best day of gym ever

When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

The girl with the sparkling blue chucks

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.195

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: just a fluffly, silly thing I had in mind, I hope you will like it :)

Bucky’s POV

It was the first time since… well … since a really long time, that he was for his own. As Bucky awoke, after the cryo sleep in Wakanda, Steve was always by his side.

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Unforgettable

Author’s Note: So this one-shot is for @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester​ ‘s 600 follower celebration challenge! I chose Prompt #15 and I really love how this turned out. I hope you all like it!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,167

Warnings: Brief nudity (very little).

Dean looked up at you with tears in his eyes as he choked on his breath and tried desperately to stay conscious. You were cradling him as you leaned your back against the wall, cupping your hand on the side of his face. It was surprising that you hadn’t started crying yet; you were trying to stay strong for him, to keep him awake as the blood was trying desperately to push through the thin space in between your fingers on his abdomen. He started coughing up blood then and was attempting a small smile when it stopped; he wanted so badly to hold your hand, to kiss you again, to make love to you; but all he could muster up was grabbing your shirt lightly and leaning his head against your chest.

“No, Dean,” You lifted his head up again. “Stay awake, Dean. Stay with me. Cas will be here soon and we can get back to doing what we do best,” Tears started springing at your eyes and you quickly wiped them away. “Hey, look at me.” And he did; he looked at you with those beautiful green eyes and he gave you a small smile, then started coughing again. “Let’s talk about stuff,” You said quickly, knowing you would be the only one talking. “Remember that time you kissed me for the first time?” Dean smiled again. “That was the best day,” You were crying fully now, trying to stay so strong. “The best day ever.”

Sam had gone to the gym in the bunker for a while to work out, leaving you alone in the kitchen; the extremely dirty kitchen. “Don’t these boys know how to do dishes?” You said quietly to yourself as you turned the stereo on and plugged your phone in, smiling as Luke Bryan’s voice filled your ears. You started swaying your hips to the country song as you turned on the water, letting the dishes soak for a bit as you started wiping down all of the counters and the stovetop.

Dean approached the door to the bunker and could hear music loudly playing and smiled to himself, as that only meant one thing; you were cleaning. Then he felt guilty as he remembered the pile of dishes you and Sam had left in the sink. As he unlocked the door, he mentally planned to go in and help you, but groaned when he heard Luke Bryan and shook his head. Once he arrived in the kitchen, the smile grew on his face again as he watched you dancing, then his eyes roamed up and down your body while the breath caught in his throat. He watched you for a minute, until you turned around and your eyes went wide. You were quick to turn the music down on the stereo as a blush crept on your cheeks. It was bad enough that you couldn’t find the words to tell Dean how you felt about him, now he had caught you dancing and singing; could it get any worse?

”How long have you been standing there?” You said quietly, looking down at your feet, then resuming to cleaning the dishes. Dean didn’t say anything as he walked slowly towards you, a gorgeous smile plastered on his face. “Long enough, I guess,” You said softly, finally making eye contact with him. He kept walking toward you and you folded your arms across your chest. Then his eyes made is way down to your chest as his eyebrows furrowed.

”Is that my shirt?” He asked you with a smile on his face. Your blush grew if that was even possible, and you looked down at your feet again.

”Yup,” At this point your stomach was turning in nervousness; he kept coming closer and you didn’t know what to do, so you turned around and started doing the dishes again. Soon, you felt him behind you, his hands slowly grabbing your hips.

”This is the reason I don’t have any shirts,” At that point it was hard for you to control your breathing. Should you say something? Or just let Dean do what he wanted to? You smiled when you thought of the latter option. You decided to make a bold move.

”Do you want it back?” You turned your head slightly over your shoulder and you could feel his breath on your cheek. He didn’t say anything, so you proceeded to slowly lift his shirt above your head, revealing your lace-covered white bra, causing you to feel Dean tense up. You smiled to yourself and realized that he obviously felt the same way about you. Slowly, you turned around in his embrace and looked up at him with a smile.

He smiled back down at you and raised his hand so it was cupping the side of your face, his thumb slowly caressing your cheek, “Do you want me to kiss you?” You were surprised that he asked, and also very humbled by it. He cared; and he didn’t want to go too fast. It was sweet.

You slowly nodded, “Yes, Dean,” It was almost a whisper and your heart rate grew faster as he softly connected his lips with yours; your legs became jelly and you were almost dizzy, but Dean was holding you so tight there was no way you would fall. When he pulled away, you couldn’t help but smile. And, as if he had given you a Christmas present, you whispered, “Thank you.”

As you finished re-telling that unforgettable day, you looked down at Dean and his eyes were closed causing you to panic. “Dean,” You cried, shaking him. His eyes opened back up again and you sighed a breath of relief as you laid your eyes on his beautiful face.

For the first time since he had gotten hurt, he said something, “Please stop crying,” You could barely understand it, but it didn’t matter. He was saying goodbye, and you weren’t going to let that happen. “Y/N, please. I don’t want the last thing I see to be you hurting like this,” He shook his head and looked away from you. “Cas isn’t going to come.”

He was giving up, and you knew it was coming, too. Dean was going to die and you weren’t prepared for it; you never would be. As you slowly pulled your hand away from his wound, you let more tears fall. You wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled, put his head in your hands. “I love you,” You said for the first time to him, thinking of how awful timing this was. But you didn’t care; you wanted him to know. “I love you so much.”

You leaned down and gave him one last kiss, then ran your fingers through his hair; he always loved that. “I love you, too, Y/N,” He cried, taking all the strength he could muster up to raise his hand and brush your cheek. “Don’t forget about me.”

And you never would.

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Yesterday was one of the best days ever.

First we went to the gym, and then even though it was down pouring we decided to try and go to the pool after. We got there and the storm stayed just barely clear of us that we had sun and blue skies the whole time. Then we decided to go to chipotle and we found our favorite slush and saw the most incredible sky I’ve ever seen on the way. It was a perfect unplanned day of adventures.