#sorry for forgetting my man but sam would get tab OBVIOUSLY

[titsthedamnseason]

sometimes i am randomly haunted by the original throne of glass series covers. because like WHO is that girl and WHY is she gray

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 23)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Quill x Reader Word Count: 3787 Warnings: fluff, light angst

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: Sorry for the delay but it’s here now, I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!

HEY NEIGHBOR PART 22 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

It was hard to come to the realization that Bucky did want a relationship but you didn’t cut it. The weekend at the wedding was a test and you failed. You may have gotten high scores but obviously there was something about Claire that made her better than you. You’ve known Bucky for almost a year but in one date she was able to capture his heart in a way you never could.

The truth sits in your stomach like a rock, feeling the pain each time you move. It’s a boulder tied to your leg and you’re drowning but Peter cuts the rope, with soft gazes and a tender touch, sweet words and sweet sounds he pulls from you as you’re tangled together in bed.

You let go, let yourself be pulled into a bright world where Peter is waiting, because he actually wants you. There is no test. No competition with the exception of Groot. Even Rocket warmed up to you, the temperamental animal preferring to cuddle up in your lap over Peter’s. There was light now that the sea was no longer about to swallow you whole.

The group chat would still go off with messages about plans but you chose not to attend, taking the time to be alone with Peter or hang out with his friends. Drax was a fellow firefighter, a burly man, bald as an egg and covered in tattoos. Thor was a firefighter too, tall with cropped blond hair and biceps bigger than your head and then there was Gamora, the first friend Peter made when he moved to the city. And by friend you think he meant girlfriend though they have more of a platonic relationship now. She was effortlessly beautiful with rich brown eyes and hair, with the ends dyed a bright magenta that complimented the warmth of her skin.

It was nice to hang out with different people and it opened you up to seeing a new side of Peter when he was with his friends. Sometimes he was the Peter you knew, lighthearted and playful, teasing Drax for being too serious to understand a joke, other times Drax would make fun of him; a booming cackle coming from deep in his belly as he laughed at Peter’s expense. Most of the time Gamora would roll her eyes, calling them both idiots.

Thor did his fair share of teasing too although much less now that he was transferred to a new station. It’s probably for the best considering how often he and Peter seem to be in competition with each other though it’s all friendly underneath and you could tell how close everybody was.

They acted like a family and quickly accepted you as a part of theirs but your heart ached behind your smile, missing your own family. Steve who was like a brother to you, Wanda your sister, Peggy the mom of the group who was always there to care and comfort you if you were hurt, and Natasha the other mom that struck fear into the hearts of anyone who would dare hurt her family. Sam and Clint were the troublemakers and then there was Bucky.

You couldn’t think of how to describe him when you didn’t know what was real anymore. The Bucky that exists today is not the person you first knew; the man that was passionate about his music but apologized the moment he realized he was inconveniencing you. He didn’t have to do that. He could have been your asshole neighbor but instead he became a friend.

Peter takes your hand, jolting you from your thoughts as he pulls you off the couch to dance to “Come and Get Your Love.” It’s a fun distraction and you allow yourself to enjoy being swept up by it and surrounded by Peter’s affection.

Groot became accustomed to seeing you in Peter’s apartment, giving you a big greeting as you came over for dinner after a long day of work. Peter was able to steal a kiss before the big dog demanded more of your attention.

“Babe, can I use your laptop?” you asked, kneeling down to rub Groot’s stomach, hitting the spot that made his leg twitch.

Peter stepped away from the stove, wiping his hands quickly on a towel before getting his laptop from the bedroom. With Groot satisfied by his tummy rubs you were free to say hi to Rocket though he was sleeping.

“Here you go,” Peter said, handing you the laptop and leaning in for a better greeting. His tongue slipped past your lips as he deepened the kiss, pulling away when the hiss of boiling water splashed against the flames.

You set the laptop down on his table, bouncing your leg as you opened the cover and waited for it to load. Commencement was next month and you hadn’t applied for graduation yet. An email reminder you got earlier today sent you into a panic as the deadline was coming up.

It was not like you to forget something as important as this. Sure, there’s been a lot going on in the last month but there is no excuse to have let this slip your mind. You’re eager to take care of it right away, ready to log on to your school’s website but the last page Peter browsed was still up and it made your jaw drop.

“Oh my god Peter!” You flipped the laptop around to face him as he craned his head back. “What is this?” you asked, bursting with laughter.

Peter bloomed red like a rose, eyes going wide as he laughed, “Oh shit, sorry!”

The Sex Files, a threesome with an Agent Mulder-esque man having sex with two alien women, a busty brunette painted dragon fruit pink and the other a slim redhead with Wicked Witch green skin.

“Aliens, really?” You raised a brow questioning him with a smirk.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, slightly embarrassed. “It was on the main page. I gave it a chance,” he shrugged, chuckling.

You shook your head laughing, opening up a new tab so you could finally submit your graduation application. As Peter finished preparing dinner you ordered your cap and gown, smiling a little wider when you saw the citron hood, a symbol of all the hard work you’ve put in towards your Master’s degree.

Over dinner you teased Peter a little more about his video. “It’s fine if you’re into that but you won’t catch me painting my skin. Do you know how messy that would be?”

“You might as well. If I had a black light, I bet this place would already look like a Jackson Pollock painting.”

Groot lifted his head at your loud burst of laughter, playfully shoving Peter’s arm. You wouldn’t be lying if you said his joke was still on your mind later that night, lying together in his bed after having just added to the invisible art.

Hot sticky skin against each other’s, the sheets lightly draped over you as the mugginess of the air settled in the room. Your eyes closed languidly, watching the rise and fall of Peter’s chest as you drifted to sleep.

The sun blazes on the street of a sweltering Sunday morning as you walk towards your destination, wiping the sweat from your brow as you huff down into the seat beside Natasha and Wanda whose hair were nearly identical now though Wanda’s had a more fiery copper tone. A tiny smile pulls at your lips when you see mimosa flutes already on the table; now it was officially time for brunch.

You apologize for not seeing them as much lately and thankfully they understood. Wanda was practically inseparable from Sam when they first started dating so she definitely didn’t blame you, although she still thought you were making a mistake.

Bucky was in the back of your mind though you did your best to ignore the fact that you were at the same place you met Wanda almost a full year ago to complain about your new neighbor. So many things have changed but obviously it’s for the better.

“So…” Natasha said with an enticing tone in her voice. She wiped crumbs off of her lips, a faded cherry red from the lipstick that still clung to them. “I have big news.”

“You’ve set a date!” “You’re pregnant!” You and Wanda spoke at the same time, waiting with anticipation to see who was right.

“No,” Natasha laughed. “I made partner!”

“Congratulations, that’s amazing!” you said, leaning over to hug her.

Wanda followed suit and as you sat back down you kept your lips pressed tightly together, eyes widening as Natasha raised a brow to question Wanda about her guess. She sunk back into her seat, clenching her teeth with embarrassment but Natasha was only kidding (or maybe she wasn’t, sometimes you couldn’t tell.)

“Clint and I are going to throw a party once it’s official, nothing big. Y/N is it okay if I invite Bucky?”

Natasha’s turned towards you, holding your gaze with compassion overflowing in the depths of her eyes. She knew what happened between you and Bucky. Whether someone told her or she put it together herself, the latter most likely, it didn’t matter. She knew. She knew and she wasn’t looking to force a resolution but to make sure that you as her friend would be comfortable being around Bucky. You assumed she realized you weren’t only spending time with Peter because of your new relationship but still Natasha didn’t question your actions. She waited patiently, a soft smile on her pillowy lips until you gave an answer.

“Of course Tash, you can invite Bucky.” Wanda started to look as green as her avocado toast as she gave you a worried stare. “I promise, I don’t have a problem with him.”

No one questioned your answer despite the opinions they held back silently and the rest of brunch was spent playing catch up since Steve’s birthday. You hadn’t really missed much, Clint was sleeping until noon most days, Steve was still growing in his beard, Bucky was… still with Claire. Yeah. You figured. You may have checked her Instagram again, seeing a picture of two coffee orders tagged at The Grind House.

After leaving the girls you went home with a seed of anxiety planted in your stomach, knowing it will grow larger every day until Natasha’s party where you would have to see Bucky and Claire again. You wanted to get this over with, rip the band aid off and see them but sometimes life liked to mess with you. Natasha’s party wouldn’t be until the following weekend because this weekend she and Clint were going to Vermont so he could participate in an amateur archery tournament.

You try your best not to focus on the countdown until the party despite the sequoia sized tree of anxiety, each limb a different scenario playing out in your mind of all the terrible things that could happen. It didn’t help that this was your last week at Metro-General as the semester was over. While you were thrilled to have finally finished your hours leaving Elena made you emotional.

This was the end of a long journey, a ride you never expected to be on for so long but now it was over; this is the end of the line and part of you doesn’t want to get off the train. Your legs are atrophied from being in the same spot, Stark Industries, Metro-General, soon it would be time to walk away from both but you’re not sure you remember how. The real world is scary and your doubts and fears are starting to take over.

On the Monday before the party there’s a knock on your door and all you can do is smile. You’ve expressed to Peter just how anxious you are about actually achieving your dream. He comforted you, reminding you there was nothing to worry about and to cheer up. Peter always knew how to bring out your smile and you suspect he’s orchestrated another flower delivery for you. A pre-graduation congratulations of sorts, something to lift your spirits and get your mind back on track to where it needs to be.

You open the door without looking, expecting to see a grand bouquet, or even courier holding balloons but instead there was Bucky. You felt the tree twist within your body, growing to an enormous scale. Your eyes catch sight of an item in his hand, a hanger wrapped in plastic and beneath it the dress you wore to the wedding.

“Hey nei– ” He cleared his throat, speaking your name instead after watching the way your whole body dropped at the sight of him, from the smile that faded to the slouch of your shoulders. “I needed to get my suit dry cleaned and I forgot about this. I got it dry cleaned too so, uh… don’t worry about it.”

He rambled a bit, nervous, handing the dress to you.

“Thanks.” You said, biting back the nauseous feeling that crept its way up your throat.

“Going to Nat’s party?” he asked, hoping small talk would open the door to a real conversation.

Yes, I was friends with them first. “Yeah.” The curtness stayed in your mind only though your short answer wasn’t any friendlier.

Bucky nodded his head, “Kay… cool,” he said, with an uneasy tone that tried to pass itself off as calm. “See ya there.”

You smiled with tension, shutting your door. Tears were burning in your eyes, falling down your cheek as you jolted at the sound of his door slamming beside yours. Your dress was tossed to the side as you ran into the bathroom, running the water in the shower to mask the sound of your body heaving over the toilet. Bile burned up your throat, hot tears streaked down your cheeks and your heart felt like it was being torn apart by wolves.  

Avoiding Bucky didn’t help you get over him, and seeing him now, clutching your dress… a painful reminder of the weekend you spent together made it all worse. You wanted to call Wanda, to cry in her arms again, or Steve or even Val, to get drunk with and forget this ever happened. But you couldn’t call anyone. You couldn’t do anything but sink onto the cool tile floor of the bathroom, wishing you never met Bucky, sorry that he ever moved next door in the first place. You cried until there was nothing left to give.  

Now that you were done with your internship you were back at Stark Industries full time, devoting your days to The September Foundation, and helping coordinate a guest list for the opening gala. It was a lot of work that kept your mind very occupied so when it was time for Natasha’s party you were feeling better.

Better but not great.

Every time you glanced over at Claire’s arm looping through Bucky’s you felt weak and gripped Peter with a tighter hold. Each time he would lean down to kiss your temple, to hug you, hold you, show affection in any way while being ignorant of the real meaning behind your touch.

Claire waved her hand in front of Bucky’s eyes, having apparently been calling out to him though he didn’t hear it. He was caught up in his thoughts, lost in a tunnel that plunged him further into darkness every time Peter caressed your sweet skin.

He apologized, snapping himself back, taking note of the concern held in Claire’s eyes. He forced his muscles to fake a smile but it was useless, just as he tried to force the emotion that was absent in their kiss. Does Claire feel it too? It’s been that way for a while, empty actions, going through the motions so Bucky can continue to convince himself that something is there but he can’t do it anymore.

The next day he breaks up with Claire and it isn’t a surprise. They part on amicable terms and while Bucky should feel better he doesn’t. You’re still with Peter, and it was his stupidity that sent you straight into his arms.

Claire was supposed to be something special, that relationship he had been longing for but instead she was just a distraction, a voice to occupy his mind, a warm body to keep him company, but none of it worked. Her voice was nails on a chalkboard compared to yours, her body a pair of dice thrown across a half empty puzzle; it wasn’t a match, she wasn’t you.

Now it’s Bucky’s turn to avoid you, staying quiet in his apartment, taking the stairs so he didn’t have to chance meeting you in the elevator. He can’t handle it. He walks quickly past your door, his heart wrenching every time he’s forced to think of you, remembering what he lost.

Emptiness creeps in like a fog, loneliness settles in the empty cavern of his heart, without you life has lost its rhythm.

It’s late in the day when you receive an email from your school that sends you reeling. You couldn’t graduate. You thought it was a mistake, it had to be! There was no way this was correct.

Shaking fingers dialed the school as shaky hands stumbled across the keyboard, logging into your records and double checking that every class you’ve taken over the years is complete with a grade, and then you saw it. Your internship. INCOMPLETE.

Upon the school’s review you didn’t have enough hours, which is impossible because you have been busting your ass since the Fall semester to do this. You planned it, calculated every day, every hour and yet somehow you were wrong.

Your voice cracked as you begged for a resolution, bawling to the person over the phone that you’re thankful can’t see the way tears and snot are streaming down your face, sorry for the fact that they have to hear the way you loudly blow your nose into the phone.

By the end of the conversation you have a plan but it isn’t one that you like. You can walk for commencement next week but you would have to make up the hours and won’t receive your diploma until December.

You cleaned your face, barely, hoping to avoid everyone as you made your way down to Steve’s desk. You broke the moment you saw him, trying to keep your composure as best as you could until he was ready to leave.

Steve was devastated for you as was Wanda when you spoke to her that night. Natasha was already looking into your school’s policies to see if there was any legal recourse. “We can prove negligence on their behalf by failing to communicate in a timely manner to you the student that you did not meet the necessary requirements for graduation, therefore breaching their contractual obligation to provide adequate course guidance in accordance with…”

She went on with more legal jargon before you stopped her. “No, Nat this is my fault. It was my responsibility to calculate my hours. Would it have been nice to have an accurate figure to go off of? Sure, but I was the one who should have double checked. If I went in for an audit I would have known exactly how many hours I needed to get complete before the deadline.”

Natasha let out a sigh of frustration, wishing there was something more she could have done. Instead she let you lean against her, curled up on her couch as Clint prepared a giant bowl of ice cream topped with whipped cream, M&Ms and chocolate syrup.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate this,” you sniffled, wiping a stray tear away.

It was nice to have your friends around for the night considering Peter was working. You could have texted him about this but chose not to. His shifts are long and stressful as it is and you didn’t want to add to whatever might already be on his mind.

But the next day you went to his apartment after work, somberly dragging yourself in through the door. Groot was able to put a smile on your face, and Rocket too, sticking his little hand out to try and unlock his cage upon hearing your voice but it wasn’t enough to stop the tears.

You took Peter by surprise as you wrapped your arms around him, soaking through his shirt as you cried. He held you close, stroking your hair gently as he whispered, “It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.”

Peter walked you to the couch, his thumb softly wiping away tears, squeezing your hand in his as he waited for you to let him know what was going on. And when you did he let out a sigh of relief. “You scared me so much. I thought something bad happened.”

You were taken aback by his reaction, confused for a moment because maybe in your tear riddled conversation the truth about what happened got lost.

“Peter, I can’t graduate. I have to wait until December.”

“Right but you’re going to graduate. You can still go to commencement and all you have to do is make up the hours right? Did you talk to Elena?”

Of course you spoke to Elena, she was sorry to hear about what happened and is going to work something out with you but that wasn’t the point.

“Peter, I don’t think you understand what this means to me. One of my best friends died from a situation that could have been prevented if a social worker was involved. Ever since then my only goal in life was to become a social worker, to never let something like that happen again. And now I have to wait four months to graduate, four months before I can apply for jobs and go on interviews.”

“It’s just four months.”

Whatever Peter said after you didn’t hear. Everything was white noise as four simple words destroyed your soul. How could he not understand? It doesn’t matter that you will be able to make up your hours (which you will), it doesn’t matter that you are allowed to walk for commencement next week (which you won’t because it isn’t real). What mattered was that after all this time, all of your hard work, the sacrifices you’ve made, working full time while you were in school, exhausting yourself to the bone with your internship, that none of it was enough and you still have to wait. It isn’t just four months, it's a painful setback for your dreams.

Peter doesn’t get it.

Bucky got it...

PART 24

[sebseyesandbuckysthighs]

Three Soldiers and a Baby | Part Four

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventual) featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: mild language, lots of fluff, a lil bit swoonworthy perhaps

a/n: Here comes part 4! I’m telling y’all, I had a lot of fun writing this series and this was definitely one of my favourite parts to write. Also, if you haven’t seen the movie I highly recommend you do! Just a disclaimer, this fic is not exactly canon to the movie so it won’t necessarily be the exact same outcome or events. Heavily inspired by it though!

*warning to mobile users, the “keep reading” tab may not work so apologies in advance*

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“And at least she smells slightly better than Barnes.” Sam joked, even managing to let out a small chuckle.

No sooner had Sam said the words than Ellie began to wiggle and squirm. Little noises of discomfort started out low and soon turned into a full-on cry. What followed the tiny wailing was a smell that could clear a room. It very nearly did as Sam choked and turned on his heel to get away, pinching his nostrils shut. Before he could get too far, Steve managed to grab him by the back of his shirt collar to reel him back in. There was no way he was handling this on his own. “You spoke too soon, Sam.”

The hands desperately covering his nose and mouth caused Sam’s voice to sound muffled. “That’s just nasty.”

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It was starting to dawn on Steve that they might be a little out of their league here. The letter may have given them some information, but they still didn't really know what to do with any of it. Especially not when they had to compete against a very loud crying baby.

“Damn, this kid has a set of pipes on her.” Sam shouted over the screaming. “Now what are we gonna do, Captain?” He didn't bother to hide the little bit of disdain in his tone.

“We need to change her.” The Captain stated obviously.

“Uh-uh.” Sam shook his head. “Not we. You. I'm not going anywhere near whatever just came out of that kid. Sorry, but it's not happening.” The outrageous odor wafted up through his nostrils again and it was all he could do to stop from gagging. “What's her mother been feeding her?!”

This really wasn't the time to discuss the baby's diet. What they needed to do was have one of them rush down to the store to pick up as much of the essentials as they could. Everything else could be bought later. With no time for debate, Steve tasked Sam with the store run while he would stay behind with Ellie and try to clean her up as best he could. The winged Avenger didn't even wait around to hear the end of Steve's sentence before he was out the door and repeatedly pressing for the elevator to come up. The blonde man barely had time to roll his eyes at his dramatic friend before turning his full attention back to the baby.

She was still wailing, clearly unhappy that she had to be subjected to rolling around in whatever mess she made. Steve was hoping he could take a minute to at least google everything he needed to know, but the sounds of Ellie's cries getting louder left him no choice. He would just have to wing it. First thing's first, he would actually have to pick up the baby to do this and Steve couldn't remember when the last time was where he held a baby in his arms. Had they always looked so small and fragile as Ellie looked right now? There was no time to second guess himself or back out on this right now, so after taking a few deep breaths Steve reached into the bassinet and picked her up.

His arms were stiff as he held Ellie out in front of him as far as he could manage. Her tiny legs dangled and kicked as Steve tried to decide what to do next. Now that she was awake and her eyes were open, he could finally see the soft shade of blue even behind the tears. The same shade that matched her father's eyes. In that moment, Steve knew that he would do whatever it takes to come through for his best friend, but more importantly, for the little girl he held in his hands and her mother. He wasn't about to let any of them down. With renewed determination, Steve cradled the little girl closer to his chest and started walking towards the bathroom.

“I'm sorry, princess. I know you're probably pretty uncomfortable right now huh? Don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.” Steve's comforting words may not have made much sense to her, but he knew she needed just as much reassurance as he did. To know that everything would be alright. Just as long as Sam didn't take too long at the store and got everything they needed.

Once they reached the bathroom, Steve managed to grab a few towels from a shelf while still keeping a safe grip on Ellie and brought them over to the large counter-top sink. He laid the towels out in a pile and rested Ellie on top of them to keep her from feeling the cold, hard marble underneath. Safely resting atop the soft pile, Ellie's cries finally softened and she was now only emitting quiet whimpers and hiccups. Almost as though she knew she would find relief soon. The sounds were still enough to pull at Steve's heartstrings, but he just needed a moment to collect himself.

“This isn't rocket science or whatever Shuri and Stark get up to in their spare time.” Steve said aloud, not worrying that the baby would judge him for talking to himself. “You can do this, Rogers. She's just a sweet little baby, how bad could it be?”

After finding the little button clasps, he made quick work of removing the tiny outfit from the tiny human. He fiddled for a moment with the taped sides of the diaper and pulled it open only to immediately put it back in its place. “Holy shit, kid! What have you done?!” Steve recoiled before looking down in amazement at the bumbling baby. “How hell does something so cute and small make something so disgusting?”

The sound of Ellie giggling distracted Steve enough to forget the horror contained within the diaper and just stare down at the little girl. Her toothless grin seemed to say she knew exactly what she had done. He almost thought he could forgive her for having to clean up the mess she made. Almost.

“Proud of yourself, ain't ya?” he asked, to which she replied with another series of giggles that made saliva bubble at her lips. Despite the drool, she was still beyond adorable and he couldn't help but laugh with her.

Having wasted enough time and not wanting to tempt her cries again, Steve finally removed the diaper, tossed it, and started cleaning her up. He didn't have any baby wipes so he did the best he could with a soft cloth that he soaked in warm water. He also made a mental note to go out and buy Sam a new set of towels because this set was definitely headed for the trash.

“There we go. All clean.” Steve announced, proud of himself. The problem now was that he didn't have another diaper to change her into and she couldn't wear her onesie without one. He looked around the bathroom trying to figure out a solution, but nothing came up. Looking down at Ellie, she was staring back up at him as she made those cute baby gibberish sounds and holding onto her feet. “I'm gonna trust you not to make another mess. Do we have a deal?” He took her entire hand between his thumb and index fingers and shook the little fist in agreement. “Alright. Good. Sam better get back here soon.” He mumbled and picked Ellie up.

It ended up taking Sam about twenty minutes of practically flying through the store to pick up everything they would need. Thankfully he had enough foresight to grab his baseball cap and sunglasses to cover his face because the last thing they needed was the public finding out that one of the Avengers was buying baby items. He was already getting enough weird looks as it was with the way he was shopping like a madman. Another mad dash and he was back at the apartment bursting through the front door with his hands full of bags.

“I'm back!!” He announced, hurrying past the front hallway towards the kitchen and living room. “Okay I think I got everything we need. Got the diapers, the formula, three different kinds of baby wipes and powder. Grabbed every kind of baby food they had cause a girl's gotta have options. Finally there's the bottles and these nipple things. Oh, I even got some pacifiers, a couple toys, and...dude...what the hell are you doing?” Sam paused, taking in a long breath from reciting his purchases and stared at Steve as he held Ellie, pacing the living room.

“What's it look like I'm doing?” Steve replied. “Waiting for you to get back so we can change her.”

“Nooo.” Sam turned for a second to drop the bags on the kitchen island before turning back to point at the pair. “What it looks like is you standing there with no shirt on and a naked baby on your chest.”

Steve continued to rock back and forth while Ellie absently pawed at his bare shoulders. “It was the only way I could get her to stop crying. Besides, I didn't really have another diaper to change her into now did I?” He had also wanted to keep her warm and the best way to do that was skin-to-skin.

“Yeah, but what if she...y'know...relieved herself on you?” Sam cringed.

“Well it's a good thing I'm not wearing a shirt then is it?” Of course, it still would have been nasty as hell, but at least then all he would have to do is hop in the shower instead of throwing out a shirt. “Alright, grab the stuff. I don't want her getting cold.”

Sam searched through the bags until he found what they needed as Steve walked Ellie towards the living room. Once the diapers, wipes and baby powder were all laid out on the coffee table behind them, they placed her in the center of the couch and got to their knees. Sam watched as Steve took out a clean diaper, laid it beneath the baby, and grabbed a wipe just to make sure she was clean.

“I'm surprised, Cap. Looks like you actually know what you're doing here.” Sam was just glad that the letter mentioned the right diapers to get her otherwise he probably would've bought one of every size.

“I read up on a couple things while we waited. It's pretty straight forward.” Steve finished with the wipe, disposed of it into an empty bag, and gestured behind him. “Can you grab the baby powder? Just need a little bit.”

As long as he didn't have to deal with any of the actual dirty work, Sam was happy to help in this way. Unfortunately, today just wasn't in his favor.

“What's the hold up?” Steve asked after several seconds had passed. He was keeping Ellie entertained, but he really wanted to get this diaper on her.

“Hang on a second.” Sam continued to struggle with opening the bottle, not sure what the problem was and getting increasingly frustrated.

“Hurry up, Sam.”

“Don't push me, Steve. The stupid nozzle on this thing is stuck or something.”

After another minute passed, Steve's impatience was really kicking in. He placed pillows on either side of Ellie to make sure she didn't roll around and then turned to help Sam. “Just open the damn container.” He reached out to grab the bottle from him, but Sam pulled it away.

“I'm trying to for fucks sake!” Sam exclaimed, slamming the bottle down on the table in his frustration. A thick cloud erupted from the bottle covering both men in the soft white powder. Loud peals of laughter sounded behind them as both men slowly turned to face Ellie, who was clearly in hysterics over the mess they made.

Sam's tired sigh turned into a low growl. “Barnes owes me so bad after all this and I plan to collect large.”

“You and me both, pal.” Steve agreed before they both broke out into a fit of coughs.

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Heathens- Chapter 1 “The psychopath sitting next to you”

This is a dark! Winchester AU

John’s wires got a little crossed when his wife Mary was murdered. So maybe he didn’t raise his three children right. Maybe that’s why his oldest son Dean has a voracious appetite for violence and sex. Maybe that’s why Sam has a blood lust that is unnatural to say the least. And maybe that’s why his precious daughter Y/n fits them all like a glove. She’s a perfect mixture of all three of them and is the glue that holds this dysfunctional, homicidal family together.

Warnings: This is really dark and will include non-con/ rape, dub-con, murder, torture, drug use, sex trafficking, prostitution, BDSM elements, Daddy kink, violence, angst, smut, incest, wincest, sister!wincest, father/daughter incest, M/M, M/F/M, M/M/F/M.

A/N:This is set around season one. Dean is 24, Sam is 20, and Y/n is 18.  For the purpose of this story Mary did not die when Sam was 6 months old, but instead died when Y/n was 6 months old.  I was inspired by the song Heathens by 21 Pilots.  All mistakes are mine.  

Word Count: 4,412

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! THIS IS VERY DARK AND INTENDED FOR 18+ ONLY! LOTS OF TRIGGERS HERE!  

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades You're lovin' on the psychopath sitting next to you You're lovin' on the murderer sitting next to you You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget

The  music was loud, bass thumping in your chest as your body swayed and gyrated on the dance floor.  Bodies brushed against each other as the crowd writhed to the beat like one large moving entity.  Your eyes were closed, arms raised in the air as your hips swung from side to side.  Your head fell back as you lost yourself to the thrum of the music, the rest of the world disappeared in the moment.  

"Damn, would you look at her. Fucking hot as hell." Blue eyes drank in your body as it moved on the crowded dance floor.  

"Yeah, Y/n is something else."  A smirk curled Sam's lips as he sat at the bar next to your admiring stranger, his own eyes were already glued to your body, watching  your every move with interest.  

The man beside Sam startled at Sam's comment not expecting a response to his rhetorical statement.  In fact, he hadn't meant to give voice to his thoughts in the first place.  

"Uh, she with you?" The blonde haired man asked with uncertainty in his voice as his eyes left your body to glance in Sam's direction. Even sitting Sam towered over the other man.  

"Nahh." Sam chuckled as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.  "She's my brother's."  

As if on cue thick arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against a solid wall of muscled flesh.  Dean's head dipped to the curve of your neck, placing one soft chaste kiss against your damp sweat covered skin as his body began to move behind you.  His large hands moved to grip at your grinding hips, pulling you back tighter to his body as he moved with you.  Your arms reached up behind you and circled Dean's neck, fingertips danced through the back of his hair as you shamelessly ground back against him.  

"Looks like you have an admirer sweetheart." Dean purred against your ear as he locked eyes on the blonde haired blue eyed man at the bar who was still staring at you.  

"Yeah?" Your eyes fluttered open to scan the general direction that Dean had you facing.  Your eyes landed on Sam first and your lips curled into a smile as he shot you a wink.  

"Yeah.  Blondie over there is practically drooling on himself."  Dean chuckled against your ear as his hands moved from your hips to carress down the outside of your thighs until his fingers found flesh below the short hem of your denim skirt.  "What do you say princess, you want to play tonight?"  His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, blunt nails raked over your skin as he drug his hands up higher, making your already short skirt hitch higher on your legs, almost showing the soft pink lace hidden beneath.  

You shuddered at the feel of his rough hands on your skin and the deep timber of his voice against your ear.  You spun in his arms, pressing tight to his hard body as your hips rolled to his and his hands gripped at your rounded ass.

"I always want to play De." A mischievous grin spread across your face.

"That's my girl." Dean chuckled.  His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass giving the globes a hard squeeze as he kissed the tip of your nose.  

Dean's hands left your ass to take your hands in his as he turned and lead you both over to the bar.  You smiled as you reached Sam, sliding an arm around his waist and giving him a hug as he dipped his head and placed a kiss to your temple.  

"I saw you watching my girl." Dean raised an eyebrow as he locked eyes with the blonde man.

The man's face fell and he stuttered over his words while shifting nervously on his bar stool now that he faced the towering wall that was Dean. "Well I, um, I..."

Dean laughed and you giggled at the man's nervousness.  "It's cool man." Dean smirked and clapped the guy on his shoulder making him flinch.  "I don't mind.  I mean look at her.  She's gorgeous."  Dean turned his jade eyes to you as his hand moved automatically to gently cup your face, his thumb ran lightly over the flushed skin of your cheek as he smiled down at you.  

"She is definitely beautiful." the blonde added as his own lust filled eyes turned back to you.

It didn't take long for you to find out your admirer was already more than a little intoxicated, his name was Randy, and he was just passing through Kansas on his way to the coast.  

"I'm staying at the motel across the street." Randy smiled at you with hope filled eyes.  "Maybe we can head over there and continue this little party."

A grin curled your lip gloss coated lips and you ran your fingertips down Randy's chest teasingly, feeling his muscles tense at your touch. "Hmm, that sounds like fun." You practically purred as you batted your long lashes at him.  

"So, Randy why don't you head on over to your room and we'll meet you there after we settle our tab?" Dean smiled as he pulled you in against his side possessively.  

"Yeah." He grinned a lopsided grin at you before Dean's words had a real chance to register but once they did Randy began to stutter. " Wait.  What? A-all...all of you?" Randy's eyes went wide as he looked between you, Sam, and Dean.  

"Well Randy, if I am going to be nice enough to let you have a go at my girl then I am sure you won't mind if me and my brother watch." Dean huffed before bringing his beer up to his lips.  "Plus what kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure she was safe. I mean you could be some psycho."  He added with a smirk on his full lips.

"Um, yeah." Randy looked hesitant but finally sucked in a breath and nodded his head, all it took was a look at your sultry grin and the way your tongue darted out to drag over your bottom lip to convince him it was a good idea to invite three strangers to his room. "Yeah, okay.  That seems fair."  

Dean's palms itched, he wanted a fight.  He wanted to pummel this douchebag who had the nerve to covet what was his.  But, Dean didn't get what he wanted.  Randy went down without any fight.  He was too wrapped up in his lust for you to see the trap that was so obviously laid out for him.  He was too easy to get on the bed on his back.  It had been a simple task to get his arms above his head so Sam could tie him to the headboard.  

It was only once Randy was tethered that reality started to sink in and his drunken brain caught up to the severity of the situation.  

"You really are stupid.  Aren't ya Randy?" Dean laughed darkly as he stared down at the man's panic filled gaze. "You really thought I would let you touch what's mine?"

"Please." Randy begged as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks.  "Please don't kill me.  I'm sorry."  His eyes darted from Dean's cold emerald eyes to the shiny glint of steel held in Dean's hand.  

"Oh I'm not going to kill you." Dean's mouth quirked up in a sinful smirk and relief instantly washed across Randy's features.  "She is."  Dean nodded in your direction where you stood at the foot of the bed slowly peeling off your clothing piece by piece.  

"Please. Please don't do this. I'll do anything." Randy began to protest and panic once more as you climbed your naked body over his clothed form until you were sitting on his lap.  

"He's all yours princess." Dean grinned at you as he placed the large chef's knife into your smaller hand.  His lips crashed against yours as you curled your fingers around the hilt while Dean kissed you until you were breathless.  "Make us proud baby."  He whispered against your lips before pulling back and settling his body beside Randy's head against the head board so he had a close-up view of the action.

Your body shivered in anticipation as you gripped the knife in your hand.  Your eyes moved from Dean to Sam, who mirrored his brother's body on the other side of the bed.  Both men stared at you with hungry eyes as you sat unashamedly bare on your victim.  

"Remember baby, not too deep.  You want to make it last." Sam grinned at you, pride evident in his eyes and you nodded enthusiastically in response.  

It only took a flick of your wrist to slice through the thin t-shirt that separated Randy's bare skin from you.  You peeled the ruined fabric away and your fingers danced over the unmarred flesh that was revealed.  He was like a blank canvas that was begging to be painted and you were more than eager to begin.  

The knife was sharp, Dean always made sure of that, so the first slice was like cutting through butter.  You felt the first surge of pleasure course through you as you watched the line of crimson appear on his pale skin.  You moaned as the red rivulet ran across his flesh while Randy cried out in pain.  

Every cut that split open his flesh sent a wave of arousal through you that settled at your core. You soon found yourself rolling your hips, grinding down against Randy's denim covered crotch.  The scratchy feel of the rough fabric against your bare slit fueled your desire but did nothing to scratch the itch.  

The next carving of skin was right down the middle of his chest, this cut deeper.  The blood seeped freely to pool against Randy's sternum and the man screamed under you.  

"Shut up." Dean scowled as he looked down at your captive.  "Take it like a man." Dean gave Randy a hard glare and a harder slap to his cheek.  

"Please, please stop." Randy sobbed and pleaded as you continued to carve random patterns into his once pristine flesh.  "I'll do anything, please.  You can have all my money.  I won't tell anyone, just please stop." Randy began to blubber.  

"Jesus, shut this fucker up Sammy."  Dean rolled his eyes as he looked over at his brother.  "He is ruining my hard on."

Sam chuckled and pushed up from his reclined position to grab a dirty sock from the motel room floor.  With a smirk he easily shoved the smelly garment into Randy's mouth muffling the man's cries.  

You couldn't stop the wicked grin from curling your lips or the grind of your hips as you looked from brother to brother.  Their eyes were locked on you, pupils blown as they stared hungrily at you as you played.  A moan spilled from your lips as your hips pressed down harder to the squirming man trapped beneath you.  The rough denim of his jeans created sweet friction against your slick folds as you ground shamelessly against him.  

You were no longer concerned with the pattern you had been intricately drawing in Randy's flesh instead you were making random cuts and stabs into his skin as your eyes stayed glued to Sam and Dean.  A needy whine pushed its way up your throat as you watched Sam adjust the thick outline of his cock in his jeans just as Dean's tongue slipped from between his teeth to roll against his full bottom lip.  

You whimpered as you continued to roll your lower body against the man beneath you.  Your body felt like it was on fire, watching the fear dance across Randy's face mixed with the wet scarlet lines that painted his body had your own body vibrating with need.  You were growing more frustrated by the second.  Your slick core clenched and fluttered around nothing with every stab as you slid the knife home into his chest.  

"What's the matter baby girl?" Dean's lust blown eyes locked on yours as your face scrunched up with your growing need.  "You need something?"  

"I wanna cum De, please." You whined as you made a long shallow gash across Randy's abdomen.  

Dean and Sam both chuckled but it was Dean who moved from his spot.  He rose up to his knees at your side, reaching out to gently brush the loose hair from your face.  "Always such a needy little girl." Dean cooed as he moved until he was kneeling behind you.  

Dean wrapped his arms around your middle as he pressed the hard line of his body to your back.  A groan bubbled up in your throat as you felt his breath against the shell of your ear while one of his strong hands groped at your breast. He pulled and pinched at your hard nipple until you were squirming harder against him.  

"Dean please." Your voice came out as a breathy whine as Dean rutted his thick bulge against the soft flesh of your ass.  

"God I love watching you like this princess." Dean almost growled against your ear before his lips trailed hot wet kisses down the curve of your neck to your shoulder.  "So fucking hot."

Dean's dick was hard as steel trapped beneath the tight confines of his jeans as he ground against the soft flesh of your ass.  Watching you work some random guy over always got him unbelievably hard.  It was the look in your eye, that sparkle, that glint of insanity that drove him wild.  Mix that with the mischievous grin on your face and the almost girlish giggles that spilled from your lips as you sank the knife into flesh and Dean was done for.  

"Dean." You whined once more as you pushed back against the hard length of him and his teeth raked across the skin of your shoulder.  "I need it."  

Dean grinned as he peered over your shoulder at Randy, his dark gaze locked on the man's wide eyes as he spoke again. "Want your big brother to fuck you baby sis? Is that what you need?  Need your big brother's cock inside that tight little pussy?"  

Dean didn't think Randy's eyes could get any wider but he was wrong.  The look on Randy's face was priceless as Dean's words registered in his addled brain. His reaction made Dean huff a soft laugh before his mouth went back to work on your soft skin.  

"Yes Dean please, please fuck me." You reached back with one hand, fingers tunneling through your brother's hair as your other hand jabbed the knife into Randy's side making him scream against the dirty sock in his mouth.  

The urge to be buried to the hilt inside of your clutching pussy made him pull his throbbing cock suddenly from his jeans.  Dean groaned as his hands gripped your hips and he roughly pulled you back, throwing you off balance as he angled you where he wanted you.  The force of the tug caused you to let go of the knife and fall forward with your hands planted on either side of Randy's head and your breasts grazed against his bloody chest.  

Dean's eyes consumed your form before him and he moaned at the sight of your weeping slit. He didn't think he had ever felt so hard in his life as he did right now. He was quick to line the head of his cock up with your slick entrance and in one brutal thrust he buried himself to the root.  You bit your bottom lip hard as your head snapped back and you tried to contain your cry.  

Dean's thrusts were almost violent as he slammed into your clutching walls again and again.  The beast had been awoken inside of him, and when the beast was awake it had to be fed.  His grunts mixed with your whimpered mewls and created a pornographic symphony as your bodies collided.  You felt the tension building deep within your core as every thrust of his magnificent cock hit your sweet spot.  With the feel of your slick coated walls fluttering and tightening around his cock Dean gripped harder at your hips until your body spasmed with your orgasm.

“Fuck.” Dean grunted as you pussy clamped around his pistoning cock.  Your velvet core clenched as your sweet honey spilled around his cock and your own wordless cry echoed his.  Your body shook beneath him as he continued his pounding assault.  

Your hair fell around your face as Dean's thrust bounced your body back and forth over the restrained body beneath you.  You couldn't stop the sadistic smile that curled your lips as you looked down into Randy's panic-filled eyes.  Your moans grew louder, your hot breath washing over his face even as he sobbed under you.  

Dean dug his fingers harder into your flesh, blunt nails biting at the skin as he released a barrage of thrusts into your quaking cunt.  The force of his thrusts drove you down onto your forearms for support and your chest crushed against Randy's.  Your slick coated Dean's cock and dripped from his heavy balls as they slapped at your clit while your body turned crimson as it slid against the cooling puddles on Randy's chest.  Another orgasm was building steadily inside of you, the pleasure burning through every fiber of your being as your tongue darted out to lick up the tears that slid down your captive's reddened cheeks.  

"Do it." Dean barked through clenched teeth as he fought to hold back his own release. "Kill him."

“Dean!” You cried as your back bowed and your hand gripped the knife once more.  You were quick to bring the blade across Randy's throat.  The warm arterial spray painting your face and neck just as your orgasm crested and your body spasmed almost violently.  

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Dean grunted as his felt his own ending near.  His hips began to falter as your pussy pulsed and milked at his shaft while the smell of blood and sex filled his nostrils.  "Fuck, so good.”

Your body caved under the pleasure and the jolt of each of his thrusts until your stomach was flush with the now corpse under you and still Dean plowed into you.  His hands cupped your waist and pinned you as he chased his release.  Dean drove his cock to the hilt again and again until he roared with the force of his climax, hitting his peak and calling out your name.  His hot thick seed filled you to overflowing as his body finally collapsed against your own.  

You had no time to recover.  As soon as Dean pulled his softening cock from your dripping slit and moved away Sam was on you.  His large hands tangling in your sweat-dampened locks to pull your mouth up to his.  A deep moan filled Sam's throat as he tongue swept along your blood soaked cheek before his lips crashed against yours hungrily.

The taste of copper in your mouth mixed with the taste that was Sam's and Sam's alone made you moan against his lips.  Your blood soaked hands pushed against Randy's chest as you rose up on your knees eager to please your other brother.  

A yelp of surprise fell from your kiss swollen lips as a strong arm around your waist suddenly pulled you from Sam's grip.  Dean lifted you easily from the bed and lowered you to your feet.  

"What the fuck Dean?" Sam growled in anger as you were torn from his grasp.  

"Get dressed." Dean threw a towel at you before righting his own clothing.  

"Dean." Sam narrowed his eyes as he stared at his older brother.  

Dean finally turned his olive gaze towards Sam who had risen to stand at the edge of the bed.  Sam's fists were clenched at his side and his nostrils flared. His body was almost vibrating with need and now anger.  

"You can fuck her in the car Sammy.  We need to get out of here." Dean was quick to dismiss his little brother, turning his back on him and pulling his cell phone from his jacket pocket.  

"This is bullshit." Sam grumbled under his breath as he watched you wipe what blood you could from your body with just the cheap hotel towel before you hastily threw your clothes back on.  

"Crowley." Dean spoke into his phone. "Need you to do some clean up." He quickly gave the address to the hotel and the room number before hanging up the phone abruptly and ushering you all out of the room.  

*************************** "Hey princess." John smiled as you came bouncing into his study where he sat behind his desk.  

"Hi Daddy." You gave your father a warm smile as you moved around the desk to greet him.  

John wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in against him as your lips met his in a greeting kiss.  "Did you and your brothers have a good time tonight?"  John asked as he slid his chair back and pulled you down to sit in his lap, completely ignoring the fact that you had dried blood splattered over your smooth flesh.

"Yeah, mostly." You gave him a half smile.

"Mostly?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

You opened your mouth to speak but the sound of your brothers bickering interrupted you.

"It's bullshit Dean and you know it." Sam scoffed as he entered the room with Dean right behind him.

"Sorry little brother but she's mine so I decide when, where, and if you get to fuck her.  If you got a problem with that then you need to take it up with Dad." Dean crossed his arms against his chest as he leaned against the doorway.

"You are such a jerk." Sam grumbled as he slumped down into one of the leather club chairs in front of John's desk.

"And you're being  a whiny little bitch." Dean scowled.

You whimpered softly, you hated when your brothers fought, especially when they were fighting over you.  You tucked your face into the curve of John's neck and he stroked your back softly.

"Dad, tell Dean he has to share.  He can't keep Y/n all to himself." Sam looked at his father with almost pleading eyes.

"What are you twelve?" Dean chortled as he eyed his brother. "Dad, you gave her to me.  She's mine so I can do whatever I want with her." Dean moved further into the room.  

John sighed and shook his head. "Boys, we've talked about this."  He scrubbed his hand down his face. "You both are acting like children and you are upsetting your sister." John continued to stroke your back as you clung to him.  "Yes I did give her to you Dean, but you still have to share with your brother."

"I did share.  I let him fuck her in the car." Dean rolled his eyes. "He's just pissed because I didn't want to stick around so he could screw her over the corpse. That one took longer than usual and we needed to get out of there."  

"Sweetheart," John gently gripped your chin between his thumb and finger as he lifted your head so you would look at him.  "Why don't you go get cleaned up and wait for me in my room while I talk to your brothers?"

You nodded your head. "Okay Daddy."  John kissed the tip of your nose and gave your bottom a light slap as you slipped from his lap.  

You moved around the desk and headed for the door but Dean's hand gripped your arm stopped you in your tracks as you moved to go around him. "Hey." His voice was a deep rumble as he pulled you into him and his moss green eyes looked at you expectantly.  

You knew what he wanted and you were quick to rise up on your tip toes to meet the tilt of his head as you pressed your soft lips to his.  The kiss he gave you was hard and possessive and you knew he was doing it for show.  You could practically hear Sam's eyeroll from behind you as Dean pulled you hard enough against his body that it brought a whimper from your lips. Dean ended the kiss with a smirk and a slap to your ass to send you on your way.  

"Dean." John sighed exasperated by his son's obvious spiteful behavior towards his brother. "Go check in with Benny before you go to bed."

Dean nodded and turned on his heels leaving Sam sitting alone with his father.  "Jerk." Sam muttered again under his breath as he watched Dean walk away.  

"Bitch." Came Dean's fading reply.  

"Sammy,"  John pulled Sam's attention back to him but before he could continue Sam spoke up.

"I just don't get it Dad."  Sam huffed.  "Why did you have to give her to Dean?  We were fine the way it was before but now that he thinks he owns her he is just so..." Sam growled and his hands flailed as he struggled to find the words he was looking for.  

"Sam, we've talked about this." John rubbed his hand down the scruff on his face. "Dean was out of control.  If I hadn't given Y/n to him he would be in jail right now, or worse, he'd be dead."  John grabbed the bottle of scotch from the corner of his desk and poured himself a drink before he continued. "Taking responsibility for your sister has given Dean something to focus on, a purpose other than fucking and fighting. It has calmed him down and you know it."

"But, " Sam began to protest.

"No buts Sammy." John was quick to cut him off.  "I know you need your sister as much as Dean does and I'll make sure Dean knows that too but I'm not changing my mind.  Y/n is good for him." John brought his glass to his lips, downing the amber liquid in one gulp."I'm not going to have this discussion with you again, got it son?" John raised one eyebrow as his chocolate eyes landed on Sam's face.  

Sam hung his head and nodded. "Yes sir."  

"Good.  Now get out of here.  I have some business to finish up." John smiled and Sam rose from his seat leaving his father to work at his desk.  

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