Bucky Barnes getting a dog.

Specifically, Bucky Barnes going to a shelter and gravitating toward the “special case” in the back: a scarred and chewed-up pitbull rescued from a dogfighting ring that shies away from all the volunteers and hides with her tail between her legs, growling fearfully. 

Bucky Barnes sitting silently outside her kennel for a whole hour, until she finally slinks close enough to sniff him.

Bucky Barnes deciding yes, this dog. This scared and scarred and broken dog that everyone is low-key afraid of because it might snap and attack. This dog who was forced into violence and viciousness but never asked for it or wanted that life. This dog.

And he takes her home and is still and quiet and patient as she acclimates and he gives her space, doesn’t make sudden or violent movements, and lets her get used to him. And slowly, over the weeks, she begins to come out of her shell.

They both do.

And these two fiercely loyal souls who were hurt and and twisted by evil men both help one another recover. Both give one another the kind of love they were denied for so long. And they both heal. 

Business and Pleasure - Part 1

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son. 

Word Count: 645

A/N: This first chapter is a bit shorter than the rest will be. It’s mostly just setting the stage for the rest of the story. As always, feedback is appreciated! 

“Please, Barnes, we need this. You know how successful we were the last time we worked together,” your father pleaded.

Mr. Barnes sighed, running a hand through his silver hair, shaking his head as he sat behind his desk, pouring two glasses of whiskey and passing one to your father. His office was at the top of the most prominent building in New York. The views spanned across the entire city, which was particularly beautiful at this time of day. The sun was just setting, the lights from each building helping to illuminate the skyline. “This is quite different from last time, Charlie. You’re asking for a lot, you know. Your business is going under. We both know that. You’re telling me you’ll go bankrupt in a year, but you want me to take over the business?”

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Nothin’ Like You part 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Medium!Reader

Warning: Language, angst, fluff.

A/N: This is a mini series, only about 800 words a part, I will be posting the parts through out the day, keep your eyes peeled peaches.

In a world of Soul Mates, you manage to keep yours a secret. The initials on your wrist that appeared on your 18th birthday, you’ve taken every precaution to avoid letting anyone know who you were meant for. Captain Rogers is a firm believer in the initials on his wrist, even though you believe God has a sick sense of humor when it comes to your love life. Captain Rogers and a lowly assistant are a joke of a match. Even the ghost of Peggy Rogers agrees, how can you be meant for someone who still carries the ghost of his beloved ex with him?

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The Burden

1405 words, deancas, originally a 12.10 coda (but let’s pretend that this is their angsty reunion following 13x05 :P ) 

Dean won’t touch him.

They’re sitting in the car, in the backseat, owning it, and Dean’s fingers keep grazing the cuff of his sleeve—Castiel’s sleeve that’s like his coat. Castiel’s sleeve that’s like his body.

Bloody. Ragged. Broken.

Castiel stays still.

Sam’s driving the Impala, hands steady, smeared in blood. Sam’s eyes are sure; they check the mirrors routinely. They follow along when he turns his head, concentrating, more than a formality, and they tighten sometimes, when he thinks of things that he shouldn’t, like Castiel does when his lips tremble with old fear.

But that’s over now, so Castiel raises his hand and places it on Sam’s shoulder.

Sam swallows and keeps driving.

Dean’s fingers twitch, when Castiel does that. Dean’s fingers brush his coat when Castiel shakes. Dean’s fingers press lightly, against the tan fabric but they don’t wander and they don’t move.

So Castiel stays still.

They arrive at the bunker, two hours past midnight, and he wants to sleep, something long, something in some way dormant, but his clothes are filthy and his powers are waning.

He’ll have to do it the human way.

Castiel waits on a chair, because he knows that they all want their turn with the shower, but Dean lingers in the kitchen with him, standing behind Castiel’s chair, hands gripping the top of the frame. His fingers brush the collar of Castiel’s shirt. His thumb drags over the back of Castiel’s neck, still too far away to make contact, still not touching. Dean picks at his collar, smoothes it out, and he towers over Castiel like a secret guardian.

When Castiel makes his way to the showers, Dean follows closely behind.

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The Problem With Cats

genre : fluff
summary : Your cat’s a thief with a taste for men’s underwear and socks.

“What have you got in your mouth, mister?” You asked as Barnaby, your  cat, dashed through the living room. Locked tight between his teeth was an article of clothing you’d grown familiar with. Men’s underwear. 

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In case you couldn’t make it out to the @paperjazz GIF Showcase last month, here is the entire show @k-downs and I had on loop for the festival!
Credits are on the Vimeo page!

Dead on Arrival Part Three (mobster bucky x reader)

Originally posted by madstan

Summary: Bucky’s the mobster king of Brooklyn. His word is law. You’d be a goddamned fool not to be on his side. 

Word Count: 2.5K


Feedback is welcome and appreciated.

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She was standing in some elaborate casino, which Barnes apparently ran and operated. On her left stood Clint, on her right stood Steve. Clint was counting out bills while Steve seemed to be casing the place. At least Fury wasn’t around - she was already intimidated enough. The two men had brought her here to meet with Bucky, but he was currently on one of the upper floors in a meeting with some asshole. Wasting her time seemed to be a habit of his. She was only a singer for him, right? Nothing more, nothing less.

But if that was the case, why was she meeting him in a casino and not a bar where he owned the joint? The set up just didn’t make any damned sense to her and it gave her the shakes.

She stood, tapping one of her heels as she waited for Bucky to arrive. Patience was not her strong point today especially since neither Clint nor Steve would give her a damned response as to what the hell they were doing here.

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   Also I was commissioned for the 4th Punx of Color Event!!! I went to the 3rd one and I met so many cool people and felt absolutely welcomed and accepted. It was nice to meet other POC and to have discussions that we face in our communities. There will also be POC tabling at the event!

All proceeds from the event (after the bands have been paid!) will be donated to The Black Alliance for Just Immigration (BAJI).

It’s def. gonna be an awesome time, it’s this Friday at the Silent Barn and I’m happy to have been a part of this in some way! Hope to see you there!

The Perfect Happy Ending. For a Hunter.

Pairing- Dean x Plus size!Reader

Author’s note- This was my first Dean fic! How was it? It was fun to write! It got a little out of hand, just a bit.

Summary- Prompt 42: “This is hard for me too” request by the lovely lilacprincessofrecovery

Warning- language, making out I guess, smut reference

Word count: 1,605

Request: Yes

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Dean and I have gotten so close over the years. We met five years ago on a werewolf hunt that lead us to cross paths. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Being my size, no one ever really saw me as a threat, they figured they could just out run me. I was a bigger girl, but I can still kick some monster ass.

That was a perk being underestimated.

The werewolf was taking women to this place, women who he saw as unthreatening. He viewed me that way, I used this to my advantage.

He brought me here, so now here I am, trying to find where he went after breaking out of the ropes he had me in. There was a little house in front where I knew he had to be. As I approached, a car slowly rolled up the drive way. I hid out of sight, hoping it was him. But I was wrong it was the fucking Winchesters.

“You sure this is the right place, Sammy?” The shorter brother spoke.

The taller one looked around, nodding, “Yeah this where I followed him to earlier, he had a girl with her.”

Dean spotted the barn and silently signaled to Sam. They pulled out their weapons and walked to the barn. Luckily, they never spotted me.

I’m in the house, I can hear him in a room with a girl crying and screaming for help. I quickly jump into action. I pulled out my gun full of silver bullets and kicked in the door, he got distracted.

“Come get me you over grown poodle!” I shouted and waited for him to charged. Then I took off out of the house.

Gun in hand, I run to the barn seeing the Winchesters opening the barn doors I yell at them.


They jump in shock and look up.

I can practically feel the monster’s claws scrap at the back of my shirt.

I slide on my knees to turn to it, I point, shoot, THUD.

“Dead son of a bitch now.” I mutter to myself as I stand and brush the dirt from my legs.

“Holy shit.” Dean stared at me, shock visible in his features, while Sam seems to be figuring out what just happened.

“You’re freakin’ awesome.” Dean spoke with admiration in his voice.

I shrugged, “Yeah I know.”

I was pulled from my thought by the man himself, Dean Winchester.

“Hey there, Dollface, what’s got you all smiley.” He took a swig from his beer and sat next to me on the couch in their dingy motel room. Sam sat on his bed with his laptop and newspapers laying everywhere.

My smile only grew, “Just remembering the day we all first met.”

He chuckled, “Yeah you were one badass bitch I’ll give you that.”

I scoffed, “I’m still a badass bitch thank you very much.”

“I don’t remember a time where you aren’t one.” Sam spoke, eyes still glued to the computer screen.

I gave Dean a triumphant smile. 

“Alright, alright. Yeah you are and always will be a bad ass.” Dean surrendered, looking at me with that damn look in his eye that always takes my breath away.

I laughed which turned into a yawn.

“Oh, looks like the little bad ass is sleepy.” He teased, taking another swig.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him.

“Yeah well you boys tire me out.” I made a move to stand and leave.  

“Oh, I can think of a few ways to tire you out.” Dean said with a wink.

A blush I couldn’t control made its way to my cheeks. He is always a flirt, he does it just to see me blush.

“Sorry, Winchester, I’m too tired tonight. Maybe some other time.”

I got up and walked to the door, “Good night, Sam.”

He nodded in my direction and made a noise like he was going to speak but he was to lost in his little researcher world at this point.

“Here, I’ll walk you.” Dean stood and followed me out.

I didn’t protest, I enjoyed our moments alone, even just walking in silence to the next room.

I turned to him and noticed how his demeanor changed, almost like he was nervous. His hand scratching the back of his neck and eyes casted to the ground.

“You okay over there, Winchester?”

He sighed, “Look I don’t know how to say this… I’m not one for words.”

“Dean, what’s wrong?” I stepped forward to get him to look at me. I was a bit shorter than him.

“Can we go in your room?” he asked, shifting from foot to foot. God, he looked adorable all fidgety like this.

“Y-Yeah.” His nerves were rubbing off on me, I fumbled a little opening the door.

I walked in with him trailing behind me, I stood near the bed and waited for him to speak.

“Dean, you’re scaring me.” I walked closer to where he stood near the door and put a hand on his arm.

I looked at him with concern while he stared at where my hand was touching the bare skin of his bicep.

He seemed to laugh to himself then he finally looked at me.

“How do you feel about me?”

The question took me by surprise my grip unconsciously tightened and he noticed.

I gave him a smile that came out as more of a grimace.

“You know how I feel about you, Dean.” My voice breaking off a bit at his name.

He sighed running a hand down his face, “No I mean…”

His eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to find the right words.

“Look, I was talking with Sammy and…”

I felt something in my chest drop.

No. No, god please tell me Sam didn’t tell him what I think.

“W-What did you guys talk about?” I could feel the tears coming.

He shrugged.

“You know, just brother stuff.” He mumbled and looked up at me, “And you.”

“Oh?” I breathed.

He nods taking a step closer to me, my hand drops from his arm and I step back.

“What d-did he tell you?” I whispered, desperately hoping it wasn’t what I thought.

I may or may not have let it slip to Sam when I was drunk my true feelings for the older Winchester brother.

He shook his head, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I-I told you D-”

“The truth Y/N.”

“Look, Dean, I don’t know what Sam said-”

I was getting panicked now.

Why is he doing this?

“Just tell me.” He sounded desperate.

I winced I don’t know if I could do this.

“Dean, this is really hard for me-”

This is hard for me too, Y/N!” his sudden outburst startled me.

I squeaked and jumped away from him.

His eyes held regret, “I-I’m sorry, baby girl. I just… I don’t want to ruin this, the only good thing I’ve had for a while.”

He looked so broken, those gorgeous green eyes shone with unsaid words.

I sighed, I guess I have to…

“I love you, Dean. I always have. You know that, but…” I hesitated before continuing.

His rough, callused hand cupped my face.

I looked up at him and into his eyes.

“I’m in love with you, Dean.” I whispered, a tear escaping.

Relief flooded his face.

“Oh, thank god.”

I looked at him confused, “Wh-”

But he interrupted me, by pressing his lips to mine.

I was shocked at first, eyes wide before they fluttered shut and I leaned into the kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss deepened. He walked us back to the bed, his strong arms wound around my body.

I was lost in the kiss I barely registered us laying on the bed.

We pulled a part long enough for him to mumble,”I’m in love you with you, so fucking in love with you.”

Butterflies were an understatement at this point, a warm fuzzy feeling seemed to fill my while body and over flow. 

Dean nudged my thighs apart with his knee and began trailing kisses down my neck. I was breathing heavily by now, gasping and moaning as he nipped at the sensitive spot on my neck.

His hand roaming under my shirt, gripping my hips and sliding up my sides.

He moaned against my neck, “You’re so goddamn soft baby girl.”

I gasped when he moved his grip to the back of my thigh, hiking it up higher around his waist. I could feel his nailed scraping slightly at the skin.

“Dean,” I let out a breathy moan when his hand slid up my shorts to grip my ass.

His lips were back on mine, more intense and needy now.

He worked my shirt over my head then sat up to take his own off, only breaking the kiss to do so.

His lips worked their way down my chest while my nails dug into the muscles of his back.

He groaned against my skin, “You gotta stop that, baby or I would be able to stop myself.

“Who says I want you to?”

His smirked sent tingles straight down to my core.

“Oh, baby, I was hoping you’d say that.”

Let’s just say the next morning, Sam wasn’t so happy with the paper thin hotel walls.

“Next time, we get rooms as far away from each other as we can!”

Dean had a smug smirk on his lips while I was a blushing embarrassed mess.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I loved him, he loved me.

This is the perfect happy ending. For a hunter.

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