Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Word Count: 3171
Author’s Note: Gah sorry this took so long. I’m already starting on prt 9, so hopefully it won’t be as long for the next one.
This morning is a battle. It’s a battle to focus on
really anything but Y/N. I’m just not sure what to make of any of this. I have
no idea what she’s thinking while she flits around the campsite packing up the
sleeping bags and tent while Sam works on breakfast. She doesn’t seem any
warmer to me than she is to Sam, playfully dodging his reach when she steals a piece
of bacon, or than when she grabs Steve’s arm to get an extra lift to push the
tent bag on top of the car. I can’t figure out if this morning was just a weird
thing in an emotional moment or if it was something more.
It’s also a battle over the next stop. She’s sitting
stubbornly on the picnic table holding her atlas while Sam begs her to get in
the car. Steve is rolling his eyes and I’m barely holding back my laughter.
“Come on! You’re being such a princess!” Sam scoffs, “Get
in the car.”
“No! Vegas is not part of the plan!” She shouts back
content: After hearing some
suspicious noises coming out of Dean’s bedroom the night before, Sam
decides to confront his brother.
word count: 2,088
“Dean, we need to talk.”
Sam’s voice sounds very serious
while he leans against the kitchen counter and folds his stupidly
long arms in front of his chest, glaring at his older brother with
the familiar I-don’t-support-your-life-choices look. He
doesn’t even waste his time with a “Good morning” or something
similar and that’s always a bad sign.
Dean, however, isn’t really
impressed by that. He places the bacon onto the hot pan at a
leisurely pace, ignoring Sam completely, until he finally shoots a
quick glance over his shoulder.
“And what’s so important at 7
Sam huffs impatiently. “You know!”
Dean rolls his eyes. “No, I don’t
know. That’s why I’m asking.”
Sam fidgets uncomfortably as if he’d
rather be somewhere else and doesn’t want to have this discussion at
all. And then he starts to gesticulate, flailing his limbs in Dean’s
vague direction, and performs a very complicated dance with his
“How about we talk about last
Quite suddenly Dean’s attention is
grabbed, but he keeps himself from acting like a deer in the
headlights. Instead he clears his throat and asks, a bit croaky,
“What do you mean?”
“Well, just look at you!” Sam
says, pointing at Dean’s face with an accusatory expression. “There
is that stupid grin I’ve seen so many times and I think it’s even
worse than ever before. And let’s not even mention that huge hickey
on your neck.”
Dean ducks his head and tries
forcefully – and highly unsuccessfully – to fight back a blush.
——————————————————————————————————— Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Torture, Swearing A/N: Continuation of THIS prompt (need to read first). After high demand, here is the continuation to my Bucky prompt! ——————————————————————————————————— Feeling the metal cuff
dig into your wrist, you tugged at the rusted chains that kept you bound to
your chair. Letting out a pained grunt, you threw all your weight forwards,
trying anything to get you free.
that’s just not going to work.” A smarmy voice murmured from the shadows,
causing a shiver to run down your spine, “I admire your perseverance though,
you just won’t seem to break…” He continued, moving out of the shadows with a
familiar object clutched in his hands.
“No no no no no…” You
breathed out shakily, pushing yourself back as far as you could go, feeling the
tears roll down your cheeks as your tormentor smiled maliciously.
“You brought this on
yourself…” He whispered, turning the switch and blasting you in the face with
water. Spluttering and wheezing, you felt the familiar feeling of your lungs
searching for air.
You gasped as the onslaught of water stopped. “Are you going to do
what I ask?” The man barked, the whites of his teeth gleaming in the dark.
Feeling a sob build in
your throat, you violently shook your head, holding back a scream as water once
again blasted you in the face.
Waking with a start, you curled up at the head of your bed,
letting out a shaky sob into your hands. You thought you were over your
nightmares, but everything with Bucky had caused it all to come rushing back.
That familiar feeling of not being able to breathe, of feeling your lungs burn
due to an absence of air. Feeling suffocated in your dark room, you grabbed the
jumper you’d thrown on the floor and fled to your usual hiding place.
“I really fucked up, didn’t I?” Bucky murmured, head in his
hands as Steve and Sam stood in front of him.
“Yeah bud.” Steve said, “But so did we, we never should’ve
provoked you into it.” Hand resting comfortingly on his friend’s shoulder.
“Yeah dude, this is on all of us.” Sam sighed, pinching the
bridge of his nose before flopping down on the couch.
“I need some air…” Bucky huffed, pushing himself up and
striding out of the room.
He didn’t know why he did what he did, he just could not
stand the smug looks on Sam and Steve’s faces. He knew that everything they
were saying was true, that he constantly found himself drawn to you, even if
you were always butting heads.
Getting in the elevator, he pressed the button for the roof,
leaning back against the glass wall as it began to rise.
Sitting on the low wall, you took in a deep breath of night
air. From your position, you could see for miles across New York, feeling your
body relax as you focused on the hustle and bustle of the city and the
twinkling lights both above and below you.
“Oh…” You heard quietly from behind you, immediately
swiveling to see who had joined you. “Shit, Y/N… I didn’t know you would be
out here…” Bucky murmured, mouth hanging open slightly.
“Yeah, well… I am.” You growled, having to hold back the
tears that had already sprung to your eyes.
“Look, about earlier I-“ He started, eyes swimming with guilt.
“Don’t!” You snapped, jumping up and moving back towards the
door, halting as his hand gripped your arm. “Let go of me, Barnes.” You
murmured quietly, not even looking in his direction.
“Will you just let me apologise?” He pleaded, voice cracking
slightly as he spotted the tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.
Week 15! I’m finally starting to catch up on series, so hopefully you’ll start seeing your own in here! Note that drabbles are no longer included due to the length of the recs. I hope y’all enjoy this weeks compilation.
“Don’t give me the Face,” Mary says. And the more I watch gifsets of this interaction, the more angry I get with Mary for saying that. Why? Because we as fans know what this Face means. We can see every unspoken emotion that Dean lays out here, and it seems like it goes over Mary’s head. (A discussion of this expression below the cut.)
You couldn’t believe your eyes as you looked over at Dean, you were so angry that you thought steam must have been coming out of your ears and your face must have been bright red. Sam tried to calm you down in the bar, but all you could think about was that stupid bitch with her hands all over Dean. It’s not like he tried to stop her, you didn’t even want to watch more after it looked like she was about to lean in and kiss him.
Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?
Warnings : swearing, bad flirting.
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader
Part 2: Meeting Steve.
It was a couple days before you see your new neighbors again. You still haven’t met Steve, but you’re kind of relieved about that. Ever since you were little you’ve had a crush on Captain America. You really don’t know how you’ll react when you meet him, but you don’t really want to find out.
As you’re walking from the elevator to your door, you see Sam and Bucky’s front door swing open. Please don’t be Steve. For the love of all things Holy, not today. Your scrubs are coated in blood, along with other various bodily fluids; no one should ever have to witness you after a 14 hour shift. Luck doesn’t seem to be on your side this morning.
Sam, Bucky, and of course Steve, come waltzing out of their apartment. By now you’re fumbling with your keys trying to open your door before they can start a conversation. You’re almost able to get through the door before Sam calls out to you.
“Hey Y/n! Come meet Steve!” Yeah, let me just meet my crush while I’m coated in other peoples fluids. Thanks Sam.
You slowly slide yourself back out into the hallway, forcing a smile on your face. You’re standing in front of all three of them, Sam’s giving you a big smile, Bucky is giving you a curious look while looking at your spattered scrubs, and Steve’s blushing while rubbing the back of his neck shyly.Oh my God, wait is he blushing? This man is going to kill me and he hasn’t even spoken to me yet. His muscles are so big, I wonder what he looks like-
“Hi ma'am, I’m Steve Rogers. It’s nice to finally meet you. These two haven’t left me alone about meeting you, Y/n.” He sticks his hand out and you go to shake it. I wonder what they said to him, I’ll have to find out one day.
“Hey Steve, it’s really nice to meet you too.” Your smile is genuine now. Steves eyes are blue like Bucky’s, but his aren’t as gray. They are more ocean blue, and really compliment his smile. Neither of you seem to realize you’re still shaking hands and smiling at each other, until Bucky clears his throat, letting out a laugh.
“Steve, you can stop shaking her hand now, you’re going to rip the poor girls arm off.” Steve shifted his gaze from you to his friends, a brighter blush made its way to his cheeks.
“Oh, right. Whoops.“ He pulls his hand away, returning to rubbing the back of his neck. Must be a nervous habit.
You smile, letting a giggle nervously slip through your lips.
"Well guys, I’m going to head in. I gotta get outta these scrubs.” You play with the bottom of your scrub top, ready to make your way into your home.
"Need any help with that sweetheart?“ Your blush deepens, you manage to laugh and wave Bucky off. You see Steve send him an annoyed glare, while Sam shoves his elbow in his ribs. "What? I’m just offering a little help in return for all the hard work she does at the hospital. It’s called being a gentleman.” You let out a loud laugh, turning your attention to Bucky.
"Buck, has anyone offered you any help in return for all you’ve done for the country yet?“ Your voice sounds flirty, which never happens. You’re usually are shy and quiet, but for some reason you’ve stepped out of your bubble.
A large smirk lays on his face, and Sam and Steve just look shocked. They probably didn’t expect that response from you. Bucky walks closer to you until he’s so close you have to lean back to look up at him.
"No doll, I can’t say anyone’s given me a proper thank you yet.” Oh God, if I didn’t have my eyes on Steve since I was 5, I’d be pouncing on you in a heartbeat. Damn.
You smile, and trail your fingers up his chest, “Well then Sergeant, you should probably find someone to do that for you.” You wink and flick his nose, making the other two men break into a fit of laughter. Buckys smirk drops, but one makes its way to your face.
“Don’t worry Doll, I’ll get a thank you from you one day.”
“Keep on dreamin’, Barnes. Bye guys, I’ll see you around!” You’re about to shut your door when Sam stops you again.
“Hey Y/n, we’re actually probably going to order pizza and watch a movie tonight, wanna join?” YES. I only have two nights off this week, this sounds perfect and relaxing.
“Yeah, that sounds great! I’ll come by around 8?”
“Perfect! See you then! Oh, and wear your PJ’s! It’s going to be a PJ party!” You hear the two super soldiers groan at the announcement, making your chuckle. They all turn to leave as you do, but you turn around one last time to sneak a peek at them. When you do, you find a pair of ocean blue eyes already back on you.
Summary: Dean gets jealous when he finds out the reader has a date and he tries to tag along.
Nails painted? Check.
Freaking the fuck out? Check.
Tonight you have a date. It’s not just a date, it’s a huge decision. It will either make or break your fucking world. Maybe that sounds a little dramatic but it’s true. It will completely alter your life and you’re praying it will be the outcome you want.
Some short crappy imagine of Bisexual!Dean when he just picks fights with cute/hot guys at the bar and they get all frustrated and say,
“Well fucking blow me Winchester,”
And Sam just has this terrified look on his face that says ‘please don’t.’
While Dean is just smirking almost comically and I just—
Cas is just sitting there done with life, but still smirking all misha like, and he says, “He’s my boyfriend, but I don’t blame you for trying because he gives one hell of a blowjob”
Week 13 is here!! Fics from this week come from the last two weeks, so please be aware that this one is probably going to be LONG. Keep in mind that sometimes I don’t get notifications for everything I’m tagged in. If you really want me to read a fic you’ve posed, send it to me via IM and I will read it right away. Enjoy this weeks compilation!
*Little note: There are some smut fics that are left out of this. They will be included in next weeks RIW. I don’t read smut while I’m at work, and I won’t have time tonight to read them and get this up in time, so I’ve liked all smut fics I’ve been tagged in to read this weekend. I hope y’all understand!
Summary: Sam is jealous of you watching WWE. Pairing: Sam x Reader Other Characters: Dean. Finn Bálor (Not a character, but he’s mentioned) A/N: Apparently, now I have a crush on Finn Bálor - thanks to @flightofthefantasies - and you all have to suffer the consequences.
“Do it, do
it.” You yelled at the TV. “Come on, Finn, just do it.”
to you with a scared look on his face.
first time ever – after insisting for days –, he was watching WWE with you, and
was apparently surprised by your reactions to the TV.
they can’t hear you, right?” He asked.
You slapped his arm.
laughed, and your boyfriend stared at your with his jaw dropped. You’ve never hit him or tell him to shut up. At
least, not that harshly.
“Did you… Did
you just slap me?”
him completely, you stood up when Finn – the
Finn Bálor – held the man down.
baby, you can do it.” You yelled. “Go, go, go.”
you were far too interested in WWE, but how couldn’t you? It was addicting. Of
course you knew it was all scripted, but it was much more amusing than any Doctor Sexy Dean watched.
your boyfriend by your side once again and, when Bálor was declared winner, you
celebrated loudly, jumping up and down.
call him baby?” Sam stared at you, completely shocked.
You finally looked at him, and your
boyfriend was frowning deeply and angrily when you did. Between the two
brothers, Dean was the one with the whole Alpha male appearance, but Sam was the
on.” You rolled your eyes, sitting on his lap. “He’s just a wrestler.”
He gave you
a bitch face that made Dean laugh out loud.
all scripted.” He argued.
You rolled your eyes. “It doesn’t change the fact that it is funny to watch.”
boyfriend frowned even more.
is almost naked.” He pointed, and you laughed. “I could see him have a boner right there, and he wasn’t even
trying to hide it.”
“And he’s no AJ Styles, babe, he doesn’t get horny there.” You hid your face on the crock of his neck, laughing at his overreacting. “ And if he ever does… Well, that makes it even more fun.”
He tugged on your hair, pulling your face so he could look at you.
your head in a laugh, not even noticing how Dean had left the place, and gasped
when you felt his sharp slap on your clothed ass cheek.
whined, and stood up when you pushed you away.
“Go to the
bedroom.” He said, his eyes dark and his tone rough. “I’m gonna show you what