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I Need Your Help Part 8

 Summary: Bucky gets an invitation to a family friends wedding and it turns out that his ex girlfriend will be attending as well. Panicked at the thought of seeing her, he asks you, his best friend to attend the wedding with him as his girlfriend in attempts to show his ex that he’s moved on.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 40′s Bucky as always, a bit swearing

A/N: This imagine is getting longer than I expected, I hope you guys are liking it.

Originally posted by ajl-bae


Both you and Winifred walked into the house and let out a deep sigh. “George? James?” she shouts in the empty house. After not getting a response, she turns to you and shrugs. “I guess they went somewhere.”

You nod your head and throw your bags over your shoulder. After getting the dress you both went to a different shop to get shoes as well. Winifred tried paying for both but you politely declined.

“I’m gonna head upstairs and put this stuff away.” you inform her and she nods.

“I’ll get started on dinner.” Winifred says.

“Would you like some help?” you question and Winifred smiles. Bucky only brought Carolyn and you over to the house. She knew he was a flirt when he was younger but he never brought any girl over to the house unless it was a serious relationship.

When Carolyn would come over for dinner or just come over in general she wouldn’t offer to help make dinner or offer to help with anything at all so when you offered to help her make dinner, it made her happy. She was happy knowing her son found the perfect person for him. You were the girlfriend she loved. She would choose you over Carolyn in a heartbeat.

“Yes I would, thank you.” Winifred responded.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.” You smile. Winifred nods her head and you rush upstairs, pushing the door open. You enter Bucky’s childhood bedroom and set down your bags before quickly changing into more comfortable clothes.

Once you were done you make your way downstairs and into the kitchen where Winifred was. You noticed she changed as well.

“What are we making today?” you question as she handed you an apron.

“Chicken with mushrooms and both broccoli and mashed potatoes.” she responds with a smile and I nod. “Did you cook for your family?”

“Yes. My mother was really sick so I would usually cook.” you tell her.

“Can I count on you to cook the mashed potatoes and broccoli?” she questions and you nod, getting the things you’d need.


Bucky walked in the house with his father. They had just got done watching a baseball game together. The smell of chicken filled the air, causing Bucky to take a deep breath.

“Your mother must be cookin’.” George tells Bucky. They walk into the kitchen, seeing both Y/N and Winifred laughing and talking as they cooked.

“Smells good in here.” George speaks. Bucky’s mother snaps her head up and smiles.

“You’re home!” she cheers as she kisses Bucky’s father. Y/N turns her head from her spot at the stove and smiles at Bucky.

Y/N continues to stir around the mashed potatoes while Bucky makes his way over to her. Without hesitation Bucky wraps both of his arms around Y/N’s waist, holding her close to his chest.

“What are you doing, Doll?” he questions as he placed delicate kisses along her shoulder.

“Helping your mom cook dinner.” you respond with a smile. It was unfamiliar to him. Carolyn never helped his mother cook dinner.

“Shoo, shoo, go away! Let her help me, James.” Bucky’s mother waves him off you and you giggle. With a groan Bucky lets you go but stands next to you while you cooked.

“What kind of dress did you get?” he questions as you both stood there in the kitchen.

“A pretty one.” you simply say and Bucky looks at you with a smile.

“Jeez Y/N thanks for the description, it really helped me.” he replied sarcastically.

“Shush, James.” you smirk and Bucky leans over to whisper in your ear.

“Ya know, I’d love to hear you say my name while you’re under me.” he breathes softly, causing you to tense up. Bucky laughs and you clear your throat, looking back at Winifred who was deep into a conversation with her husband.

“Highly inappropriate, James.” you say, keeping your eyes on the food in front of you.

“You’re blushing.” he smiles.

“So?” you murmur.

“Y/N do you ever think about having sex with me?” he asks quietly so that his parents wouldn’t hear him.You wondered why he was asking this question. It was completely out of the blue. He’s never asked you things like this.

Bucky had this new found confidence with you suddenly. It would be a lie if he said he’s never wanted to ask you that question. He’s been wondering what sex with you would be like.

“What?” you blurt, completely thrown off at his question. If you had been drinking water, you would have choked on it.

“You heard me.” he smirked.

“Um,” you gather your thoughts before responding. “Now’s not the time for this discussion, Bucky.”

“Oh c’mon, Doll.” he nudges you playfully. “Maybe we can act on it later.”

You roll your eyes at him and he goes back to thinking about doing intimate things with you. He wondered how you’d sound, moaning his name out loud, getting louder and louder to the point where he’d have to place his hand over your mouth. He bet you’d look nothing but beautiful underneath him.

Then the memories of earlier crossed his mind and he steps away from you quickly. He felt disgusting for what he did with Carolyn. He doesn’t know why he always goes back to her. He feels guilty, he feels as though he cheated on you.

You notice his sudden change in behavior and your eyebrow quirks up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just trying to visualize what you’d look like with a dress on.” he lies but you fall for it.

“Of course you are.” you chuckle. You go back to cooking while Bucky stands there, disgusted with himself. He shouldn’t have gave in.


After dinner both you and Bucky throw yourselves onto the bed. You squirm around, trying to get comfortable but Bucky wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him.

“Bucky no.” you whine as you turn around in his arms to face him.

“Bucky yes.” he responds and you roll your eyes. He stares at you for the longest time while a smile grows on his face. “I really like you, you know?”

“I like you too.” you respond softly. Bucky leans in and kisses you softly, pulling away too soon for your liking. You grab the back of his neck, pulling him into yet another kiss. Bucky chuckles into the kiss at your actions. His hand that was set on your hip slides down onto your thigh. He grips it tightly and pulls it over his leg, getting you even closer to him. You push yourself over on him, now straddling his hips.

You both break from the kiss for some air and you stare down at Bucky. His hands were holding you from your waist and he smiled. Suddenly, you remembered what Winifred told you merely hours ago.

“Bucky.” you breathe, getting off of him. You sit next to Bucky and he soon joins you.

“What?” he questions. “It it about the kiss? I thought it was okay I mean we like each other and-”

“It’s not that, Buck.” you cut him off and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Alright then, what is it?” he asks.

You fiddle with your fingers, not looking up at him as you spoke. “Your mom told me why you and Carolyn really broke up.”

He stiffens up at your words. “Oh.”

You decide to look up at him and sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth? I’m your best friend Bucky. We tell each other everything.”

Bucky made a face when you said ‘best friend’. He didn’t like it. It’s not like he was friend-zoned. You were kissing him a couple of seconds ago.

“I didn’t want you to think I was pathetic. You knew me as a ladies man and would have probably made fun of me if I told you Carolyn cheated on me.” he tells you and you shake your head.

“No, I wouldn’t have. What she did was awful Bucky. No man or woman should have to ever go through that.” you speak as you take his hand in yours.

Here comes the guilt, flooding through him. Everything that him and Carolyn did earlier. He shakes his head, trying not to think about it.

Here you are, a wonderful, gorgeous girl who hasn’t hurt him but yet he’s still chasing after the girl who broke him. “I’m sorry.”

“You can tell me anything Bucky. I’m here for you.” you tell him as you scoot closer to him.

He lets out a sigh as he pulls you into his arms. “I know. Thank you.”

“Come on, lets go to bed.” you suggest. He nods and strips down to his briefs before turning off the light and snuggling up to you.

“Goodnight Bucky.” you murmur as you kiss his cheek.

“Night beautiful.” he responds as guilt consumes him even more.

A/N: How do you guys feel about smut?

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Request: I know this is long but bare with me  I have a request for a DeanxReader where it’s when Sam is in the cage with Lucifer and instead of Dean going to Lisa’s, he goes a tries to find another partner He’s in a random bar and the Reader gets in a bar fight and kicks their ass easily  He chooses her and trains her to be a hunter and they both form feelings for each other but don’t tell one another  Then when Sam is freed, the Reader leaves, and Dean then tells the reader Thank you love

Pairing: Dean x Reader, a little of Dean x Sam

Word Count: 3,252

Warnings: A little bullying in the beginning, Angst near the middle and that’s about it.

A/N: I love this idea so much, I’m so sorry I’m late I’m not sure what happened. Thank you for the request and I really hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this.

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It’s been a long week. Your parents kicked you out, after realizing you could cause danger. You’ve been a hunter for a few years and kept it a secret until today, they found all your books in your room, your research papers, the guns, the blades and so on. This meant for a trip to the bar, then after that you had no clue after.

You arrived to the bar, tear stains on your face and your shirt wet from trying to dry them but there was no use. You walked in and ordered what you usually get when you’re upset, a bottle of whiskey. Not even thinking that you had to drive home after. You were lost in your thoughts after what happened tonight, thinking where to go, what to do and so on until some preppy girls caught your attention as the two of them sat in the booth seat in front of you, giggling and smiling.

“Can I help you?” You slurred, taking another sip out of your whiskey bottle, giving them the “I don’t want to talk” look. “Oh- we just wanted to chat. Hey how do you stay so slim? I’m jealous!” the one blonde said, giggling after. “Yeah! We’re all impressed.” the other blonde said, taking a sip of their fruity shot they brought with them. “I work hard.” You replied, looking at them with confusion. “Oh..*chuckles*..That’s..I’m sorry Amanda, I can’t keep going on with it!” She busted into laughter, nearly spilling her drink.

“Go away, thanks.” You said, giving them a stern look. “Awh, why are you drinking so much whiskey, are you realizing how pathetic you are?” “Fuck. Off.” You warned, slamming your bottle down hard against the wood, almost shattering it. “I bet your parents don’t even love you-” the blonde didn’t even get to finish her sentence before you got in. You grabbed her by the neck of her shirt and threw her on the ground, the other blonde following after. “You- *kick* have- *kick* no- *kick* fucking- *kick* idea!” you yelled in between sobs and deep breaths, kicking the first blonde in the ribs leaving her in pain on the ground. “and you” you warned, pinning the other blonde against the wall and getting in her face. “my body is fucking wonderful, you ass. Just because I don’t have plastic surgery and look like a barbie doll doesn’t mean I’m not- *punch in the jaw* fucking beautiful.” you left them both covered in their own blood, lying on the floor while “helpful” 40 year old perverts who were just drunk and wanted sex came to the rescue, leaving you alone until you heard a deep voice from behind.

“Hiya, quite a fight you put out there.” he said, taking a seat where the girls were sitting before, looking over at the crowd then looking back at you, giving you a nice smirk. He looked either really tired, or really drunk. His eyes were sunken in and his smirk seemed sad, like he’s hiding the pain. “Don’t tell me you’re going to tell me how worthless and fat I am too.” You sighed, looking down at your palms that are wrapped around your bottle. “More like the opposite. Names Dean Winchester, and yours?” “I don’t give out my name right away.”

“Ah, smart girl.” he smiled, taking a shot after. We sat in silence for a few minutes, awkward silence until he started up again, not realizing I just want to be left alone. “You from around here?” “Yup. You?” “Yeah, down the road actually. Where’d you learn your fighting moves from? I’m really impressed.” “What, don’t think a girl like me could fight?” You joked, trying to show him how strong headed you really are. “N-no! I just- you’re freaking awesome.” “I’ll take the complement, Winchester.” you shot him a wink, making him laugh and relax.

~Three years later~

It’s been three years since you’ve met Dean Winchester. Who would’ve guessed that random guy at the bar would become your best friend, well crush also. Lately you’ve been feeling things with Dean. Whenever he talks, all you could do was watch his lips move and wish they were on yours. His voice made your heart beat a thousand times a minute, and he made your knees weak just walking past you. You never planned to like him, hell maybe you’re in love. But he’d never feel the same, never. You two hunt together, after you two started getting close you told each other more and more every day.  That man has saved you more than you can count.

You two were sitting at the kitchen table eating mash potatoes that you made for him for dinner. Everything was fine until you brought up something you should’ve never brought up.. Family.

“So, I never got to know about your family. Brother? Sister? Parents? Spill it Dean.” you looked at him with love and care in your eyes, not knowing what to expect. He looked up at you with shock, then looking down at his food, ignoring your question. “Dean, please. You can trust me.” you begged, taking his hands in yours without even realizing it. When you realized what you did you felt your heart stop, looking at him with fear. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, but comfort. Like he trusts you, like he was about to open up but was scared he’d scare you away.

“My mom died when I was just a kid, my dad when I was around 28. My baby brothers in..he’s dead. He’s been dead for years. Miss him every day. My mom was amazing, not a day goes by she doesn’t cross my mind. Same for Sammy and Dad, loved them to death but god my father was an ass. I started the hunting life when I was 4 and even on top of that I had to watch Sammy all day, all night. It was hard, but it made me who I am today.” he finally finished his story, letting you take in every bit of it in. He didn’t even take his hands out of yours. He looked tired when he finished, he looked drained. Like he just let everything out and now he’s empty.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that right? You’re stuck with me for a very- very long time.” you laughed, trying to cheer him up. He smiled a little bit and looked down at both of your hands, then looking back up at you. “Hey, do you want to learn how to shoot my kind of guns? the REAL kind, not the tiny wussy ones.” he joked, making you laugh too. “Yeah yeah, let’s go.” you replied, walking down the spare room down the hall that had all their hunting things in, locked up.

“This is my favorite, it’s powerful and awesome..like me.” he winked at you, handing the gun to you. God he was right. “I uh- I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.” you sighed, passing the gun back to him. “Here, watch me.” he said, facing the gun to the targets they had hanged up and shooting it. “See, normal but it’s got more force on it, see watch place it in your hands like you normally would.” he passed the gun back to you, running his finger tips across yours after making you get butterflies. “Here, I’ll steady you.” he noticed you were struggling with how heavy it was. He stood behind you and placed his hands on top of yours, placing his fingers in between yours, making you blush thank god he was behind you so he couldn’t see that you were as red as a tomato.

“And…shoot!” you shot, got it right next to where he did. “Good job! I knew you could do it!” he yelled happily, kissing your cheek, tensing up after realizing what he did. “Fuck-uh..sorry I got a little over to happy..” he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head and biting his lip. “It’s fine you dork, let’s go to bed it’s pretty late.” you played it off, not trying to act like you’re dying of happiness inside. “Ok, night y/n!” “N-night.” you stuttered, still in shock after what happened, touching the place he kissed on your cheek with your finger tips like a little school girl, god you were in love. Stupidly in love.

~Two years later~

It was 5 AM and you heard a knock on the door, a loud one too with a few bangs. Sadly Dean was a heavy sleeper and could sleep through an earth quake so you had to get up and see who it was, hoping it wasn’t a demon or something like that.

You put on your pj pants and walked to the door, taking a deep breath before opening. You opened it and saw a random, tall man with a brown jacket and plaid shirt on. “Oh- uh is Dean here?” he asked, taking you to shock. “Um..y-” a voice cut you off from behind, making you jump. “S-Sammy?” Dean trembled, almost falling to the floor. “H-hey'a man..” Sam replied, running into his arms. They both hugged each other tightly, even shedding some tears while you stood there, confused as ever.

“Is this your brother?” You asked. “Y-yeah..Sammy, how?” “I always find a way, I’m never going to stop being up your ass.” he laughed, making him laugh too. After a few moments of awkward silence Sam spoke up again. “So uh- you finally got a girlfriend man?” he nudged him with his shoulder, sending him a wink. “Uh, no she’s my best friend.” If only you were his girlfriend. “Yeah- Y/N Y/L/N. I’ve heard a lot about ya” you said, shaking his hand. “Ah, good things or bad?” “Good, all good.” you smiled.

~A month later~

Things have been okay the last month, but you couldn’t help but feel like you’re in the way. They need to be by their selves without you in the way, family comes first. Dean doesn’t need you anymore, he’s got Sam to help around. You got up, grabbed your suit case that was under your spare bed and packed everything you could in it. Your clothes, photos, and so on. You were looking through one of your boxes of things that meant a lot to you that you had, smiling at the memories you had with your friends before you had to leave them all behind for their sake then you came across a necklace Dean gave you a few years back for your birthday. It had a heart on it with the date that they first met. You felt a tear slide down your cheek and hit your lap. You packed everything in the suit case, and closed the door for the last time. Saying a quiet goodbye to what used to be your room and left, on your own..again.  Back from where you started.

~Dean POV~

It’s around 8 in the morning and I’m now waking up. Something felt weird, like something was wrong or today was going to be a bad day. I got up, pulled on my gray sweatpants, AC/DC shirt and walked into the bathroom. Did my usual morning things but something was different, something felt wrong.

It’s now 10, I’m in the kitchen reading the paper looking for hunts to do while Sammy makes toast. Usually Y/N would be up by now, she was always an early riser. Maybe she stayed up late or didn’t get any sleep, I’m not sure.

It’s 1 now. Something’s gotta be up, Y/N hasn’t came down the hall once and I’m really starting to get worried. Did Sammy scare her away? Did I? Is she sick? Depressed? So much to wonder. I really hope she’s feeling okay, I hate when she’s in pain. Whenever I see her bright beautiful smile, it makes my day no matter how shitty of a day it was. Her sparkly y/e/c  always lighting up so bright it could light up a dark room. Her laugh and voice makes my heart pound so fast-awh what am I kidding everything about her makes my heart pound fast, but she can never know. Never. I am poison, I am a bomb. Everyone who gets close to me, they die and I can’t add her to that list, I can’t. I’d never be able to live with it.

I walked into her bed room, hoping and praying to any angel up  there that she’s okay. I opened the door and saw nothing. Her bed was messy, and all her stuff was gone, my heart broke and I went into full panic mode. She can’t be gone, she can’t be. I ran down the hall into the library where my brother was and tried to hold the tears back.

“Have you seen y/n? She- she’s not in her room..” he looked at me with a confused but scared look. “No, I haven’t since yesterday evening. Maybe she went out?” “and she took all of her stuff with her?” I asked with a sarcastic tone. “I’ll track her down, you go look and think of somewhere where she’d be” Then it clicked, the bar where we first met that’s down the road. I grabbed my keys and drove off without even a goodbye.

10 minutes passed and I finally arrived to the bar, running straight in without a look, running into grumpy men and pushing girls who kept clinging to me away. “Have-have you seen a girl, y/h/c, y/e/c, about this tall?” I asked, trying to catch my breath. “Brown old rugged up car?” “Y-yeah.” “She’s outside, been here all night and won’t leave, maybe you can tell her this ain’t no free motel.” That’s all it took, I ran out the door without even thanking the man and ran straight to her car, the car I knew was hers.

~Normal POV~

I was sitting in my car, laying in the back seat and parked at the bar where Dean and I first met. I don’t even know how much I’ve cried the past night. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat. I got drunk off my ass and now I have a hangover from hell, nice. I heard a loud bang on the windows, making me jump out of my seat. I looked up and saw Dean soaked from the rain, looking at me with the sadness in his eyes kind of the same when he was telling me about his family that one day, that look I never ever forgot.

I opened my car door, allowing him to come in and sit in with me. He climbed in right away and climbed in the back with me, shivering. “Y/N? What- what are you doing here? Why aren’t you h-home?” he asked, looking at me with his jaw clenched. “I had to leave, okay?” “You didn’t have to, you chose to. Why?” “Dean, we don’t have to talk about this just let me be..” I begged, trying to hold back the tears and anger. “No. I’m not leaving. Now tell me why! You promised you’d never leave- right to my face and you left without even a goodbye, why!” I didn’t reply and looked away. “Fucking hell y/n am I not even good enough for an explanation? Are you going to leave me like everyone else did, oh wait you already di-” “CAUSE I LOVE YOU.” I snapped, looking at him with anger and tears running down my face.  He didn’t say a word and just looked at me with shock.

“Yeah, I fucking love you. You can be a douche bag, you can be so self hatred, so mean, so-so selfish when it comes to hunting! but damn it I love you. I love the way you smile, your laugh, your voice gives me chills, the way that day you taught me how to shoot your gun? and you snuck your fingers I in between mine? Yeah, it felt like it was fucking meant to be. Like they were finding a missing puzzle piece, our hands were the puzzle pieces and guess what? they connected, like it was meant to be.” He didn’t make me shut up, he didn’t take his eyes off me for a second, and he didn’t let me stop.

“But you know what sucks? I’m not good enough for you! I’m not some barbie look alike chick you hook up with a lot after we go to the bar, I’m not a beach blonde beauty, and I’m shit! I’m a sad, lonely, broken piece of shit and god damn it Dean I just want you to take my broken pieces and bring them back togeth-” he cut me off pressing his lips hard on mine, taking my breath away. I ran my fingers in his hair and he ran his over my jaw bone, bringing me in harder every second until we couldn’t take it anymore.

“Shut up you dork, and let me get my part in.” he laughed, face inches away from mine. “I love you, so, so much. I never told you cause I’m poison. People get close to me, and they die. I just don’t want to add you to that list, okay? I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself..” “Dean Winchester, you’re an idiot.” he sighed, looking down at his lap. “But you’re my idiot. Every day we get closer, and closer to death. Hell I could die tomorrow and it’d be over for me. But you know what? I’d rather spend every living day happy with you, than not with you at all.” he smiled, the biggest smile I ever saw. It was like all his sadness and doubt was thrown away. The crinkles next to his eyes lit up, and he looked so happy. Like a kid opening presents on Christmas day.

“God, could you be any more perfect?” he whispered, pulling me in for another kiss. “Please, promise me one thing?” he asked, pulling away. “Of course- what is it?” “Don’t tell Sammy I had this chick flic moment with you, I’d never hear the end of it.”  I laughed, making him laugh too. “Your secrets safe with me.” he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you so hard, your lips will probably be swollen by morning. And it was perfect, sitting with him in the rain, nothing but the sound of rain hitting the car and just being together, happily.

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