thought you were feeling happy about part 2

Porcelain Hearts (Dean x Reader)

Summary: There was just something about Dean that always made you smile. Whether it was his laugh, his charming grin, or his bright green eyes.. Even just the thought of him never failed to warm your heart. Your feelings towards him were about as cheesy as cheesy could get, but the story between you two wasn’t. Well, not the happy cliché.

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Notes: This has been sitting in my docs for at least a month now, but thanks to @deanwinchester-af being the bitch that she is encouraging me to finish in the shittiest way possible, I revisted it, and well, here it is.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Song: Lydia - A Fine Evening For A Rogue

Warnings: Some language.

Your name: submit What is this?

My name is Y/N.



There was just something about Dean that always made you smile. Whether it was his laugh, his charming grin, or his bright green eyes.. Even just the thought of him never failed to warm your heart. Your feelings towards him were about as cheesy as cheesy could get, but the story between you two wasn’t. Well, not the happy cliché.

Unrequited love was the cliché story you got stuck with, and simply put, it sucked.

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Soulless Mate Part 6

Summary: Sam and the reader were a happy couple until Sam lost his soul. Now the reader can’t stand to be around him, which Soulless!Sam doesn’t seem to mind until he starts having these ‘feelings’ that go beyond attraction.

Word Count: 4,526

Warnings: Sickness

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

When you first wake up, it all seems like a bad dream. Sam didn’t lose his soul and you two are as happy as can be. That thought lasts for about two or three seconds as you turn over and look at the empty space beside you. God. Did you really sleep with him? Yes. Did you really have to? No, of course not. But you missed his touch so much that you were willing to do anything to get it. And it felt good. So good. But it wasn’t only his touch you craved. It was his validation, his reassurance that you are the only one he wants. Now and forever. It may sound pathetic but it’s true.

The thing is, as much as you tried to picture it was Sam with a soul you were doing all those sinful things with, it didn’t work. Not at all. It felt like a one night stand. And sex with Sam, Sam with a soul, never felt like a one night stand. After being intimate, there was a promise of cuddles and sweet kisses. And most importantly, those three words would be said. Those three special words.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Sam asks, bringing you back to the immediate situation as he curiously eyes you from the door.

You sit up and move to the edge of the bed before you try to wrap the bed comforter around your naked body. “No,” After you’re satisfied with your makeshift dress, you stand up. “I’m not okay.” You start to walk but slip on a piece of fabric beneath your feet and clumsily fall to the floor. As you try to get up without revealing yourself, you feel a pair of hands on you. You know it’s Sam trying to help you get up, which makes everything worse. “No! Get away from me.” You effectively yank yourself out of his arms and back on the floor with strands of hair in your mouth. You spit out the hair and sit up again.

“Whoa. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this afternoon.” He backs away with his hand up in surrender. “What’s going on, crazy?”

Once you’re up and sure that you’re not going to fall again, you answer him. “I’m not crazy.” You tighten your grip on the sheets keeping you modest. “This, you,” You gesture to the bed and him with a free hand. “Was a mistake.”

Sam looks confused. “Wait, I don’t get it. Did you not have fun last night?”

“Yes,” Your eyes dart from the bed back to him. “Yes, I did. But you’re not here.” You say.

“I’m right in front of you, Y/N.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Yeah, physically, but not mentally. You’re not Sam.” You look into his eyes, hoping you’ll find something that’ll tell you different but you come up with nothing. He’s not there. Stop trying to find him. He’s gone. “You’re just a vessel.” You finish, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry?” He offers with a shrug.

You shake your head. “No. I’m sorry for thinking I could go back to feeling connected to you.” Your eyes start to get misty and you swallow the knot in your throat. “It’s not going to happen. Not without your soul.” You move towards the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Sam steps aside and you rush out of his room just before a couple of tears leave your eyes and make their way down your cheeks.

Just as you’re about to approach your room, you bump into Dean. “Y/N?” He takes in your tears, the ‘love’ bites all over your chest, and the blanket around your body. “You didn’t.”

You nod, tears now rolling down your cheeks. “I did.” He takes you inside your room, closing the door behind him before pulling you into his arms “I-I’m sorry, I know y-you told me not to.” You sob into his chest.

“Shhhh. It’s okay.” He rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. “I’m not angry.”

“I-I should have k-known. I-I’m s-so stupid.” You berate yourself.

“You’re not stupid. Your mind knew.” He lets out a sad sigh. “It’s your heart that didn’t get the memo.”

You continue to sob as Dean holds you tight.

*
That was almost three weeks ago. After your night with Sam, you’ve changed. Everyone’s noticed. It’s the first thing Bobby noticed when he got back to from his hunting trip. You only know this because you’ve hear he and Dean talking about it when they think you’re out of earshot. Sure, you’ve been quiet and very tired lately, but that doesn’t mean anything. Although, you will admit that you’ve been off your game when it comes to hunts. Your reaction times are slower and you’re unfocused most of the time, which leads to careless mistakes and several close calls with death. Because of this, Dean’s asked you to sit out the next few hunts. You’re not offended. In fact, you’re actually a bit happy. A break from hunting might be doing you some good. You’re better at home, researching and helping out the boys from home. Yeah, you guess you’re a bit off but what did everyone expect? Did they not think the whole soulless situation would eventually take its toll on you? Well if they did think that before, they certainly don’t think it now.

“ACHOO!” You’re knocked out of your thoughts when you hear a sneeze followed by a loud crash and a thud. You jump out of your seat and run into the hallway to see Dean lying facedown on the ground with one of Bobby’s prized possessions right next to him. He lifts up his head to see you. “Well, this is embarrassing. How’s the weather up there?” He jokes. You shake your head but chuckle, picking up Bobby’s statue and putting it back in its place before helping Dean up.

As you and Dean leave the dimly lit hallway, you notice that Dean doesn’t look like himself. He actually looks a bit sickly. His entire face seems to be devoid of color, except his nose which is a harsh shade of red. The darkened bags under his eyes tell you that he hasn’t been sleeping very well. “God, my whole body aches.” He says before he lets out a cough.

“Let me feel your head.” You place your hand on his forehead and can clearly feel the heat radiating from it. “Give me a second.” You run to the kitchen, open up one of Bobby’s ‘medicine’ drawers and pull out a thermometer. You run back out and take the cap off it. “Open your mouth.”

“Seriously?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

He rolls his eyes but does what you say. “Under your tongue.” You state before you stick the metallic end of the thermometer in his mouth. You wait a few seconds before it beeps. You check the temperature.

“One hundred and one degrees. Dean, I think you might have the flu.” You say as you bring your hand back down by your side.

“Nah, I’m good.” He sniffles.

You cock an eyebrow. “Really? Because you have all the symptoms. You have a fever, a cough, a runny nose, and muscle aches.” You point out.

“I can’t be sick. I’m going on a hunt with Sam in twenty min-ACHOO!” The sudden sneeze catches Dean off guard and he stumbles a couple feet back, which makes you laugh.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.” You say, still laughing.

“But-”

“No.”

“What about-”

“No.”

“They-”

“Dean,” You say, your tone stern. “You’re not going anywhere. Now,” You walk over to the couch and pick up the blanket that was draped over the arm of it. “Come sit down.”

Dean follows your instructions, though he grumbles the entire way, and sits on the couch. You place the blanket over him, making sure it covers his entire body before
you pick up the remote on the coffee table and change the channel to Cartoon Network.

“Really, Tom and Jerry? What am I, five?” He complains.

You roll your eyes at his response. “You love cartoons, Dean.” Your eyes flicker to the screen when they’re playing you a preview of the next show. “Besides, Batman’s on next.” You chuckle at the way his eyes light up at the sound of his favorite childhood superhero.

“You just relax and I’ll make you some soup, okay?” You’re about to leave the room when Dean says your name. “Yeah?”

He looks at you sheepishly. “Can I have crackers with my soup?”

You smile. “Soup and crackers coming right up.” You say before you leave the room and enter the kitchen. As you grab a pot and a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup from the cupboard, you hear a familiar voice.

“What’s going on with Dean?”

You wait until you’ve dumped the contents in the can into the pot and turned the stove on before you answer. “He has the flu.”

“The flu? Not just a regular cold?”

“It’s not just a cold when your temperature is over a hundred degrees.”

“Yikes.”

“Exactly. I don’t even know how he got up from bed.”

“It’s Dean.” Bobby says as he walks into the kitchen. “The plague couldn’t kill him even if it tried.”

You chuckle and stir the soup. “Morning, Bobby.”

“Morning, kiddo. Morning, Sam.” He nods at the other man in the room before he goes to make his first cup of coffee for the day.

“Morning, Bobby. Wait, so does this mean I’m going on the hunt by myself?” Sam asks, which makes you turn around and face him.

“You’re not allowed to go on hunts alone, remember? It’s one of the rules Dean set for you.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Really? Come on. I’m not a child.”

“But you are a loose cannon.” Bobby reminds him as he waits for the coffee machine to finish grinding the beans. His gaze then lands on you. “I’ll go with the big lug.”

“You sure? You just got back. Don’t you want to rest?” You ask.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Besides, someone needs to watch him.”

You laugh but nod. “Okay.”

“Alright. It’s settled then. Let’s go, old man.” Sam says hurriedly.

“Boy if you don’t want me to knock you upside your head, you better hold your horses.” Sam gives Bobby the infamous bitch face as you try to hold back your laughter. It’s nice seeing Sam get knocked down a couple of pegs. “We’ll go when I finish my coffee.”

Sam looks over to you with an incredulous look on his face and you shrug. “What the old man says, goes.”

*
The next week is spent tending to Dean’s needs. You get his medicine, make his food, run his baths, and even clean up his vomit. Usually you would never wait hand and good on someone, especially Dean, but It feels good to know that you can still take care of someone else even if it seems like you can’t really take care of yourself. Dean’s a pretty good patient, considering he can be a bit demanding at times. But you know what a diva Dean can be so it doesn’t really surprise you. Sometimes you and Bobby take shifts so you can have a break once in while. Sam thinks the whole thing is funny and pokes fun at Dean whenever he can. You’ll even chuckle along with Sam at times. Despite the whole soulless thing, everything seems to be going okay.

You wake to the sound of your alarm, shutting it off before reluctantly sitting up. You’ve been getting a decent amount of sleep every night so you don’t know why you still feel so tired. As you get up, you feel a bit nauseous. “Oh no.” You mutter to yourself as you sluggishly make your way to the bathroom. As you brush your teeth, you feel the uneasiness in your stomach intensify. You immediately spit out the toothpaste, drop your toothbrush in the sink and run to the toilet. You make it just in time before you start to empty the contents in your stomach. This goes on for a full five minutes before you think you can safely leave the toilet without barfing all over the floor. You wipe the back of your mouth. “Thanks, Dean.” You try brushing your teeth again, hoping that this time you’ll be fine. Thankfully, you are. You’ve just finished putting on some clean pajamas after a hot shower when you hear knocking on your door. You walk over and open the door, surprised to see it’s Sam behind it. “Hi?”

“You alright?” He asks simply.

You’re confused. “Uh, I’m not sure, I mean-”

“Dean get you sick?” He gives you a knowing look.

“How’d you know?”

“I walked past your room and heard you barfing. I thought the right thing to do was tell Bobby and he wanted me to give you this.” He holds up a bottle of Tylenol. “That was the right thing to do, right? I mean, I wouldn’t know-”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sam. It was the right thing to do. Thank you.” You take the bottle of Tylenol and drink two capfuls of the pink liquid before you hand it back to him. “Excuse me.” You step out of the room and close the door behind you. Listening to Sam’s footsteps behind you, you make your way to the living room. There you see Dean sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, watching Batman. You make your way over to him. “Move over.”

Dean shimmies to the left and you gently tug at the blanket. “Can I have some of the blanket?” You ask nicely.

“Why do you want to share the blanket?”

“Because it’s cold and I’m sick.” You state.

“You don’t look sick.”

“I just spent five minutes throwing up. Now gimme.” You tug harder at the blanket and Dean relinquishes his hold on it. “It’s your fault I’m like this anyway.” You grumble as you cover yourself with your share of the blanket. You get comfortable and lean your head on Dean’s shoulder. It only takes you about five or ten minutes to fall fast asleep.

*
When you wake up, you make chicken noodle soup for you and Dean. As the both of you are eating, he suggests a movie marathon which you happily agree to. After about three movies, you two decide it’s enough. And you’re glad because you’ve been needing to pee for the last five minutes but you didn’t want to miss the end of the last movie.

“Dude, that’s like the fifth time you’ve peed today.” Dean points out once you get back from the bathroom.

“I know. I think it’s all the liquids I’ve been drinking today. It sucks to be sick.” You say as you throw yourself on the couch next to him.

“Yeah, but you’ve been peeing like a racehorse for the past week.”

“I guess my bladder’s just not having it this week.” You shrug. “Where are Sam and Bobby?”

“They should be home any minute. They went on a quick hunt. Vengeful ghost. No. Biggie.”

You nod your head and you hear the jiggle of keys before the front door open.

“Perfect timing. I’m starving.” Dean gives you a wide smile and you laugh.

“Dean, are you sure you should be eating junk food? You’re still sick.” You warn him.

“Listen, I’ve been eating soup and crackers all week. I deserve a burger.” He says before Bobby and Sam walk into the room. Dean’s face lights up when Sam pulls out a burger and places it in front of Dean. “You two are a godsend.” His smile gets even bigger when Sam places a super sized soda and fries next to it.

“Don’t come crying to me or Y/N later on when all that food comes up on you.” Bobby tells Dean as he pulls out a soup container and slides it over to you.

“Thanks, Bobby.” You’re about to open it when this god awful smell assaults your nose. You use the back of your hand to cover your nose but the smell still gets through. “Ugh, what the hell is that?” You ask before you pinch your nostrils together.

Bobby and the brothers look at you weirdly. “The burger?” Dean asks mid-bite.

You shake your head. “No, the burger’s fine. I-”

“Is it my tuna wrap?” Sam interrupts and holds out his half covered tuna wrap. You lean forward, releasing your hold on your nose only to be met by the same foul odor as before.

“Oh, God.” You’re quickly overwhelmed with nausea and run to the nearest bathroom, gagging the entire time. As you’re throwing up you hear the guys talking.

“If she wasn’t sick and I didn’t know any better, I would say she’s pregnant.”

“Hilarious, Dean.” You hear Sam respond.

“I think I should go check up on her.” Bobby says, his voice full of concern.

“It’s okay, Bobby. She’s gonna be in there for a while, trust me.”

You don’t hear anything else besides “pregnant”. Honestly, it seems like a crazy and maybe even funny idea but not when you take a closer look at how you and your body’s been behaving. You decide before you jump to any conclusions, you’ll take a second to actually think. Okay, so you’ve been really fatigued lately. That doesn’t exactly scream pregnancy as you’re always tired. But what about the constant peeing? You usually use the bathroom twice a day, three times at the most. And now the vomiting. That’s definitely new. You could try to blame this on the flu but something tells you it’s much more complicated than that. And then there’s the most damning evidence, or lack thereof, of all: Your period. You’ve been so out of it that you didn’t even realize that you haven’t gotten it.

Oh God.

You quickly wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, dash to your room, and call on the one person who you think can confirm this. “Castiel?” You say hurriedly as you sit on your bed. “Cas, are you there?” Nothing. Cas, I really need you down here right now. More silence. “Please, Cas. It’s urgent.” You plead. You can feel the panic rising inside of you. “I-I think I might-”

“Y/N?” You twist your body to see the confused looking angel next to your nightstand.

“Castiel.” That’s all you say. Nothing else will come out.

He walks over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, are you alright? I heard your call. What’s going on?”

You stare into those concerned baby blues and you remember what you’re supposed to say. “Cas, are angels able to tell whether a human is pregnant or not?”

He nods slowly. “You’re asking me about you, yes?

You nod reluctantly. “Am I?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Castiel takes a seat next to you and takes your hand in his. You don’t notice you’re shaking until both of your hands are in his lap. “Yes, Y/N. You do have a life growing inside you. I knew it the moment I touched you.”

There’s a life growing inside of you. You’re pregnant. Pregnant. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. You and Sam were supposed to get married before you two even thought about children. If you ever had children. Yeah, you and Sam entertained the idea of having children but you were never really sure if it would ever happen because of the lives you two lead. But even with all the craziness going on, you still hoped that one day you would become a mother. And now, that day is here. But everything is all wrong.

“Y/N?”

You clear your throat. “H-How far along am I?”

“If I had to make an educated guess, I would say about a month.” He tells you.

You nod. “Sounds about right. I had sex with Sam a month ago.”

“You’re taking the news quite well considering the father of your unborn child is soulless.

You let out a dry laugh. “Yeah well, I guess I’m tougher than I look.” You shrug.

Castiel gives your hand a gentle squeeze and offers you a small smile. You return he smile but it goes away as quickly as it comes. You’re not sure what you’re going to do. You could keep it but then that would mean giving up the hunting life. But you were never too fond of the hunting life to begin with so you guess it wouldn’t be much of a loss. But you know it’s not as easy as that. How the hell are you supposed to get a job to financially support this child? And let’s not even start on the fact that the child’s father is soulless. The timing of this couldn’t have been worse.

“Are you going to tell Sam and Dean?” He asks, taking you out of your thoughts. “And Bobby, of course.” He adds.

You nod to yourself. “I have to.”

“Would you like me to bring them here or would you want me to escort you to the living room?”

You weigh the options. There’s no point in bringing them to the room. You’re also going to need someone to lean on. “Could you come with me, please?” You ask, suddenly feeling small.

He nods. “Of course. Whatever you need.” He slips his hand out of yours and he stands up. You wait a couple of minutes before you stand alongside him. As you two walk to the door, you grab Castiel’s arm with two hands. At first you see he’s startled but you see that he quickly understands that the sudden touch is due to nervousness. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N.” He says as he opens the door and leads you to the living room. You feel a little better.

“Hey Cas, what are you doing here? And why does Y/N have a vice grip on your arm?” Dean asks, confused as you two enter the room.

“Y/N has something to share with you.” Castiel says once you two stop right of them. You hang your head low. Their gazes all land on you and you feel small again. You wish you could disappear.

“What is it, Y/N?” Bobby asks.

You look at them all with absolute fear in your eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop.

“Excuse me?” You look up at the sound of Sam’s voice and see….wow, he looks annoyed, angry even.

“Pregnant? Like you’re going to have a baby? You guys didn’t…” Dean looks between you and Sam for answers. You shake your head no. Dean lets out a whistle. “Okay then.”

Bobby sighs. “I suspected it but I wasn’t really sure.”

You sigh. “Well, now you know.”

“Are you going to, y'know, have it?” Dean asks with widened eyes. You’re pretty sure that’s what everyone is wondering.

Before you answer, Sam gets up from the chair he’s sitting in. “What!? You’re not actually thinking about keeping that thing, are you? You have to get rid of it.”

Sam’s words feel like a thousand knives going through you at once. You didn’t expect him to be happy about it, him being soulless and all, but you didn’t think he was going to be a complete jerk about it. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You have to get rid of it.” He repeats.

“No, I heard you perfectly fine. What I want to know is what makes you think you can tell me what I can and cannot do with my body?” You ask, your blood boiling. Who the hell does he think he is?

“Are you really thinking about having this baby? I’m soulless for God’s sake! I can’t even love you! What makes you think I could love a child?” He shouts at you.

Wow. That really hurt. Like, really hurt. But you don’t have time to be hurt. You’re on defense mode right now.

“Sam, what makes you think I care about what you think? Again, you don’t get to tell me what to do with MY body! If I want to have this baby, it’s my fucking prerogative!” You yell back.

“I’m not dealing with this. I’m leaving.” You and the others watch Sam as he grabs his jacket off the coat rack, leaving the house and slamming the door behind him. The sound makes you jump and you feel like you want to cry. This is all so, so wrong.

“I’ll go talk some sense into him.” Dean says as he gets up from the couch and follows Sam out the door.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Bobby offers as you stare at the door.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You mutter. If Sam’s going to leave then you guess you’re going to have to start to picture your life without him.

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N, and Sam is not going to leave you.” You look up at Castiel, surprised.

“The fact that you are soul mates won’t let him leave. He is still tied to you, more than ever now that you’re going to have his child. He may not love that child but he will protect it with every fiber of his being.”

“I don’t understand.” You state. You need clarification because what he just said doesn’t make any sense.

“This child will have half of Sam’s chromosomes and half of yours. This child is essentially an extension of you, which is what will keep Sam tied to the offspring. He’s going to be protective over it. It’s his natural born instinct.”

“So he’s not going leave us?” You ask.

“Absolutely not.”

You nod to yourself, relief flooding your body. Even though the guy’s soulless, you still want him by your side. You love him. “That’s good to know. Thanks, Cas.”

He smiles. “It’s no problem.”

It’s at this point that you realize you still have the vice grip on Castiel’s arm and let go. “Sorry about that.”

Castiel shrugs. “I barely felt it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to more pressing matters at the moment.”

“Of course, Cas. Just make sure you check in every once in a while. We miss you down here.” You say genuinely.

A light shade of red tints his cheeks and you’re pretty sure you just made an angel of the lord blush. It’s a cute sight. “I will make sure to do that.” And with that last sentence, Castiel disappears.

Bobby sighs and looks towards the kitchen. “How does coffee sound to you right now? Y'know, since you can’t have whiskey.”

“I’ll have a cup. But it’ll be my last cup for a while. Pregnant women aren’t supposed to have a lot of caffeine.”

Bobby nods. “Well, I better make this cup a good one then.”

“Yeah.”

Something tells you this is going to be a long nine months.

Angels vs. Demons pt. 4

Summary: You are a demon sent to the surface to collect souls, but the angel, Yixing, proves to make it a bit challenging.
Member: Yixing x Reader (appearances by other members and idols)
Type: Angst/drama/ demon!au/ angel!au
Length: 1,495 Words

I am really happy you guys are enjoying this mini-series. I hope you like this chapter as well! <3

-Admin Kat

  [Part 1], [part 2], [part 3]

You walked through the forest happily. Every uncomfortable thought that had passed through your mind last night seemed to vanish completely now. Now that you had one more soul, you felt stronger. You felt surer about who you were as a demon. You could feel the smile starting to spread across your face as you thought about the look on Yixing’s face. He looked so hurt, and annoyed. It made you laugh though. What could be better than annoying an angel?

The sun was beating down on your back as you made your back to the town. You only needed two more souls now. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long. You couldn’t see why this was so hard for other demons to accomplish. Nowadays, people were eager to sell their souls for what they believed they actually needed in life. Beauty, sex, even a miracle. It made you almost giddy thinking about how close you were. If you were allowed on the surface, you could do every and anything that you wanted at all. But is that enough? You asked yourself as you reached the edge of the forest and looked out to the bustling streets.

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Porcelain Hearts: Part 2

Summary: There was just something about Dean that always made you smile. Whether it was his laugh, his charming grin, or his bright green eyes.. Even just the thought of him never failed to warm your heart. Your feelings towards him were about as cheesy as cheesy could get, but the story between you two wasn’t. Well, not the happy cliché.

Unrequited love was the cliché story you got stuck with, and simply put, it sucked.

Originally posted by estrellasrosascaenenlineas

Notes: y’all are getting this sooner than I thought you would.. You’re also getting it at midnight without a beta, so it’s probably shit, but I mean hey, you get it sooner!

Word Count: 1k+

Song:Axel Flóvent - Your Ghost

Warnings: Some mild language, nothing worse than what they say on the show.

Part One

Your name: submit What is this?

My name is Y/N


The sprint home was nice, besides the sprinting part. You never really were one for running, but the passing by scenery and adreneline stopping you from feeling any pain or exhustion made up for it.

The world blurring in your perifrial vision and the focus you had on the sidewalk ahead of you almost made you feel as if you were suspended in time. It felt like nothing around you was relevent, and you were the only thing that existed in those nerveracking minutes as you raced home. If running was like this all the time, you may have to reconsider your hatred for it. 


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Dishes (Part 2)

Summary: You made a drunken bet with Bucky and now you must deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 1329

Warnings: All fluff my dears, cussing

A/N: So, I’ve decided to turn dishes into a 4 part series! Part 3 and 4 will come sooner than part 2 did, since they are already completed/partially written. Happy reading!

Part 1

It must have taken you at least an hour and a half to do these dishes, you thought as you wiped the beads of sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. Being extremely hungover, this much exertion of energy was almost fatal. You only had about 4 more glasses left, but you were feeling faint at the thought of completing the task at hand. “Bucky is going to fucking get it,” you thought to yourself. Speak of the devil, the scruffy man came sauntering out of his room as you placed the last clean glass into the cupboard and emptied the sink of the soapy water.

“I see you had no problem cleaning up, Y/N?” he taunted, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

“Eat shit, Barnes.” you grumbled. You were in no mood for his playful antics. You cursed him for being immune to alcohol; lucky bastard.

“Well, at least now you’re a little closer to paying off that debt of yours, darlin’.” he sang casually as he poured himself a glass of water. Your eyebrows shot to your hairline.

“What the hell? You’re telling me that didn’t count or something?” you inquired, the slight pounding in your head becoming more noticeable at the thought of having to do more of the man’s chores. You just couldn’t take it.

“No, it definitely did count.” he stated, stopping to sip his water. “But you really think that doing some dishes is worth $500? You’re not getting off that easily, Y/N.”

“Who the hell do you think you-” you started but you were interrupted by the man stepping closer to you, not stopping until your hips hit the edge of the kitchen sink.

“I think,” he grabbed your chin between his finger and thumb, tipping your head up to meet his eyes. “That you’re someone who owes me a considerable amount of money, and should not be running her mouth with that hanging over her head. So you better be getting ready, because I’m not quite done with you yet.” You were at a loss for words. What the hell could you possibly say, anyway? You racked your brain for something witty and sarcastic, but you were coming up blank.

“Getting ready for what?” you asked, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a glance at his lips as his tongue swiped out to wet them.

“The day, sweetheart. We’ve got stuff to do.” He said, leaning closer to you. You almost reflexively let your eyes flutter shut as he continued closing the distance between you, until you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“And Y/N?” he barely whispered.

“Yes?” He reached his arm around you and placed his empty glass in the sink behind you.

“Don’t forget that one.” he chimed, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he smirked, and waltzed away from you.

That man was a piece of fucking work.

After having a much needed shower, you had regrouped with Bucky and you were both heading into the city. You hid your eyes from the sun with your hand, despite wearing sunglasses. The pounding in your head had since subsided, but you were still feeling a tad queasy. Standing at the bus stop with Bucky, you ducked to hide yourself from the rays behind his towering frame.

“Where are we even going, Barnes?” you inquired, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. Your pillowtop bed was calling for you.

“You’ll see, eventually.” He shot you a side glance as the corners of his mouth tugged up. When the bus arrived you both clambered on, grabbing the rails for stability. “We’re gonna take a little trip down memory lane.”

The bus came to a squealing stop as you got off and looked around, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. All the sights around you were unfamiliar.

“Where are we, Sergeant?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out, sweetheart.” He replied cockily as he suddenly wrapped his hands around your head, covering your eyeballs.

Instinct kicking in, you grabbed his flesh wrist and twisted it around his back, earning a grunt of discomfort. One of the older ladies that had been riding the bus with you yelped to herself in surprise and scrambled away from the scene.

“I’m not going to kidnap you, doll. I just want where we’re going to be a surprise.” He said, his teeth clenching at the not-so-nice stretch in his shoulder.

“Shit, i’m sorry Buck.” you released his arm, rubbing his shoulder as to alleviate the pain.

“It’s alright, but i’m still covering your eyes. And no peeking, missy.” he chuckled as he spun you around and continued to block your vision, beginning to lead you through the sea of busy bodies swarming the streets of New York.

***

“Are we almost there, James? My feet are starting to lose their feeling.” you moaned. You had been walking probably 20 minutes and you haven’t stopped complaining the entirety of it. You could hear cars whizzing by you, and feel the gust of wind they brought with them.

“Just a few more steps, darlin’.”

Suddenly you were jolted to a stop, turned about 90 degrees, and then the warmth of Bucky’s hands vanished. It took a few blinks to get adjusted to the light, but the blurred lines eventually sharpened and you were greeted with the view of the magnificent Manhattan skyline, glittering in the morning light. You were on the Brooklyn Bridge.

You spun around, almost giving yourself whiplash, and looked at him; only his eyes didn’t meet yours. His head was focused on the view before him, smiling wistfully as his mind was elsewhere. Your mouth opened to say something but you stopped yourself as you relished in his expression of pure dreaminess. He stared for a few more moments, letting out a breath it seemed he was holding. He adjusted his baseball cap before peering down at you.

“So? What do you think?” he asked.

“Of all the years i’ve lived in New York,” you started, turning back to drink in the view. “I’ve never been out here to see this. It’s… breathtaking.” You reached out to wrap your hands around the railing, trying to get an even closer look.

“Yeah, I used to bring all the dames here.” He said, stretching his arms behind his head. You turned, mouth gaping and punched him in the stomach.

“You had to ruin it, shithead.” He let out a laugh that sounded like a symphony and smiled at you.

“I’m just kidding, doll. Steve and I used to come up here and mess around. The view was a lot different back then, but it’s still just as stunning.” He recounted the memory as though it had happened yesterday and your heart clenched. All that time, He and Steve had been robbed of. Yet, they still managed to find each other.

“Do you miss it?” you inquired. He looked at you questioningly. “Do you miss the forties?”

“Well,” he started, looking down towards his feet before leaning his frame against the railing and looking out towards the sea. His chestnut locks blew around him in the breeze. “Things were a lot different back then. Different music, different dancing, different customs; It was like a whole different universe. Sure, there were great things about it, but there is so much to enjoy about being in this time period too.”

“Like what?” You pressed.

“Like the people i’ve met,” He smiled down at you, and you found yourself glancing away trying to stop the redness spreading up your neck. “And the internet - that thing is insane. Great, though.” He shone a toothy smile at you before pushing himself up from the railing.

“Well have you had your fix? Because I’ve got more planned for us, doll.” His eyes shone bright and you tried to keep yourself from smiling as he took you by the hand, leading you both to your next destination.