Summary: You're with Dean at his garage while Sam's out getting supplies. You almost get caught with seconds to spare. [WC 578] [Ao3]
Warnings: betrayal, cheating, angst
Inspired by “Unholy” by Sam Smith
The garage always smells like oil and metal and something faintly sweet that might just be him.
Dean never looks cleaner than when he’s filthy. Sleeves shoved up. Grease on his forearms. White tank clinging to sweat. The old radio crackling something distorted in the background while he leans under the hood of a battered Chevy.
You shouldn’t be here this late. But you always are.
The shop is technically closed — lights off in the front, only the back bay lit in golden haze. The sign outside flickers. The whole place feels like a secret.
“You keep starin’ at me like that,” Dean mutters without looking up, wrench twisting in his grip, “I’m gonna start chargin’ admission.”
You step closer anyway. “Maybe I like watching you work.”
He snorts, but there’s heat in it. The metal clangs when he shuts the hood. He turns slowly — and there’s that look. The one that feels like sin wrapped in green eyes. “You know this is a bad idea, right?”
“Then stop me.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he closes the distance, hands bracing on either side of you against the workbench. You can feel the grease smear onto your shirt. You can feel his breath. “Sam’s gonna be back any minute,” he murmurs.
“And?”
His jaw tightens. That’s the thing about Dean. He pretends he’s the good brother. Pretends he’s responsible. Pretends he doesn’t want what he absolutely does. “You’re trouble,” he says softly.
“Yeah.”
His thumb hooks into the waistband of your jeans. Testing. Not moving further. It’s electric — the secrecy. The risk. The fact that during the day Sam thinks you’re just his friend. Research buddy. Innocent.
Dean’s hand slides to your waist instead, gripping hard.
Footsteps crunch outside. Dean freezes. The garage door rattles open. “Dean?” Sam’s voice echoes through the bay.
You barely have time to step back before Sam rounds the corner — tall, tired, jacket slung over his shoulder.
His eyes take in everything in one sweep. Dean is too close. You flushed. The grease smudge on your hip shaped suspiciously like fingers. Sam goes very still. “What’s going on?”
Dean clears his throat, stepping away but not quite far enough. “Fixing a carburetor.”
Sam raises an eyebrow. “At midnight?”
Your pulse is in your throat.
The silence stretches.
Sam’s gaze shifts to you — searching. Not angry. Not yet. Something sharper. “You okay?”
You nod too fast.
Dean bristles. “She’s fine.”
Sam exhales slowly, jaw flexing. He knows Dean. He knows that look. “Right,” Sam says, but there’s tension in it. “I’ll, uh… be in the office.”
He turns, but not before muttering— “Try to keep it professional.” The door shuts behind him. The air crackles. Dean scrubs a hand over his face. “Damn it.”
You swallow. “He knows.”
“He suspects.”
Dean looks at you again — and this time it’s not playful. It’s conflicted. “Sam doesn’t need this,” he says quietly. “He’s got enough goin’ on.”
“And what about what you need?”
That hits. He steps closer again — slower this time. “You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he murmurs.
“Already did.”
He lets out a rough laugh — low and almost helpless. Then he kisses you. Not rushed. Not desperate. Claiming. Like he knows it’s wrong. Like that makes it worse. From the office, a chair scrapes against the floor. Dean pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
Summary: You take a pregnancy test after a wild night with your boys. Results were way better than you expected. [WC 789] [AO3!]
Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, fluff
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader x Dean Winchester
Request: @twobrothersandablackcar sam x reader x dean, reader finds out she's pregnant (could be either of the boys) but fluffy, no angst because they're all in on it?
A/N: i didn't name who the actual father of the baby was <3 couldn't decide tbh. Also, sorry for the wait <3
You’re staring at the stick in your hand like it personally offended you.
Two pink lines. Very clear. Very present. Very real.
You blink. Then blink again. Still there. “Well,” you whisper to the empty bunker bathroom, “that’s new.”
Dean is in the kitchen when you walk in, sleeves pushed up, aggressively flipping bacon like it owes him money.
Sam is at the table with a lore book open, glasses perched low on his nose, highlighter in hand.
It’s normal. Domestic. Comfortable.
Your heart does a weird little flip.
“Hey,” Dean says without looking up. “If you’re hungry, you better grab some before Sasquatch over there inhales it all.”
Sam doesn’t look up. “I can hear you.”
“That’s because your ears are closer to heaven,” Dean mutters.
You stand there. Holding the test behind your back.
They both eventually notice you’re not responding.
Sam looks up first. His expression softens immediately. “You okay?”
Dean turns and the joking fades. Because you’re smiling. But your eyes are shiny. “…Why do you look like that?” Dean asks carefully.
You inhale. Exhale. “Well,” you say, voice wobbling in the happiest way possible, “either I’m hallucinating… or we’re about to need a crib in the bunker.”
Silence. Utter, complete silence.
Sam blinks.
Dean frowns. “…What?”
You hold the test out.
Dean stares at it like it’s written in Enochian.
Sam stands slowly. “Is that…?” he starts.
“Two lines,” you confirm softly.
Dean looks between you and Sam like this is some elaborate prank. Then realization hits. His mouth falls open. “Wait. Wait. Are you saying—”
“Yeah.”
Sam’s hand flies to his mouth. He lets out a breath that sounds half-laugh, half-disbelief.
Dean just stares at you. Then at Sam. Then back at you. “…We’re having a baby?” The way he says it — awe-struck, stunned — makes your chest ache.
“Well,” you tease gently, “one of you definitely helped.”
Sam makes a strangled noise.
Dean points at him. “See? I told you my swimmers were Olympic level.”
“Oh my god,” Sam groans, red.
You burst out laughing. And then, suddenly, they’re both moving. Sam reaches you first. His hands land carefully on your waist like you’re made of glass.
“Are you okay?” he asks immediately. “How do you feel? Are you dizzy? Do you need—”
“I’m fine,” you laugh. “It’s been like… twenty minutes.”
Dean steps closer, slower. Like he’s approaching something sacred. He looks at your stomach. Then at you. “Seriously?” he asks softly.
You nod.
Dean rubs a hand over his mouth. And then he smiles. Not cocky. Not sarcastic. Just… bright. Happy. “Holy crap.”
Sam lets out a breathy laugh and pulls you into a hug, careful but tight. You feel him trembling a little. Dean wraps his arms around both of you. It’s a messy, half-crushed group hug.
“We’re gonna need baby-proofing,” Sam murmurs faintly.
“We fight monsters,” Dean scoffs. “We can handle outlets.”
“Dean,” you say gently.
He hums in response.
“You realize there’s a chance it’s yours.” You say with a raise of a brow.
He looks at you, then at Sam. Then he shrugs. “Or it’s Moose’s.” Sam nudges him. Dean’s expression softens. “Doesn’t matter,” he says simply.
And that’s it. No tension. No competition. Just truth.
Sam nods immediately. “We’re both in.”
“Yeah,” Dean agrees. “Kid’s ours. Period.”
Your throat tightens.
Dean crouches slowly in front of you, eyes wide with something dangerously close to tears. He hesitates — then rests his palm lightly on your stomach. “Uh,” he says awkwardly. “Hey there, tiny Winchester.”
Sam kneels beside him, his hand overlapping Dean’s. “Or future genius,” he murmurs softly.
Dean snorts. “Or future rock legend.”
“Or both,” you smile.
Dean looks up at you. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks again, quieter now.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “I am.”
Sam leans in and presses a kiss to your temple. Dean follows with one to your cheek. “We’re gonna be awesome at this,” Sam says, trying to sound confident.
Dean smirks. “Speak for yourself. I’m teaching ‘em classic rock before they can walk.”
“You’re not blasting AC/DC at 3 a.m.” you roll your eyes.
“Don’t limit my parenting style, Samuel.”
You laugh again, tears finally slipping free.
Dean notices immediately and stands, cupping your face. “Hey,” he murmurs. “No crying unless it’s happy.”
“It is happy,” you promise.
Sam pulls both of you back into his arms. “We’ve got you,” he says quietly. “Both of you.”
Dean squeezes tighter. “Yeah,” he adds. “Team Free Will just leveled up.”
You rest your hands over theirs on your stomach.
The bunker suddenly doesn’t feel lonely or underground or haunted. It feels like home. And for the first time in a long time, the future doesn’t feel uncertain. It feels full.
updated May 3 2026. I'm separating the dialogue prompts into their respective sections. Went through Anger & Angst Lists the last few days & separated them into smaller lists. Will be working on the horror/Apocalyptic list next!
PLEASE reblog if you use any of these/wanna share with your writer friends!!
rant/vent/complain about something that bothers you
have you ever..?
confess something/tell me a secret
would you rather..?
unpopular opinions
ask for advice (and i’ll do my best to be helpful lol)
tell me about your crush or best friend (or both)
ask me personal questions
tell me what you like most about yourself
make me choose between..
tell me about your dreams
send me headcanons
my top 5 of whatever
send me puns, jokes, and memes
your favourite fictional character and why you love them
send me recs (movies, books, anime, fics, music etc.)
ask me for recs (…)
fuck, marry, kill
tell me about your pet (or post pics of them and tag me :D)
……
these are just some suggestions that came to my mind right now, so feel free to send me whatever! and feel free to reblog if you want to have a sleepover too ☆
updated May 3 2026. I'm separating the dialogue prompts into their respective sections. Went through Anger & Angst Lists the last few days & separated them into smaller lists. Will be working on the horror/Apocalyptic list next!
PLEASE reblog if you use any of these/wanna share with your writer friends!!
Summary: A classroom discussion almost outs Sam's problematic relationship with his family. [WC 1.3K] [Ao3]
Warnings: wincest, angst, hurt!sam, Stanford Era Sam
based on this post by @angeloftuesdayy
Stanford is supposed to be clean. That’s what Sam tells himself. Clean air. Clean sidewalks. Clean futures. No Dean. No John. No sulfur. No motel wallpaper peeling at the corners. No blood that won’t come out of your cuticles no matter how hard you scrub. Just books. Classrooms. People who have never fired a gun.
The literature building smells like dust and highlighter ink. Sam sits in the third row — close enough to look engaged, far enough not to be called on first.
On the board, in neat chalk letters:
Flowers in the Attic – Confinement, Corruption, Moral Transgression
He knew the book had controversial themes. He didn’t expect the slow, crawling dread that started in his stomach around chapter twelve.
He read it in his dorm room with the window open. He had to keep pausing. Because some of the lines — not the plot, not the specifics — but the loneliness felt too familiar. The feeling of being cut off from the world. Of having only one person who really knew you. Only one person who ever did.
The professor, Callahan — wire-rim glasses, calm voice, gentle authority — starts by talking about Gothic tropes. “The attic functions both as a literal and symbolic prison,” he says. “Now — how does trauma distort the children’s understanding of morality?”
Hands go up. Sam doesn’t raise his. A girl near the front — cardigan, tidy ponytail — speaks first. “Isolation warps their sense of normal boundaries.”
Boundaries. The word lands too close to bone.
Another student adds, “They don’t have a healthy social framework, so what happens between Cathy and Chris becomes inevitable.”
Inevitable. Sam’s thumb digs into the edge of his notebook. A nerve in his jaw twitches.
Callahan nods. “Do we read that inevitability as tragic? Or as moral failure?”
A guy in a baseball cap leans back in his chair. “Both. It’s tragic, but it’s still wrong. I mean — incest isn’t suddenly okay because you’re lonely.”
There it is. The room shifts. What had been literary analysis sharpens into something harsher.
Someone behind Sam says, almost laughing, “Yeah. It’s gross. Like, there’s no context where that’s not gross.”
Gross.
He feels heat crawl up his neck. His body remembers before his brain can stop it. The way motel beds were too small. The way winter nights were too cold and Dean would curl around him because their heater didn’t work. The way Dean’s fingers would linger in his hair after nightmares — longer than necessary. The way Sam never moved away. Never wanted to.
The class keeps talking.
“It’s abuse,” someone says firmly. “Even if they think it’s consensual. There’s no way it’s healthy.”
“It’s pathological,” another adds. “It comes from dysfunction. It’s not real love.”
Sam’s breathing goes shallow. He stares at the word moral on the chalkboard until it blurs. They don’t know. They don’t know about empty highways at 3 a.m. About salt lines on motel floors. About being eleven years old and realizing your brother is the only constant in a universe that wants you dead. They don’t know what survival does to a person. They talk about it like it’s theoretical. Like it’s a psychology case study.
“If two siblings think they’re in love,” the girl in the cardigan says carefully, “that just proves how damaged they are.”
Damaged. Sam feels it like a brand. He presses his pen harder against the page. Crack. Plastic splits in his hand. The sound is sharp in the quiet room.
A few heads turn.
Callahan glances at him. “Everything alright, Mr. Winchester?”
He nods too fast. “Fine.” His voice sounds distant to his own ears.
The discussion keeps rolling.
“It’s society’s job to draw hard lines,” baseball cap says. “Some things are just wrong. Full stop.”
“Exactly,” someone agrees. “We don’t make excuses for that stuff.”
That stuff. Sam swallows against the tightness in his throat. He thinks of Dean laughing in a diner booth, sunlight in his hair. He thinks of the way Dean looks at him like he’s something worth saving. He thinks of the nights where it stopped being accidental. Where Sam chose it. Chose him.
Is that what they’d call it? That stuff?
Callahan sets his chalk down. “Let’s complicate this,” he says. “Does Andrews invite empathy? Or condemnation?”
Silence stretches. And then —
“Mr. Winchester?”
Sam’s head jerks up. Every face in the room turns toward him. He feels pinned under their attention.
You can still walk this back. Say something neutral. Keep it academic. His mouth opens. “It’s…” His throat tightens. “It’s not that simple.” The baseball cap guy snorts quietly. Sam ignores it. “When you’re isolated like that,” he continues, words coming too fast now, “when you don’t have anyone else — your sense of right and wrong isn’t theoretical. It’s… it’s survival.”
A girl frowns. “That doesn’t make it less wrong.”
Something hot and protective surges in his chest.
“You don’t know that.”
The room stills. The defensiveness in his tone is unmistakable.
Callahan’s expression shifts — not judgmental, but attentive. Curious. “Expand on that, Sam.”
His pulse roars in his ears. He can feel the moment slipping out of his control. “If you’ve never been in a situation like that,” he says, quieter now, “you don’t get to sit outside it and say what you would’ve done.”
The cardigan girl tilts her head. “But some lines are universal.”
Universal. Sam thinks about demons. About angels. About a childhood that wasn’t childhood at all. Universal for who?
His jaw tightens. “That’s easy to say when you had options.”
The baseball cap guy leans forward. “Dude. It’s incest.”
The word hits like a slap. A couple people shift uncomfortably. One girl whispers something to her friend.
Sam’s vision tunnels. He can practically see the thought forming in their heads. Why is he taking this so personally?
Callahan steps in gently. “We’re discussing themes, not attacking one another.”
But it’s already happened. The air has changed. Sam is too visible. He can’t undo what he’s revealed. “I just think,” he says, fighting to keep his voice steady, “that calling something ‘sick’ without understanding the context is… lazy.”
There’s an edge there. Anger. And underneath it — hurt.
A long pause.
Then someone near the back says softly, “If someone defends it that hard, it makes you wonder.”
It’s barely audible. But Sam hears it. Oh God. Heat floods his face. He pushes his chair back. It scrapes loudly against the floor.
“I have to go.”
“Sam—” Callahan starts.
But he’s already grabbing his bag. Already halfway to the door. Thirty pairs of eyes follow him. Curious. Confused. Speculative.
The hallway feels too bright when he steps out. He doesn’t stop walking until he’s outside the building entirely. Cold air slaps his face. His hands are shaking. He presses them against his ribs like he can hold something inside.
I’m not sick. I’m not.
But their voices replay anyway.
Gross. Damaged. Pathological.
He thinks about Dean’s hands on his face. Dean’s voice, low and steady, “You and me, Sammy. That’s all that matters.” Would they look at Dean the same way? Would they call him a predator? Would they say Sam was abused?
The thought makes him nauseous. They don’t know him. They don’t know Dean. They don’t know what it’s like to choose the only person who’s ever chosen you back.
Inside the classroom, the whispers are already starting.
“He flipped out.”
“That was intense.”
“Why did he care so much?”
“Do you think he—?”
Stanford is small. Questions grow fast in places like this. By the time Sam makes it back to his dorm, two people have already glanced at him strangely in the quad. Or maybe he imagined it.
He sinks down on the edge of his bed. Stares at his phone. He should call Dean. He should hear his voice. But what would he say?
Hey, Dean? My class thinks we’re disgusting. Hey, Dean? Am I?
His thumb hovers over the call button. He lowers the phone instead. Sits there in the quiet, feeling split in half. Normal on the outside. Something rotten on the inside.
And for the first time since he stepped onto Stanford’s campus, Sam feels the distance between who he’s pretending to be…and who he actually is.
updated May 3 2026. I'm separating the dialogue prompts into their respective sections. Went through Anger & Angst Lists the last few days & separated them into smaller lists. Will be working on the horror/Apocalyptic list next!
PLEASE reblog if you use any of these/wanna share with your writer friends!!
rant/vent/complain about something that bothers you
have you ever..?
confess something/tell me a secret
would you rather..?
unpopular opinions
ask for advice (and i’ll do my best to be helpful lol)
tell me about your crush or best friend (or both)
ask me personal questions
tell me what you like most about yourself
make me choose between..
tell me about your dreams
send me headcanons
my top 5 of whatever
send me puns, jokes, and memes
your favourite fictional character and why you love them
send me recs (movies, books, anime, fics, music etc.)
ask me for recs (…)
fuck, marry, kill
tell me about your pet (or post pics of them and tag me :D)
……
these are just some suggestions that came to my mind right now, so feel free to send me whatever! and feel free to reblog if you want to have a sleepover too ☆
currently working on [Mafia Bucky x songstress fem reader] Dead on Arrival (10/?)
MCU
Bloody Necessities || After months away from his city, Steve returns home to find that his long lost best friend has returned with a request in mind. [VAMPIRE MATT, HUMAN MAFIA LEADER STEVE ROGERS] (1/?)
The Call Out || You get hired as a live-in babysitter for the city’s most dangerous mafia boss, Pietro Maximoff. [MAFIA LEADER PIETRO X BABYSITTER!FEMALE READER] (1/?)
Count on Me || As a powerful mafia leader, the Reader commands respect and loyalty across every corner of the city. Her trusted right-hand man, Steve, brings an old friend into her world—Bucky Barnes. Drawn beneath her watchful eye, Bucky finds himself standing at a crossroads: will he willingly take his place at her side, or will he resist until the bitter end, spilling blood in a war he was never meant to fight? [MAFIA LEADER FEMALE READER X MUSICIAN BUCKY] (1/?)
Dead on Arrival || He was known as the King of Brooklyn, mastermind of the town and its city limits. Anyone could tell you that and you’d be a damned fool not to know that. He was feared and respected by all who had breathed the scent of his cologne. And God forbid those who wrongly crossed his path. His name was almost like a curse, anyone who wasn’t a close friend or a family member, died within days of speaking out against him. She grew up fearing him. After all, he was the reason her mother had died in a car explosion when she had barely passed the age of twelve years old. Of course, it wasn’t exactly his fault. Her mother happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or so she believed. He had been targeting an enemy and the explosion just happened to go off just as her mother strolled the streets, bags full of groceries cradled in her arms. [MAFIA LEADER JAMES BARNES X SONGSTRESS FEMALE READER] (10/?)
Dragon Dweller || She longed for freedom, yet when the opportunity arises, will she brave the green lands outside of her prison? [Knight!Bucky x Princess!Wanda] (1/?)
In All Its' Glory || Feeling scared for your life, you confide in your best friend, Sam Wilson for help in order to keep your ex boyfriends away from you. He issues you a business card to the famed businessman Mister Barnes. Will you be able to avoid your husband, or will your life be torn apart? (1/9)
Into the Darkness || It's been decades since you've had a good time. So when the vampire king threw a ball for the town, of course, you'd gather with your best friend - who happened to be an enemy of the king unbeknownst to you. So when he'd murdered her in front of you, you had no idea what would come about in your life. You had no idea about the history of your creatures, your homage, and the wars fought within your races. But the handsome king persuaded you too easily into his confinement, locking you away from the outside world. Would you ever live to seek revenge? or even your freedom ever again? [Vampire au] (4/?)
Little Lion Man || Bucky's living a double life; he'd been keeping horrible secrets about his life away from you for as long as the pair of you were in diapers together. Horrible secrets that he would rather die than tell you about. When his father dies in the enemies' territory, he has no chose but to come clean about his strange secretive life. [Mafia Bucky x Female Reader] [5/13]
Lost Without You || After Bucky’s long-term girlfriend falls ill from sickness and passes away quickly in her sleep, Bucky changes. He’s not the same man he once was. Will a new face moving in next door help him out of his depression? Or will he forever be lost in a world where he was once so happy? [bucky x female reader]
Songbirds and Gunfire || One night off from your career as an officer of the law can't be too adventurous, right? Once a week, you perform songs for funsies at a friend's bar, never expecting anything in return. Until one night, you're informed that the most dangerous man in the city of Brooklyn wants you in his sights, mafia lord, Bucky Barnes wants to see you. Being an officer of the law, you find this opportunity to be a silver plate, getting close to Barnes, finding out his dirty secrets, and getting close to his inner circle. You never expected to get in serious trouble with him. You're an amazing actress, or so you thought. What will happen to you if he finds out about your double life? [Police Officer/Songstress Female Reader x Mafia Leader] [19/?]
Survival Instinct || Memories are to die for [Steve Rogers x Wanda Maximoff] (2/?)
Swab Yer Decks || After the death of Bucky’s father, he inherits his pirate ship and sets sail to find Cortes’s treasure. Along the way, he reunites with you, his long lost childhood friend. But you quickly realise he’s not that innocent child you once knew long ago. (6/?) [Pirate Bucky x Female Reader]
SPN
A Little Piece of Heaven || After the death of their father, John, Sam and Dean Winchester own the city of Lawrence, Kansas, where a mystery surrounds that of a newcomer at Bobby’s bar after the strange circumstances of Charlie Bradbury’s disappearance, who is this newest addition to Bobby’s bar? Is she the reason behind all of Dean's friends disappearing in thin air? [Songstress Female Reader x Mafia Dean Winchester]
In the Lonely Shadows || Crowley's always there to help convince you everything's going to be okay after Dean leaves with Lisa & Ben. (3/?)
Punchline Secrets || Living a double life shouldn’t be so easy. [Mafia Lord/Boxer Benny Lafitte x College Reporter Female Reader]
This Is Gospel || Dean Winchester is quite the troublemaker in his small hometown. He’s had a troubling childhood, losing his mother in a house fire, his dad being killed by a cop when he was barely 23. He’s all alone in this world, only having his brother Sam Winchester to fall back on in times of trouble. Castiel is a police officer who helps him along the way out of trouble and into a life of recovery. [Police Officer Castiel Novak x Criminal Dean Winchester] (12/17)
HARRY POTTER
A Stolen Heart || When Draco discovers his childhood enemy isn't who he says he is, will he be able to keep himself together? What about his marriage and family? WIll he be able to keep himself in check? What happens when Harry discovers that Draco might actually return his secret feelings? [Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy] [Post Hogwarts] [4/?]
OTHER FANDOMS
Runnin' || Jefferson is a common thief. What happens when he stumbles upon a carriage carrying a beautiful woman? Will she convince him to turn his life around? Or will she join him in the life of robbery? Will he abandon her and continue on by himself? [Robin Hood!Jefferson x Princess!Reader] (1/?)
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IDEAS I HAVE THAT I HAVENT STARTED YET
MCU: Title: Forelsket //Title came from @hy-whump-hei absolutely FOREVER ago. Non avengers AU. You and Sam had been friends since you were in diapers together, your parents being longtime friends before the pair of you were born. Being born barely a month apart, you'd claim that you were siblings in a different timeline. The pair of you did everything together; potty trained, learned to ride bikes, spending family vacations and holidays together. In was almost impossible to see one without the other. Sam started dating first, a freshman in high school. You loved the girl, almost like she was another sister to you. You loved that Sam loved her. Oftentimes, you'd spend the weekends at each other's houses growing up. In middle school, your peers assumed you were already together, but both of you denied the claims. Those rumors didn't fall to silent ears with Sam's girlfriend however and the pair had broken up, much to your sadness. He never once blamed you for the breakup, only seeking comfort in the form of taking you to see movies to get his mind away from her. It was months after Graduation, right before the pair of you went off to separate colleges that you realized you couldn't be without him. He'd been by your side your entire life, being in separate colleges scared you. The thought of never seeing him again in person terrified you. You'd spoken to your parents about this feeling several times, only ever receiving small smirks and chuckles in response. It wasn't until the week before he moved away that you'd sat up in bed from a cold sweat only to realize how deeply you loved Sam, and not in the familial sense. You were falling in love with the man he'd become, only to realize it a week before college.
Title: Winter Shadows Summary: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were both captured and brainwashed by HYDRA after their supposed deaths in WWII. Steve, however, was deemed too mentally resistant to full conditioning, so HYDRA discarded him as a failed experiment. Before doing so, they planted fabricated memories of a woman named Peggy Carter—a love he never had. Decades later, Steve wakes up in a world he doesn’t understand, haunted by the image of a woman he’s desperate to find. When Bucky resurfaces as the Winter Soldier, fragments of the truth begin to unravel, forcing Steve to confront his true past—and the lies that shaped his life. [TSW STUCKY] [no reader inserts]
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The summer I fell in love with a mafia prince.
Taken By the Sea [Sequel] im half temtped to have her & him raid a town for funsiess
I HAVE AN IDEA: IN AN AU WHERE SAM NEVER RETURNS FROM THE CAGE, RIGHT? DEAN DECIDES TO STOP HUNTING ENTIRELY BC IT HURTS TOO MUCH. HE MOVES TO SOME FUCK ALL CITY AND JOINS THE POLICE FORCE. HE CHANGES HIS NAME, BURNS ALL OTHER IDS AND JUST DECIDES TO LIVE AS MARK MEACHUM
A Kiss to Break [sequel]
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IDEAS I HAD FROM AN OLDER BLOG
Violence is Enough- Mobster!Dean Winchester. Follows his journey of spiraling downhill once he witnesses his father’s death. Will Y/N be enough to help him stay in his right mind?
Addicted- Mobster!Bucky where the reader is a drug dealer for another mob and Bucky rescues her
Dance Your Heart Out- Based off the movie Footloose.
Remember the Name- Based from the movie Anastasia. Bucky is a runaway prince. But his memory has been lost. Will his best friend guide him to his royal home? Or will he forever forget his past?
Beauty Beholds The Skies- Beauty & the Beast au. Jefferson (Or bucky) is a vastly arrogant prince, his parents had abandoned him while he was still just a boy. He’s become gross and arrogant, evil, even over the years. And when a lost dog comes barking at his door, with its’ beautiful owner close in toe, will he reform himself and fall in love? Or will he turn his cheek?
fic idea based on the Disney version of Mulan It’s gonna be semi following the plot line, where the reader signs up for war, taking her fathers place. The troop she is in all think she is a male (since she gave a male name) until one night, Bucky, the captain, sees her wounded chest. Later, they fall in in love. But will the love last, is the question?
Better in Time- Hunchback/Rapunzel crossover fic. (well, the fic will be based from them both) BuckyxReader
Mission: Impossible- Mobster Era. Avengers are part of a mobster crew. Tony gets captured and the team is sent ransoms and letters vowing that the men responsible will indeed kill Tony if the Avengers do not give up money & territory.
Toxicity- Dystopian fic. A nasty virus spreads throughout NYC and somehow the reader/Bucky haven’t caught it. However, they’re nowhere near their friends, the Avengers. Will they reach them in time before its too late? Or will the virus win victory?
Some Nights- Mobster!Bucky the reader’s father is a mob boss and you fall in love with one of his henchmen
The Orphan- This fic is still in the mind-process. It will follow the journey of an orphaned boy, Peter Parker, who gets adopted by a Mobster, Tony Stark.
Over The Rainbow-Mobster!Clint Barton. Everyone believes the reader is homosexual until she starts dating Bucky Barnes.
Reflections-Mobster!Soulmate! Au!- Mobster Tony Stark is a rival of Bucky Barnes. Always has been, forever will be. But what happens when Bucky’s own sister falls for Tony Stark at a first meeting?
Turn Back Time- Au where the reader is the one who gets the vibranium arm. Bucky & the Avengers go to rescue her. [stucky x reader] [HAVE THIS INS GOOGLE DOCS, NEED TO REWRITE]
Till I Collapse - Mafia Sam Wilson
Last Resort - A/B/O DeanBenny (older benny)
Her Portrait in Black - Rewrite of Little Lion Cub (mafia bucky) turning it into a mafia Dean)
Run to the Hills -Prequel to Royally Screwed, focusing on Steve x Reader friendship/ exile
The East Side Tragedy -- Mafia Clint Barton x Reader
Empty Walls - Dean Winchester is a Mob Boss. And when Dean wants something, he will do whatever it takes to get it. And what is he currently after? Oh, nothing, just the beautiful broad singing up on his Uncle Bobby’s stage. [Mafia Dean au]
Chandelier - Boxer Steve Rogers
Preaching for Hell - Rewrite of Fade to black, except Reader's the vampire this time.
Lost & Fading- Finding Nemo!au- Bucky becomes desperate to find his best friend once he realizes she’s disappeared from the Avengers Tower. Will he find her? Or will she forever be lost to him?
Change Your Mind- Brave!au- After an intense fight between you and Bucky, you vow to get your revenge on him. He thinks your kidding around until he wakes up with an arm made of metal. Will he forever have the metallic limb? Or will you both resolve your issues and cause his arm to become human like once more?
Tell Me Baby- Frozen!au- You joined the Avengers at the tower as Tony’s assistant, giving him whatever he wants and doing whatever he wants. Unbeknownst to the team, you’ve been hiding your powers- you can control fire, even spit it form your very fingertips. What will come of you once Bucky finds out this crucial information?
The Number of the Beast- Tarzan!au fic. Bucky grew up inside Hydra’s facility. It’s turned him into a despicable monster. Will the Avengers be able to tame the beast inside TWS? Or will he forever be a monster?
Seize The Day- Rapunzel fic. Steve Rogers fic. An accident causes Steve to discover the reader has been locked away in a tower nearly all her life. Will he be able to save her?
Remember The Name- Based from the movie Anastasia. Bucky is a runaway prince. But his memory has been lost. Will his best friend guide him to his royal home? Or will he forever forget his past?
Better in Time- Hunchback/Rapunzel crossover fic. Bucky’s trapped in HYDRA’s facility & the reader KNOWS Bucky already, so against the team’s wishes she goes all alone… but gets imprisoned herself. And then then team realise she’s missing so they go and find them both.
