#credit to sam she helped me write the fluff since all i know how to do is angst<3

[flyingovertheandes]

Eight Days | Chapter Five: Died In Your Arms | Frankie “Catfish” Morales x GenderNeutral!Reader

Reader remembers the day she came to Frankie’s rescue.

TW: Mentions of Death, Mentions of Blood (Kind of graphic but not really), Mentions of Guns, Nightmares, Hurt, Very brief mention of Alcohol, LOTS OF FLUFF (FINALLY)

Word Count: 1.5K

NOTE: Italics in this story signify memories, they are not in present time.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

You were so lost in your thoughts, you had almost missed your turn off on the highway. You had passed your old neighborhood a few miles back and you couldn’t escape the memories that flooded your mind. You had lived in a small apartment there when you first met Frankie. Though, it wouldn’t be until years later when you lived in a different apartment -same neighborhood- that you two would start your romantic relationship. Soon after the camping trip that started it all, the apartment quickly became less of your apartment and more of your shared apartment. Frankie would stay over most nights of the week, claiming he felt more at peace when he was in your presence. He had his own drawers, bedside table, and even his own side of the closet. There were even his favorite books stacked next to his lamp with an empty coffee mug or two to accompany them. He always told you how he never wanted to leave. Though one day, he did. Which ended up being one of the most traumatic nights of his life, and boy, had he seen a lot in his life.

The sound of your phone ringing startled you awake. Your room was still dark and the only light was coming from your illuminated phone. You rubbed your eyes and shuffled closer to your nightstand to see that Frankie was calling you. Your mind immediately filled with dread, expecting the worse. Last time you got a call in the middle of the night, it was from Santi, telling you that Frankie had relapsed, again. You quickly slid your thumb on the screen to answer the call and felt relieved when you heard Frankie’s voice.

“Y/N? Baby?” He sounded worried and panicked, like he was short of breath.

“I’m here, Frankie. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask a million questions, your mind was racing with possibilities as to why he’d be calling at 3AM.

All you could hear was Frankie’s quiet sniffles on the other end of the line.

“Baby… Talk to me. What happened?” You tried.

“You- You died in my arms, Y/N. It was so real…” He explained.

The nightmares, of course. He had them frequently, rarely ever about you, but this time he wasn’t as lucky. He had woken up alone, without you by his side, and immediately feared the worst. His nightmare was his reality.

“Frankie...Baby, hey, I’m okay. You can hear me can’t you? Hear my voice? That’s real, Frankie. I’m alive. It wasn’t real.” You tried to reassure him.

You knew he was listening, but he continued telling you about the dream like he hadn’t heard you at all.

“You couldn’t breathe, you- you were coughing up blood. There was blood everywhere, baby. It was all over us. You were shot in the chest. All I could do was hold you and tell you that I loved you. I couldn’t stop telling you I loved you.” He sniffled, though trying his best to hide it.

“Frankie... I’ll be right over, okay? Just get out of bed and get yourself some water and I’ll be there before you know it. Okay?” You promised him.

“I love you, Y/N. I- You shouldn’t have to get out of bed at 3AM for me…” He said, feeling guilty.

“Baby, I would get out of bed at any time of day for you. Any day of the week, and any day of the year. I love you and want to be there for you the way you’ve always been there for me okay? I’ll be there soon.”

With that, you were on your way over to Frankie’s smaller apartment. There wasn’t much traffic and luckily he only lived a couple of miles away. When you arrived, you could see him sitting at the bottom of the staircase leading to his upstairs home. As soon as you stepped out of your car you could see him stand up and begin to walk towards you as he wiped his eyes.

“Frankie…” You started, but he embraced you before you could say anything.

And here you were thinking you were supposed to hold him when he was sad. He’d always found comfort in just having you in his arms. You were his safe place.

“Frankie-” You tried again, but he cut you off with a breathtaking kiss. A kiss that said in itself how much he needed you. It left you speechless.

“Y/N… I’m never leaving you again, okay? I promise. From now on, it’s you and me… Always.”

You were confused as to what he meant, until it clicked in your head.

“Frankie… are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You tried to hide your smile.

“I’m moving in, baby. As long as you’re in.” He smiled softly.

“Francisco Morales, I have never been more in with anybody in my life… I love you so much.” You confessed, leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“God, I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I love you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

I know, you’d thought to yourself. You’d never been so sure of someone’s love before. There was no one like your Frankie. 

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“Babe! Come look at this!” Frankie shouted from where he was cleaning out his small desk area a week later, getting ready for the move.

You walked over and began to laugh as you saw the small polaroid in his hands. Pope had taken it during the infamous camping trip and Frankie had lost it the second he had gotten home. And now, years later, there it was. It made your heart jump to see the picture after all this time, the two of you had grown so much.

“You should keep it, baby. It’s safer with you.” He said, holding out for you to take.

“Frankie… It’s yours.” You reminded him.

“I kept it so I’d have you with me when I was away, but I’m not going anywhere, baby. Not anymore. I’m in it with you now, til the end. You have my word.” He promised.

Your eyes began to water and all you wanted to do was hold him. Hold your Frankie close and never let him go. He could sense your tears and pulled you into his arms, one hand resting on the back of your head.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart?” He asked you, gently releasing you from his embrace.

“I don’t know… I just- I never want to lose you, Frankie. You’re my Frankie. I never want anyone else to have you… ever.” You admitted.

“Lucky for you… No one else deserves me like you do.” His arms were cupping your cheeks now.

“You’re it for me, you know? This is it.” He gestured between the two of you.

“Yeah… me too.” You told him before leaning in for a kiss.

You were sure you’d never get enough of him.

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“Frankie! I’ve had enough of you! Get off the couch and come help me in the kitchen! This is your apartment we’re packing up after all!” You jokingly complained.

You really just missed his company.

“My back hurts!” He complained.

“My everything hurts from last night but you don’t see me complaining!” You cleverly retorted.

Suddenly, you saw his form sit up on the couch and shoot a glare in your direction. All you could do was laugh. Before you knew it, he was back to laying down. You groaned quietly in frustration.

“Well, these IKEA plates sure look old… I think I’m gonna toss ‘em.” You started to say.

“No! Babe! Leave my plates alone!” He appeared in the kitchen before you could even reach for the plates yourself.

You laughed at him once again and he just pouted.

“You’re an ass.” He joked as he packed away the plates into one of the fragile boxes.

“And you love me for it.” You said before kissing his cheek, making an obnoxious sound as you did.

“No… I love you because of it. Can you imagine where we’d be if you hadn’t forgiven me on that camping trip? May I add, where I did absolutely nothing wrong…” He began to slowly creep out of the kitchen before you could react.

“You’re on thin ice, Morales! You’re gonna be stuck here packing all this by yourself if you keep it up.” You bluffed.

“Oh yeah?” He said, rushing back into the kitchen and throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you to the living room where he’d previously been seated.

You kicked your feet in the air and squealed as he carried you to the couch and dropped you in his seat. You both laughed until you were out of breath, and then he spoke again.

“You know, Y/N, maybe I did do something wrong on that trip…” He admitted boldly.

“Yeah?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah… I didn’t let you finish telling me how amazing I am and just how much you love me!” He laughed.

You crossed your arms in fake frustration and shook your head at his humor.

“It was the alcohol talking anyways…Who knows how much of it was true.” 

And there was your beloved Frankie’s pout again.

PART SIX

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

Nemesis: Retribution (2)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SMUT FOR THIS CHAPTER. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (18+ ONLY), polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, mentions of illnesses, momentary fluff, bit of angst care of Bucky, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, rejection, bullying, heartbreak, character death

A/N: I couldn’t resist not posting this early. Here you go. Next ones will probably take a while coz I have to be an actual adult for a bit. 

No permission is granted to repost, steal, or translate my work. Not even a credit makes it okay. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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A few days of rest was required to recover from a super soldier's punch. The doctors had said that you were lucky Steve hadn't punched you with full strength or else you would probably have a whole cracked rib cage. You were anxious to jump back in to training, not used to being idle for very long.

You were given some painkillers at the clinic and ordered to stay there for the rest of the afternoon for monitoring. When you woke up, it was early evening and a blonde super soldier was napping on a steel chair next to your bed. He jumped when you moved to sit up, his heightened senses alarmed and disoriented for a second before he quickly switched to repeatedly apologizing to you. You laughed out loud. It was just a little ridiculous to you to see such a commanding presence in the field so charmingly boyish and adorably embarrassed.

Steve was a comforting presence but to be honest you were hoping to see Bucky. You didn't get a chance to thank him since he left immediately after the doctors had ushered you into the examination room. Once you were cleared to return to training, you caught sight of his long brunette hair and the bright smile on your face couldn't be stopped. It was the glare he pinned you with that made you halt your approach.

He was back to his disapproval of your very existence.

You had to admit that it stung. You thought that you were getting somewhere with him after he helped you. At least somewhere outside of the realm of outward disdain. And maybe you were hoping just a little bit that it could lead down the road to him feeling the same about you.

The timing was perfect when you were assigned to your first official mission with the Avengers. It was a chance to prove your worth to the team and to Bucky in particular. A chance to maybe make him see you as more than just a troublesome recruit.

You came back from the mission with your head held high and absolutely glowing with confidence at the kudos from Sam and Natasha. The great Natasha Romanoff had complimented your sniping skills, picking off enemies in her area even before she could aim her own gun at them.

The first thing you wanted to do after getting back to the Compound was to tell Bucky. You wanted to brag a little bit and maybe even thank him for the mentoring. If he hadn’t been so hard on you then you wouldn’t have pushed yourself to be at this level. You were skipping down the halls of the Compound in search for him, clutching the bullet casing from your first official Avenger kill.

FRIDAY had informed you that he was in the training area and you were bouncing on your feet with excitement. As you entered though the place was empty, the rest of the agents having retired to the mess halls. You ventured further in, trusting FRIDAY’s intel until you heard some noises coming from the adjacent armory. You smiled, he must be cleaning his guns again.

As you got closer, the noise began to get louder until you could make out what was undeniably pleasured moaning, one low and gravelly while the other more high pitched. You should have turned away, if only for the privacy of the couple who was wrapped up in their passion, but your curiosity pushed you to come closer and peak through the small crack in the door.

The brief image that you saw made you instantly draw back, a shaking hand pressed to your mouth to silence the shocked gasp. You backed away slowly, your mind struggling to process what you had just seen, then your flight response kicked in and you ran like hell out of there. The scene was burning a hole in your brain and caused your skin to grow cold. Sergeant Barnes rutting hard against a woman wrapped around his waist, his glinting eyes locked with yours, and a cocky sneer on his face.

You didn’t go to dinner that night or to the team celebration for a successful first mission. You chose instead to lay in your bunk with tears burning in your eyes and trying to erase the memory of your discovery. Of course he was already dating someone. A man of his caliber was sure to have a line-up of gorgeous eager women at his disposal. He probably had no interest in boring recruits like yourself. The woman he was throwing into bliss must be some supermodel or high ranking spy. How did you even end up deluding yourself that you could possibly catch his eye?

The rest of your roommates filtered in after a few hours, chatting away noisily about the party. Anna had come to sit on the edge of your bed and ran a comforting hand along your arm, concern clearly etched on her face.

“I’m fine. Just tired. The mission really wore me out,” you muttered with a small smile. You weren't ready to talk about it yet.

“Personally I think I had better success today than all of you,” Kim’s shrill voice cut through the good natured conversations in the room.

She wasn’t part of the group taken on the mission, claiming beforehand that she was ill. A chorus of curious why’s rang out through the group and she preened at once again being the center of attention.

“Well I just had the fuck of a lifetime from none other than Sergeant James Barnes.”

The room of women burst into chaos; squeals of disbelief, rapid fire questions on how big he was and how good of a lay was he, were they dating now or was this a fuck buddy situation. Of course Kim was more than happy to entertain each question.

You tuned all of it out, the noise turning into an annoying ringing in your ear. You turned around to face the wall as the silent tears that refused to be contained any longer fell to wet your pillow. You barely registered Anna squeezing your shoulder or the words that Kim threw your way.

“Sorry, Y/N. I guess I was just more Bucky’s type.”

You curled yourself into a tighter ball as the pain in your chest radiated across your whole body. You had assumed wrong about Bucky. It seemed that he wasn’t opposed to dating new recruits.

He was just opposed to you.

The taunting from Kim continued on and you just couldn't take it any longer. You brushed the tears away, grabbed your sweater, and marched yourself to the door. You needed to get some air. You needed to get away. Anywhere but there. You wrenched open the door and almost came crashing straight toward a solid chest. Your eyes travelled up to lock with the kind blue gaze of Captain America. You wondered why Steve was standing at the doors of your bunkers holding a pack of beer in his hand.

"Good evening, ladies," he said to the room of now suddenly speechless females. "I'm just going to borrow Y/N for a bit."

The crowd remained in shocked silence while you stared at him in confusion as he smiled sweetly down at you. He had gone looking for you when he didn't see you at the celebration after Natasha and Sam had sang your praises to him at your performance. He wanted to congratulate you and bring you a drink for a job well done.

"Come on. I know a good spot," he said, placing a hand on your back and guiding you out.

Steve brought you to the top of an observatory in the Compound. It was quiet, peaceful, and offered a great view. He cracked open a bottle for you and the conversation just flowed naturally. He kept making you laugh until your sides hurt with stories about his time as a performer in the military and all the unfortunate videos that came with it. You were crying with pure joy when he relented and re-enacted his buy military bonds act, your earlier darkened mood forgotten for the moment.

Steve felt like he did something right when your glassy eyes and defeated expression was replaced with clear amusement. Even if it was at his expense. He wouldn't ask what the reason was, but he felt happy he made you feel better.

"Thank you, Steve," you muttered before you parted ways. Somehow both of you understood that it was more than just for the drink.

You promised yourself then that you would give yourself tonight to weep over your unfortunate romantic feelings. Only for tonight. Come morning you would focus all your energy on what you actually came here to do; become an Avenger. You slept fitfully that night, the shell casing from your first mission still gripped in your hand.

You made a conscious effort after that day to limit your interactions with Bucky and Kim to polite clipped conversations. At first Bucky had been surprised at your change in attitude, your blank expression and sparse words causing a momentary guilt to flash in his eyes. You had chosen instead to spend more time with Steve and the twins, your mood obviously brighter around them.

You were sitting now in a large conference room for a briefing on the next mission with a handful of other recruits when Sam Wilson sent you out to fetch the rest of the Avengers who were running late and not responding.

"Can you get them for me, sweetheart?" he chuckled, knowing that you blushed uncontrollably each time he used a nickname on you.

FRIDAY had directed you to the private common room exclusive for their use. You were about to knock on the door when you heard your name in the middle of what sounded like a heated argument. Against your better judgement, you leaned in closer.

"I don't think Y/N's cut out to be part of this team."

Your heart dropped. The conviction in Bucky's voice was clear. It was one thing for your infatuation with him to be forcefully thrown back at your face, but for him to explicitly state to a set of people that you held at such high esteem that you were not good enough was a whole other vicious heartbreak.

Lily was wrong. This time you should have known when to quit.

You forced yourself to crack the door wider and step inside, clearing your throat to announce your presence. You didn't see the startled look on their faces or the guilty one that followed when they realized that you had heard. One look at your sad glistening eyes that refused to look up confirmed it. Natasha and Steve both threw Bucky a deadly glare.

"Sam wants you all at a briefing. I was sent to come get you."

Your voice was so small and unsteady, none of the easy happiness and optimistic determination that it usually carried. Bucky felt the shame burn through him, the guilt drowning him in an instant. You weren't supposed to hear that. He took a step towards you, instinct driving him to do anything to wipe that defeated look off your face, but a threatening look from the twins pinned him in place.

"We'll walk back with you, little star," Pietro said softly, appearing beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Wanda came on the other side, looping your arm with hers.

For the rest of the briefing, you strained with the effort of focusing on Sam while blatantly ignoring Bucky. You knew he was staring a hole at the back of your head, but you couldn't allow yourself to give him any satisfaction by looking back. You were soon assigned your tasks, you being placed on sniper duty again having performed well the last time.

It was supposed to be a run of the mill mission for intel and taking out a criminal base, but with the expectation of more hostiles so a slightly bigger team was necessary. You practically flew out of the room when you were dismissed, not giving anyone a chance to talk to you. A decision was solid in your mind now for when you got back.

This would be your last mission.

The ride on the jet to the location was spent with you cleaning your gear and checking your weapons. You were sliding a few knives in place when Bucky came in front of you holding out another set of knives for you to take.

"You know if you tilt the hilt to the left you can fit more in one holster," he said.

It was odd hearing him with almost warmth in his tone toward you. If it had happened yesterday, you probably would be celebrating this fact. You nodded at him, but didn't say a word.

"Remember to keep your head low and stay on your post. Okay, doll?"

You nodded wordlessly again. Because you made a point not to look at his face, you missed the way he was struggling to say more to you and the disheartened look when you obviously weren't going to answer him. You ignored him for the rest of the ride, choosing to focus on reviewing the intel.

As far as bad intel could go, this had to be the worst. You were perched up on a densely covered hill a good distance away from the base that the rest of the team were storming. You were picking off as many hostiles coming out of the base as quick as your hands would allow. Your fingers were starting to ache from the constant reloading, your eyes stung from the gunpowder, and your lip was already bleeding from biting down on it.

The noise in the comms was pure mayhem. Each team member trying to ask for help, for backup, for a plan. You had all come expecting a fight but not an army prepared to defend. You were certainly not expecting HYDRA.

"They have Bucky."

Three words spoken that sent a cold dread to wash over all of you. HYDRA couldn't be allowed to take Bucky. You abandoned your post without a second thought and sprinted down toward the base, pistols at the ready for anyone coming your way.

"Last location," you asked urgently as you slipped into the building shooting down two agents immediately.

"West wing. Near the last corridor," Steve grunted, clearly having a hard time on his end. "Y/N, do not engage!"

"I'm the closest one, Cap."

"I'm close too. Just a little busy," Natasha huffed. "I'll follow, Y/N. Steve, we need to get the hell out of here."

Steve had reluctantly agreed, seeing that there was no other choice. He quickly barked orders and commanded you to keep safe. You nodded although he couldn't see it as you wove through the corridors at full speed in search of your teammate. The moment you barged into that last room, your eyes found an unconscious Bucky immediately.

Seeing him in that chair horrified you; shirt ripped, bleeding in several areas, skin pale and cold with sweat, chest rising and falling far too rapidly, and eyes that were unresponsive. You were so distracted by the jarring image that you failed to notice the operatives across the room until the bullets were burning through your soft flesh.

You screamed from the pain, but raised your gun and fired back until you heard their bodies thud heavily on the floor. You clutched at your side, the amount of wet blood pouring out was alarming. You pushed your own welfare aside and hurriedly undid Bucky's restraints. It was a struggle to sit up a semi-conscious super soldier and when you took his weight on your shoulders, you collapsed to the floor at the intense pain in your arm. You hadn't realized that you had multiple shots there too.

You gritted your teeth and groaned at the effort of lifting you both up, your blood soaking through your gear as well as Bucky's. You huffed painfully with each step but you just had to get him out of there. You could have kissed Natasha square in the mouth when you saw her come barreling towards you.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N!" she winced at your state before taking Bucky's other side. Apparently you looked as bad as you felt. "We gotta move fast. I hear more of them coming up this way. This path is clear."

Having Natasha's help in carrying Bucky alleviated some of the burden from you and made you all move faster, but the blood loss was already starting to make your vision blurry and the adrenaline was wearing off. Through the haze, you could also hear the rapidly approaching footsteps. Soon you would be basically useless and you knew there was no way Natasha could carry you both out while fighting off a hoard of enemies.

"Natasha," you said quietly, your steps faltering.

"No. Keep going goddamn it!" Natasha cried.

She knew what you were thinking. She had assessed the situation too and come to the same miserable conclusion. You smiled sadly at her angry eyes and shaking head as you let go of your hold on Bucky. Her eyes widened further as you limped toward the doors behind you and locked them tight before raising your guns to aim right at anyone who would come through them.

She didn't miss how your hands were shaking and your shot arm could barely hold up, the way you scowled deeper in pain with each movement, or how your uniform was soaked in your own blood and slowly forming a pool at your feet. Ghastly as you looked, you turned your head and tossed her another gentle smile. You were basically going to use yourself as a human shield for them and yet you were comforting her. You were reassuring her.

"Check on my sister for me, yeah?"

Natasha wanted to insist on another plan. Anything other than leave you behind to hold off the nearing enemy units. Shouting and gunfire from the other side of the door forced her to make a decision. She cursed sharply under her breath and dragged Bucky away with her, the regret heavy on her heart for having to leave you behind.

You stepped further back and supported your weak body against the wall after Natasha had thankfully left. The enemy was trying their hardest to barge through the door, ramming into it and shooting their guns at the locks. It wouldn't be long now before they manage to breach it.

You took a moment to spare a thought for your sister. A part of you was saddened to think of her grief after she finds out that you had done the most heroic thing anyone could ever do.

Sacrifice.

Another part of you was relieved knowing that she had Jill and she wouldn't be alone in that grief. When you decided this morning that this would be your last mission, you didn't necessarily expect it to be in this way.

"I'm sorry, Lily."

Natasha managed to get Bucky back to the jet where the rest of the team were all converging, still fighting off operatives chasing after them. There just didn't seem to be any end to them.

"I'm going back for Y/N!" she yelled to the team as she dropped Bucky on the floor of the jet. There was no time to be gentle, she had to hurry back to help you out.

"What do you mean? Where the hell is Y/N, Nat?" Steve shouted as he grabbed her arm.

"She stayed behind to hold off the ones chasing us so we could get out. I have to go back!"

"I will go. I can get her out," Pietro volunteered at once but he doubled over immediately from the extensive wounds on his torso.

Natasha was already sprinting back into the compound, not willing to waste another minute. She made it only a few feet before the entire facility exploded into a fiery inferno that quickly ravaged it and threw her farther back.

The entire team watched in horror as the explosions continued on several parts of the structure. The area was quickly getting engulfed by the flames and smoke. Steve had to force everyone onto the jet and bodily carry a shell shocked Natasha.

No one could have possibly survived that.

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Natasha steadied her breath as she quietly landed on a perch high above in the rafters of a seedy warehouse. Wanda joined her seconds later, weaving her magic to better cloak them. The other twin was running a lap around the perimeter and would join them later.

She was assigned weird missions all the time. Missions that had very little to doubtful intel was common. This mission though was by far the strangest she's ever gotten. There was a very small list of vague things that were told to them; the time and location, not to intervene, to remain unseen until the target was ready, bring the target to the Compound.

She was slightly annoyed, but she complied anyway. She was curious too as the mission was given in secret to only the three of them. A million questions was speeding through her mind as she observed the activity below. It looked like a regular run of the mill drug den filled with busy workers and roving guards.

"How many, Wanda?" Natasha whispered.

"I sense more than 25 of them. All armed, but with much fear."

A gust of wind signaled the return of the other twin. He had a frown on his face and a concerned look in his eyes. "There is another one, but this one does not seem to be with them."

Natasha was starting to sincerely doubt this mission when a fast movement from the shadows caught her eye. By the way the twins perked up too, they surely had seen it. They followed the figure as it slipped through the darkness, almost losing track if they hadn't noticed that the guards were quickly dwindling in number. Natasha was growing worried, this was surely a highly skilled group of assassins. Pietro must have been mistaken. They were clean and efficient too.

All of a sudden a gunfight broke out below them. A figure completely clad in black, strolled casually out from the shadows with a pistol in each hand firing precisely at their targets. They confidently charged closer, unfazed as they greeted the gunfire. They continued to tear viciously through the crowd with a deadly mix of combat, bullets, and blades. 

The workers had drawn their weapons by now as well, but they were quickly killed off with barbaric aggression. It did not take long for the floor below to become a sea of blood and lifeless bodies. One person remained barely alive, hanging on to his middle to keep his internal organs from spilling out from the wide gash. The attacker came to him, nonchalantly stepping over decimated bodies. They couldn't hear what was exchanged from this distance, only the choked scream that followed as he was stabbed straight through the throat. His blood spurting out like a broken faucet.

Natasha had been in this profession for a while, but she has never seen this level of unrestrained violence.

One person.

One single person had cleared out a base of approximately 30 people. Natasha was growing more and more worried. Clearly this person was at the very least an enhanced and even with the twins with her, they were not prepared to face someone powered.

What kind of bloodthirsty lunatic does this?

"You can come down now."

All three of them froze in place. Looking down, the attacker was staring right at them with cloaked eyes. Reluctantly and very slowly, Wanda used her powers to float them down carefully keeping a good distance from this murderer.

From this close they could now see that they were in full military tactical gear in what was originally all matte black, but now had an explosion of dripping red. Combat boots, fitted cargo pants, a long sleeved shirt underneath a tight bulletproof vest, gloves, a loose hood over their head, and a cloth mask around the lower half of their face.

"Should have known something was up when my team mentioned seeing a really fast man."

The shivers that travelled through every expanse of skin on Natasha, was a reaction to that voice. It sounded strangely familiar yet unknown, but something in her mind was denying her from piecing it together. The moment the hood was dropped to reveal their eyes was when she spiraled into a complete icy shock. They were eyes that had haunted her for the past ten years. Haunted all of them. The only difference was that the eyes in her memories were smiling warmly.

The bloodied face mask was lowered to reveal a face they mourned, unmistakable and yet completely different. White raised scars branched out like weaving vines from the right side of the neck to just above the jaw and the ears. They were obviously old and healed but still raised and prominent, adding an even more dangerous edge to the menacing look on their face.

Your face.

"Hello, Natasha. Pietro. Wanda."

10 years after they had watched you tragically perish in a burning HYDRA facility, you stood before three of a group of people you had unknowingly tormented all these years.

The earpiece you wore crackled to life. "Blackbird to Hedwig. I have a visual. Should I shoot them?"

You smirked. There was no need for that. At least not right now.

"Hey, Blackbird. Tell Raven I'll be late for dinner. I have a reunion to get to."

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A/N: Tell me which pairing or combination in this harem you’re most looking forward to. Smut or otherwise. I’m still rearranging scenes and working out smut. There is a long list of kinks. I need help.

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Set My World Ablaze

Summary: Being in love with your best friend is always a struggle, especially when she has no idea. Or so you think.

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3522

Warning: smut, angst, sexual tension, f/f, language, Wanda Maximoff (she's babe and thus a warning), alcohol, fluff, friends to lovers, 18+, DNI if you're a minor

A/N: This is my submission for @msmarvelwrites 2k writing challenge and the song prompt that I based this on was Dress. I'm obsessed with this song and I knew I wanted to write this story from the very beginning. It just took me a bit longer than I anticipated because I kept fighting with myself over it

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

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Wanda’s fingers ran through your hair, as she created an intricate updo on top of your head. Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the feeling of her nimble fingers in your long tresses.

“You gonna fall asleep on me, lovely?” Her melodic voice questioned, her Sokovian accent sending a thrill up your spine. You couldn’t help it, you were in love with your best friend and she was the only one who didn’t know.

Ever since Wanda had joined the team, you two were inseparable. Initially having bonded over your similar powers, the friendship quickly grew. Now two years later, and that feeling of friendship had bloomed into something more. At least for you. Every day you fell more and more in love with her.

Every time Wanda entered the room, your heart skipped a beat and sometimes you found yourself staring at her until someone nudged you out of your stupors. Luckily you were able to shield her from reading your thoughts or your friendship would long have been ruined. She didn’t feel that way for you and you knew she never would.

“Honey?” she questioned again.

“Mhmm?” you mumbled, drawing a sweet giggle out of her.

“Are you falling asleep, darling?”

“Yess,” You nodded, eyes still shut.

“Well you’re gonna have to wake up because I’m all done.”

“Noooooo,” you groaned, head falling back into her lap. She leaned forward, her beautiful hair creating a cocoon around you two. “You can’t be done, it feels too good!”

Smiling, she kissed your nose and gently moved your head, so she could get up.

“I have magic fingers,” she smirked, wiggling her fingers at you. You chuckled, her playful antics were rarely present these days, the stress of all these missions getting to you all.

“Yes you do, now come back and continue your magic finger treatment,” you pouted.

She shook her hand, “I can’t babe, I promised Vision I would train with him. But I promise tonight we can have a movie night, just the two of us!”

Getting off the ground, you followed her out, walking with her to the training room

“Sounds great, but we can’t tonight. Tony’s throwing that extravagant party, celebrating that one mission we didn’t die on, remember?” The one you still had to find a dress for.

“Oh no, you’re right! I completely forgot about that!” Wanda exclaimed. She suddenly gripped your arm, stopping you. “We should go together! That way neither one of us will be alone!”

Her words hurt your heart because you knew she didn’t mean it as you wanted her to, but nonetheless, you plastered a smile on and agreed quickly, before excusing yourself.

~

Natasha was leaning by your door as you approached and she pushed off the wall, trailing you into the room.

“You know you should just tell her how you feel?” she said, as you plopped down on your couch in a huff.

“Tell who what?” you asked, playing dumb. Nat gave you a ‘seriously’ look and you shook your head “I can’t tell her. She sees me as a friend, that’s all. And I love her too much to lose her.”

“So you choose to be unhappy.”

“You know better than all of us, that us avengers rarely find happiness,” you joked, and she shoved you playfully.

“Oh shut up!” she chuckled. “We should find you an amazing dress for tonight, that’ll help you feel like yourself again.”

You shrugged, sure that she was right but your heart just wasn’t in it. Alas, you let her drag you out to go shopping. Armed with Tony’s credit card, she found a cute boutique that was very misleading because you knew if you looked at any of the tags, you’d had a heart attack.

Watching as she tore through the racks of dresses, you sat on a comfy poof with a champagne flute in hand. She was a menace, throwing dress after dress in a pile you knew she was gonna make you try.

Shaking your head, you stood up and began scanning through the dresses yourself, running your hand over the material. A burgundy dress caught your eye, the satiny material, cut in a deep v, tight but not too tight with a slit up the thigh. It was beautiful.

You snuck into the back without alerting Nat, and into a dressing room. The dress fit perfectly, hugging every curve of your body and for a second you imagined Wanda seeing you in this and falling head over heels in love with you. Oh, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

“Y/n? Where did you go?” you hear Natasha call out and peeked your head out of the room.

“Back here, Nat. I found a dress,” you hollered back. She let out a frustrated huff, knowing her efforts were wasted on you. You exited the dressing room and her eyes widened as she took in your silhouette.

“Wow! I’m impressed, you did almost as good of a job as I would have,” Nat said, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame. “Now if you let me do your hair and makeup, I’m sure we can make Wanda not know what hit her.”

You quickly threw a hanger at her, which she dodged effortlessly, laughing as she left you to change.

The shopping trip didn’t last long after that, as you came to the counter to find Nat with her dress and a pair of heels for you. She was lucky you were very dexterous, otherwise, you would fall flat on your face in those shoes and what kind of impression would you make then?

~

“Okay Nat, you’re overdoing it, I can feel it,” you complained, as she ran the brush along your cheekbones in feather light motions. She tsked you, ignoring your billionth complaint of the night. “Natttttt!” “Stop complaining or I will mess up and we’ll have to start all over,” She threatened. A light knock interrupted your rebuttal and you both looked at the door. “There, you’re all done,” she smiled, booping you on the nose with the brush before she took the cloth off, the one she had tied around your neck to avoid messing up your dress with makeup.

“Finally!” you said exasperatedly, heading to the door. You opened it to reveal Wanda in a pretty rose gold dress, the v of the dress was nearly down to her navel, accentuating the slopes of her breasts and tiny waist, the sequins were scattered with a few in flower shapes, all catching the light with each movement. She looked like an absolute goddess with her long hair in loose waves. The smile she gave you lit up her entire face, causing your heart to race.

“Wow, you look beautiful!” She exclaimed pulling the rather speechless you into a tight hug. You hoped she couldn’t feel your raging heartbeat. Natasha laughed under her breath, covering it up as a cough and you quickly flipped her the bird from behind Wanda’s back.

“Thank you, Wanda. So do you,” you managed to get out without stumbling over your words. A quick round of applause, ladies and gentlemen! You pulled away from her and the three of you headed downstairs.

~

Natasha conveniently leaving the two of you to join Steve at the bar. Bruce was in charge of drinks tonight so you knew you’d most likely be hungover in the morning. That man did not know how to portion alcohol appropriately.

Wanda scanned the room, her arm looped through yours, waving to some of your friends. She pulled you alongside her as she came to the group of couches where Bucky, Sam, and Vision sat.

“Doll, that dress is immaculate,” Bucky complimented as you sat down next to him with Wanda beside you. Vision pulled Wanda into a discussion about their workout earlier and you turned your attention to Sam and Bucky.

“Thanks, Buck! Nat and I went shopping this afternoon,” you said, smiling at the super-soldier. You couldn’t deny that he was a god of a man and you probably checked him out almost as much as you did Wanda. Bucky Barnes was a gift to womankind and he knew it.

His eyes looked you over and you leaned forward a bit, placing your purse on the coffee table, causing his eyes to wander to your cleavage.

“Well you two did a great job picking out dresses,” He replied, eyes reluctantly leaving your chest. His eyes glanced over your shoulders and widened briefly, before returning to you nervously. You turned to look over your shoulder, only seeing Wanda talking with Vision and a room full of people mingling. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Bucky still looked a bit spooked when you return to him but as the conversation flows, him and Sam have you laughing uncontrollably. At some point, Wanda brought you a drink, and another and another until your whole body felt so hot and your dress felt like it was smothering you.

You leaned back into her, her sweet scent enveloping you like a warm hug. She giggled at something Bucky said or didn’t say, you weren’t exactly sure at this point, and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, hand resting by your breast.

“And that’s when I had to intervene, you know? Or Steve was going to get his ass handed to him for the last time,” Bucky chuckled recalling a time when Steve got his ass kicked. Steve tossed a pillow at him as the crowd laughed along with Bucky. Those two were probably the only ones not hammered at this point.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you said, your words only slightly slurred. You could handle your alcohol well, but you were still quite tipsy and as you went to stand up, you wobbled. Wanda’s hand shot out, her powers wrapped around your waist, holding you steady. You gained your footing, nodding thanks to her, and headed carefully to the bar.

“I need another drink please, good sir,” you said, leaning haphazardly against the bar. Bruce’s lip quirked up in a half-smile as he handed you a pink concoction. You took it without question and started sipping, resting against the counter as you looked around the now practically empty room. Only the Avengers and close friends were left; it was always your favorite time of the night when it was just all of you having a good time.

“I think it’s time to head to bed, love,” Wanda’s accented voice whispered in your ear, her warm breath trailing along your skin, raising goosebumps on your flesh.

“Bed?” you asked confused. “You’re going to take me to bed?” the lack of filter elevated by the alcohol in your system.

“If that’s what you want, baby,” she said, “You don’t think I don’t see the way you look at me. The way you watch me, the way you stumble over your words when I’m around.”

You backed away from her, thinking she was mocking you, that she had made it through your mental barriers. “Wanda, don’t,” you whispered, shaking your head. She tilted her head to the side, in that cute way that she does and grabbed your hands.

“I want you, y/n. I’m not messing with you. I want you too.” she reassured you, pulling you closer to her until her arms wrapped around your waist. Her fingers lingered over the bare skin of your back as she drew shapes on your skin, calming you almost instantly.

“Really?” you said, feeling ridiculous at how pathetic you sounded.

She leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on your lips and you whimpered against her lips. The kiss was electrifying, just the feeling of her against you ignited a dormant spark in you. Tugging you closer, she pressed herself against you. She tugged on your bottom lip as she separated from you. “Really, love. I almost took Barnes out earlier for the way he was staring.”

“You’re the one who spooked him?” you questioned. She nodded, with a wicked smile.

“Ever since I saw you in that dress, all I’ve wanted to do is peel it off you and if I wasn’t doing, no one else was going to.”

Lips to her ears, you said “Well good because I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Wanda grabbed your hand, and the two of you made your way to the elevator, giggling the whole way there. Oblivious to anything else. You were sure Natasha was probably smirking knowingly while the rest just stared.

~

The two of you barely made it to the bedroom when you pressed Wanda into a wall, slotting your thigh between hers.

“I don’t want you like a best friend. I haven’t for a long time,” you admitted against her lips before pulling her into a passionate kiss. Wanda’s hands grasped at the ample flesh of your ass, as she ground herself on your thigh.

Your hand cupped her face, holding her close, pausing for a moment to take her in, the moonlight from the window caressing the line of her throat, the swell of her heaving chest, the glimmer of her sequined dress.

Her fingers danced up your torso to the zipper on your side, lowering it with ease, before sliding the straps down your shoulders. You shimmied out of the dress and helped her slip her dress off, leaving you both in nothing but your panties.

Dresses discarded on the floor, you pulled her close, pressing your lips to Wanda’s neck. Her breasts bouncing lightly, her cheeks flushed, sweet nothings whispering from her lips, as she let her head fall back. Your lips sank lower, down to her breast, teasing one pebble-hard nipple, circling it with your tongue.

She pushed you onto the bed and you groaned as her teeth nipped at your neck. She crushed you to her, settling between your legs, skin to skin, every sweet curve at her fingertips. The red hue of her powers danced along your skin, making every part of you tingle. The added sensations made your back arch, your skin gliding along hers. Her fingertips dragged down your ribs, over the swell of your hips, finally brushing along the inside of your thighs.

A thrill sizzled up your spine and her eyes darkened at the sight of you. She was enjoying the way you were coming apart for her, unabashed and wanting.

“Wanda, I -” you panted as you felt Wanda drawing tight, firm circles over your clit with her clever fingers. She kept her pace steady, listening to you moan in time to her fingers.

It was truly like nothing you had ever known, even with previous lovers. The jolting current of her fingers combined with the soft kisses along your collarbones, your neck, your breasts. You mewled as she pulled a nipple into her mouth, lathing it with her tongue. You felt like time stood still, nothing but her teasing tongue and your breathless sighs, a heat building between your legs, setting your whole body aflame.

“Oh Wanda, yes,” you whispered.

“You like that, pretty baby?”

“Don’t stop,’’ you pleaded. She kissed you swallowing your pleas, your moans, all your sweet sounds. Her lips were like honey, warm and soft against yours. Your body writhing beneath her as Wanda’s fingers rolled over your swollen bud.

“I want to taste you,” She breathed, nuzzling into the valley of your breasts. You nodded, rapidly, the feel of her fingers making you yearn for more. You needed her mouth on you soon, before you lost it.

Kissing down your body, slow as melting ice, she ran her tongue along your sweat-beaded skin, her hand still strumming between your thighs. She pressed long, languid kisses on your belly, your hips, tracing around your navel with the tip of her tongue.

Spreading out your thighs with her hands, you laid splayed out on the bed before her. She watched you with a fierce look in her eye and her eyes drifted down to your silken softness, drenched in your slick. She moved slowly, running her tongue through your folds, flickering in and out.

You mewled and sighed, hips grinding, your hands in her hair, pulling her in tighter. Wanda moaned against you, feeling consumed by the taste of you, thirsty, starving for the flood of nectar on her tongue.

With a wave of her hand, she wrapped her powers around your breasts, pinching and rolling at the swollen nipples. The abundance of pleasure was quickly hurdling you towards the edge. You lost yourself as Wanda went to work in earnest, eyes rolling back in your head, fingers gripping the sheets blindly as you urged her on.

Your sounds made Wanda feel all-powerful, her every movement, every flick of her tongue or touch of her lips drawing out a groan, whispered pleas, a tremor running down the length of your body. With every drag of her tongue, your moans grew louder, longer until her tongue flicked over your pulsing bud, causing your body to tense up like a bowstring, spine arching. Your thighs clamped on either side of Wanda’s head, every muscle taut and shaking as your toes curled and you shrieked loudly.

Your whole body fell limp in the breathless aftermath, Wanda lapping up your release, tracing light circles over you, savoring your taste. Grinning mischievously she sank her tongue deeper into your petals, making you groan and reach for her head.

“Enough, gorgeous, enough,” you begged, pulling her back up your body. You enfolded her in your arms, your bodies melding into one as you flipped her over. Her legs wrapped around your waist as she kissed you feverishly, a long hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on her lips and you groaned, sucking on her bottom lip. Wanda smacked your ass, making you gasp and bite her lip, almost drawing blood.

“That was incredible,” she breathed out, licking her lips.

“Beginner’s luck?” you smirked down at her and she snarled in response.

“I didn’t hear any complaints,” she rebutted. “If you’re so cocky about it, love, why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

You kissed down her jawline, and she craned her head back, giving you full access to her neck. Your lips drifted down her throat, teeth grazing over her pulse point. Your fingernails traced lines of lust down her body, to her inner thighs.

“Say please” you taunted, kissing along her heated skin, nibbling marks on her gorgeous peaks. Your tongue flicked over a hardened nipple and Wanda whimpered, arching into you. You continued your descend down, situating yourself in between her thighs.

“W-what?” she panted.

“Say,” you whispered, nipping at the divet of her thigh and her sex. “Please.”

Wanda was hard-headed and stubborn, never one to bow down to anyone, but the way your fingers danced over her, light as a breeze, Wanda felt her belly begin to tighten as your tongue drew a tightening spiral around her clit.

“Say it,” you whispered again, flicking your tongue in a quick motion. The ache between her hips was a sweet agony, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Wanda, baby, say please and...” the light brush of your tongue, made her buck and shiver, “...I’ll give you what you want.”

Wanda lifted her heavy head, looking down the length of her body to you, ready to devour her. Anticipation was making it hard for her to breathe, eyes fluttering closed, she let her head fall back as she gave herself over to you entirely.

“Please.” Wanda panted.

A low, broken moan escaped her lips as you went to work, lips and tongues dancing through her folds. She had no idea where you had learned your skills, and any ex-lovers who may have had this pleasure from you, were now on Wanda’s hit list. She felt herself get wetter, her heat pulsed with every brush of your tongue. The bedsheet twisted in her fist as you slid a finger inside her, curling, coaxing, stroking against the spot that made her see stars.

The rhythm of your tongue matched your touch, and a second finger joined the first. Her back arched, lifting her hips to ground against your face, hands snarled in your hair. Wanda’s hips bucked wildly, and stars bloomed in her vision as your lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard. The heat inside her burst into ravenous flames and she lost herself, her mouth open in a soundless scream.

Coming down from her blinding high, Wanda felt you beside her, soft lips leaving sweet kisses on her face, and finally her lips. You hooked a leg over hers, and she wrapped an arm around you, tugging you close. Nuzzled into her, you basked in her warm embrace.

“I hope you know I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.” Wanda said softly. You kissed her neck and hummed in approval.

“All yours,” you vowed, slowly beginning to doze off, her hand stroking your hair.

“Maybe next time, we’ll invite Bucky to join,” was the last thing you hear before sleep pulled you under.

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Start With One

Summary: Bucky’s conversation with Sam makes him think of someone who he owes an apology to.

Word count: 2,715 

Warnings: None that I know of. There is some angst if you squint, but this is mostly fluff with the start of friends to lovers.

Author’s note: This is my first time writing for Bucky. I had this idea after I watched TFATWS EP 5 last Friday. It’s been a work in progress since then. Feedback is appreciated!

Every moment that passed by standing in front of your door was agony for Bucky. 

He wasn't sure how’d you react to seeing him after all this time, especially since he had left abruptly without a goodbye or an explanation of where he was going.

Part of him felt like he was overreacting the two of you weren't dating, but you had been friends for nearly a year.

She's your only friend, your best friend. He thought.

Bucky raised his hand to knock on your door one last time, but before he could you opened the door.

When you heard the sound of knocking on your door you ignored it at first, too engrossed in an episode of your TV show. You just figured whoever it was would take the hint and go away, but they didn't. They knocked again, and again, and you realized you couldn't ignore them anymore. 

The last person you expected to see standing in front of you when you swung the door open was Bucky Barnes considering he had been MIA for the past week.

You were angry, he had you worried sick, but when you saw him in front of you alive and well, physically speaking at least, all of those negative feelings momentarily faded away.

Bucky hadn't expected you to embrace him, you could tell by the way he tensed up when you first wrapped your arms around him, but after a moment he relaxed and hugged you back. 

Honestly, you hadn't expected to hug him or for him to hug you back, but you felt a sense of relief knowing he was safe in your arms and that you were safe in his.

When you pull apart Bucky notices your expression change, he should've figured you wouldn't let him off the hook that easy.

“Can I come in?” Bucky asks.

You nod, making your way to the couch, Bucky takes the hint and follows you.

Bucky drops his backpack next to your couch, taking his gloves off as he sits down. You sit down on the opposite end of the couch, keeping a distance between the two of you.

Normally the two of you would practically sit on top of each other, sharing a blanket while you watched a movie or just talked. 

This was different though. This talk wasn't going to be like all the others. 

“It was wrong of me to leave without saying goodbye. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry.” 

“You’re right, you shouldn't have done that, but you're going to have to do a lot better than one I'm sorry.” 

“Doll, I–”

“No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to charm your way out of this one.” 

Bucky shakes his head, “I’m not trying to charm my way out of anything.“

“Then what are you trying to do?”

“Apologize.��� 

You scoff, “I told you. You're going to have to do better than one I'm sorry, that won’t fix this.” 

“What can I do to fix this?”

Sighing you run your hand through your hair. You could tell that this was hard for him, you knew how guarded he was, but you thought your relationship was different, Bucky told you everything even the hard stuff. 

You knew about his time as The Winter Soldier and you didn't judge him for it, that wasn't him, you knew that. 

You trusted Bucky and you thought he trusted you, that's why him disappearing and ignoring your calls hurt so much. 

“You can start by explaining a few things to me.”

“Alright, that's fair. I do owe you a few explanations.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Bucky sighs, playing with his hands, “Where do you want me to start?”

You soften a little bit, “Wherever you want to.”

Bucky starts by telling you who he was with and where he was. He spares you the details of exactly what happened. He had a feeling a lot of it would upset you. And the last thing he wanted to do was further upset you.

There were things he couldn't shake that he wanted to tell you about like Zemo practically selling him off; treating him like he wasn't a person, and Ayo removing his arm during their fight, but now wasn't the time for all of that. Bucky wasn't even sure if he was ready to talk about how any of that made him feel. When he was ready, he'd tell you. After all, he had trusted you with everything else so far.

You didn’t have any over-the-top reactions to anything he told you. You knew he could tell you were worried and upset, but you couldn't help it. You care about him. You really care about him. 

You don't say much when he finishes explaining what happened, you just move a little bit closer to him and Bucky feels a wave of relief wash over him. You're still maintaining your distance. He knows he's not out of the woods yet. 

“Why didn't you tell me where you were going? Why didn't you say goodbye?” You ask, your voice sounds so small that it makes Bucky’s heart hurt. 

“I was scared. I didn't know what to tell you, I wanted to protect you.”

You can tell he's telling the truth. It's an innocent enough answer, but it makes your blood boil.

“The truth, you always tell me the truth,” you run your hands through your hair, “I was scared too. I went to go check on you after I saw John on the news with the shield, but you weren't there, then I called you a dozen times, and instead of answering you sent me to voicemail. I care about you. I’ve been worried sick about you for a whole week. By not telling me things and not saying goodbye to me you just made things worse.”

“I’m sorry, I really am,” he pauses, “I’m not used to people caring about me.” 

You move closer to him, “Bucky, I've cared about you since the moment I met you,” taking both his hands in yours you squeeze them, “And I will always care about you.”

Bucky smiles, it's a small one, but it's a genuine one. “I care about you too.” He looks down at your hands in his, “Does this mean we’re okay?”

You nod, “We’re okay, but if you ever disappear on me like that again we won't be, understood?” 

Bucky nods, “Understood.”

You cuddle up against him, “I missed you.”

Bucky relaxes feeling you against him, he moves his hand up and down your arm, “I missed you too.”

“Why'd you bring your backpack with you?”

“You noticed that, huh?”

You chuckle, “Kind of hard not to.”

“I came straight here from the airport. I was with Sam, his sister, and her kids in Louisiana.” 

You look up at him, “Oh, what were you doing there?”

“I went to deliver something from the Wakandans. I ended up staying there for a bit to help out with boat repairs.”

“So you and Sam are friends now?”

“We’re co-workers.”

“You're definitely friends, but okay Bucky, whatever you say.” 

That makes Bucky laugh. Yeah, they were friends now, but he wasn't going to admit that to you or Sam for that matter. 

“Why'd you come straight here from the airport?” 

“Sam and I had a talk. He said something that wasn't about you, but it got me thinking about you. And I told you, I missed you. I wanted to see you.” 

“What did Sam say?” 

“We were talking about my list amends, he told me I was avenging rather than amending–”

You cut him off, “He's right about that.”

“Yes, Doll, I'm aware of that now.”

“As long as you're aware, keep going.” 

“He told me I have to be of service to the people I'm trying to make amends with. I need to make them feel better and bring them closure.” 

“He's also right about that, but how did that get you thinking about me? You didn't wrong me or anyone I know as the Winter Soldier.”

“I know that, but I owed you an apology and clarity about where I ran off to without saying goodbye,” he pauses looking down at you, “And to be fair you were on my mind the whole time I was gone. You're the most important person in my life, you know that, right?”

You nod, “Now I do. And I appreciate your apology. I know that coming here to have an uncomfortable conversation wasn't easy for you. You've come a long way and I'm proud of you.”

Bucky shakes his head, “I haven't come that far.” 

You sit up and face him, “Don't do that.” 

“Don't do what?” 

“Put yourself down like that. You have come a long way. You should give yourself credit for that.”

“Sometimes it doesn't feel like it.”

“Hey, I know that sometimes your thoughts aren't your friends and your brain feels like your own worst enemy, trust me, I do, but those negative thoughts are lying to you,” you hold his hands, “You're a good man Bucky, you deserve to be happy, have moments of calm, and have a good life.”

“Doll, I've done terrible things.”

“That wasn't you, you know that. You didn't have a choice, you weren't in control.”

“But I remember all of them, I have memories of that time of my life.”

“So? That doesn't mean that was you. Bucky, what you experienced was traumatizing. You aren't just going to forget that time of your life even though you weren't the one in control,” pausing you rub your thumbs over his knuckles, “Let me ask you this, do you want to do any of what he did back then now?”

Bucky shakes his head, “No of course not.” 

“You wouldn't do any of that now when you have control of your mind, so that means that isn't who you are. You aren't the Winter Soldier, you're James Bucky Barnes.”

“I don't know who James Bucky Barnes is anymore.”

“Who do you want him to be?”

“What?”

“You’re free to be whoever you want to be now, James Bucky Barnes gets to be whoever you want him to be. You don't have to answer my question out loud, just answer it for yourself, you're the only person who needs to know the answer.”

“Sam told me that I have to stop looking at other people to tell me who I am.”

You smile, “I gotta meet this Sam guy, he seems like he's pretty smart.”

Bucky laughs at that and rolls his eyes.

“He's right though. If you keep looking at others to tell you who you are you won't ever truly know who you are.” 

Bucky sighs, “I know, Doll, I know.”

“Why don't you try going on some more dates? Put yourself out there, Ya know? It might be a good way to meet new people and learn more about yourself in the process.” 

It pained you to say that, but if anybody deserved to be with somebody it was Bucky. Although you couldn't deny that you'd like to be that somebody. The thought of losing him hurt too much, you decided that his friendship was enough, you just wanted to keep him in your life.

Bucky groans, “You know I hate those dating apps.”

You roll your eyes letting out a soft chuckle, “I never said you had to use a dating app. You could just go out and meet someone in public, Ya know like you used to do back in the day?”

“You did not just “back in the day” me.”

“Oh yes, I did.”

“That's a low blow.” 

“Sorry old man, I can't resist sometimes,” you nudge his leg with yours, “Seriously, anyone would be lucky to go on a date with you, I meant what I said earlier, you're a good man.”

Bucky shifts in his spot so he's fully facing you, he holds your hands and brushes his thumb over your knuckles,  just like you did for him moments ago. 

You can tell he wants to say something, he's got that look on his face. You noticed he had shifted in his spot, he had fully opened up to you physically, but still, he wasn't saying anything. 

“What is it, Bucky?”

“Why don't we go on a date?”

Looking at him your eyes go wide, you hadn't been expecting him to say that, “What?”

Your voice was soft, Bucky could tell his question surprised you. In all fairness, it had surprised him too. There had been a few times where he almost asked you out, but he never did. He was always too scared to go through with it.

He didn't want to ruin your friendship, he didn't want to lose you. So Bucky never said anything at all, he always told himself that his friendship with you was enough and it was, but he wanted more. 

The only person Bucky wanted to go on a date with was you.

“Y/N, I like you, I want to take you out on a date.”

The smile on your face reaches your eyes. Bucky swears his heart is about to burst.

“Really? You like me?” You ask in disbelief and Bucky can't help the laugh he lets out at that as he nods, “Yes, really, I like you.” 

Now you're laughing, full of joy as you wrap your arms around him, the position is awkward since the two of you are still seated on the couch, but neither you nor Bucky care.

“I take it that the feeling is mutual?” Bucky asks, his voice is playful, but you can hear the serious tone that's underlying. 

You pull away from him, that smile still on your face, “Yes Bucky, it is.” 

“So you're going to let me take you out on that date?”

“Of course.”

“Where do you want to go?” He asks.

“That's up to you to decide.” You answer snuggling up to his side again, Bucky wraps his arm around you and you feel him relax.

“Why do you want me to decide?” He asks.

“Because you can.“

It's a simple answer, but it holds so much weight. Both of you know that.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while after that. Bucky’s moving his hand up and down your arm. His hand is warm and his touch is soft. 

After a while Bucky breaks the silence, clearing his throat as he looks at his watch, “Doll, it's late. I should go.” 

You look up at him, “You don't have to go. You can stay if you want to.”

Bucky looks down at you, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah. We can sleep in my bed or we can sleep on the couch, it might be a little bit more firm than my mattress.” 

“I don't think we’ll fit comfortably on the couch. I don't want you to be uncomfortable because of me.”

“Bucky, you could never make me uncomfortable. And the couch pulls out into a bed. The mattress isn't all that great, but it's certainly better than the floor. Although if you wanted me to I would sleep on the floor with you.”

“I know you would but the couch is fine, I promise.”

You get up and extend your hand to him, “Come on, help me set up.”

Bucky doesn't say anything, he just takes your hand with a smile on his face getting up off the couch. 

The two of you have the pull-out bed set up in no time. You go into your room to get pillows, while Bucky makes himself comfortable on the bed. 

A few minutes go by before you make your way back into the living room, putting the pillows on the bed you look down at Bucky, “Do you need anything before I lay down?” 

Bucky shakes his head, “Just need you.”

You laugh shaking your head. There it is, that charm. 

Once you're under the covers you look up at him, “Hold me, please?” 

“‘Course.” 

Bucky rests his chin on your head and wraps his arms around you.

“You’re warm,” you mumble into his chest causing him to chuckle softly, “I’m glad you're here, Bucky.”

“I’m glad I’m here too, Doll.”

[hcrringtonshair]

Sweet as sugar

Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sarah Wilson is your best friend and she’s inviting you for dinner.

Word Count: 2048

Warnings: a few swearing words, alcohol consumption and fluff

A/n: Thank you sm for requesting this @buckybarnes101 !! I had so much fun writing this and I kinda got lost in it so it’s pretty long but I couldn’t stop myself 😁 Anyways, I really hope you like it!

Sorry for any grammatical errors, I don’t have a beta reader and I’m not a native english speaker.

Masterlist

(Gif credit goes to @emraanhashmi)

Dinner tonight at my place? The boys are asking for you like every 5 minutes and I want to see my best friend

With a big grin you looked at your phone reading the message from your best friend Sarah.

You checked the time, 4 pm.

Sure! Can’t wait to see you all again 😍 I’ll be there at 7? Oh and is Sam back home?

Your hand landed with a clap on your forehead, why did you ask this? But it was too late to delete it because Sarah already saw it.

You were best friends since college, and she knew about your secret crush on Sam all over the years.

But since he was off to be an avenger and safe the world you had given up any hopes and went into dating again. Not that successful but at least you tried.

We can’t wait either ☺️ Fine I’ll prepare dinner soon and yes Sam is here!

A tickle went through your stomach, and you couldn’t help but to smile, rereading the message before you jumped off your seat.

One of your colleagues looked up from the other side of the desk.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Uh.. Important stuff.”

You waved with the phone, grabbing your bag and jacket.

“I worked last Tuesday 3 hours longer. So leaving one hour earlier today will be no problem. Bye!”

After you rushed home, you realized you had no plan what to wear. Normally you showed up at Sarah’s in comfy clothes but today was different. Full of excitement you started to empty the wardrobe, looking for something special.

6:13 pm. Shit you would be there too late… As always.

You nearly stomped over a bunch of clothing that laid on the floor by heading to the door.

Only 10 minutes too late you arrived at the house, Sarah waved from the kitchen window as the door opened and two boys ran to you.

“Aunt y/n”

The two hugged you when you barely left the car, making one step back because of them rushing onto you.

“Hey boys.”

Smiling you put your arms around both of them.

“C’mon we have to show you our new video game!”

They both start running towards the house as you follow them slowly.

“They’re even louder than I remember.”

You laughed as you entered the kitchen, greeting Sarah with a hug, giving her a bottle of wine you bought in the city before.

“That’s because they have an uncle who encourages them, isn’t it like that Sam?”

For a moment you froze before turning around, following the view of Sarah to look at her brother who leans at the door frame.

Arms crossed on his chest, the tight sweater showing off every muscle on his broad arms.

His eyes wander down your body for a moment before they locked with yours again and a little smirk appeared on his lips.

The smirk that you loved so much and makes your heartbeat racing up.

“That’s absolutely right.”

He pushed himself off the frame, making his way to you.

“Long time no see sugar.”

You frown by him calling you sugar, not able to reply directly.

“World’s safe then I guess.”

When his arms wrapped around your body for a moment you held your breath.

You smelled his cologne, a mix of vanilla and cedar wood.

“Safer than ever.”

Before you could react he stepped back, noticing his hands brushing over your hips while letting go.

Automatically a bright smile showed up on your face, you looked at each other, and you didn’t notice the silence in the room before Sarah coughed giggling behind you.

“Sam would you mind to go and tell the boys they have to quit playing. Mr Liu is going to pick them up in 5 minutes.”

Not without winking at you Sam left the kitchen, you hear him laughing in the living room as you turn around.

“So what was that?”

Sarah handed you a glass of wine grinning knowingly, you both toasted.

“What?”

Making an innocent face after taking a few sips of the alcohol.

“This between you and him. I could literally feel the tension. And don’t lie to me, I know that you have a crush on him ever since I introduced you to each other.”

With every word you recognize your cheeks heat up and panic builds up in your stomach as you heard footsteps in your direction while she was speaking.

“Mr Liu is here.”

Sam’s face looked into the room, the boys rushing in to give their mother and you a short hug before leaving again followed by Sam.

When the door closed you breathed out heavy.

“There was no tension. We just haven't seen each other for a long time.”

You shrugged and saw through the window how Sam was saying goodbye to his nephews.

“Of course y/n. Next time tell me something I really could believe.”

Playfully you slapped Sarah’s shoulder and you both started laughing.

“Dinner is ready soon. C’mon let’s sit down outside.”

“Wow I nearly forgot how beautiful it is here.”

Astonished by the view of the last sun shining glittering on the calm water and the trees slowly waving in the warm breeze you made yourself comfortable on the bench on the veranda.

“If you would visit us more often you wouldn’t say that.”

Sam companies the two of you by sitting down next to you.

From the corner of your eyes you saw him casually resting his arm behind you.

You gave Sarah a haunting look which she answered with a giggle.

Her eyes switched from you to her brother and for a moment she stayed on him.

Since Sam sat down, your body had cramped, and you concentrated to act normal by emptying the glass of wine in one.

“Wow, slow it down, sugar. We don’t want you to be drunk before dessert.”

His giggling sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but to let out a nervous laughter.

“I’m honored that you care but don’t worry. I still have to drive home.”

You hadn’t noticed that Sarah left while you had spoken to Sam, so you turn around a bit, casually crossing your legs and resting hands folded on the upper thigh.

“Then I’ll give you more wine.”

His arm shoots around you to the table on your left to grab the bottle of wine, “More wine, less leaving.”

“Oh shit. Sorry guys, I forgot about Mrs Benoit’s Gutter. I promised her to fix it today.”

Sarah rushed out of the house down the staircase and you both flinched by the sudden interruption.

“But I already fixed it earlier this morning!”

Sam shouted at her when she headed to the car.

She waved with her hand, “She said it’s broken again! Dinner is ready, start eating without me, I’ll be back asap.”

Speechless you stared at your best friend, who was giving you a wink through the car window before driving away.

Seconds of silence let you inspect the fine fabric of your blouse.

“So then. Let’s go eating.”

You looked up, watching Sam going back on his feet reaching out for your hand.

For a brief moment you stare at his hand, feeling again your cheeks heating up before taking it timidly.

Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, it pounded so fast that you thought it would spring out of your rib cage every second.

The fact that Sarah already prepared the table with only two plates didn’t help.

“Damn it Sarah.”

You murmured as you sat down, Sam on the opposite laughed, his eyes shining in the dimmed light.

“I’m pretty sure that the gutter is fixed.”

“So am I. And I’m convinced that she will not be back soon.”

He opens up a beer and silently you both put some food on your plates.

“She was also bold enough to light candles. Didn’t know her romantic side until then.”

Sam laughed again at your words, nearly knocking over his beer can.

“She can be. Did you know how much she loved Dirty Dancing when we were younger? Or Titanic, god how many handkerchiefs were necessary for her tears.”

“Sounds familiar.”

Without looking at him you began to eat, grinning at the thought of a younger Sam who helps Sarah calm down after the death of Jack.

“Wait, don’t tell me that your most favorite movie of all time is Titanic.”

His eyes showed surprise and a bit of shock and you laughed again when his left hand wandered up to his chest, resting it where the heart is.

“No way! But I won’t lie when I say that I’ve cried when Rose realized that Jack is dead. It is an emotional scene and I will never not cry while watching this.”

You paused for taking the wine glass up to your lips, noticing that Sam was following your movements with his eyes.

You giggled into the glass, raising eyebrows which leads him to speak.

“I forgot how good you’re looking. No let me speak out.”

He raised one hand to stop you from speaking up.

“You’re really beautiful y/n. Sweet as sugar.”

He gave you a wink, his hand randomly brushing over yours as you both wanted to grab a spoon.

“Thank you.”

In your head you slapped yourself for that dumb answer, but it was impossible to make one right thought in your head since Sarah had left.

After dinner and three more glasses of wine you’d become more confident and put all your thoughts aside.

“So what next? I’m not ready to leave.”

“Maybe we should use the time, even though I don’t think that my sister will be here soon.”

He made a gesture to show you to follow him.

“We could watch a movie.”

He looked at a small shelf, left to the TV and you accompanied him, your eyes flying over the titles on the DVD boxes.

“What about that?”

You groan as he held Titanic in his hands, grinning down at you and wiggling with his eyebrows.

“No way unless you want to make me cry.”

“Maybe it’s just an excuse to hold you.”

The innocent glare he gave you before inspecting the cover of the box let your hands shake.

“You don’t need an excuse for that.”

Mumbling you choose another box holding it up so that he could read it.

“Sounds like an offer. Go make yourself comfortable, I’ll handle this.”

He took the box, and you made your way to the couch in front of the TV.

It wasn’t possible to concentrate yourself on Bad Boys II.

Soon as he sat down beside you, he had wrapped one arm around your shoulders and pushed you against his chest.

Immediately you had lied down your head on it which caused him to giggle lightly.

The alcohol had made your head go dizzy, and soon you felt how your eyelids become heavy.

“You’re sure you want to drive home? You can stay here, or I can bring you.”

His voice was close to your ear, and you flinched, you must have been asleep for a short moment.

“Oh no you don’t have to. I’m fine and besides, how will you come home then?”

“Then we’ll take my car, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow. But you can just stay here. We have a free room.”

With a big yawn you sit up, stretching out your arms before falling back against him.

“You know what. I’ll stay here. But you can pick me up from work tomorrow anyways.”

The blood shoots into your face as you heard yourself speaking, embarrassed you looked up to see him smile.

You stayed like this for a couple of seconds, his hands wandering up and down your back.

“You know what I can also do?”

“You could kiss me.”

You had spoken out loud your thoughts before you had really thought about it.

And he did, pressing down his lips onto yours and caused you to hold your breath for a moment.

The kiss was slow, his smooth lips moved perfectly against yours, and you couldn’t help but to grab his shoulders and push yourself closer to him.

“Sarah should leave us alone more often then.”

[apocalypseornaw]

One Condition

For the square "Friends to lovers" on @girl-next-door-writes make me feel bingo

Side note Bobby is alive in this cause screw canon

No real warnings besides cursing and lots of fluff

First meeting

You had just thrown your bags into the trunk of your nova when your cell phone started ringing. You cursed under your breath and ran to the front seat to grab it. You barely glanced at the screen but recognized the number instantly.

You answered with a smile on your face “Bobby! How are you doing?” You could hear other voices in the background but that wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence.

Bobby was pretty much one of the few people that tried to coordinate the efforts of hunters and offered a place to crash and or get patched up to those he was close with. “As good as I ever am sweetheart. Look I got some boys here that are hunting a witch and since you’re a bit more attuned with that type of thing from everything your uncle taught you I was wondering if you could lend them a hand” You didn’t even think about it before you said “Of course. I’m about three hours from you but I’ll head that way” if Bobby was asking you to work with them they could be trusted. You heard him call someone in the background an idjit before he told you to drive safe and hung up.

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“You think this chick can handle a witch better than me and Sam Bobby?” Dean was a bit skeptical about Bobby calling in another hunter to back them up. “Son, her uncle raised her and he was a witch. She didn’t pick up a lot from him but she knows enough to spot the signs and had a few defensive maneuvers up her sleeve. Give her a chance, I’ve known her for years and she’s just as good a hunter as either of you”

The sound of an engine pulling up drew their attention. Sam stepped around the corner from the kitchen with a bottle of water in his hand and motioned to the door “That her?” Bobby tilted his head slightly and listened for a moment before nodding “Yeah that’s her nova” 

Dean and Sam both followed Bobby out to the porch. You parked just behind the impala and killed your engine before climbing out your car. Bobby walked down the steps to greet you and a smile slipped onto your face the moment you saw him “Bobby!” you hugged him and he did his usual checklist to ensure your last hunt was successful and you hadn’t had no recent injuries before finally turning his attention back to the two standing on the porch watching the two of you greet each other “These the boys I told you about” he started so Sam of course stepped up first and extended his hand “I’m Sam. That’s my older brother Dean” you shook Sam’s hand with a smile “Name’s Y/N”

Dean nodded at you but you could see how skeptic he was about working with you. “Hold on..Sam and Dean? John’s sons” Dean nodded again so you turned back to Bobby not meaning to talk about the Winchesters in front of them but needing to ask “I thought they didn’t really work with other hunters? Did they change their policy since their dad died?”

Dean cleared his throat so you looked back at him. He gave you a smile that was much more sarcasm than friendly “Sweetheart we can answer questions for ourselves.” You laughed sharply before replying “My name isn’t sweetheart darling and I was just making sure the two of you had worked up to the point of playing well with others. I see your brother has manners but from where I’m standing I ain’t too impressed with yours”

You brushed past Dean into the house so he begrudgingly followed you. Bobby whispered to Sam “Either they’ll work well together or the witch will be distracted enough by their fighting you should be able to kill her easy enough”

Friends?

“Can I ask you one thing sweetheart” Dean spoke from the other side of the motel room and you cut your eyes up with a raised eyebrow “What?” He motioned to where you were currently painting your nails “I mean what I’m about to say in the least offensive way possible”

“Not a good way to start a conversation with a woman who is armed and can kick your ass but do please continue” you replied and he laughed before holding his hands up defensively “It’s just..you’re a hunter and one of the best I know. You’re pretty badass in my opinion but you always have your nails painted and yeah it’s normally a dark color but I was just curious as to why”

You let a sly grin slip onto your face as you closed the nail polish and placed it back into your bag “It comes in handy” “How so?” he asked so you shot him a wink “You’ll see”

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Later that night you and the boys headed back to the motel to catch a little sleep before parting ways the next morning. Dean stopped you just outside your room door “C’mon Y/N tell me how you knew who the shifter was” you stopped and leaned back against the doorframe glancing over where Sam was watching you and his older brother with an amused smile.

You held up one hand and wiggled your fingers. Dean looked confused for a moment then realization flashed across his face “Does your nail polish have silver in it?” You grinned “Silver infused basecoat and that my dear is why my nails are always painted” 

He nodded approvingly “Smart and yet again proves my point of why you’re one of the best hunters I know” you touched the tender spot on your side when the shifter had thrown you into a wall and probably would’ve went for a killing blow had Dean not been there “You’re not so bad yourself Dean, in fact I would say you’ve finally learned how to play well with others” Sam laughed but Dean simply grinned “Only took a few years of knowing you huh?”

“What can I say? I’m a miracle worker even with seemingly lost causes” he shook his head with a light laugh “Goodnight Y/N” “Night Dean,Night Sam” after Sam wished you a goodnight you walked into your room and shut the door behind yourself. Who would’ve thought all those years before when you first met the brothers that they’d end up being your two closest friends?

Maybe more?

Dean stopped in his tracks when he walked into Bobby’s living room and saw you curled up on the couch fast asleep. You had grabbed his discarded jacket from the arm of the couch and was using it as a pillow. A small smile slipped onto his face at seeing you were finally resting so he grabbed one of the blankets Bobby kept in the hall closet to spread across your legs. You moved slightly in your sleep and for just a moment he worried he may have woken you up but you were simply burrowing further into his jacket and the blanket.

He walked quietly back into the kitchen and sat down at the table across from Bobby “She doing ok?” Bobby asked, nodding back towards you.  “Yeah she’s finally asleep. I’ve been worried about her these last few days” in truth you had done something incredibly stupid while also simultaneously brave.

You, him and Sam had gone up against a coven and you’d taken the brunt of a spell protecting him without even knowing what the spell could do. He had felt an ice cold jolt of fear when you’d gone down. He was afraid when he made it to your side that you’d be gone. Thankfully you were stronger than given credit by the witches. They’d gotten you into the impala and Dean hadn’t come under ninety getting you to Bobby’s.

Bobby being well Bobby had an antidote waiting but apparently it’d take a few days to get your system back right after the shock of the spell. The last week and a half you’d gone through shivering spells hard enough you’d cracked a tooth only to spike a fever the next moment.

You hadn’t kept much to eat down and sleep had been out of the question completely. You’d been in and out of it and Dean hadn’t left your side for a second even refusing to go into town if anything was needed. That’s where Sam currently was.

“You care about her don’t you?” Bobby asked, forcing Dean out of his thoughts about you. “What? Of course I do, she’s my friend” Bobby sighed in frustration with the younger man who was like a son to him and just as stubborn “Dean that’s not what I meant” that made Dean really stop to consider what Bobby was saying. Did he have romantic feelings for you?

When was the last time he’d sought another woman? It just seemed natural to spend time with you after a hunt or just crash. When he needed to talk to someone he’d call you if the two of you weren’t around each other. He always looked forward to seeing a smile on your face and when it was because of him? There wasn’t a better feeling. You’d become such an important part of his life over the years he hadn’t even realized it.

When you’d gotten hurt this time and he faced the very real possibility of losing you it had just confirmed what he’d already known deep down. You were who he wanted in his life. You were the most amazing woman he’d ever met, you kept him on his toes and made him strive to be a better man every day although you never missed an opportunity to tell him just how good of a man he already was. “Bobby..” he started but was silenced with a look “Don’t tell me son. Save it for when Y/N wakes up then you two need to have a talk”

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When you slowly started to wake up you felt like you’d been hit by a bus. Christ what had happened? Everything was a little foggy. You caught a whiff of gunpowder,leather and cinnamon and memories started flooding back. Dean. That damn witch had thrown a spell at him!

You sat up quickly only for a wave of dizziness to push you back down. You then realized your pillow had in fact been Dean’s jacket. Where was he? Was he ok? “Dean?” you called weakly calming slighty when you recognized your surroundings as Bobby’s living room.

You heard footsteps and looked up to see him walking into the room with a worried smile “You’re awake” you nodded slowly being careful to not cause another wave to push you back under and started to sit up much more carefully this time. He stepped forward to help you then sat down next to you so you leaned your head over on his shoulder with your legs curled up under you while you turned to face him on the couch. 

“Are you ok?” you asked, voice slightly muffled due to the fact that your face was buried in his shirt. He laughed slightly which caused you to pull back enough to look at him “Why are you laughing at me?” he raised one hand to gently cup the side of your face “You’re asking if I’m ok while you’ve spent the last week and a half going through everything this side of torture because you decided it was best to shove me out the way and take that blast for yourself” you grimaced slightly “Well at least we’re both alive”

You realized he was still holding your face and probably would’ve been embarrassed had you not been fighting the urge to curl up against his chest and go back to sleep. “Why?” he asked and you were confused for a moment before you realized he was asking why you’d saved him. “Because whether you believe it or not Dean you’re worth saving time and again” he smiled slightly and opened his mouth to talk but you raised a hand before he could “Wait let me get this out while you feel bad and may not make fun of me later if it backfires I can blame it on the after effects”

You might as well confess your feelings now considering you’d nearly died for him. When he nodded you took a deep breath then said “Dean I’ve had feelings for you for a while. I couldn’t very well just let you die. It was worth the risk” “Can I speak now?” he asked with a slight smile so you nodded. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before saying “I feel the same way about you. When you’re better I want to take you on an actual date, ya know actually romance you but for now thank you and please don’t ever scare me like that again”

You smiled slightly then said “On one condition” “Which is?” he asked so you motioned to his chest “Can I go back to sleep on you?” He laughed and pulled you into his lap “For as long as you want”

 @girl-next-door-writes

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Today Was A Fairytale - Bucky Barnes x OFC Amelia Knight

A/N: Based on the song Today Was A Fairytale by @taylorswift​, which you can find right here. So the song won’t actually come into play until Amelia and Bucky go on a date so I’ll leave a little :) or something so y’all know when the song begins!  This idea came to me when I was driving home from work at 11:00 at night and I was singing along and it just hit me; Bucky and this song are just PERFECT! I’m all about 1940s!Bucky so why not write about him?

2nd A/N: I did some digging and found out it took me 9 months to complete this one. This was my baby for so long so I hope y’all enjoy!

Plot:  Amelia Knight meets James “Bucky” Barnes early in 1943. Amelia had gone out for a night on the town with some of her closest friends from high school when she met him. He was charming, sweet and every girl had wanted to date him, but her. Things had started to change though when Amelia agreed to spend some time with Bucky alone and away from their friends. Suddenly, the only thing on Amelia’s mind was him; it was like he took over all her senses. How will Amelia react when the news of a Great War is spread around, encouraging young men all around Brooklyn to enlist, including Bucky? 

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the rights to ANY of the songs I write stories on. All credit goes to Taylor Swift, especially with how hard she’s worked to own her own music. 

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, mentions of war, 1940s!Bucky, mentions of Steve

Word Count: 4,079

Masterlist of all Masterlists | Marvel Masterlist 

**Lyrics are in italics

“And the War rages on as the US continues to aid the Allies in the fight against Hitler and his men. Yes, the War needs all the help it can get to help stop the Nazi plans from taking over the rest of the world and we need YOUR help! All you young men are encouraged to enlist and help Uncle Sam from defeating the Axis Power!” Another propaganda advertisement stated before the new film you and your friends were going to see. 

“It’ll be so nice when this War is over and all those men can come back home to their waiting wives and potential wives,” Your friend, Catherine had said, pondering about what it would be like to have a husband. 

“Oh my Cat, it certainly sounds like you can’t wait for the War to be over so those men can come home safely because that’s more important, right?” Your other friend, Emily says, trying to get the real reason everyone will be glad when the War ends. 

“Yes, of course, that too,” Catherine adds on, just not as enthused as before. 

You roll your eyes at your friends, always knowing how to push one another's buttons but there wasn’t a thing you would change about them. You three had met in sophomore year of high school and had been inseparable ever since. It’s been five years since graduation and life has been pretty chaotic. Suddenly, you all started being treated like adults. More and more pressure of household chores got put on you and the ever-challenging find yourself a suitable man to marry. However, most men in Brooklyn in 1943 had been shipped off overseas to fight in the War. So your options were pretty slim, either they were too old or way too immature. You were twenty-three years old for goodness sake! You need to be with a man, not a little boy! Which, you were discovering, was a hard thing to ask for because men don’t mature as quickly as women do. 

Right before the movie started, a couple of young men had been pushing their way past other patrons to find a seat a few rows ahead of your group. One young man in particular immediately caught your eye. He was fairly tall but not too tall like most men are, he was dressed in a simple button-up shirt that left the top button open and a simple pair of slacks but what made you take notice of him was his eyes that held onto yours for the longest time. A small smirk graced his lips as he looked at you, and you couldn’t stop the heat that was rising in your cheeks. He sat down with his friend as the theater grew darker indicating the film was starting. With the movie progressing, you couldn’t help your eyes as they would flutter down to where he was sitting. He was diagonal to you so it was easy for him to look to the side and lock eyes with you. He held contact for a few seconds, then turned back to look at the screen; this game lasted the length of the movie. As the credits rolled and the room lit back up, he rose to his feet and looked at you once more. Then, without a word, he was approaching you but you couldn’t move. It was one thing playing a game with a guy, flirting with him from a distance, but having him come over and talk to you, was a different story. 

“Hi,” he said when he came closer to you. He was kneeling on a chair in the row in front of you, all your friends stopping in their tracks off to the side to watch you. 

“Hi,” you said back, smiling softly at him before he returned the grin.

“I couldn’t help but have taken notice of you and I wanted to tell you, you’re the most beautiful gal this city has ever seen,” he said, his voice smooth like butter. 

Your cheeks turned red once more at his compliment so you turned away from his wandering eyes, thanking him anyways.

“I know I don’t really know you but I was wondering if maybe you would be interested in accompanying me on a date?” He asks, slightly turning his head to one side, much like a dog would do. 

In the last few weeks, you told all your friends that you would start living more spontaneously so you thought why not start now?

“You know what? I think that might be fun. You’re pretty darn cute so, why the hell not?” You ask, smiling bigger as he returned the same smile to you. 

“Really? That-that’s great,” he says, sounding surprised that you even considered it. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Amelia, Amelia Knight, but my friends call me Amy,” you say, extending your hand to the young man. 

“James Barnes, my friends call me Bucky,” he says, shaking your hand in return. 

“Here,” you say, reaching into your bag and pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, writing your number down quickly. “Give me a call sometime.”

He watches as you turn to leave, his eyes never leaving your rear as you leave the auditorium. Bucky looks at the number and smiles before stuffing it in his shirt pocket before he joins his friend, Steve, and they both leave.

“So, you got that girl’s number, huh?” Steve asks when Bucky is at his side. 

“Yup, her name’s Amelia or Amy. She seems to be a real doll.” 

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“Today was a fairytale, you were the prince, I used to be a damsel in distress, you took me by the hand, and you picked me up at six, today was a fairytale, today was a fairytale.”

Bucky had called you that night and arranged for you two to go to dinner at a local restaurant. He also told you to wear something a little less fancy for the second half of the date but wouldn’t tell you what he had planned. 

Catherine and Emily both agreed to help you prepare for your date. Both girls admitted they had been jealous of how handsome he was but they were excited for you nonetheless. 

“Oh Amy, this is going to be something else! Bucky Barnes is one of Brooklyn’s most eligible bachelors! In fact, he just enlisted to join our boys overseas!”

Catherine said, the words slipping out of her mouth before she could even stop herself. 

“Wait, Bucky enlisted? When? How do you know?” You question your heart-breaking thinking that your date could die in the War if he wasn’t careful, just as you two started getting close. 

“I’m not sure, I ran into his friend Steve at the store and he recognized me from that night, told me Bucky was excited about your date but felt bad he was limited on time before he gets shipped out,” Catherine says. 

“Oh,” was all you could muster up. 

“Amy, we-we’re so sorry. Do you not want to go on your date tonight?” Emily asks you, knowing you didn’t want to get involved with an Army man. Only because you didn’t know if he would come home and you couldn’t handle the stress of not knowing if he was alive or not.

You shake your head; you made a commitment. “No it’s fine, I-I still want to go out with him, I just don't know what to do with him leaving. It’s going to be hard to allow myself to get close to him knowing he’s going to be gone soon.”  

Without another word, your friends helped you get ready for your date with Bucky. Although you were beyond excited, you couldn’t help but the painful pull on your heart that reminded you that he was leaving in a few weeks. This War was nothing like you ever heard of before. You were around yet to witness the first one but this? You wouldn’t wish your worst enemy to be set over there and now the man you are interested in is being sent out there? 

“Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress, you wore a dark gray t-shirt, you told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess, today was a fairytale.”

The girls were finally finished with your look and once you gave your seal of approval, it was right when Bucky said he would pick you up. You were impressed with his punctuality and gave him a few points for that alone. 

“Hiya doll,” he said when you opened the door to find him wearing a dark gray t-shirt and jeans. His hair was slicked back and an unlit cigarette hung from his lips. His hands were buried deep down in his pockets until he saw you. “Ready to go?” He asks, extending his hand for you to take. Your friends smiled as they watched you and Bucky walk down to his car before you turned and asked him a question. 

“Hey, Buck? Do you smoke?” You asked, immediately being turned off by the sight of it; you hated cigarettes. 

“Oh, this?” He says, pulling the stick out from his teeth. “No, this isn’t even real, it’s just a prop. Steve suggested I show up with this in my mouth because it was supposed to “look cool” but it doesn't seem like you like it.” He said.  

“I hate smoking. It’s a nasty habit that only lowlifes do. And by the looks of your car, Mister, you are no lowlife.” You say looking at his Cadillac Convertible that sat waiting for you. It was red and had the top down; it was beautiful. Bucky went over to the front passenger side and opened the door for you to get in. 

“Thank you,” you say, sitting in the seat before Bucky shut the door behind you and quickly made his way to the driver’s side. 

“You look pretty tonight by the way,” he says as he starts the engine and the vehicle shakes from starting. 

“Oh, this old thing?” You ask, motioning to your dress. “I’ve had it for a while now and just kind of threw it together. I think I look like a bit of a mess. The girls had a difficult time with my hair and eventually they just gave up.” You shrug your shoulders but Bucky smiles at you. 

“That’s not possible Darlin,’ you are beautiful,” he compliments and your heart rate increases with his words. 

“Well thank you. You sure know how to sweet talk,” you say as Bucky just laughs. 

“So I’ve been told,” he answers, eyes darting over to you quickly before he looked back to the road. 

“Where are you taking me, Buck?” You ask. 

“Well, now I can’t tell you that now can I, doll? It’ll ruin the surprise,” he says. 

“How do you know I like surprises?” You question him back. 

“Please, everyone likes surprises Amy; trust me.” 

“Time slows down, whenever you're around, can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me, fell in love when I saw you standing there, it must have been the way, today was a fairytale it must have been the way, today was a fairytale.”

When the vehicle finally came to the stop, there was a small fair set up on a pier that overlooked the ocean. The waves lapped the ends of the pier that held it in the water, the sound making you feel sleepy. But the excitement you heard from the other participants of the fair, made your pulse quicken and whatever tiredness you felt, fell at bay.

“Oh wow, Bucky, this seems like such fun!” You say, looking over to the man next to you. 

“I thought you’d say that,” he says, winking at you. “So, where do you want to start, doll?” He asks you after you purchased the tickets. 

“Win me a stuffed animal?” You ask, looking at a ring toss that didn’t seem too busy. 

“You got it, Darlin,’” He says, taking your hand in his and walking over to the ring toss. 

You stand to his right, watching him concentrate on the game; it was adorable. The first couple of tosses had been a failure but soon, he found his momentum and was able to successfully land three rings in a row to win you the biggest stuffed animal your heart desired. Choosing the cutest and fluffiest dog they had and he was all yours. 

“Thanks, Buck!” You say when he hands you the dog and squeezes it close to your chest. 

“You’re welcome! Whatcha going to name him?” He asks, looking over at you fondly. 

“I was thinking Buck,” you say with a small grin appearing on your lips, afraid of how he might react to naming a stuffed animal after him. 

“It’s perfect,” he smiles back at you and you feel your heart rate increase for the second time that night. 

You two slowly walked around the fair, taking in all the sights and smells of the entertainment before you as you chose a booth to grab some food. Sharing whatever you ordered, you keep the conversation at a steady pace, really enjoying one another’s company. You continued to walk around before choosing some more rides. When you were with Bucky, it felt like time had just slowed down and almost melted around you. The only thing that mattered was you and him at that very moment. Something about the way he stood before you, shoulders back, chest puffed out, holding your hands in his, he seemed so confident and you were all the more attracted to him. 

Before you knew it, the evening had come to an end. Bucky had walked you to his car and drove you home, the whole way holding your hand in his in the center console. Arriving out front of your apartment, he killed the ignition and just sat in silence for some time. You didn’t know if you should speak or allow the silence to linger for a while but he finally decided to speak up.

“Amy, there’s something I need to tell you,” he says, turning in his seat to fully face you. You turn in your seat to fully face him but the look on your face made it difficult for him to tell you, so he grabs ahold of the side of your face and slowly pulls you in for a kiss. It was over just as fast as it started but somehow made your head spin nonetheless. 

“I had a really great time with you tonight and I can’t wait until our next date,” he says, when you both separate from each other. 

“I did too, Buck. Thank you,” you say, leaning over to hug him and kiss his cheek before darting out the door and up to your apartment. Before entering the building, you shoot him a quick wave, which he returns, and then you make your way inside. 

“Today was a fairytale, you've got a smile, takes me to another planet, every move you make everything you say is right, today was a fairytale. Today was a fairytale, all that I can say is now it's getting so much clearer, nothing made sense 'til the time I saw your face, today was a fairytale.”

                                                                              Bucky’s POV

It had been a week since I took Amy out on our first date. I won’t lie, it was one of the greatest nights of my life yet I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I wasn’t comfortable with keeping the enlistment from her and I knew I was going to have to tell her eventually but she is too sweet to have to do that to her. I didn’t want to hurt her yet I didn’t want to hide the truth from her; I was conflicted. As the weeks went on, I was continuing my training with the Army but still had yet to find the right time or way to tell Amy what was going on. That was until she figured it out on her own. 

“B-Bucky? What’s going on?” She said when she walked through the backyard of my parents' house where a party was being thrown for me before I was to ship off two days later. 

“Amy, I-I can explain,” I say, looking at the girl in front of me who had the saddest look on her face. She ran off from the backyard so I followed her away from the watchful eyes of everyone else. 

“What was that about?” I had overheard my Mom say to Steve before I took off after Amy. 

“He hasn’t told her he was leaving for the war.” 

“Amy, wait!” I yell, jogging to try and keep up with her. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going off to war? How could you keep this from me?” She suddenly spun around and looked at me with a look of hurt mixed with anger. 

“I know, I should’ve told you sooner, but we had just met and everything was going so well and I didn’t want to ruin anything with the news I was inevitably going to be leaving,” I explained the truest reason for why I did what I did.

“You still should’ve told me, especially earlier than two days before you ship out,” she said, tears falling from her eyes freely. 

“I know doll, I should’ve. I have no excuses. I just didn’t want to hurt you,” I answered. 

“It’s not your fault you got drafted,” she said and I felt even worse by what I was doing. 

“No doll, I enlisted to go.”

“What? Did you choose to go over there? Why?” She sounded so hurt and scared that I wanted to help fight. 

“Because I am of able mind and body to go and they really need help.” I tread lightly with my explanation without adding more fuel to her fire of being upset with me. But she surprised me when she nodded her head and walked to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and holding me close. I was surprised by her actions but I hugged her back, inhaling her scent of blueberries and basil. 

“Please, come home safe,” she whispered right into my shoulder. 

“I will doll, only for you,” I said, cherishing the feeling of her in my arms. I pulled away to look at her, seeing a few tears that had fallen from her eyes, so I pepper her face with the softest kisses I could before I left one last lingering kiss. 

“I love you,” she told me for the first time and in the deepest part of my heart, I knew I loved her too. 

“I love you too, I’ll see you soon,” I say, giving her one last hug before she leaves my house and walks back to her own. I didn’t know when I was going to see her again but I knew damn sure I was going to fight as hard as I could to make sure I would come home to her in one piece. 

                                         *Eight Months Later*

                                              Amy’s POV

“Time slows down, whenever you're around, yeah, but can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me, fell in love when I saw you standing there, it must have been the way, today was a fairytale, it must have been the way, today was a fairytale.”

The last eight months have been agonizing without Bucky. Not a day goes by that I don’t worry about him but I finally got a letter from him saying he got word he could go home. But I’m not sure why after eight months he is coming home; I knew it was going to be okay. I grabbed a bag and began placing some of his stuff around the house that I had of his. Playing some soft music on the turntable, I dusted the room and made a pot of spaghetti on the stove that I knew he would love. I lit some candles, just to try and get some good smells in the house. I waited for Bucky to come in the door but a few minutes turned into a few hours and my worry only set in. When I finally got concerned enough, I picked up the phone and spun the numbers around to dial the nearest hospital.

“A Bucky Barnes please?” You asked when the line picked up. 

“I’m sorry I don’t see a Bucky Barnes,” the receptionist informed you. 

“Oh, sorry, how about a James Barnes, date of birth 3/10/1917?” You asked. 

“Oh, yes, I see him. He is here at Parkhouse, room 425. Visiting hours are from 9 am to 5 pm.” 

You sigh in relief but your heart continues to race because now Bucky is in the hospital. 

“Thank you,” you say, hanging up the phone. Panic still sitting in, you get in your car and drive off to the hospital. When you get there, you barely have the chance to park the car and rush off to the front of the building. Jumping in the elevator and having them take you up to the fourth floor, you get off and dart around the hallways, trying to find where the room was. As soon as you find the room, you slowly open the door and see him lying there. He seems to be injured, a bandage wrapped around half his body, and monitors were hooked up to him. 

“Buck?” You whisper as you close the distance between the door and the bed. 

“Amy?” He says over a raspy whisper, trying to get his voice strong enough. 

“Oh, Bucky,” you say rushing over to his side. 

“Hey doll,” he says in a gruff, small voice. He moves in the bed, getting in a different position and you know it hurts him because you can see wince in pain. 

“You okay?” You ask, your voice small and your vision blurry from tears that began to spill over from your eyes. 

“Hey, don’t cry; I’m not going anywhere. Have to stick around to protect my girl,” he says, cracking just the smallest smile he could muster out. 

You smile back at him and slowly crawl into the tiny hospital bed with him. You knew the shift was painful but when you hesitated to get closer, he brought his hand to your shoulder and gave you a puppy-dog look; how could you leave? When you positioned yourself next to him, he took one hand and ran it through your hair, the feeling of him breathing left goosebumps on your skin. The two of you laid like that, talking, kissing, just being present, until the nurse came to his room and told you it was already time to go home. 

“Hey Doll?” He asked, stopping you from leaving. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“No.” You answered, making him frown until you finished your response. “Because I’m staying.” 

“But…” He trailed off when he saw you leave the room. He had to wait and stare at the door, wondering what you were up to. It drove him crazy not knowing what trick you had up your sleeve, but he trusted you. He knew if you said you were going to be back, you’d be back. The nurse came back to check on him, looking at his vitals and making sure he had everything he needed before she left for the night and another nurse came on shift. 

Not that he had anywhere else to go, he was completely dependent on the wires that were attached to him but he grew more anxious about your return. Finally, about a good twenty minutes went by and you were jimmying the lock with a bobby pin. The door swung open, revealing you in your pajamas and hugging a teddy bear close, and if he didn’t love you before, he was sure his heart swelled and he loved you more than he ever could’ve imagined loving anyone else. He was home from the War and although he was going to be stuck in this hospital bed for who knows how long, with you by his side, he was going to get through it, because with you, it felt like you were living in a fairytale and that was where you wanted to stay; together in a fairytale. 

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Swept Off Your Feet-Bucky Barnes x Reader

(GIF credit to @photografya​)

Tags: @amirahiddleston​ @bloodorangemoonlight​

Requested by @husherstan: heyaaa, can you write a one w sam or bucky where the reader is taking classes of dance with nat and wanda. When they have to go with a partner she don't know who invite and the boys are trying to catch her attention dancing around her or something like that. Fluff and smut in the end (just if you feel comfortable)

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Fighting, fluff

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I eyed the dancing instructors up and down, wondering if this was Nat’s idea of a practical joke. She said in order to be prepared for all types of missions, my dance technique would have to be top notch, especially if I were to attend some upper class party and either catch the eye of my target or blend in. I knew various steps, though apparently there was much more I had to learn before I was ready.

“Come on, you’re a natural already, this will be easy for you.” Nat reassured me as she slipped on her heels.

I was doing the same, making sure they were on securely.“If you say so. At least the guy is cute.”

Nat playfully rolled her eyes at me before we approached the instructors, one a woman, the other a man. They both had sharp features, stern looks plastered on their faces. 

“Natasha, it’s been a while.” the woman smiled, holding her hand out to me. She had a Russian accent, and I assumed she was an old friend of Nat’s.“I am Annika, and this is Alex. We taught Nat everything she knows.”

“About dancing?” I asked.

The three of them chuckled.“Let’s get started. I’d like to see what you already know (Y/N). May you perform a simple waltz step with Alex?”

I nodded, getting into position with Alex, nodding my head when I was ready. We steadily waltzed as Annika counted, not using all of the space in the studio but enough to show that I could add more flair if needed.

“Good,” Annika said,“now, try some tango steps.”

I was also fluent in this style, it was one of the basics. As Alex and I showcased what I knew, I was wondering if Nat under estimated me. These were basics dances, simple steps, I was expecting much pacier styles, more complicated movements. Though I supposed not a lot of people knew how to dance with a partner, I had only been on a select few missions that required this skill.

“Now Alex.” Annika called out suddenly, confusing me.

Before I could even wonder what she could possibly mean, Alex changed his footwork, tripping me up. As I started to fall, he grabbed me around my waist with both arms, flipping me on my back onto the floor, pouncing on me as if we were about to fight; and we were. I recognised these attacks, able to defend myself from his punches, catching on arm and using it to pull him towards me. I used my legs to push against his stomach, sending him flying over my head. We both quickly got onto our feet, arms raised in defence.

“She’s very good Nat. You were right, this is going to be fun.” Annika laughed, easing the tension. 

Alex smiled, losing his stature and approaching me with an outstretched hand.“Sorry, that was a very...forward introduction.” His accent was also Russian.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I shook it.“I’m very confused right now, what just happened?”

“I wasn’t fully honest with you (Y/N).” Nat started.“We are brushing up on our steps, but we’re also coordinating attacks into them, big and small. I know any of us could do it, but Annika has some amazing techniques.”

I grinned.“Why didn’t you say so in the first place? This is going to be so fun!” 

Annika nodded as she crossed her arms over her chest.“I like this one.”

We spent two hours every week with Annika and Alex, working on refreshing dance steps as well as incorporating fight moves. It was basically a dance class, but some movements were violent and would hurt your partner. Having Nat there was also helpful, she knew some of these movements and was able to demonstrate them. It didn’t take me long to pick them up, soon we were wearing evening gowns to practice in. It had been four weeks, and we had just returned from another lesson. My feet were sore, it was noticeable as I slowly walked into room, headed for the plush sofas.

“Uh oh, someone’s two left feet are on fire!” Sam teased as I collapsed next to him.

I retaliated by propping my legs onto his lap.“Take these off and I’ll let that slide.”

He chuckled but did as I asked.“How is the dancing coming along?”

“It’s very good actually. The instructor says I look like a professional.”

“So is ‘Dancing With The Stars’ on the table?”

I made a face at him, which only made him laugh more. He pushed my legs away, dangling my shoes in front of my face. I snatched them away, pouting at him until Bucky entered the room.

“What are you two squabbling about?” he said, sitting adjacent to me. 

“(Y/N) is headed to another career path. She’s a dancer now.” Sam answered before I could.

I huffed.“No, all I said was-”

"Ah, ah, ah, you just said that you look like a professional!" Sam raised a finger at me. 

"No, I said the instructor made that comment. It's like you don't even listen to me."

"I used to be good at dancing, back in the day." Bucky piped up. 

Sam and I looked at him, and I was genuinely interested."Oh, really?"

"Yeah. I remember one night there was this girl I had my eye on for an hour or two. She was shy, wouldn't let anyone take her for a dance. So, I approached her and somehow persuaded the girl to dance with me. We danced all night long, doing every step you could think of."

"Aw, Bucky that's really sweet. Do you remember her name?" 

He shook his head."No. But I remember the steps. Reckon I'm still just as good." 

I scoffed."You haven't lost your cockiness either."

"Come on (Y/N), it's not that hard." Sam said. 

"What? The dancing?" 

"Yeah. Both Bucky and I could dance circles around you." 

"Is that you challenging me? Because if it is," I turned my body to face him,"I want to discuss the terms of winning and losing before we shake on it." 

He chuckled."Alright. Let's think...Bucky and I will come along to your class, we'll be your partners. We all get three mistakes to make, whether that be a wrong foot, bad posture, anything of the sort. Whoever your instructor thinks is best is the winner." 

"What happens to the loser?" 

"They have to do the funky chicken dance all by themselves, in the middle of the dance floor, at the charity event in a few weeks."

Bucky huffed."That will be in front of the mayor."

I glanced over my shoulder at Bucky."Well, if you think you're going to lose, say so now. Save us all some broken toes from you two stepping on us."

Bucky smiled as he rolled his eyes."Fine. Let's do this."

We waited until next week's lesson to put our bet into action. I had filled in Natasha on what she missed, but she was just as determined as I was to win. It would be a breeze. Sure, Bucky had first hand experience of certain styles, especially since he grew up with the tracks and steps, but everything else was new. However, Sam was a tricky one. I had danced with him at parties and nights out, but anyone could do that after a few drinks. This was completely different. I couldn't imagine Sam doing any type of partner work, maybe a slow dance with a date, but it was limited. 

"Hope you've been practicing." Sam announced his presence, Bucky walking in behind him. 

"Oh, don't worry, we have." Nat smirked, winking at me when the guys weren't looking. 

"This is good." Annika said."It's time to put your practice into other partners. Alex here knows your every move." 

"Don't tell me you're that predictable ladies?" Sam teased. 

"Oh, I think you'll both be surprised." I smiled sarcastically, though they didn't pick up on that. 

Annika ordered who was with who. I was paired with Bucky, who didn't seem nervous like I thought he might be. Him being a reserved person, I had only ever seen him 'dance' twice at any gathering, and usually it was a simple bop or side step. Maybe his memory would serve him well, and his fluent feet would come flooding back to him. 

"We start with waltz like usual ladies. Let the men get warmer up. Ladies, I would hold back on this one." Annika advised before switching on the music. 

Bucky slipped his hand around my waist, the other holding my hand as I asked,"Nervous?" 

He quickly pulled me against his body, making me gasp, which he noticed."Relax doll."

I almost forgot to move after that. Buck's hand firmly held onto me, but it wasn't gripping me, it was just secure. We were so close as we circled around the room, catching glimpses of Nat and Sam doing the same. Bucky wasn't afraid to make eye contact, squeezing my hand every now and then, for whatever reason. I kept my composure, forcing myself to look back in his eyes, to not back down. 

"Alright," Annika shouted over the music,"I'm sure you gentlemen know how to tango?" 

The music flicked onto a faster track, much more fiery, passionate than the previous. Our postures changed, as did our speed. Bucky somehow looked at me differently. His gaze was more intense. Was he trying to freak me out? Did they come up with tactics to distract us?

His hands moved freely in my body, remaining respectful, but able to make my cheeks blush. He was an extremely handsome man, I didn't mind admitting that, and having said handsome man dance so close to you like this made you flustered. Focus (Y/N), gawk at Bucky another time. 

"Ladies, I do believe you're being quite lazy." Annika yelled out, and Nat and I knew what to do. 

I pushed Bucky away as if it were part of the dance. There was a moment where we locked eyes, and I was debating pouncing on him in a different sense. But I kept my nerve, sprinting towards him as I started to throw punches. His face twisted into confusion as he defended himself, quickly having to block my attacks. I dropped to the floor, sliding one leg out and using it to swipe him off his feet. He landed in his back, yelping out as I straddled him. However, he knew what to do, flipping us over so he was on top. Bucky tried to restrain my hands, going for my legs too when I slipped them over his shoulders; squeezing his neck slightly, I rocked back before using all of my weight to push me forwards, and once again he was lying down. I leapt to my feet, holding my defence up when the music stopped. 

"Good work ladies, rehearsals have definitely paid off." Annika clapped. 

Sam and Bucky were both on the floor. They were trying to catch their breaths and piece together everything that happened in the last few minutes. 

"What just happened?" Bucky asked, groaning as he stood up. 

"That was our dance class. Always wonder why we come back with so many bruises? Well now you know." I confidently put my hands on my hips.

“That wasn’t fair!” Sam protested, still lying on the floor.“There was no mention of fighting, so we win by default.”

“You just said you would come along to class and be our partners. The three mistakes you were allowed to make didn’t necessarily have to be related to dancing, we never specified that. Besides, it’s up to Annika to decide the winners.”

We all looked at her, waiting to see who she declared victorious.“Like I have to even say it? The ladies, of course.”

Nat and I cheered, high fiving each other. Nat went over to speak with Annika, arranging our final lesson next week where we would be assessed. Our teacher was right, this was good practice. I giggled to myself as Bucky helped Sam to his feet, sitting down on the floor myself to take off my shoes. I didn’t notice Bucky approaching me until I saw his feet in my peripheral vision.

“Hey, you alright? Sorry about that little surprise.” I said as he knelt beside me.

“It’s fine.” he smiled.“Very impressive though, the transition from dancing to fighting very smooth.”

“Well, I have been rehearsing...training...whatever you want to call it.”

“Your dancing isn’t so bad either.”

“Oh? Is that all you have to say about that?” I smirked.

“No, no, no, you’re good, it’s just that...I think you’re too used to your old partner.”

“Alex?”

“Yeah.”

“So what do you suggest I do to fix this problem?”

“Well, I could help. I mean, back in my day, dancing in couples was a normal thing.”

“Yes, and your day was quite a few years ago.”

We chuckled together.“Ouch, I already knew that. What I’m trying to say is, I would like to take you out dancing some time. And not just for practice.”

I stood up, and he copied.“I would love that. Just don’t show me up on the dance floor.”

“After seeing you, I don’t think anyone will be looking at me when we’re out.”

I could feel myself blushing again, trying to think of something flirty to say back when Sam slapped a hand down on Bucky’s shoulder.“Come on man, you can’t be flirting with the enemy. We’ve got to leave here with our heads held high.”

Sam started dragging Bucky away, I called out to him.“Hard thing to do when your butt was just on the floor moments ago.”

“I’ll text you!” Bucky managed to get out before he disappeared through the door.

“You see, not only are my classes great for dancing and fighting, you have also secured a date.” Annika cheered.

“Yes, thank you Annika. Actually, are there any moves you think might help get me a second date too?”

[winchesterxxi]

The Fundamentals of Loving | PART 1: Genesis

THE FUNDAMENTALS OF LOVING

PART 2 (SOON)  ⇒

Rating: T (Teen And Up Audiences)

Type: Fluff

Request: “Could u possibly do a din x reader where the two of them are always trying to one up eachother on missions and it’s like a little game and eventually din realizes “on my god I’m in love w/ them-“ !”

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings:Gender-Based Discrimination, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Age Gap

A/N: Did Sam just start writing her first series? Yes, indeed. I simply thought that this request was too good to be crammed into a single fic which would probably turn out very sloppy sooooooooo here is part one of this short series, probably approx 5 parts.

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You had been working with the Mandalorian since before you had ever even heard of The Child, or Grogu, as you’d recently discovered. You weren’t even a bounty hunter when Mando, as you called him, parked his ship on your planet, looking for spare parts for his ship.

That search led him to a small and dodgy corner store in a sandy village. It was a poorly lit weaponry and spare parts shop, frowsty and stale smelling, with dust  from the outside environment all over the glass cabinets that held the products.

The Mandalorian makes his way across the store to the counter, and without saying a word, sliding a few credits to the creature attending to him.

“Two coaxial cables and a few spark plugs.” comes his modulated voice.

“Let me check the backroom.” says the shop owner before grabbing the credits and waddling through a door next to the counter.

The Mandalorian stands there, taking in his surroundings through the dark visor of his helmet, as he rests his lower back against the counter surface.

Through one of the cabinets glasses, something catches his eyes.

There you stand, running your hand through a beskar blade, carefully choosing which new weapon to purchase. You were no hunter by any means, but being a girl like you in a planet full of filthy creatures, and it being known for the nasty brothels, knowing how to handle yourself has come in handy more than once, as some men have tended to assume that every female in your home is up for a grab.

Just as if on purpose, and to prove your point, a trooper wanders into the store, with two other of his companions, none of them wearing a helmet, but the three of them extremely drunk.

“Oh I might buy a few of these.” one of them exclaims at the entrance, eyeing the riffles and blasters on the first cabinet. You look at them through the corner of your eye but avoiding turning your head as to ignore them. But they don’t ignore you.

“And what do we have here?” the second trooper walks over to you, leaning against the cabinet you were next to. “Come here boys, I found something you’ll definitely want to buy!” the two other troopers, come closer to you, completely circling you against the cabinet. At this point, you are still with your back facing them.

“I’m not for sale.” You state between clenched teeth.

“All of you are.” the third one growls before sliding a gloved hand up the back of your tight.

On the other side of the cabinet line, The Mandalorian grips his blaster, ready to take it out. It was not normal for him to meddle into other people’s business. He only wanted to do his job. But somehow, seeing how defenseless you looked, he felt the need to somehow intervene.

But as soon as that one trooper’s hand reached your bottom, in a fraction of a second, you turn around, slashing him across his bare throat with the blade you had in hand. Quickly you had the two other troopers trying to take you down, but you are quicker and slicker than them (also given the fact that they were drunk), kicking and punching them in all the right places, before grabbing both of their heads and smashing them together, bloody faces crumbling to the ground.

Only then, looking up, did you notice the other presence in the room. Your breath is still altered as he takes a few steps around the cabinets and comes to stand a few feet in front of you.

“That was impressive.” he says with modulated waves.

“Thank you.” you say, bending down to grab the bloody blade from the troopers neck before pulling it out, blood dripping from it.

“Are you a hunter?”

You clean the blade to your pants before turning to face him.

“No. Just someone who has to know how not to get killed.”

Only now does he take a good look at you. He’d never guessed that much skill and strength would fit inside your delicate appearance, you were definitely at least a decade younger than him and you looked like you belonged on a palace next to the highest ranks of the galaxy. Yet here you were, fighting for yourself, covered in dust and rags.

“How would you like to have a job?”

“I’m not one of those.” she said, assuming that The Mandalorian was requesting the services that every other female on this planet seemed to offer.

“I mean as a hunter. Help me catch bounties. I could use someone with your skillset.” sliding the blade through your belt, you cross your arms looking at his helmet.

“I thought Mandalorians worked alone.”

“Let’s just say I’m not as young as I used to be.”

You consider his words, lifting your chin up. “What’s in it for me?”

“A place to sleep and eat, food, experience with flying and getting far away from this place.” With the last part, he motions with his helmet to the pile of the three bodies behind you.

“And credits?” you question

“Don’t worry about them. I’ll buy whatever you need.” he tells you.

“No.”

“No? I’m offering you a job, you’re not the one who sets the terms.”

“You said you need my skillset, and I don’t work for free, spent too many time having to scavenge for my survival.” you pause a brief moment eyeing the place where his eyes would be. “60/40.”

“80/20.”

“I’m not your slave. 65/35.”

“75/25.”

“70/30. Final offer.”

He takes a second, eyeing you head to toe.

“Deal.”

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” you smile at him, at the same time the shop owner emerges from the backroom, eyeing where the two of you stand and specifically the trio of troopers on the floor behind you, blood pooling around them.

He takes a deep breath in before motioning for The Mandalorian to come back to the counter, exasperatedly letting out a “I’ll clean it later.”

The Mandalorian motions you to follow him.

“There you go.” the parts that had been requested are laid on top of the counter and your new partner, picks them up and puts them away in one of his belt’s pockets. He thanks the creature with a nod of his helmet before walking away in direction of the outside world.

Once outside, the sun is almost blinding as you reach your hand to hover over your eyes. From your side, you catch The Mandalorian walking away from you, through the middle of the street, slowed down by the sand.

“Hey,” you shout behind him, causing him to stop and turn to look at you. “where are you going?”

“Back to the ship.”

“But that’s the town border, there’s nothing but sand after that.”

“The ship is parked in that direction. I walked for two days to get here, we are walking back.”

“Two days? You have to be kidding me.” No way you were walking across this hell hole for two days.

“Less complaining, more walking, princess.” The nickname alluding to the vision that he had compared you to, the first time he laid eyes on you, but to your ears not sounding more than a sarcastic remark on how you were acting like a delicate flower than wanted to be carried. Little did you know that wouldn’t be the last time he’d use that name.

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Pond Diving - princessmisery666

Welcome to today’s Pond Diving Spotlight! We hope that you enjoy this little insight to our members and perhaps even find some useful tips for your own writing. Happy reading!

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“Don’t Be Koi About It” - All About You

Name: Stacey

Age: 34 years young

Location: Birmingham, United Kingdom

URL: @princessmisery666

Why did you choose your URL: It’s a nickname I’ve had for years, it’s kinda my go-to username for stuff.

What inspired you to become a writer: I’ve always had an overactive imagination and was always living a whole separate life in my mind. Also, I hyperfixate on things as a way of escaping, writing helped me focus on whatever the latest hyperfixation was/is.

How long have you been writing: Since I was about 14 but didn’t post anything until I was about 17.

What do you do when you are not writing i.e. Job/Hobbies etc? I work for an imaging company (video security cameras for your home). I do sales, marketing, logistics, customer support, orders, web design, I do a bit of everything basically. Hobbies; binging movies/tv shows, reading, writing, walking.

How long have you been in the SPN Fandom? Since day 1. Was it 2005/2006? I missed a couple of episodes at the start of season 10 and didn’t catch up until last year.

Are you in any other fandoms and do you write for them? Marvel is my obsession and I write for Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Erik Stevens. I have a few fics for other Fandoms on my AO3, Wattpad, and FFNet. Chicago Fire/PD, The Fast & The Furious, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Teen Wolf, That 70s Show.

Do you do any writing outside of fanfiction? If so, tell us about it? Unfortunately, I don’t have any original ideas so no.

Favorite published author: No particular authors, I just like the stories I like. But if I had to name a few Dean Koontz, James Frey, Jobie Hughes, Suzanne Collins, Stephen King.

Have you ever read a book that made an impact on your life? Which one and why?: IT scared the sh*t out of me if that counts lol. Hunger Games had a big impact on me and my heart aches every time I think of Katniss. I had a very close friend at the time it was released and I was reading it. She was more like a sister to me and out of the blue she decided to cut me out of her life without explanation, so I felt like Katniss when she lost Prim. I also have a Mockingjay tattoo.

Favorite genre of fanfic (smut, angst, fluff, crack, rpf, etc): Angst, without a doubt, give me all the angst, followed by tooth rotting fluff.

Favorite piece of your own writing: Perfectly Broken but it’s a Marvel fic. So for SPN The Secrets We Keep mini series co-written with @slytherkins.

Most underrated fic you have written: (Not So) Temporary.

Story of yours that you’d most like to see turned into a movie/tv show: The Secrets We Keep as to me it feels like it could be canon.

Favorite Tumblr Writer(s): I’m going forget someone I just know it... @slytherkins, @pinknerdpanda, @cockslut-padalecki, @firefly-in-darkness, @manawhaat, @crispychrissy, @idreamofplaid, @amanda-teaches, @negans-lucille-tblr, @kittenofdoomage, @girl-next-door-writes,

Favorite Fic from another writer: this is easy… Cabin Fever by @slytherkins

Favorite character to write: Sam Winchester

Favorite Pairing to write: Sam Winchester x OFC

Least favorite character to write (and why): Castiel, I just don’t think I’d be able to do him justice.

Do you have anyone you consider a mentor? @slytherkins - I seriously don’t give Tara enough credit for her beta-ing. But she’s so much more than a beta, she 100% makes me a better writer, and she has taught me so much.

Do you have any aspirations involving your writing? Finish the 3 main WIP’s that I have.

How many work-in-progress stories do you have: 6 that have actual words in the documents and not just ideas jotted down.

What are you currently working on? I have a chaptered fic for Sam Winchester that is being beta’d but still needs an ending, and a few Marvel ones.

“Pond Diving” - All About The Writing

What/who has had the biggest influence on your writing? Music is my main inspiration

Best writing advice you've been given: Write what you would want to read.

Biggest obstacle you’ve faced in your writing: Writer's block and endings. I always seem to have the beginning and middle of my stories figured out but struggle with endings and wrapping things up.

What aspects of writing do you find difficult when you write fanfiction? Keeping the characters true to canon.

Is there anything you want to write but are afraid to (and why): I have a few dark ideas but I’ve never written a dark fic before. Also, smut, I’ve written it but I avoid it whenever I can. I just hate the “he did, she did” of it all. But there’s no other way to write it I guess.

What inspires/motivates you to write: My motivation seems to come when I’m busy at work and should be doing other things haha. I take my inspiration from whatever I can; music, movies, prompts etc.

How do you deal with self-doubt: I embrace it, let it consume me for a while, and then write and post anyway.

How do you deal with writer's block: Pray it goes away. Ask friends to help flush out some ideas, anything I can try I’m willing to try.

Do you plan/outline your story before you start: Not really, I tend to start with one idea/scene, I write that, and then the story kind of evolves around it. If I plan too much I end up getting stuck or writing myself into a corner I can’t get myself out of.

Do you have any weird writing habits: Even though I use music as inspiration I can only really write in total silence.

Have you ever received hateful comments on your fic and how do you deal with it? I’ve been lucky enough to only have ever received 1 hateful comment on a Dean fic about him not being in character. I ignored it and deleted the ask.

Conversely: what’s been some of your favorite feedback on your fanfic? Honestly, any feedback I get is amazing, from a comment and reblog to a simple like. Just knowing someone took time out of their day to read my ramblings is amazing.

If you could give one piece of advice to a new and/or struggling writer, what would it be? Write, hate it, love it, hate it some more, fall in love with it again, doubt it, whatever you feel about it just write it! It may have been done before but no one has done it like YOU!

[kyber-crystal]

An Accidental Confession

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~3.1k

Summary: In which you decided to a record a message explaining your feelings for Steve in case you didn't make it out of your mission alive. You don’t have any intention of it actually being heard by him, but you have no other choice to face your fear when it’s accidentally broadcasted across the entire compound.

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff haha with hints of a cocky steve hehe.

A/N: Some dialogue credits go to Descendants of the Sun! (yes, this is a oneshot of a scene from it, bc I love that drama with my whole heart) 

Tags: Dedicating this to @sylvie-writes​ because she’s an absolute SWEETHEART. I LOVE YOU BB. go follow her!

"Hey, Y/N, check this out!"

You glanced up from where you were furiously typing away at the computer to see Peter with a wide grin on his face. "Hm?"

"Look what I found! Mr. Stark's old speaker set!" The teenager went around to behind the table and rolled out the speaker in front of you. "It was a bit souped up, but all it really needed was some TLC and here it is, good as new!"

"Found this old thing while he was cleaning up," Tony explained, "you wanna hook your phone up and give it a go?"

"Uh...sure, why not," you shrugged, standing up and pushing your seat in, making your way over to the two of them. You took your phone out of your pocket and plugged it in.

"Check, one, two," Peter spoke into the small microphone. "Check one, two, three. Hey! It's working!"

You couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm. "How old is this thing, anyway?"

"Older than me, that's for sure. Now play something!"

"Alright, alright. Let's see..." you scrolled through your playlists until you found the one you wanted, pressing 'play' and putting it on shuffle. "There."

"Fly Me To The Moon! May played it for me all the time when I was little," Peter exclaimed. "She always insisted I educate myself on older music. Now I'm glad she did."

Bucky and Sam stopped screaming at each other as they battled it out in Mario Kart, quieting down and humming to the beat as they held their controllers tightly. Wanda smiled to herself as she stirred the pot of soup on the stove, Bruce on the verge of falling asleep as he sipped his coffee at the kitchen island and read a news article on his phone. The energy within the compound seemed to lighten significantly as Frank Sinatra's soothing voice echoed off the walls.

You went out to the patio to relax, crossing your arms and closing your eyes as the sounds of chirping crickets and music mixed together in one soothing melody, the moonlight reflecting over the water. For a brief moment in time, you were at peace - and you relished in the temporary feeling of serenity. The 'city that never slept' was sleepy, for once. It wasn't all that late, but you were already beginning to succumb to fatigue's temptations.

But then, the song came to an end and switched off to something else.

"Hey, Steve. I hope this message never finds you because if it does...it means I'm most likely dead-" your all-too familiar voice came over the phone, thick with tears as you struggled to contain your sobs. "God, what am I even doing here? I have a gunshot wound that most likely pierced a vital organ so I'm just gonna bleed out here alone- why am I even doing this? I don't even know how much longer it'll be before you arrive with the evac team...so I just want to apologize in advance for not coming back to you like I promised. If I'd known I'd die in a foreign country, I would've lived a more carefree life instead of constantly worrying, like you always told me to just relax sometimes, I'm so, so sorry-"

Your eyes widened in realization and you rushed across the facility as fast as you could possibly go to the labs.

"Leaving words like this before dying is so uncultured- please, Steve...are you on your way? Please tell me you're on your way. If I'm really dying here I don't wanna die alone. Please hurry...I don't think I can last until you get here. Even so, you'll be the first to find me if I die, that is, if my corpse isn't dragged away or some shit like that - God, this hurts- I almost forgot how much it hurt to get shot...damn...I really underestimated the power of a bullet, huh?

Steve's bandaged fists fell to his sides, the punching bag swinging back and forth so wildly that it would've knocked him over if it weren't for his muscular figure. His brow furrowed in concern and he felt a small ache his chest upon hearing your voice crack - you never cried, and even if you did, which was extremely rare, you were good at hiding it from others.

But then a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips - you did ramble sometimes, and he found it rather adorable. It was, in fact, one of the main reasons why he admired you so much.

"FRIDAY? Where's the source of this audio?"

"It's playing from Mr. Stark's speaker in the lab, Captain," the AI responded.

"Thank you."

He unwrapped the tape from around his hands and exited the training facility, going into a light jog as he headed up to the lounge.

"If I knew that I'd die like this, then I would've told you my true feelings. That I'm in love with you and I really wished you'd kissed me when we were watching that movie together- it was Die Hard, wasn't it? I really wished you'd done something. We were sitting so close, and...I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was tempted to just run my hands through your hair and kiss you. And I almost did. I'm so in love with you, hopelessly in love with you...and if there's anything that scares me more than dying alone, it's probably thinking of a way to tell you, and the fear of being rejected by my best friend, my partner in crime-"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You were in love with him? He felt his heartbeat pick up speed at the thought. He always held that small bit of hope in his heart that you'd feel the same way.

Just as Steve arrived at the labs, you came bursting through the doors with a look of sheer panic in your eyes, your face drained of all color. You quickly unplugged your phone from the speaker as he watched on in amusement.

"Want some, Mr. Stark?" Peter offered through a mouthful of popcorn, holding the bag out to his mentor. "Seems like we're in for a treat here."

"Where'd you get these, kid?" Tony questioned as he reached over and popped several kernels into his mouth. "Mm. Caramel, a classic."

"I always keep some with me. Never know when drama will break out."

Steve laughed and shook his head as you quickly turned around on your heel and sprinted out of the room. It was so unlike you to act like this - normally you were rather guarded and stoic. To see you as anything but was not only amusing, but adorable in his eyes - it was one of the many things he loved about you, in fact.

"Music...really changes a lot of things," Peter cleared his throat awkwardly.

The super-soldier cracked a smile. "I seem to be in the center of that change."

He said a few quick goodbyes went to find you, as Peter and Tony continued enjoying their popcorn together.

"Oh my god, I'm so stupid, oh my god, why did I even record that damn message," you muttered, finding yourself going back outside again. You needed to clear your head and get away from Steve. The secondhand embarrassment you just knew was waiting for you was almost too much to even think about - what would he think of you now? What would everyone else think of you?

Steve had beaten you to it and was already out there, leaning against the glass railing  with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing an amused expression on his face.

"Oh my god! You scared me!" your voice heightened to a shriek. "What the hell, Rogers? How are you here? Why are you here?"

"I know you like the back of my hand, sweetheart," he chuckled lightly. "You always come out here whenever you're restless or stressed out. Figured you'd try to flee as soon as you heard," he gestured back inside, "all that."

"That was none of your business!" you squeaked. "It was a private message, not meant for you to actually hear! It wasn't for you!"

"Well, you did announce it, publicly," he defended himself, pushing himself away from the railing and raising his hands in surrender. "And it sounded like it was for me. You said my name."

"It wasn't for you!"

"Then why'd you say Steve?"

"It's a different Steve?"

"A different Steve with a stealth suit, Quinjet, and evac team?"

"Y-yeah! B-but it's really funny. Why are you listening to other people's recordings?'

"Like I said, doll," your face flushed at the nickname, "it was broadcasted publicly. I didn't listen, I heard."

"Because you heard it, you carelessly hear it all the way through?"

He smirked. "You know, you're really cute when you're upset." He smirked, taking several steps towards you. You instinctively stepped back. "But why are you running away? When you were about to die you wanted to confess." With each step he took, you took another backwards. "But since you lived, you changed your mind?"

"Confess? That wasn't a confession. That wasn't me."

"This cell phone is yours," he held up your hand that tightly gripped your phone.

"This isn't a phone- Y/N, what the hell are you saying? Stop talking," you cursed yourself under your breath.

"It's an honor knowing I'm in your will," he said kindly.

"If you know then that's enough," you exhaled, stepping around him to leave. Steve stopped you by placing a hand out in front, before moving it to grip your wrist. You felt your skin heat up rapidly under his touch.

You gasped. "Look! Thor set the toaster on fire!"

"I'm not fooled, sweetheart."

You moved to try and leave again, but he only tightened his grip. "Whether or not it was a confession, I'm going to listen to it, so let's not run away, shall we?"

You were silent for several moments before responding, swallowing hard. "Okay. I got it. I'll answer you so let go of me and let's talk. Really."

"Really, right?"

He obeyed, releasing his hand from your wrist. You quickly moved around him and ran back inside. Steve just laughed to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

"She finally did it," Sam nodded in approval as he and Bucky finished their Rainbow Road deathmatch. "Good game, man."

"Yeah, good game," they shook hands, "but if I'm being honest...I didn't expect things to go down like that. If anything, Steve seems like he'd be the first to confess. The way they're dancing around each other like oblivious monkeys...damn."

"Couldn't have described it better."

...

You flopped onto your bed, panting heavily as you stared up at the ceiling. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt like passing out. Maybe I'll just die like this and I won't ever have to confess for real, you thought. That sounds much better than death by blood loss from a gunshot wound.

"Hey, darling."

You sat up and let out a short scream as you saw Steve leaning against your doorframe, that damn smirk still on his face. "What the hell? You can't just ambush me like that! How long have you been standing there for?"

"Long enough," he chuckled, sliding his hands in his pockets and stepping inside. This time, you were too lazy to push him away, and just allowed him to sit down next to you at the edge of your bed. Steve propped his hand on his chin as he gazed at you, smiling.

You sighed and let your head fall into your hands. "This is all your fault."

"My fault?" Steve tilted his head in confusion. "How is this my fault?"

"Becau- never mind. I'm busy. I gotta go check up on the new lab I'm working on with Bruce."

You stood up abruptly, but he reached out and grabbed your wrist again. "I'm going to go to the labs, too. He asked me to help with a few things. I think you just found yourself an escort."

"I can go by myself, Rogers. I'm an adult," you gave him a pointed look.

"Ouch. That stung," he pretended to look hurt. "Last name calling? I thought we agreed on sappy pet names. And besides, you know what happened last time you went somewhere alone. You got shot."

"Whatever."

"Hold on," he tugged you back so that you had to sit down again. "Why do you keep running away from me? You confess your feelings in your will and then you run."

"It wasn't my will."

"You said you were scared to die alone."

"It wasn't me. Where is your bout of confidence even coming from?"

"I'm not asking how you feel about me at the moment. Don't feel bad that I found out how you feel about me. Because I'm in love with you too, and nothing can change the fact that I like you even more now."

You swallowed hard.

He smiled again. "And you look beautiful today, doll."

"Stop with the pet names," you mumbled. You couldn't stop the tremor in your tone as you spoke

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Steve brought a hand up to your face, lightly skimming the tip of his thumb across your cheekbone to wipe away the tears that had fallen. "Hey. Tell me what's wrong, darling."

As soon as that last word left his lips, you lost it. A broken sob escaped from your mouth before you broke down, and he felt guilt settle in the pit of his stomach. Sure, he was lightly teasing you - but he didn't intend for his jabs to hurt you in any way. That was the last thing he wanted to do - to see you cry. He hated seeing you cry.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," he whispered, carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, rubbing circles onto your back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken the teasing so far. I'm so sorry, Y/N-"

It took nearly twenty minutes for your sniffles to die down and another ten for your crying to stop completely, but he patiently held you until you did. And when it finally stopped, it still took you several moments before you could bring yourself to meet his eyes.

"I look like a mess," you muttered, quickly ducking your head down to wipe at your nose. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this-"

"You look lovely, regardless," Steve murmured, kissing your forehead. "You'll always look beautiful in my eyes."

"You're such a sap," you mumbled, closing your eyes. "I hate you."

"You know you love me, Y/N."

"No I don't."

"That message told me otherwise. You sounded like you were pretty in love, judging by the desperate tone in your voice-"

"Shut up!"

"Make me," he challenged, a smirk appearing on his face.

You huffed and stood up, crossing your arms. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that, Rogers?"

"Watch your language-"

"Make me."

"Using my own words against me, are you?" Steve raised a brow as he stood up as well, walking towards you. You kept walking backwards until you felt your back hit the wall and internally panicked when you realized there was nowhere else to go.

"Shit," you whispered. "I'm not escaping this one, am I?"

"Not a chance," he chuckled wistfully. You felt your heart do somersaults and your stomach twist itself into knots as he met your eyes, a softened look to them that you'd never seen before - what was it? Just a few minutes earlier you'd find yourself squirming beneath his intense gaze but for some reason, you stayed put.

When his lips pressed against yours, you felt a crackle of electricity across your skin and the world fell away. It seemed as if time stopped and held its breath as it watched the two of you, his arm curving around your waist as his free hand rested at the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him. Though you were taken aback by the sudden gesture and terrified you wasted no time in reacting, sinking deeper into the kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips and fireworks exploded inside your chest - if there was a way to describe pure magic, this would definitely be it. And he felt it too - and he swore to himself that he'd never felt a bigger rush of adrenaline before until now.

You looked absolutely stunning to him in that moment as you pulled apart - with your half-closed eyes, reddened cheeks, and swollen lips - his doing, no doubt. Your gaze slipped down to his equally swollen lips and you felt your face flush at the sight. Steve was quick to catch what you were doing and pulled you back in for more.

This time, it wasn't as innocent and quick. It was more needy, passionate - months, no, years of pent-up frustration he didn't even know he had seeping into it. Years of not being able to tell you finally being poured out into one grand gesture - years of finally getting closure because he now knew the girl he'd loved for as long as he could remember felt the same way.

"Oh my fucking shit."

The two of you were practically gasping for air as you broke apart a second time to see a smug-looking Sam.

"You just- I didn't interrupted something between y'all, did I?" Sam cocked a brow. "Looked like you were this close to-"

"No," you exhaled, "we weren't."

"I'm a GENIUS for fixing that speaker! If I hadn't done so you guys never would've gotten together!" Peter squealed as he appeared by the Falcon's side. "I believe a thank you is in order!"

"I hope my timing isn't bad, but I have to ask," Steve cleared his throat and looked you straight in the eye. "that was a confession, right? And you didn't do it just because you felt compelled to. Be honest with me."

You let out a sigh of defeat. "Yeah...it was."

He broke into a gorgeous, million-dollar grin that made you weak at the knees. He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours as if he was going to kiss you again - but pulled back, much to your disappointment.

"I guess I'm the victor of this battle, huh," he whispered before releasing his hold on you and walking out, leaving you to stand there utterly shell-shocked and speechless as Peter and Sam began teasing you.

[lost-in-sokovia]

Five to Seven Minutes

hello loves! i wanted to write this lil steve rogers fic based off one of my FAVORITE episodes of “The Office” season 6 episode 17, “Special Delivery Part 1”! basically in the episode pam is going to go into labor and jim is trying to get her to go to the hospital but she keeps putting it off and it turns out that she’s actually scared to give birth🥺. i was getting vibes that i feel like that’ll be me with my husband when i’m older so i wanted to write this.😂 so “The Office” fans, please enjoy!!🤍

Warnings: pain/contractions, stress, but mostly fluff and comedy :)

“It’s not every night we all sit together... at a huge table like this...” Tony commented in annoyance.

He was right. For once in a really long time, all the members of the Avengers (and their kids and wives, to Tony’s dismay) were all together at one table. It wasn’t like the first time you were all together, no. You’ve been at parties with each other and mutually hung out together, but this was like an arranged gathering.

It was nice, having everyone together. All the kids sat on one end while the adults sat on the other, a few parents occasionally checking on the kids to make sure everything was going well. You couldn’t help but stare lovingly at the kids knowing that soon you’d have one over there as well.

You rubbed your nine month baby bump. Your baby was ready to pop any day now. (Steve was ecstatic he was going to have a baby. He was so ready to give the baby a good life with a good father by it’s side.)

“Shut up Tony, this is so nice.” You smiled. Everyone was just about finished eating and just relaxing and chatting. Steve grinned at you and put his hand on top of yours, giving it a small squeeze.

“Have you gotten any baby names yet?” Laura asked across from you. You shrugged.

“I mean, we have one in mind...”

“Yeah but Cap’s the kind of guy to want to give his kid a real 40’s name like Paul, or something way too over done like James,” Tony chimed in, earning a salty “hey!” from Bucky. Steve shook his head.

“You’d be surprised how accustomed to change I am in life by now,” he remarked as he folded his napkin.

“Plus, what if it’s a girl?” You inquired. The two of you had decided to do it the old fashioned way and wait until the baby was born to find out it’s gender. Pepper smiled at you right as Morgan ran up to peek at you over your big bump.

“Hi little miss!” You said happily as Morgan smiled from ear to ear. She reached her hands over your bump and rubbed it from over the soft material of your comfy floral dress.

“Aunt (Y/N) when will the baby be here?” She asked with a sparkle in her wide brown eyes. You sighed gently and stroked her dark hair.

“Any day now love,” you responded. She kissed your bump quickly before running back off to join her friends.

“(Y/N), we’re not having any more kids so it’s your job to keep Morgan entertained with more babies,” Tony joked. You laughed and adjusted your dress.

You guessed having that job wouldn’t be the worst, right?

~•~•~•~•~

Later that night you layed in bed with loose pajamas on. Steve turned off the bathroom light as he finished brushing his teeth and joined you under the covers.

You pulled your hair away as you gripped the sheets and gasped. Steve looked at you and gently grabbed one of your hands.

“Are you alright doll?” He asked. You nodded and inhaled. You scrunched over slightly and let out a few groans.

“Ahhhhhhh okay,” you exhaled in pain. Steve’s blue eyes studied you in concern.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Is it time?” He suggested. You shook your head as your breathing steadied again.

“No it’s fine Steve. I’m fine, it’s really okay.” You shut your heavy eyelids and sighed once more. He looked at you with uncertainty before adjusting himself on his back. You were out like a light before anything else could happen.

Steve felt his child kick from your belly pressed against his side. Steve grinned before allowing himself to fall into dreamland.

~•~•~•~•~

The next day you found yourself in the same position.

You played off your contractions like they were no big deal. Steve wasn’t going to argue with you, it wasn’t like he had any better experience with babies. And since neither of you liked hospitals, you agreed you weren’t going to put yourself in there any earlier than you had to.

That afternoon you sat on the couch of the living area with Peter. The two of you had been progressively watching 80’s movies together and snacking on all your cravings. Peter wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to eat good food and watch classic movies. You both shared almost a childlike bond that allowed you the two of you to share a relationship that he didn’t even have with Tony.

“Alright Peter, what’s next on the list?” You asked as the credits from “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” rolled on the screen.

“Well next is The Outsiders’ and then finally ‘Footloose,’” he grinned. You clapped your hands excitedly.

“Awesome, well-“ you cut off as a contraction pierced through your stomach. You hunched over and grabbed your stomach, letting out a few breaths.

“Ah, getting there?” Natasha asked as she passed by. You shook your head and waved your hand.

“No, I’ve got plenty of time,” you reassured to a nervous Peter. He looked at you nervously before starting up your next movie. It was fine, you weren’t worried. You had a little bit more time, right?

Later that day the team was getting ready for an Avengers meeting. You stood around with the team and chatted casually before you all started. Steve came over and slid an arm around your waist.

“Hey babe, doing okay?” He asked. You nodded warmly before you squinted your eyes and bit your lip, suddenly grasping one of his hands.

“Agh, okay,” he choked out as you rode out the contraction. “Hey how about we just head to the hospital and check everything out, okay?” Steve suggested. You smiled and looked back in your husband’s eyes.

“No, I’m fine. We’re okay. Not earlier than we have to be, remember?” You reminded. Steve chuckled uncomfortably and nodded. Tony suddenly made his way over and glanced at your stomach.

“Almost time?” He asked. Steve shot him a nervous nod while you shook your head in disagreeance.

“No, we’re waiting,” you explained with a small bite. Steve tried to argue back but Tony clapped his hands.

“Come on Cap, obviously she wants to wait. I say we all help distract her,” Tony said loudly. Everyone looked over. Steve’s eyes narrowed and he grimaced. He knew Tony would take any opportunity to push his buttons and tick him off. You nodded around at everyone and smiled at Tony in relief.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you exhaled as you slowly made your way to a chair. Steve followed behind quickly and reluctantly helped you sit down as Tony announced the new agenda to the team.

As you and and Steve sat next to each other hand in hand, you quietly rode through another contraction. Steve stared at the watch on his wrist and his face lit up.

“Seven minutes, that’s contractions seven minutes apart (Y/N)!” He whispered excitedly. You smiled at him warmly but shook your head.

“Come on Stevie not sooner than we have to, remember?” You pointed out. He frowned.

“But (Y/N)-“

“Alright (Y/N),” Tony clapped. “We’re here to help.” You smiled as Steve glared at everyone behind him. His eyes scanned the room and he saw Sam and Bucky trying to hide discreetly in the background, to which he gave them an even dirtier look. “Anyone got anything interesting or spectacular? This is the only time we will ever be doing a talent show so take advantage now,” Tony reminded. Scott’s hand raised slowly.

“I can be tiny,” he said. Tony gestured for him to come up and demonstrate. Your eyes were glued to the front of the room as Steve looked at you and sighed anxiously.

You watched Scott change size, you watched Thor chug beer, you watched Clint shoot an arrow directly through anything he targeted, you even watched a mjolnir lifting contest. You still sat and rode out plenty of contractions.

“(Y/N) come on, every seven minutes is the start,” Steve pleaded. You shook your head and he stood up. “Nope, nope, come on. We’re going to the hospital,” he said sternly as he reached out his hand for you to take.

“No Steve really I’m fine,” you argued. His blue eyes raged as he looked around.

“You know what, fine. By the way, hate that you’re all helping her,” he growled before walking out. You shrugged as he walked out. All he was trying to do was take you to the hospital. You didn’t need him.

Sam and Bucky ran out after Steve who was pacing in the hallway.

“I know (Y/N) better than anyone else on the team,” Steve muttered to his friends. Steve pulled out his phone and Googled contractions.

“Five to seven minutes.” One website. “Five to seven minutes.” Another website. “Six minutes. Different, but not really.” Again. “Five to seven minutes.” He read off. He scoffed in amusement before looking up at the ceiling anxiously.

Back in the conference room, you were having some difficulties.

Nat had taken Steve’s place next to you and held your hand tightly as you breathed heavily.

“I think we should listen to Steve, (Y/N),” she said softly. You groaned out a “no!” before inhaling sharply and looking around.

“No, okay... Hey where’s Peter? Is it time for ‘Footloose?’” You asked. Peter stood up slowly in the back and walked up unsurely to you.

“Uh, y-yeah...” He said unsurely. He looked back at Tony for approval who nodded at him. Nat helped you up and Peter linked arms with you, walking you slowly out of the room.

When the two of you passed Steve and the boys you simply lifted your chin and kept your eyes straight forward, not even acknowledging him (while Peter looked down nervously, he didn’t exactly always enjoy trying to upset Captain America). Sam broke away and came up to your other side and linked arms and continued to walk with you.

“Sam, I’m fine. I get to the hospital when I get to the hospital...” You reassured calmly. Sam stared at you. “And if I don’t make it, I don’t make it,” you added. Sam shot a glance of confusion and concern at Peter who shrugged. And with that, Sam let go and let you walk calmly onward.

As you and Peter walked down the hallway, your eyes widened as you felt a gush of water down your leg. You halted to a stop luckily right in front of your room.

“Hey Peter, I’m just gonna change really quickly,” you said happily. Peter nodded as you waddled into your room and shut the door. You took a few deep breaths before walking over to Steve’s drawers and pulling out sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Steve jogged down to meet Peter who stood awkwardly outside the door.

“She’s in there,” he said meekly. Steve nodded in thanks before quickly slipping in the door. He found you slipping on his shirt with the sweatpants already on. He smiled at you.

“Hey,” he said happily. You looked over and smiled.

“Hey babe.” You walked over and hugged him over your large bump. He smiled at you as you looked up at him. “Look, Steve. Everything is okay, I promise.” You reassured. He opened his mouth to say something and nodded slowly. “He’s not coming out for a while, okay?” You laughed. Steve’s eyes widened and he raised an eyebrow.

“Did you say ‘he’?”

Your face went blank with fear. “I had Bruce tell me about a week ago, I couldn’t wait.” You replied in a nervous whisper. Steve stared at you with wide blue eyes. You bit your lip. “Please don’t be mad,” you pleaded quietly. He looked at you with teary eyes.

“How could I be mad? We’re having a son...” He whispered as tears brimmed his eyes. You smiled and nodded happily. “We’re having a son!” He repeated a little louder as you laughed joyfully. He hugged you again before you gently pulled away.

“Wow, I feel better,” Steve remarked. You smiled and gave one of his hands a squeeze.

“Good. Now I’m gonna go downstairs and watch ‘Footloose’ with Peter,” you said before slowly making your way to the door. Steve remembered something and turned around to watch you.

“Oh hey, why are you wearing my clothes now?” He asked curiously. You turned around and smiled, rubbing your bump.

“Oh! My water broke,” you explained with a light giggle.

“Oh!” Steve replied as you shrugged and walked back out. He suddenly went pale. “Oh, oh...”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Peter asked. Your lips were sucked in from pain as you nodded. Peter exhaled shakily and shrugged, turning on the movie.

It was only five minutes into the movie when you let out a loud yell, startling poor Peter. You grasped your stomach and grit your teeth. Steve and Tony both heard you and ran in, kneeling in front of you.

“Alright (Y/N), I think it’s time to go to the hospital now,” Steve tried to urge happily. You waved your hand and dismissed it.

“No no, come on (Y/N) I think Steve is right,” Tony chimed in.

“No no guys I appreciate it but I’m fine-“

“Look (Y/N) even Tony says we should go. Tony knows what he’s doing right?”

“Y-Yeah we can watch ‘Footloose’ later,” Peter tried. You shook your head.

“Come on lets just go see, huh?” Steve tried as he glanced at Tony who nodded. Steve and Tony then stood up and tried to pull you up. You then shifted your weight backwards in protest to fight back.

“No no I’m not- I’m not going! I’m not going because I’m scared I can’t do this.” Your voice shifted from yelling to breaking softly. Steve looked at you sadly and kneeled back down. You were crying softly as Steve held your hand and looked at you with wide blue eyes.

“Hey, listen. I don’t know anyone stronger than you,” Steve began softly. You stared at him with watery eyes as he gently wiped away one of your tears. “I know you can do this. Now I know it’s scary (Y/N) I’m scared too,” he chuckled lightly.

“I’m literally petrified I have no clue what to do,” Peter added. You glanced over sadly before looking back at your husband.

“But we’re going to get the best gift out of all of this, okay?” He asked softly. You nodded and inhaled slowly. He smiled at you and glanced over at Tony. “Alright Tony, how far apart are they?” Steve asked quietly.

“Friday?” Tony asked.

“Three minutes, boss.” Friday replied casually. Tony shrugged at Steve, who’s blue eyes were fiery as he looked down.

“Th-three minutes? Tony, Tony you said you’d warn me at five! What happened to five and four, huh?” Steve began to yell in stress. Your eyes darted from Steve to Tony as you cowarded back and began to cry again.

“Oh no no no I can’t have my baby here I want to go to the hospital!” You began to cry nervously. Tony looked down at you with determined brown eyes.

“And that’s where we’re going right now. Friday, pull the car around and Steve you get some things ready,” Tony instructed calmly. Steve shot him a dirty look before running to grab some essentials. You stared at Tony with fear in your misty eyes. “Guess where we’re going?” Tony asked.

“The hospital,” you choked in response.

“Yes and guess what we’re going to do?”

“Have a baby,” you answered. Tony reaches out and gently helped you up.

“Yep we’re going to go to the hospital and have a baby,” Tony told you. He guided you out to he exit as Steve ran after you. Peter scrambled to go get the team.

You were on your way to the hospital to have a baby.

~•~•~•~•~

(“He’s beautiful,” you whispered. You held your son in a blue blanket on your hospital bed. Steve day with you on the bed and held you close, admiring Luca Grant Rogers sleeping in your arms. “Wanna count his fingers and toes again?” You joked.

“No no, I’m sure there’s eleven on each,” Steve whispered back in response without taking an eye off his son.

“Okay,” you whispered sweetly in agreeance.

It had been a long 24 hours.)

i hope you guys liked that! it was really fun for me to write since i love “the office” SO MUCH! i hoped some of you caught when i quoted jim and pam, they really are goals! thanks for reading!🤍

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Imagine...Breaking Dean’s Nose

Brother!Dean x Sister!Reader; Brother!Sam x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Mild Angst, some fluff (I think), minor back story, first fic written since [spoilers] Dean’s Death in 15x20 (spn finale)[spoiler].

Summary: The siblings have a minor disagreement that leads to a fist fight. And ends with Dean getting a broken nose and a realization, he has to let her grow.

Mobile Masterlist

a/n: I write and edit all my works, hope you enjoy. This is my first time back writing Dean since the Finale.

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Y/N sat in the back seat of the impala as they drove back to the bunker from the hospital. Sam driving his brother in the passenger seat, his nose swollen, a black eye swelling his eye.

The two siblings were at a disagreement.

Ever since she joined the brothers, it was after she lost her family. Nothing weird about their deaths. But state officials did DNA tests to find any family relatives. Turns out she’s related to Sam and Dean, as their half-sister.

The pair disagreed on something simple. Going out, but their sister was always careful. But since there was a project due soon and it was a group project. She had to sneak out, without Dean or Sam knowing. And came back to a pissed off Dean. Dean then got on her nerves, hovering over her, always concerned about her over the simplest of things. But she was still 13 years old.

Sam pulled into the garage, parking it and killing the engine, they weren’t as fast as Y/N to get out of the car. She had walked quickly to her room, locking her door.

The next morning, Y/N got up early to shower, and make Dean a big breakfast, Sam too for putting up with their crap. She may not have any idea how to cook, but to anyone’s famous last words before burning down a kitchen, how hard can it be?

She began making the pancake batter, cracking some eggs, adding some oil, and she began cooking them. Flipping them was a whole other story, some looked perfect circular, golden pancakes. But others would look over done or under done. The under done ones, she played the safe card and threw them away. Next were the eggs. She cracked some eggs in the skillet, flipping them once the whites were solid enough, making them over easy. Giving each brother 3 pancakes, 2 eggs over easy. Next was bacon for Dean. Dishing up their plates, giving Dean and Sam their morning coffee’s, and Sam some O.J, she put them on trays and sat them in their rooms just moments before their alarms went off.

Dean woke up to the smell of food in his room, Sam woke to his alarm with the combo of good smelling food. Both with notes from their sister. 

Sorry for being a pain. Was written for Sam.

And the other note, reading, Sorry for breaking your nose. For Dean.

She cleaned up the bunkers kitchen, cleaning the dishes, and then bolting to hide in her room for the rest of the day.

Dean knew she wasn’t backing down, not really. Not entirely.

Their argument, he knew he was stopping her from getting a homework assignment for school and getting it done. But he didn’t want her out where he couldn’t protect her.

“You can’t always protect her Dean.” Sam says. Knowing full well about their argument. Well, he practically, unwillingly, had front row seats to the screaming match and fist fight.

“Just watch me.” Dean challenged.

“Dean.” Sam says in a knowing tone. “She’s got a school project, due Monday, it's Saturday. And she’s going to fail it if you don’t let her go.” Sam explains.

“But what if something happens?” Dean asks. “Like, what if one of the kids is a shifter trying to get at us. Or a werewolf, or a vamp kid, or even--”

“Dean, just stop. We taught her everything she needs to know about hunting. And she knows what to do.” Sam says.

Dean just sat back in his chair, with folded arms, grumbling to himself. But after about five minutes of thinking. Sam’s right. Dean doesn’t want to get in the way of his sister's education. She’s 13, about to go into high school next year. Those next four years are going to be important to her. And she has shown she'll kick his ass if he gets in her way. 

He lets out a heavy sigh. “Fine.”

“Let me go talk to her.”

“Yeah, talk. No yelling. Okay Dean.”

Dean simply waves him off.

He walks to her room, farthest from either of them. And gives it a few knocks. But gets no response. He tries to open it, it’s unlocked. So there’s something. He pokes his head in her room.

She's on her bed, with her wireless headphones on, playing some loud rock music but one ear piece is off her ear and sitting behind it. Doing her homework on her laptop.

“Guys, I gotta go.” She says to the laptop.

“Okay, but thanks for your help on the project. We’ll let you know if we need more info.” Her classmate says from the laptop.

“And, Y/N, go easy. I live with my older brothers too. And he’s just trying to protect you. He’s doing the best he can.” said another one of her classmates. Seeing her nod at them.

“You can do it girl, see you in class on Monday." They said. She gives a small friendly wave, and ends their video call. Taking off her headphones, she gets off of the bed.

“I’m sorry, I really had to get my portion of the project done and to the rest of my team.” she said to Dean, casting her gaze down. Waiting for him to yell at her.

“It’s okay, that’s what I was coming in here to talk to you about.” He says.

She looks up at him, not saying a word.

“I can’t protect you from everything out there. Not even life or the supernatural itself. Deep down, I sure as hell don’t want you hunting.” He explains.

That’s why he doesn’t let me out on hunts. She thought.

“I want you to live the normal life. I want you to get an education, a job, a life you are happy with to call your own.” He continues.

“But what if you guys need help?” she asks.

“Cas can always lend a hand. Same for Jack. but you are off limits. You’re 13, you have a long life ahead of you. And I want you to live it.” he says.

She nods.

“Are you almost done?” he asks.

“Almost, I just have to write my research down so we’re ready to present it on Monday.”  

“Well, finish up. I say, you deserve some you time in the Dean Cave.” He says. She smiles, he never lets her do whatever she wants in the Dean Cave. She has the same gadget and tech know-how like Sam. And with her XBox One, she always wanted to play it on his big screen TV in the Dean Cave.

“Just, put everything back the way you found it. You know how I am with technology.” he says. Making her giggle.

“Sure Dean.”

“Oh, and Uh, thanks for breakfast. The eggs were a bit over hard, and the bacon wasn’t quite done. Maybe one of these days I’ll teach you how to cook.” Dean tells her.

“Okay.” she smiles.

She went back to writing her research essay and he went to his room to chill out. And once she was done she hooked up her console to his TV in the Dean Cave and binge played Fallout 4.

Sam was just happy there was some peace in the bunker, not just that day, but the days throughout.

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