Note: If this is too short, I apologize! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME! Thank you for the request, sweets! .c
Request: the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend pls :)
Ever since you became a couple, or even started liking each other, Bucky was always by your side. Everyone in the Avengers tower knew that if they needed to know where you or Bucky were, they’d always find you two together. If Bucky wasn’t jumping in front of a bullet for you, he was snuggling so close to you, you could feel his heart thudding against his chest. You loved being with Bucky as much as he loved being with you.
Bucky was searching all throughout the tower for you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes speedily scanning around every room he walked into. You weren’t in bed with him when he woke up and it was making him nervous. He needed to be around you at all times, or else he feels like you’re in some sort of danger. The guys on the team always tease him and say he’s clingy and overprotective. Bucky always shrugged them off and said he’s neither of those, but deep down, he knew it was probably true. But he didn’t care and neither did you.
You were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and laughing as Wanda taught Vision how to make pancakes from scratch. It wasn’t the most easiest thing to learn when you can’t even eat the food. You shook your head as you giggled, watching Vision send you a confused glance. And possibly a silent cry for help.
Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, the left one feeling cold. You smiled and leaned against Bucky’s chest, patting his forearms resting on you. “Morning, handsome.” You said softly with a smile. His face nuzzled in your neck and he inhaled your light scent of body wash. “You weren’t in bed.” He muttered sleepily, swaying against you.
You frowned slightly and nodded. “I know, I wanted you to sleep in a little.” You replied, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He sighed and moved his arms to slither around your waist, pulling you even closer. Before he could reply, you heard chuckles coming from the kitchen table.
“Bucky, you’re so clingy.” Sam said with a head shake as he stuffed his mouth with food. You rolled your eyes at the way he was eating like an animal. “He is not.” You defended Bucky, hearing him whimper against you.
“He kind of is.” Clint added as he poured himself a third glass of milk. Tony snatched the jug from Clint’s hand just as he finished pouring it and angrily looked at him. “Wanna buy yourself a cow to keep around or buy a jug every two days?” Tony snapped at Clint, screwing the cap back on.
Clint rolled his eyes and moved back to the kitchen table, a few laughs sounding through the room. Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, pulling you further against him. You were on a stool at the kitchen island, so your whole back was pressed against Bucky, not an inch of space between the two of you.
“Tony, tell Spam and Clit that Bucky isn’t clingy.” You said as you took a bite of your own food. Steve snorted at the silly nicknames and you heard Nat laughing into her hand, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. You could feel the chuckle vibrating against your back from Bucky. The two men glared at you and you shrugged at them.
“No, he’s most definitely clingy.” Tony stated with a cocky grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Bucky sighed against you and hid his face in your shoulder again. “Am not.” He sleepily chimed in.
You noticed Sam looking at Clint, the two grinning mischievously. “Don’t.” Steve warned, raising an eyebrow, pointing his spoon at the two trouble makers. He already knew what was about to happen.
But it was too late. The two had set their plan in motion. “So, Y/N, I was thinking we could train together later.” Sam said as he took a sip of his orange juice, his playful gaze set on the brooding and intimidating man behind you.
Bucky’s head shot up and his eyes landed on Sam. “She most certainly will not. She only trains with me so I know she’s not getting hurt.” Bucky said with a much rougher tone. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and you sighed, finding it ridiculous how they were pushing Bucky.
The three men laughed together at Bucky’s reaction. “And overprotective too!” Tony piped, holding his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. Your mouth was hanging open, you were so shocked. “Enough! He isn’t clingy! And his protectiveness isn’t even that bad!” You defended Bucky once again. You hopped off of your stool and pulled Bucky along to your bedroom, leaving the others behind.
You sighed as you stepped into your room and Bucky was silent, his hand slipping out of yours. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered softly, so much so, you almost didn’t hear it. You turned to face Bucky and gasped. “Do not apologize! Bucky, they’re just-just being idiots.” You groaned, walking up to Bucky.
Your arms slithered around his waist and his hands held your cheeks. “I just like having you with me.” Bucky said quietly, his blue eyes looking back and forth between yours. You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.
“Next time they tease you, it will be the last time.”
You were currently washing the dishes. Bucky was leaning against the counter beside you, his arms crossed and his shoe nudged against your sock covered foot. The small contact made you giddy inside. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you clean the dishes. He offered to help but you insisted on doing them yourself.
“You don’t have to sit here and be bored, baby.” You said as you rinsed off a plate, the suds sliding off. Bucky shook his head quickly, his dark hair framing his face. “No, I wanna be beside you.” Bucky said, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and giggled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.
You sighed lightly and smiled up at Bucky. “Okie dokie.” You hummed before going back to washing the dishes. Bucky visibly tensed when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. He was always alert around you, not wanting anyone to hurt you. But when he saw who it was, he still didn’t relax.
“Why are you hovering over her like that?” Clint asked Bucky, his eyebrow quirked in an amused way. Bucky’s shoe moved from your foot and you turned around, keeping your soapy wet hands in the sink. “He wants to. Now get out.” You snapped, turning back to your task.
Bucky sighed and tapped his metal fingers against the counter. “No, no. It’s alright, I should go work out anyways.” He said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head before walking away. You wanted to go after him, but instead, you turned your attention to Sam and Clint after drying your hands with a towel.
“You two better stop teasing him about this. After everything he’s been through, I’d rather him be clingy than distant. Which is what he’s doing now because you two won’t leave him alone!” You shouted as you threw the towel at Sam’s face. He caught it just in time and creased his eyebrows at you.
“We’re only joking, Y/N.” Sam said as he tossed the towel to the kitchen island. You scoffed. “It’s not funny! Either you two stop it or I’ll make your lives miserable!” You seethed at the two, smacking their arms.
Clint shouted dramatically and Sam stared at you shocked, holding his arm. “Fine!” Sam shouted, walking out of the kitchen. Clint was mumbling to himself as he followed Sam and you rolled your eyes.
You were tired of them making Bucky feel like he was a burden. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Bucky. He was the sweetest thing and you knew you brought him comfort just as he brought you comfort. So what if he was clingy and protective over you?
You stepped out after the elevator doors opened on the gym floor, and you walked down the hallway to the gym doors. Bucky was sitting on the weight bench, lifting a weight with his flesh hand, his bicep flexing as he lifted. His eyes were focused on the mat, sweat already trickling down his forehead. You slowly approached him and stood in front of him.
“They won’t mess with you anymore.” You said softly, watching Bucky continue to lift the weight. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “They’re right.” He grunted, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You frowned and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Bucky, I’d rather you be clingy than distant.” You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his that held the weight.
Bucky set it down on the mat and sighed, wiping his hand on his sweats. “Y/N, I could back off sometimes. ” He replied sadly, his blue eyes moving from yours to his shoes. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Bucky, I would die if I went five minutes without being with you.” You whispered, wiping his hair off of his sticky forehead. His heart fluttered as your fingertips outlined his jaw.
His hands rested on your hips and he gave you a small smile, lightly squeezing you. “Don’t go dyin’ on me, Doll. I love you too much.” Bucky said, making you blush like before. You giggled and Bucky hummed at the sound, pulling you closer to him. You straddled his lap and gently pressed your lips to his. Bucky’s hands held you closer than ever, your chests pressed against each others, your breath mingling together, hands grasping at one another.
You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, leaning your forehead on Bucky’s. “I love you too, Bucky. You’re not clingy, I promise.” You said softly, playing with his hair. He nodded, gently grazing his nose back and forth against yours. “Overprotective?” He questioned softly as he squeezed you again.
You shook your head and laughed softly. “Not at all. But, you don’t have to take every bullet for me.” You said with a quirked eyebrow. Bucky pulled away from you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t risk losing you.” Bucky mumbled, his metal thumb pressing into the skin of your waist. “You won’t.” You said, resting your hand on Bucky’s cheek.
Bucky sighed and pulled you in for a hug, his arms holding onto you so tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. “You’re stuck with me.” You added with a giggle. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “I’m fine with that.” Bucky said with a wide smile.
Hi! Bts reaction to you holding on to him and thrusting up during sex while moaning. 💖💖💖thank you!
BTS reaction to you asking them to choke you during rough sex? Thanks
There I go again with the mixing of requests.
WARNING: DADDY CONTENT. This isn’t a representation of sexual abuse. Is a version of two party agreement.
You were holding on him so tightly, even Jin was feeling the scratches on his back. And honestly it was getting out of control. You knew his back was his pride and any scratches you left on his back meant he can’t show his back for a while. Automatically his hand locked itself around your neck, gentely choking you. “I was clear when I said no scratches on my back. But you just never listen, do you?” He said as he thrusted so hard you choked out a moan containing the word “Yes.”
Yoongi hated when you were quiet during sex. He liked to hear you mewing and begging. It made him proud of his work, but sometimes you were keeping quiet on purpose, then Yoongi just snapped. Just like he did now. His hand wrapped around your neck touching the exact place to make your head lightweighted. “You wanna keep quiet? Fine. Now you won’t be able to say anything at all, huh princess?” with every word he delivered a new harder thrust and make your eyes water with tears, but after all, that’s why you kept quiet.
Namjoon hold a certain pride in choking you. He liked the whole idea of it. The way his fingers will just wrap around your neck, making your voice stop, was giving him such a strong feeling of pride that no one else knows how to touch you but him. When he wanted an answer he’ll loose his fingers giving you time to breath in which he just pound into you so hard, the oxygen will come out of your lungs. “Such a beautiful girl. Daddies girl.”
Hobi didn’t like to choke you honestly. He only did as apunishment, when you were such a bad girl, Hoseok just had to make you pay. He knew that no punishment made you behave like when he choked you. You were his little girl and when your oxygen was stopped you knew not to mess with him and that things were serious. But instead of letting you go, this whole situation turned him on even more and he thrusted into you so hard, you had to hold on to him.
You both liked choking. He choked you somtimes to the brink of unconciousness. And just before you feel like you can take it anymore, he will loose his hand from around your neck. Gently kissing your neck over and over again. “Daddy loves you so much. You did great. I’m sorry if I went a little overbroad it’s just that I can’t control myself when you look at me with those eyes. Y/n baby, stop teasing, I’m trying to be gentle here. That was it! You want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you.” H said as he thrusted in you balls deep, making you cry out loud.
Tae just loved choking you. That was it. It’s one of his biggest kinks. Thrusting hard into you, seeing your body bounce so hard because of the thrusts he delivered. Your hair messy, your lips chanting his name like a prayer, the diamond Gucci custom made choker shining on your neck. It was the highest class leather with diamonds on it. When he tugged on it, your face became pure perfection. “A beautiful kitten with a beautiful pussy are you? That’s right. Try to tell daddy how much you love it when he tuggs on it.”
Respect and discipline was all Jungkook asked for in the bedroom. No messy acts, no going out of line, unless…when you were so crazily beautiful, he just couldn’t control himself. Layed in front of him, naked, only the knee-high socks covering your feet. A beauty. But…disrespectful one. “You really had to do that? You really want to try my patience, do you? On your hands and knees!” But on your hands and knees he could control himself. He couldn’t, however, when you turned around, meowing like a little kitten, begging him to go a little faster. He lost it all. His hand wrapped itself tightly around your neck, his lips inches away from your ear. “Like this?” and the golden man just couldn’t let his pride get hurt, hwne he thrusted into you so hard, you became putty in his hands.
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that
A/N: I KNOW I KNOW IT’S BEEN SOOOOOOOO LONG BUT I’M BACK IN ACTION I HOPE THIS WAS WORTH THE WAIT MY BEAUTIFUL PIECES OF CHEESECAKE! Also I’ll edit this tomorrow :) I hope ya enjoy!
“Holy shit.” Pietro’s eyes are widened. “Holy shit.”
You hear the platinum blonde laugh a bit and you smack his arm. “It’s not funny.”
“I never said it was.” he giggled.
“I’m sorry my love it’s just-” he starts laughing again and you scowl. You charge at him, ready to hit him upside the head but he’s quick and grabs your hands, trapping them in his. “That’s very mean, honey.”
You struggle, trying to release your hands from his hold but it’s no use. “My situation is not funny, asshole.” you grunt.
Pietro laughs again, turning you around and hugging you tightly, your back to his front. You wriggle, trying to set yourself free but it doesn’t work. “If I had known all it took for you to admit your feelings was for Natasha to press on the matter, I would have been done so long ago.”
“Technically, I admitted my feelings for Bucky to Nat, not Bucky.” you correct but before Pietro could respond, the door opens revealing a smiling Bucky and Natasha.
Your body goes a bit limp in Pietro’s arms, seeing them smiling together. She probably told Bucky about your crush on him and they probably laughed and laughed. Who wouldn’t? It was stupid that for 5 years you were so hung up on Bucky thinking that you’d might actually have a chance with him when in reality, good looking guys like him don’t fall for their not-so-hot best friend.
Get a grip.
Bucky’s eyes lock on you and Pietro and his smile drops completely. You think he’s angry at you or that this is all so awkward. What do you say to someone who likes you when you don’t even like them back?
What you didn’t know was that he was getting a bit jealous, seeing Pietro with his arms around you. He wanted to walk over there and snatch you from him. Show Pietro that you where his girl and only his. Natasha catches on to Bucky’s aggravated demeanor and pulls him down to her level by his shoulder.
“Talk to her.” she whispered.
You look away as soon as she pulled him down towards her. You didn’t want to see the happy couple being all… happy.
Bucky nods and straightens up, clearing his throat in the process. He puts on his best ‘I’m-not-about-to-have-a-serious-panic-attack’ face and strides over to you all while mentally killing Pietro in about 100 different ways.
But when he stood in front of you, his mind completely went blank.
You didn’t even notice when Pietro let you go and went to stand by his sister and Steve. You glance at Bucky quickly before staring at your sock-covered feet, shifting from one foot to the other. Everyone in the room was staring at you like you were some zoo animal.
Bucky opened his mouth but then closed it soon after. Where was he supposed to start? What was he supposed to say? The brunette looks over his shoulder at Nat who gestured her hands at him. He nods and looks at you, tapping your shoulder like the two of you were in kindergarten to ask you for a crayon because he accidentally left his at home.
You look at him, waiting for him to speak first but instead of speaking, he quickly swoops down, capturing your lips in a sudden kiss. You almost melt into it. Almost.
But before you could pull away yourself, Natasha yanks the soldier away from you, frowning at him. “What are you doing?!”
Your lips tingle as you slap your hand against your mouth. “Nat I’m so sorry I-”
“I said talk to her not kiss her, you idiot!” she shouts.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I blanked!” he exclaimed, trying his best to dodge the punches Natasha was giving him.
Once she was done, she points over to you. “Talk to her.”
Bucky nods and turns back to you, taking a step closer to get away from Nat. He breathes in. “I-”
But you cut him off with a slap to the face, shocking Steve, Nat, Wanda, Bucky and Pietro. He holds his cheek and gives you a confused look. You fold your arms across your chest as your eyes swell with tears. “How dare you kiss me, James Barnes.” you snap. “You can’t just do that! You have a girlfriend for fucks sake! Who just so happens to be standing right over there and I am most definitely not one of those girls who hook up with their best friends boyfriend behind her back! I will not hurt my best friend like that! She means more to me than anything and I-” you choke on your tears, turning to Natasha. “I’m so sorry Nat. I never meant for all of this to happen. I tried to hard to keep my feelings out of the way but you just kept pushing the subject and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. Actually, I was hoping you never found out at all and that my feelings would just go away but my dumbass got overwhelmed and told you that it was Bucky who I have been madly in love with for five years.”
You shake your head, wiping away your tears as you make eye contact with a very surprised Bucky. “Yeah, you were the guy I had a crush on. The guy who had a girlfriend and only saw me as a friend. Don’t act so surprised, Barnes. I’m sure Nat told you when you two went to talk.”
Bucky stayed quiet. Actually, everyone stood quiet and that frustrated the hell out of you. “So there, everything’s out in the open. I’ve liked you for five years,” you point to Bucky. “I’m sorry that I like your boyfriend,” you point to Natasha then clap your hands together. “And that’s about it. Over and done with. Don’t worry I’ll get over you soon, just.. please stay away from me.” you pause and sniffle, wiping away those stupid tears that keep coming back. “Okay, conversation over. I’m gonna go and read a book or something - maybe sleep. I dunno yet.”
You move towards the door, wanting to go to Wanda’s room or even Tony’s room - anything to get away from Bucky but before you could leave, he grabs your hand and pulls you back.
“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” he spoke softly.
You scoff and yank your hand away from him. “I don’t need to hear your rejection speech, Bucky. I know you want to be with Natasha I mean, what was I thinking? I was only your best friend. Nothing more.”
You step around Bucky but again, he pulls you back, pressing his lips to yours in another kiss and this time you’re the one who pulls away. Frowning and damn near ready to explode, you repeatedly hit his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Bucky catches your hands in his, causing you to stop hitting him. You look at him and he smiles. He fucking smiles. “I love you.”
And there goes the little self control you had left. You kick Bucky’s leg and he lets go of your hands to tend to the spot you just kicked. While doing this, you start hitting his shoulder. “You can’t say that! Honestly, what’s wrong with you! You’re dating Natasha, my best friend if you’ve forgotten and I am not going to hurt her! You can take your shitty ‘I love you’ and shove it right up your a-”
“Y/N!” Natasha exclaimed, catching your attention. You notice she’s sporting a smile and you give her a confused look. Why is she smiling? Her boyfriend just kissed her best friend! “Let him talk, will ya?”
You knit your eyebrows together. “But he-”
“We’re not dating.” she says. “We never really were.”
You look at Bucky then at Natasha then back at Bucky, waiting for him to confirm or deny what she just said but he just stands there, mouth opening and closing. Natasha rolls her eyes.
“Long story short, he was using me because of the attention and I was using him because of the attention.” you’re still confused and Nat sees this which causes her to continue. “I missed Bruce and I filled that emptiness with Bucky and he wanted to be with you but he didn’t think you felt that way about him so he filled that emptiness with me. We were just using each other. We were a distraction for each other. I never really liked him and he never really liked me. We were lying to ourselves. Bucky likes you, Y/N.”
“Oh..” you nod, eyes wandering to the floor while everyone waited for another reaction. You kept nodding your head as you processed everything Natasha told you. Bucky and Nat don’t like each other. He likes you. He likes you. Holy shit, he likes you! Is this real life? Should you pinch yourself? You glance around the room and subtly pinch yourself. Ouch. Definitely real life. Your eyes travel up to lock with Bucky’s and you gasp. “Oh!” you immediately wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry for hitting and kicking and slapping you, Buck! Oh my god, I’m so so so sorry.” you pull away enough to cradle his face in your hands. The brunette laughs and takes your hands in his.
“It’s okay, baby doll.” he says before placing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.
You look over at Natasha before making your way over to her. “Are you still my best friend?”
She cocks her head to the side. “Are you still mine?”
You smile. “Of course.”
Nat’s lips spread into a grin. “Same here.”
You hug the red head, squeezing her tightly while she laughed. When you pulled away, she looked over at Bucky. “See Bucky, I told you. Sisters before misters.”
The super soldier playfully rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, can I have her back now?”
The red head smirked. “For now.”
You laugh at the two as you walk back over to Bucky.
“I love you too, by the way.” your words make Bucky chuckle as his cheeks tint pink.
“So are we good?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours.
You nod. “We’re good.”
The two of you hug each other and while doing so, Pietro comes next to you. “What did I tell you, my love?”
Even with your face buried in Bucky’s chest, you can still see the stupid smirk that’s plastered on the speedy sokovian’s face. In response to Pietro’ s words, Bucky takes a step away from him, bringing you with him. You smirk against his clothed chest and look up at him.
“Why’d you move?”
“Huh? Oh I just… wanted to stretch out my legs a bit.” he shrugged.
Your smirk only grows as you fully pull away from Bucky’s hold. “Mhm.”
Bucky takes your hand in his, the two of you walking out of your room. “I did!”
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, draping his arm over your shoulders. “I may or may not get a little jealous when you’re around Pietro.”
“I knew it!” you laugh.
“I mean, he calls you ‘my love’ like hello, excuse me, she’s mine, back up blondie.” he spoke and you laugh even more.
Bucky looks at you and smiles. “Shut up.” you two unknowingly make it to the elevator and once the doors close, he kisses the top of your head. “Wanna go get a milkshake?”
You nod. “Hell yeah I do.”
After all, getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing.
A/N: ONE MORE PART TO GO SUCKAASSSS. Tell me what ya think!
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Warnings: Mentions of racism. Flashbacks. Angst.
the little occurrence at the motel twenty four hours ago, you’ve been held in
the Stark tower and interrogated by Alexander Pierce himself. He was convinced
that you were working with Bucky and conspiring with him on multiple terrorist
attacks, which was highly untrue. You had a perfectly clean record; you hadn’t
even missed a single day of school until now, so the thought of you having
anything to do with The Winter Soldier and Hydra was complete bullshit
according to Nick Fury.
was there the entire time as well, countering every little accusation that
Pierce threw at you with hard facts. Every attack that had happened in the last
few months happened while you were seeing by numerous people on the other side
of the city. Hell, even your professor confirmed your whereabouts on those
dates, but that didn’t stop Pierce from threatening you.
think we’re forgetting that she was kidnapped,” Fury spoke as he crossed his
arms. “And held hostage for an entire day and a half. There were multiple
witnesses that saw him not only chasing her, but abducting her as well.”
is why I believe she knows something,” Pierce countered, peering over at you
with a frustrated scowl. “Why on earth would Hydra’s top assassin go absolutely
haywire and kidnap this random woman? Why her? What made him act that way?”
rolled your eyes and took another sip of your coffee. You were beyond exhausted
and wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and sleep forever. You
hoped and prayed that Bucky would magically appear in your apartment, but you
knew the chances were slim to none.
I leave now?” you asked, your eyes staring at the metal table below you.
Pierce spoke briefly, before standing from the chair. Without another word, he
left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
kid,” Fury sighed as he sat in the empty chair across from you. He rubbed his
temples with his fingertips. “Did the guy mention anything to you? Where he was
going or anything like that?”
shook your head, feeling the familiar burn of tears threating to form in your
eyes. “No,” you answered, swallowing the lump in your throat. He didn’t mention
anything. You both were pretty preoccupied before Steve popped up, but you
completely left those intimate parts out. You didn’t exactly fancy talking
about your sexual escapades with random people.
he nodded, giving you a tight smile as he stood from the chair. “We’re gonna
have you fill out some paperwork and you’ll be on your way. I’ll send Rogers in
here; he’s dying to talk to you.”
nodded, giving him a small smile. However, on the inside, you were screaming.
You had so many bones to pick with Steve at the moment; you wanted all of your
questions answered immediately.
few minutes after Fury excused himself, the door squeaked open and you heard
the familiar sound of a shield being set down against the floor. The sound of a
chair scraping against the floor filled the room, followed by a deep sigh.
you know?” you asked, avoiding his eyes.
a long, pregnant pause he answered.
long?” you demanded.
entire time,” he admitted, his eyes filled with sadness. You scoffed.
knew me,” you confirmed. “The old me. Jane.”
eyes lit up as soon as he heard the name fell from your lips. He nodded once
again, sniffling softly. You looked over at him, expecting him to be in tears
of sadness, but instead, you found him smiling. You looked down at the manila
folder in his hands curiously, your eyes flickering back to him.
that?” you asked warily.
placed the folder down on the table and gently slid it towards you.
your life, Y/N.” He replied. You inhaled deeply as you opened the folder.
there was a giant older photo of you, smiling brightly. It looked as though it
was taken in one of those old school photo booths from the Coney Island
carnivals. Your hair was curled in the typical 1940’s fashion, your lips dark
with the red lipstick you always wore. Your dress was a deep red with little
white polka dots. Beside you was Bucky. He grinned that same dorky grin from your
memory as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned his head against
yours. He looked so happy and full of life.
happened to me?” you asked, feeling the tears run down your cheeks.
1943, you were diagnosed with lung cancer from second hand smoke. You died six
months later.” Steve replied, blinking away his own tears that threatened to
next photo was one of the three of you. Steve was in the middle, with you and
Bucky on either sides of him, holding up what looked to be a birthday cake. You
let out a small laugh at the sight of tiny, pre-serum Steve with a party hat
perched on his head. The three of you looked as though you were laughing
hysterically, enjoying each other’s company.
flipped over to the third photo, which was a black and white picture. It was
taken at the beach this time. Only, instead of Bucky or Steve, your arm was
wrapped around a very beautiful and much younger brunette and vice versa. She
was holding a lollipop in her hand, her head resting on your shoulder as she
grinned. You squinted as you took in her features. She was familiar, but not
enough to ring any bells.
is this?” you asked, picking the photo up.
Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s younger sister.” Steve answered, smiling sheepishly.
“That was taken on the day you both met for the first time. Bucky took the
felt your head ache once again, and this time, you didn’t fight it.
“Okay, dolls,” Bucky laughed as he
peered into the camera and aimed it at the two of you. “Make sure you actually
look this time, this film is expensive as hell.”
Usually, people didn’t lean in too
close to you. They usually awkwardly stood beside as if they were forced by
some invisible threat. No one liked taking pictures with colored people, and
that instantly sent a wave of anxiety through you. But to your surprise,
Rebecca scooted as close to you as possible and flung her arm over your
shoulders. She rested her head on your shoulder and grinned.
You swore you felt your heart nearly
fly out of your chest. Nevertheless, you found yourself smiling like an idiot
at the camera.
“Okay you two,” he exclaimed. “On
You both stood as still as possible as
he pressed the button, causing the giant flash to temporarily blind you both.
You giggled as you rubbed your eyes, trying to rid your sight of the little
dark spots that swarmed your vision.
But just as you set your hands down,
you felt Rebecca lean in close to your ear and cup her hands around her mouth,
her eyes flickering over to Bucky as he fiddled with the camera.
so glad I met you, Jane!” she whispered with a smile. “I’ve always wanted a
Steve repeated, this time his voice was a bit louder. You blinked, shaking your
remember!” you breathed, peering back up at a highly concerned Steve as he
stared back at you in confusion. “She told me a secret that day.”
know,” Steve chuckled as he took the photo from your hand and stared down at
it. “You wouldn’t stop talking about it for days. It took you an entire week
for you to finally shut up.”
both let out a laugh, a genuine laugh that held no type of ill feelings or
found out a whole lot about yourself the past two years.
name was Jane Collins; you lived with your younger sister, June. You grew up in
New York City with your family. You wanted to become an actress like your idol,
Judy Garland. You absolutely loved polka dot dresses and worked at an ice cream
shop named Lucy’s, where you met Bucky in 1939.
of all the things you couldn’t stand, you absolutely hated cigarettes. The mere
smell of them made you automatically nauseous, which was so ironic, seeing as
you ended up addicted to them in this life.
as you began regaining memories, you began to wonder if Y/N Y/L/N was even a
real person anymore. Should you go by your new name in this life, or should you
be Jane? You were so confused.
life now is a fresh start,” Natasha told you one day as you both met for
lunch. The sun shined down on her fiery red hair, giving you a perfect muse to
draw later. “Sometimes it’s best to leave the past in the past.”
words struck you like a cord. She was right. As much as you wanted to be Jane
for Steve, you weren’t that woman anymore. Sure, it would cause comfort for
him, but you were you. You had to live in the moment and be who yourself.
since you found out your true nature, Steve began bringing you around the tower
more often. You quickly formed a friendship with everyone, especially Wanda,
who was intrigued by your story the most. You began to think of the Avengers as
a little second family.
spent your days attending school, trying to focus on your career and your
studies. But no matter what, your thoughts always went back to the same man,
Bucky Barnes. Where was he? Was he safe? You prayed he was.
had tried to set you up with a few men here and there, but you found yourself
denying them each time. It wasn’t out of spite or anything, you just…weren’t
interested. Truth be told, you weren’t interested in anyone else than a certain
brown haired super soldier. You knew it was childish, but you didn’t care
anymore. You wanted to see him again, and if that meant waiting around like a
crazy cat lady, so be it. Steve tried to tell you how unrealistic that was, but
you only responded by raising your fuzzy sock covered foot and giving him a
gentle kick to the face, sending him flying off your couch.
made your way up the final stair case in exhaustion. Your hands were occupied
by your large, freshly dried canvas that you would be turning in for your final
tomorrow. This would be your final project before graduation and you had to
make sure it was perfect, even if that meant staying up until five am like you
did the night before.
you approached your door, fishing your keys out of your coat pocket, you froze.
door was open.
you tended to rush as you left and forgot simple things, but not once had you
forgotten to lock your door –much less forgetting to close it. You gently
pushed the door open, wincing as it squeaked loudly. That was the worst idea
peeked inside your darkened living room. Everything looked exactly the same;
nothing was missing from what you could tell. You took a wary step into the
room, setting your canvas down against the wall and pulling out your small stun
gun that Tony had given you for your birthday this year.
found it extremely odd that someone would break in, only to leave everything
there and not take anything. You made your way into your bedroom, kicking the
door open and peeking inside. Nothing. Not even the light was on. You turned
around and made your way into the second room in your apartment, which was strictly
used for your paintings.
you began to panic. What if someone from school vandalized your paintings? You
had an entire year’s worth of work in there; most of it was going into the
gallery as well. You felt your heart race as you neared the door, which was
slightly ajar. Completely not how you left it. With a deep breath, you opened the door.
you felt your heart drop into your stomach.
the fuck?” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears.
watched as a very normal Bucky Barnes turned around and looked into your eyes. Instead
of the cold, dead ones you came in contact with two years ago, you were faced
with two lively, ocean blue orbs. They were beautiful, even more than you
Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes staring into yours.
You blinked, unable to form any
New environments were never a comforting thought for a young
child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close
to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The
world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still
as shy as they come.
The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to
show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight
when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what
they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her
feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N
bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her
A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned
his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her
shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a
fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room
intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired
boy began to swing his feet.
Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending
them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the
sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was
embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the
boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.
“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up
from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed
on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met
her surprised face.
“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A
reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His
black hair bounced as he nodded.
“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are
Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest,
“I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”
“Then who are you?”
“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out
before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.
“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the
playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs
slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you // SHAWN MENDES
Tap…tap, tap… the sound echoes around my silent bedroom. My
eyes flick open, body still at the sound. Waiting. Tense. It’s probably just
the wind blowing the trees against my window pane. I shut my eyes again.
Tap, tap, tap… tap. This time I sit
up. Maybe it’s just a bird? I look to the alarm clock, the light harsh against
my eyes. 2:25 AM. What kind of bird is up at this time? I listen for the noise
again. Nothing. I let out a sigh of relief and sink back into my blankets.
TAP, TAP, TAP. It’s more urgent
this time. Ripping my blankets off my body I walk to the window. I reach to
open the blind, hand faltering just I was about to open them. Isn’t this the
part of like every horror movie ever where the girl opens the curtains and then
they get stabbed by a masked killer?
TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP. I slam the
curtains open. A black and white mask covers half his face in a skull pattern,
the rest of him dressed in black. Bright brown eyes meet mine. Well shit. I
hastily open the window and he climbs through.
“Gees women how long does it take you
to open a window?” Shawn asks me, his voice muffled through the fabric.
“Oh I’m sorry,” I say placing one
hand on my hip. “I didn’t know I was expecting company at 2:30 in the
He just grins at me. “Missed you
too,” Shawn says cheekily.
I roll my eyes, hands reaching out to pull
him by his cotton jacket towards me. I wrap my arms around his waist, leaning
my head against his chest. He smells what he always smells like, soap and fresh
air, which given by his choice in past time it’s not unusual.
One of his hands lifts up to stroke the
back of my head, he rests a kiss on my forehead, while the other hand stays glued to
I look at him suspiciously. “What
happened to you?” I ask, pulling back completely and crossing my arms over
my chest. Shawn knew my disapproval about him being in a gang, but of
course he was stubborn and refused to leave until his contract was up. I never
He gives me a wry smile. “Not
much,” he answers taking a step back, his face hardening.
“Liar” I say glaring at him.
“It will be much easier in the long run if you tell me now,” We stare
at each other. I sigh, uncrossing my arms. “I just want to make sure
you’re okay, I’m worried about you, alright?” His expression softens.
“I know you do,” He says. Gently, he lifts his arm away and rolls up the bottom of his shirt. A bruise the size of my fist, black and blue, lines the side of his stomach. A gasp escapes me.
“What did they do to you?” I cry, holding my arms to my chest. I knew what Shawn did was dangerous, never before however have I seen him hurt.
“Its not what you think,” he says, tugging his shirt down. “Its just,” He falters.
“Just what?” I say my voice rising. “Did they do that to you?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything. I turn away, not being able to look him in the eyes.
“I can’t believe this,” I mumble although its more to myself then to Shawn. I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt.
“Baby its ok-”
“Don’t you dare tell me its okay,” I snap cutting him off. I can feel angry tears beginning to well in my eyes. “They hurt you. What’s going to happen next? Stab wound maybe? Broken bone? Fucking bullet wound?”
I’ve kept this anger to myself ever since I found about Shawn being in a gang that he’s tied to until hes 22. His past is a mess. He got caught up with bad people and now he’s paying the price.
“Y/N…” He trails off.
“See! You can’t even defend yourself, you know i’m right,”
“They had a perfectly good reason,” He tries to reason.
“And what reason was that? You didn’t get the proper drugs or wasn’t there enough cash?” I’m fully crying now.
“They wanted to use you, dammit Y/N” Shawn runs a hand through his brown locks. I freeze.
“What?” my voice sounds small, a faint chill creeping in from the open window.
Slowly Shawn removes the fabric. More bruises appear on the once milky skin of his jaw.
“They wanted to use you as bait for the drug lord in the west of the city,” His eyes flick up to mine, darkness swirls in the inkiness of them. “I told them over my dead body would they ever lay a fucking hand on you,” Tears continue to spring from my eyes at Shawn’s revelation.
“Of course, lets just say they didn’t like my language nor defiance and this is what happened,” he shrugs his shoulders as though nothing happened.
I sniffle, trying to stop the tears. Gosh, it made me seem so weak in front of him.
“I don’t know what to say,” I manage.
“You don’t have to say anything, I have everything covered,” I don’t believe him. They hit him because he wouldn’t let them use me, I was his soft spot. What if they used me again against him? I couldn’t bare to see Shawn do something terrible just to save me.
Wiping my eyes, I stand up taller, trying to remove all emotion from my face. Seeing Shawn standing there though, tall and handsome, I felt my stomach knot with what I was about to do.
“When people first saw us together, in public,” I begin, my eyes never leaving his. “They thought I was crazy. They told me you were no good for me,” I let out a weak chuckle. “I’m.. I’m beginning to think that they’re right,” I can’t look at him in the face anymore.
“I don’t want to be with you anymore, not like this,” I whisper. My body slightly slumps and I want to cry all over again.
“No,” Shawn says. My head snaps up.
“What do you mean no? I’m breaking up with you Shawn- you can’t just say no,” I say, my eyes narrowing.
“I know what you’re doing.” A small part of me is filled with joy that he didn’t agree to break up. “You think that by us splitting up is going to make them stop coming after you to get back at me or to make me comply. It doesn’t work that way sweetheart,” He smirks at me, his confidence rolling off him in waves. Now I knew why he was such a valued member in the gang. He could keep his cool in just about any situation.
“You can leave me but that doesn’t mean I just magically stop loving you.” Shawn takes a step forward, cautious that I might run off. When I don’t, he takes a few more until the tips of his shoes are inches from my sock covered feet.
“And maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you. But honestly, does it matter? The best moments in my life have been moments spent with you and if you think for one goddamn second that I’m going to let you slip through my fingers, you’re wrong. I will do anything to protect you- anything. I don’t care what they do to me, I love you and I’m staying with you till I die baby,”
I grin, “Staying in the gang might bring that day closer,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaving a kiss to his bruised jaw as I felt a chuckle vibrate through his body.
“I only have 6 months left then I’m out. Then its just you, me and the open road, we can go anywhere. We could start a family!” excitement fills his eyes and I giggle tugging him towards the bed, watching as he slips off his shoes.
“We have to get through right now first,” He slides out his jeans and grabs my hand, tugging me back to him.
“We will, trust me,” He says. The smile on his face is so certain that can’t help but forget my worries.
“I love you,” Shawn says, kissing me softly.
“I love you more,” I say as I pull back and tug him towards the bed.
“Oh and Y/N?”
“Yeah,” I ask moving the covers so he can slip in next to me.
Request: “Morning can I please request a reader and newt smut.
Where they are best friends and somehow they have to cuddle to keep warm (spells
aren’t working for some reason or another). And throughout the night newt must
be having a really good dream cause he keeps grinding up against her. Possibly
morning wood comes into play? Work your magic oh great one! Love your work!”
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Word Count: 1288
Another day documenting creatures was over, meaning another night
spent in a stingy wizard hostel ensued. You pulled your collar up to your chin,
the chill settling into your bones as you trudged your belongings towards the
only available room left. You turned back to Newt, shooting him a sceptical
look as you reached the designated door. You opened it up to see a tiny room,
with only one single bed. You let out an agitated sigh; another night fighting
for the blanket. You had no problem with sleeping next to the wizard, but the
problem was that in his sleep he was very restless, always pulling the blanket
off you. And since the owners had said there was a frost troll staying in their
basement which they wanted to accommodate well (since they were afraid it would
eat them if they didn’t meet its requests), you knew the permanent freezing
temperature would only get worse if you had no blanket.
Newt looked at you sympathetically, sitting beside you on the bed.
He reached out to push your sleeve up, checking the nasty scratch you had
gotten from the newly hatched Swedish Short-Snout Dragon you had rescued today.
“I told you Scandinavian beasts aren’t a lot of fun to deal with.”
He reminded quietly. You shot him a look, pulling down your sleeve.
“Stop babying me. I can handle it.” You grumbled, pulling your
shoes off and throwing them onto the little floor space that was available.
“I know, I’m just…” His eyes held yours for a couple seconds, his
gaze flicking from them to your lips. “I get worried about you.” He completed
with a shrug.
You smiled sweetly, pinching his cheeks as he let out a soft
giggle. “Such a sweetheart, always looking after me.” You teased. You couldn’t
help but marvel at the way his pale face grew so adorably pink in the cold, his
freckles poking out on his nose and cheeks, and the top of his lip-. You shook
your head a bit, trying to rid your mind of this type of thoughts, the type that
people shouldn’t have about their best friends.
You huddled under the covers, and Newt soon followed, trying to be
as far apart from you as possible. But on a bed as small as this, and with the
blanket so thin, you wordlessly snuggled your back against him. He let out a
surprised gasp, but as you looked back at him with an expectant glare he
smiled, pushing closer to you.
“For warmth.” You uttered quickly.
“Yes, for warmth.” He repeated, his hand awkwardly resting on your
“I wrote the lyrics in Chicago. I was with my dad, and we were listening to the old music where they’d always say ‘sugar’ and ‘honey’ - stuff like that. I was like, ‘Why doesn’t anyone do that anymore?’ - Pete Wentz
“Smells delightful, sugar.”
The soulful scent of fresh herbs wafts through your kitchen, slices of potatoes marinating in a sizzling pan. Warm pieces of bread are sandwiched in their slots on the counter, the slow timer ticking its soft metronome. The early morning earthly smell of coffee follow its course through a dilapidated kitchen window , its weary hinges rusty with age. You smile when you realise its none of these scents he’s referring to, his nose buried deep in the skin of your exposed neck.
“Luke…” You warn, feeling his mouth leave wet kisses in a string to your collarbone, the soft press of his hands lifting up his knee-length shirt you’d grown so accustomed to wearing in bed.
Luke merely hums in response, licking his way back up to your waiting mouth, your head tilted at an odd angle to meet his eager lips.
“Luke…” You warn again as his tongue pushes past and bumps sloppily with your own, his sporadic moans as sweet and filling as spoonfuls of honey. His hands inch higher this time, nimble fingers prancing excitedly along the lace of your underwear, your thighs pricked with bumps from the cold feel of his palms. “Isabelle is bound to walk in.”
“Nonsense.” He purrs, slipping a finger inside and running it teasingly over the length of your folds. His voice is nothing but rushes of air, silent whispers of lust against your skin. “No offence sweetheart, but based from what I’m feeling, I don’t think you seem to care.”
Story Summary: Deciding to start watch a show, you are surprised when your fiancee comes home early.
A/N: This is written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and her Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge. Mine was for the show Firefly. Thanks for letting me participate!!
No warnings needed
Pop, pop, pop. You could hear your popcorn in the kitchen as
you quickly raced up stairs, changing into a pair of sweatpants and one of
Jensen’s old t-shirts that still held his unique scent in the cotton. Racing
back down, your sock covered feet almost slid off the last stair, and you
caught yourself at the last moment.
Summary: Sometimes adulting is hard. Childhood comforts and Bucky make it a little more bearable.
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 234
A/N: I just felt like something short, sweet, and fluffy. Hope you enjoy!
Bucky walked into the common area and froze, taking in the sight before him. You were curled up on the sofa wrapped in your favourite Disney princess blanket, your sock covered toes peaking out from underneath. A slight frown was etched on your face as you chewed on the straw of your chocolate milk carton, pausing every few seconds to take a sip.
“Doll, what are you doing?”
You jumped at the sound of his voice and turned your head to meet his gaze.
“I’m drinking my sorrows away,” you mumbled, lips not leaving your half chewed straw.
Bucky raised his brow, “and why are you doing that?”
You sighed, “because I just can’t adult anymore today.” You took a definitive sip of chocolate milk, as if to prove your point.
Bucky nodded in understanding and made his way back to the kitchen. You turned your gaze back towards the TV, continuing to absentmindedly sip on your milk as Frozen played on. A few moments later you felt the sofa dip as Bucky sat down next to you and draped part of your blanket over his legs. It wasn’t until you heard the faint crinkling of plastic and the ripping of cardboard that you looked over at him.
“What are you doing?”
Bucky lowered the juice box from his lips as a small smile spread across his face. “It’s not good to drink alone.”
Prompt: You turn up at my house at 4am, to cuddle?
Word Count: 873.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.
A/N: Birthday drabble for @letsrunwithdream, hope you like it Ivona! Tried my best for the fluff, but this is the best I can achieve. By the way, thank you @evanstanss for the amazing editing!
Spring summers had a magnetic effect on her, on her aura. She loved to wear an oversized and cozy knit sweater with fluffy socks while sitting in her loft balcony. The big and comfy loveseat Steve helped her choose worked as a friendly monster. A monster and loyal companion that anchored her to a surface while her mind wandered around fictional stories in a paper that rested between her hands and a glass of cold wine to her right.
The words in front of her eyes, the subtle music of Kings of Leon playing on the ground eased her mind from the horrors sealed in her veins. She would cheer moments like that one forever, moments in which she could just stop being a field doctor and be nothing, a mere observer for those fictional characters.
Summary: Soulmate!Au idea by @amoux-da-wolf, changed a bit. You get flowers where your soulmate gets injured
A/N: I love Soulmate!Au, let me know what you think!
Most people got scared and worried when flowers appeared
on their body. They became worried when a violet showed up on their check, or
called their loved ones when a dandelion appeared on their check.
The first time you had gotten a flower you were barely
three years. A small marigold had appeared on your knee, and you had hurried
inside to your parents, amazed by the yellow flower. However, as soon as they
had explained why it appeared, you became terrified. What had happened to your
soulmate? Were they okay?
After you told your parents off your thoughts, they
only smiled. They assured you that the person probably just had fallen and
scratched their knee. You had smiled nervous, before running off to show your
knee to your friend.
Flowers started to appear a lot over the years. When
you were only five years old, your ankle was covered in lilies, causing your parents
to look worried at each other. They told you not to worry about it, but didn’t
let you wear shorts or dresses without socks that covered your ankle.
A month after you had turned nine a big orchid covered
your left arms. Your parents reached out to touch it, expressing their worries
for your soulmate. When you were alone that night, you had trailed your fingers
over the purple flower, wondering what had caused it, and if your soulmate had
people taking care of him like you had.
At fifteen you started covering up the flowers. You
did not show your parents the lotus on your waist, you did not show your
friends the magnolia that were hidden by your hair on your neck, and you did
not show your doctor the daffodil on your lower back when he asked if you had
any flowers. They became something private, something you would let your fingers
gaze over late nights, something for you and your soulmate only.
Sometimes it was hard to hide. An iris had once appeared
on your cheek while you were at work. Your co-workers had gasped, careful told
you about the flower, and you had hidden your face for the rest of the week.
Once you had taken a whole week off, because of the gypsophila covering your
face. Your friends had laughed at you for wearing long sleeved on a summer day,
but none of them knew it was to cover up the big gerbera on your shoulder.
All your flowers disappeared, some after a few days,
some after a month, all except one. On your chest was a white daisy. It had
appeared a long time ago, and had never left. You had more than one time
wondered what had caused it, and if your soulmate had ever recovered from it.
It was the first time you were happy to see a flower
show up. A small azalea had appeared on your forearm, and it was the first one
since the daisy. Probably only a cut, but it had been the first time you bad
been able to breath freely in weeks. It was fun, how knowing your soulmate was
hurt could cause so much happiness. The azalea faded, but the daisy stayed.
You got use to see the flower every time you took your
shirt off. It had haunted you once, but it became a part of you as much as the
scar was a part of your soulmate.
Then you meet the Winchesters.
You had opened the door after you heard three knocks,
and now you faced two men at your age. They were both taller than you, dressed
in nice suits and holding their ID.
“Can we come in? “one of them asked, and you nodded,
opening your door. Two weeks ago, your friend and roommate had disappeared, and
a few days ago her body had been found dead.
“can I get you something? “you asked as you had showed
them to your kitchen, gesturing for them to take a seat at the table.
“No thank you, it will not take long” the taller one said,
and you nodded as you sat down on the other site of the table.
“I guess this is about Moira” you said, looking down
at the table. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the men nod, and you
took a deep breath before starting to tell the story.
You never really got over the fact that supernatural
creatures existed. Even though the men told you their story you had a hard time
accepting it. It raised so many questions in your head, questions the eldest
did not have anything against answering.
“And what is this exactly then? “you asked, silently
thanking the man for being patient with you.
“Well, we believe it is vampires” Dean Winchester
asked. He sat on the chair he had sat on a few days earlier when you first meet
him. In the chair beside him sat his brother with his computer open.
“And what? They’re coming for me? “you asked, as you
started to peel some potatoes. You had asked if the brothers wanted dinner,
which they had said yes to.
“We can only guess, but if they know you saw them that
night, yes” the man at your table said. You stopped, thinking about what Dean
“don’t worry, we got it under control! “The younger
rushed in, obviously understanding how scared you suddenly had become.
“Yeah, we are professionals” Dean said, flashing you a
You had not been yourself since that day. Not that
anyone noticed, you hadn’t really seen anyone. You couldn’t bear having people
look at you like they felt bad for you. They did not know how you felt, heck, a
lot hadn’t even known Moira! The only one you saw were the Winchesters, and
that was only a late night where they would capture the vampire.
They told you to lock yourself in your room, and not
go out unless one of them said that you could. And so, you did. You sat on your
bed as time passed and your palms became sweaty. You waited to hear something,
from a fight, a sign you could come out, anything, except the hiss from your
You turned your head as soon as you heard the noise,
widening your eyes, and screamed. Outside you could hear the boys starting to
yell at you, running towards the door, except it was locked. You could hear
them banging as the vampire ran towards you, grabbing your arm with such a
force it surely would leave a bruise.
It was then the monster was ripped off you, and you
looked up to see Dean struggling with him, before Sam swung a blade, separating
his head from his body.
You stared terrified on the head on your floor, before
looking up on the boys in front of you.
Sam and Dean had planned to leave the very same night,
so when they had calmed you down, it was time for a goodbye.
“Thank you” you said, as they stood outside your door
as they had done a week earlier. Behind them was their car, surely packed with
all sorts of things you would never be able to guess.
“Ey, it’s what we do, right? “Dean said with a smile,
and you nodded, before frowning.
“Are you okay? “you asked, referring to the blood on
“Yeah, don’t worry about it” he said, and you were able
to manage a smile. You hugged both boys, before they wished you luck, and left.
You took a deep breath as you walked through your
house. The boys had taken care of the body, so you had no problem with that.
Your plan was to go take a shower, and finally get a good night’s rest.
When you stood in front of the mirror, you finally got
a good look at yourself. You skin had become pale, and dark circles were
painted under your eyes. You looked sick. Then your eyes felt on your neck.
On the left side were a stem with two, small roses on.
You raised your hand, letting your fingers touch the flower.
You left the bathroom in a rush, not caring about the
cold outside or anything else for that matter. The only thing on your mind was
the rose. As you opened the door you ran outside of your house, looking down
the road. In the distance, you could see a car driving away.