Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?
Author’s Notes: I wasn’t with my mom when she died. I had left for the night with the intention of going back the next day. It is literally the worst fucking feeling ever to not be there regardless of what anyone will ever tell you. I will regret it for the rest of my life.
Some of this is inspired by events in my life – to allow me to work out some of the issues I’ve had in the last year.
Bucky watched as your eyes glazed over with panic.
“What do you mean?!” You shouted as you jumped to your feet
and began pacing absentmindedly. “Okay… okay… But did they?” You paused for a
moment as you listened to your father on the other side of the line.
“Doll?” Bucky asked as he moved towards you but you held up
your hand – effectively freezing him in his tracks. In all the years he had
known you he had never witnessed you this upset.
“Okay – no, no. I’ll be there soon,” you replied as you furrowed
your brows in concentration. “I love you too, dad.” With this you took the
phone from your ear and stared blankly at Bucky.
“Doll, what’s wrong?” he asked as he held your hands in his.
“I… I can’t breathe,” you managed to choke out before Bucky
enveloped your shaking body with his warm embrace.
“I’m here… Doll tell me what’s wrong,” he soothed as he
rubbed his hands softly on your back.
“My mom… she’s um… she’s sick, Buck. I have to get home,”
you sputtered out as you broke from the embrace to begin walking around the
bedroom as you searched frantically for your luggage. “I was supposed to fly
out next week… I… I don’t know how I’m even going to get a ticket now,” you
muttered as you finally found the luggage on the top shelf of your closet.
“Doll,” Bucky breathed into your ear as he wrapped his arms
around you. “Go sit down – I will take care of it,” he added as he pulled you
gently to your bed.
You sat on the bed dumbfounded as Bucky carefully packed all
the things he knew you would need or want. Even in your haze of panic you couldn’t
help but notice how well he knew you. You were glad he was with you – glad that
for once someone could do the thinking for you, and not pester you about if you
were okay like Steve would. You swallowed hard – immediately feeling guilty for
comparing your fiancé to his best friend. “Doll?” Bucky’s voice broke your
concentration as you blinked and looked up at him. “I’m going to my room to
pack. I’ll be right back. I’ve already texted your work to let them know you
won’t be coming in this week,” he explained before leaving the room.
Within an hour you were taking off in one of the quinjets
from Stark Tower. Bucky had persuaded you that it would be a quicker way of
getting to your small hometown. You had relented – deciding to let Bucky make
the decisions so you could focus on mentally preparing yourself for what you
were about to face.
“Y/N,” Bucky whispered softly as he grasped your shoulders.
He didn’t really have the heart to wake you – you had fallen asleep just after
leaving New York –he knew the late night, and stress of the news about your
mother had exhausted you. He thought that the landing in the small field next
to your house in rural Kansas would wake you, but it hadn’t. As much as he
wished he could let you sleep – he knew he would just be prolonging the
inevitable. “Doll, you need to wake up,” he whispered softly as he stroked the
hair from your face.
“Steve?” you murmured. You had been dreaming about Steve,
Bucky, and someone being sick, but the haze of sleep kept you from remembering.
The sound of Steve’s name on your lips caused Bucky to flinch which prompted
you to open your eyes. “Bucky? I’m sorry… I was dreaming… I… are we here
already?” you asked as you rubbed your eyes wearily.
Bucky tried his best to swallow his reaction. Now was not
the time to be jealous – he was here for you in the absence of his best friend,
and the man you loved. “We just landed. I called your sister and she told me
where the keys to the pickup are so we can get to the hospital. Come on – I’ll
get the bags later,” he replied as he offered you his hand. You took it
willingly and he helped pull your tired aching body from the seat. He held you
for a moment as he looked at your hand – not letting it go. “Where’s your
ring?” he asked quietly – immediately realizing you weren’t wearing it.
You bit your lower lip nervously as you internally chastised
yourself for your decision. “I… I didn’t think now was the time to… you know,”
you shrugged lamely. If you were honest it was partly for that reason, but also
because it was a constant reminder of the nagging anxiety you felt when you
thought about your future.
Bucky could tell that you
weren’t being completely honest with him, but he knew that you loved Steve –
regardless of your reasoning, and he reminded himself of that as he quelled the
bubble of hope that rose inside of him. “You’re right, doll. Come on, let’s get
going,” he said with a sad smile as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
“They’re expecting us.”
The trip to the hospital was uneventful. Bucky was hell-bent
on driving but finally relented once you pointed out that you were much more
familiar with the area than he was, given that you had lived here for most of
your life. You tried to stay as focused on the road as you could, but it was
damn near impossible – which resulted in you swerving onto the side of the road
several times –much to the dissatisfaction of your passenger.
As you entered the hospital you couldn’t shake the feeling
that something was wrong. It drove you to walk quickly as you searched frantically
for your mother’s room. As you turned the corner of a narrow hallway on the
eleventh floor you caught sight of your family huddled outside of a room with a
partially closed door. Sara, your eldest sister, was the first to see you as
she pulled away from her husband and met you halfway down the hall.
“What…” you began in a choked whisper as you took in the
sight before you.
“She’s gone,” she answered sadly as she embraced you.
You stumbled back from the embrace as you struggled for air.
“But I’m here. I’m here. I’m here!” you said frantically as tears spilled from
your eyes. “I… I didn’t know…. I…. but I’m here,’ you sobbed as you stumbled
back into Bucky’s warm chest – his arms immediately wrapped around you. “I…
Bucky… I didn’t get to say goodbye…”
Bucky felt hollow as he held you. He so desperately wanted
to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he knew the bitterness of
loss. He had tasted it one too many times in his life. He tightened his embrace
around your waist as you sobbed into his chest. “I know, doll,” he whispered
soothingly. “Come on, let’s go say goodbye now,” he whispered sweetly as he
helped guide you to the room.
you looked down upon your mother’s body your last bit of resolve disintegrated.
Bucky held on to you as you blubbered through your goodbye and your apologies
for not being there for her. You knew in your heart that you had failed her by
not being with her at the end, and it hurt worse than anything you had ever
experienced. As you gently squeezed her hand you couldn’t reconcile the fact
that while she was before you she wasn’t truly there. She was gone. The words
you spoke would float endlessly through the air, but not to her. You closed
your eyes as you leaned your head back on Bucky’s shoulder – the last of your
bitter tears falling from your eyes as you succumbed to the numbness that death
so often brings. “Take me home, Buck,” you whispered as his embrace tightened
had been weeks since the demon had made his presence known to Dean or to you.
Weeks since Dean had shoved you into solitary. Sam had found out within a few
days that the demon used to be an inmate, David, who was wrongly accused of killing
a cop. Once he was in prison he was murdered by a gang of guards and cops who
didn’t take kindly to crimes against their own. He wasn’t a truly innocent man.
He was a rapist and a murderer, but he wasn’t a cop killer. He ended up in Hell
and became a demon, coming back to this prison to exact some twisted revenge.
grown closer to Dean over the weeks. Incredibly close. He’d managed to keep you
in solitary confinement, always giving a reason why you had to stay there. He
kept the other guards away. You didn’t ask how, but their visits to your cell
were few and far between and you were thankful.
it was the confinement. Maybe it was that he was your only real human contact. But
you could swear there were lingering touches, longer than necessary glances,
comfortable silences. You were falling for him and you were pretty sure he was
falling for you.
Some Messy Summer Looks B) for a beautiful girl. I Mostly just wanted to draw her with some Nice Hairstyles. Cute buns that defy logic, an nice and loose past her shoulders, ya know how it goes. Plus, Cute Shorts and tops. (Trans Marco, so don’t tag as gend/erben/d)