Hi I'm Kris! 40ish/writer and reblogger ~~ my blog is not intended for minors~~ NSFW 18+ ONLY https://supraveng.tumblr.com/post/190373097837/my-masterlist
Here is a small list of some incredible blogs I've found. Honestly, they are so good that I don't bother to ask to be tagged, I just stalk them daily to see if they've written or reblogged anything because they are amazing
@talesofadragon writes for Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Bucky Barnes, Steve Roger and Thor Odinson
@buckyscrystalqueen writes for Chibs Telford, Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Happy Lowman, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Charles Xavier, Crowley, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Pratt, Jason Momoa, Mark Sheppard, David Harbour, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jared Padalecki, Machine Gun Kelly, Henry Cavill, Carter Baizen, Owen Grady, Star Lord, Jimmy Darling, Negan, Bjorn Ironside, Mickey Milkovich, Clark Kent
@loverslodge writing and reblogging about are Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Dramione, Loki, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey etc. I have a long list with zero brain power to list them all.
@kazsrm67 supernatural writer {Dean girl (with a slight Sam kink)}
@missvelvetsstuff die hard Bucky girl, in the best way possible
@alliceolivia lots of good Marvel fics
I would love if my mutuals would reblog this list and add to it so I can find some more amazing tumblr people!
P.S. if I listed you here, I will reblog anything you tag me in, I don't have a huge following but I have some incredible mutuals
Summary: You quickly become an unofficial mascot for two rival soccer teams after Pietro and Peter bring you to a guys night. But you’re quick to have a preference between the two.
Summary: An arranged marriage flips your life upside down. What you thought you knew about your family doesn't seem to be true at all. How will Steve and you navigate your life together?
Warnings: angst, mentions of death, a swear word here and there, insulting of Sarah Rogers, yes that needed to be a warning, difficult family relationship, if I missed anything please let me know
A/N: This is the first part of a series. I had this idea for over two years with some scenes already written out or well thought through. Thank you all for encouraging me to finally do something with it. But don't come for me, you wanted this!
I promised to tag the lovely @ronearoundblindly 🩷
Divider by @saradika-graphics
Chapter One - Cannot stop the rain
The constant bustle of people and their conversations were a white noise like no other. One you can't concentrate on too long, especially when you have to hold conversation with whoever thought it was his turn to smooze a king.
Steve hates galas. He hates the pretentiousness that came with them and the people who attended but most of all he hates that he had no choice but to go. A king missing one of these was only excused when a serious matter arose. And those don't come by easily when you need them. He yearned for the times when he didn't need to attend these things, back when his mom still was the reigning queen and shielded him from this world. But with his mom gone he had to step up.
Gone where the days he travelled the world, studied art and made new friends. So easily replaced with duty and grief... and a stupid crown on his head. He was lucky enough he could hire his friends as staff, lucky enough his oldest friend was his right hand man and never left him alone for too long. James Bucky Barnes, his childhood defender, his best friend, his right hand and occasionally, much to Steve's dismay, his wingman. If only that would have worked out already. He seems to be casually watching people dance but in reality he watches the couples spend quality time together at a stuck up event. If he had a partner maybe this wouldn't be so bad? Maybe people wouldn't constantly come up to talk to him because he'd be dancing himself, someone in his arms, looking at him lovingly...
"Senator Lee is coming up next" a smooth voice mumbles over his shoulder, Sam Wilson. A friend he found in college, a politics major and his chief of staff. Steves eyes find the older gentleman approaching him. He's talked with him before, quite often actually, and he was always so kind and encouraging.
The small talk with senator Lee went by faster than Steve anticipated. Before the next person could swoop in to talk to him he excused himself to the restroom. Bucky, his honorary security detail for the evening since he refused to take his actual one, made to follow him. "It's just the bathroom Buck. I'll be fine and I'll come straight back here." he says lowly, his eyes rolling at the antics. He didn't need this much security before he became a king. Bucky hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering to Sam who looks a bit unsure himself. "I mean... It's just the bathroom... No danger there. Nat wouldn't go inside with him either right?" Steve lets out a sigh at Sam's statement. Natasha, the head of security, ruled with an iron fist. She had all of them so scared they wouldn't dare to disobey her orders... except maybe her husband Clint but he got free passes for life.
"Right... Just come right back here?" Bucky looks at him and with a sigh and a nod Steve agrees. Before they can say anything else and before whatever lady just seems to approach them can start to talk, Steve hurries to the restroom. He locks himself in a cabin just for a few moments alone. But even those aren't truly alone.
The door to the restroom opens up not too long after him and of course that person takes ages to do their business. With a silent grumble Steve finishes up and leaves the cabin to wash his hands. Just then the door to another cabin opens and an older gentleman with thinning grey hair, in a three piece suit steps out. His eyes meet Steve's in the mirror as he walks up to the sink area himself. They look cold, although he has a smile plastered on his face. Fake niceties like Steve has grown used to.
"King Rogers." He acknowledges and Steve simply gives a nod. He isn't even safe in the fucking bathroom!
"Black isn't really your colour." Steve's brows furrow. What was that supposed to mean? "You know many families waited for the old crone to finally step down and let you be the king. Women shouldn't hold that much power, especially when there's no king at her side to keep her in check. Who would have thought it would take her to die for you to finally step up." The man seems calm and collected as if he didn't just insult Steve's mother.
"What the fuck did you say about my mom? Old crone?!" His blood was boiling and he was this close to hitting the old man if it weren't for his manners. His mom raised him better but she wasn't here to keep him in check was she?
"Oh calm down Steven. No need to get all flustered and angry. Hold your tongue before you say something you'll regret. We'll be one happy family soon after all." The man smirked and calmly dried his hands. He teaches over and turns off Steve's tab, the blonde frozen from anger. What did he just say? He must be demented. "What?" Is all that Steve can bring out. Confused and angry and still so so close to punch that guy.
"Oh you don't know. Can't say I'm surprised, your mother shielded you a lot. Now I have to do all the explaining. That's why women should never be in charge.” he rolls his eyes. “Are you familiar with the Hastings family?" The man hands Steve one of the towels and casually leans against the sink. Hastings? Steve has heard that name before... Wasn't that the royal family that fell from grace three generations ago? His eyes flit to the man.
"Sounds familiar." Is all he can grid out. What is this man on about? Is he just here to gossip?
"Clever boy." The smirk on the old man's face is uncanny. As if he can read Steve all too well. "You know exactly who they are but instead of going off to gossip like all the other royals out there you keep your answer neutral. What a good king you make." Steve's confusion grows.
"What does the Hastings family have to do with us becoming one?" Steve bites out. "Ah straight to business. Just how I like it. You see the Hastings family and the Rogers family go way back. Many, many generations in fact. King Joseph Rogers the first and King George Hastings even made a little pact, that yes, still stands today." His eyes search Steve's face and his grin looks so satisfied. "That the families will unite as soon as there is a male and female heir born into the families. Now ever since then both families only bore strong sons with an occasional daughter that was out of the age range for marriage. That is until roughly 30 years ago. When you and my granddaughter were born just two years apart." Steve's brow lifts. The old man was a Hastings. Wanting to fulfill a deal that was made over a hundred years ago... Bullshit.
"Whatever deal you're referring to will not stand with today's laws. So you can stop badmouthing my mom and trying to get me to marry your desperate granddaughter now." Steve spits. The man just grins. "Oh, it will Steven. Here let your lawyers check this and then get back to me about when my granddaughter can move in with you. " He laughs and hands Steve an envelope before he walks out of the restroom and back into the gala.
Steve's eyes fall on the envelope, it's burning in his hands but he needs to get this checked. He can't marry someone because of an old deal. He can't marry someone with a grandfather daring to insult his mom that's not even been dead for a month. Steve's eyes start to burn with tears. His mom shielded him from so much while she also did her best to prepare him for this life... He wishes she was here... That he wouldn't need to mourn her so publicly while also keeping his tears in to not seem weak. He wishes he could wear the dark blue suits she got for him because according to her that's the colour he looks the most handsome in. He wishes she could brush his hair out of his face one more time. Just once more with that sweet smile that was reserved for him only.
He takes a shakey breath and swallows the lump in his throat. A brief look in the mirror, a deep breath, straightening his tie. He can't show weakness. Not here, not ever. 'Safe the tears for your bedroom, Rogers.' the voice in his head commands. He wipes away the stray tear that got caught in his lashes, pockets the envelope and with another deep breath makes his way back to his friends.
They're chatting, most likely teasing each other. As soon as Bucky sees him both heads turn to Steve with a concerned gaze swiping up and down. They seem to come to the conclusion that he's okay and relax. "We need to leave." he says as soon as he reaches them. His tone more urgent than he wanted to. "Why you got diarrhea? Took you pretty long in there... I told ya to lay it easy on the hors d'oeuvres." Bucky teases with a grin that immediately falls as soon as he sees Steves eyes. Sam can't even get his joke in before Bucky declares that they're leaving. He leads Steve to the host of the gala for a quick goodbye and then out to the car they came in.
Within 10 minutes they're on the road. For the first time with only the three of them in the car, Steve pulls up the divider for privacy. Shielded from Sam and Bucky, he allows himself to spill a few tears for his mother before he can make it to the safety of his bedroom. He knows that will be away for another few hours, especially with the envelope that's burning a hole into his pocket.
Ever since you were young your family hasn't cared much for you. The only thing that was important to them was that you did exactly what they wanted... in every aspect of your life. You got the education they wanted, you went to college for what they wanted and you hid your interests to make them like you. At the beginning of your twenties you finally broke out of that circle. You moved far away with your friend and only occasionally visited for important matters, much to their dismay. Just like you were now.
The train ride never isn't boring, even with a good book and music. The most thrilling plot or the most beautiful lyrics couldn't distract you from the stranger sitting next to you. Somehow you always had the luck of them eating something disgusting, talking loudly on the phone, constantly bumping into you or being a stranger to the concept of headphones.
Your eyes wander over to your friend and her husband for the millionth time. They were sitting together, cuddling, yet somehow each minding their own business. Her husband looking out of the window, headphones in, music on and daydreaming. Your friend reading the newest book from her favourite author. How you wish you had someone to share a seat with... to share a life with. You wouldn't have a stranger next to you. You'd have a partner. You could cuddle and mind your own business at the same time... or play a game? Would you get upset at them winning Uno? Or would you love them too much to get frustrated?
You let out a sigh. You've been single for so long... a partner was still written in the stars and wouldn't come by anytime soon. So you'd have to deal with strangers next to you on the train, the couch for yourself and your family constantly badgering you when you'd move back and find a partner. It's not like you planned being almost thirty and still single. As a child you dreamed about being married with children at this age. Maybe having a little house and a dog. You wanted to be surrounded by friends, leave your family out of it as much as you could. Just enjoy life with your partner. But here you were, still alone. Maybe wallowing in self pity at a life that could have been would be a good way to pass time till you were back at your family's place.
You pull your suitcase after you. The walk from the train station wasn't too long and you know better than to ask anyone to pick you up. You don't want to inconvenience them or owe them. Last time you asked your mother and she made you wash all the dishes from the family party by hand after you played waitress during the entirety of it. You'd rather choose walking 30 minutes to the house than do that again.
As you come closer you spot your grandpa's car in the driveway. He must be here to oversee the preparations for his birthday party tomorrow. You briefly look down at yourself, jeans and t-shirt. It looks good enough but you already know you'd be criticised left and right. Never enough for them.
With a deep breath you ring the doorbell and wait. It's not too long before the door opens to reveal your mother. She takes in your appearance and sneers before she greets you. She steps to the side to let you in. "You visit your family that you never see and you show up dressed like some slob. You could wear something nice every now and then." She grumbles before she goes to the living room to announce that you're here. Well if you knew your grandpa would be here a day early you would have tried to wear something nicer. You leave your suitcase next to the door and follow her into the living room. You greet everyone and listen to your siblings' judgments until your grandpa stops them.
"Enough. Let's not ruin this joyful day for our family." He announces before he gets up and stands next to you. Joyful day? What happened? Did he finally win the lottery? You look at him confused.
"You all need to learn to not criticise her so much anymore. After all it would be a bad image to her fiancé and the press." Everyone nods along as if what he said did make any sense. Even your father who usually only shows interest for the drink in front of him, nods along. Has he got dementia since the last time you visited? "What?" Is all you can bring out at which your mother scoffs.
"Well dear... It took you a long time to find a partner, which in hindsight I'm very grateful about. You know our family has a long history and its history and glory shall be restored soon enough.” Your grandpa declares like it's some victory. “Many hundred years ago our ancestors made a deal with the royal family of Brooken. The first heirs of opposite sex shall marry and unite our families. It just never worked out age wise until you came along. Born just two years after the now reigning King Steven Rogers." He explains and you're absolutely sure they all lost their damn minds. No royal family would make a deal with commoners, especially back then.
"Well I recently met the young man and reminded him of this deal. He's more than eager to fulfill it and marry you. He'll collect you and bring you to Brooken tomorrow." He squeezes your arm, a smile plastered on his face. You can't do anything but stare at him and then burst out in laughter. They were messing with you. Or playing along with your grandpa's dementia... But no one else was laughing. They all looked rather serious... And the house looked so clean... Was this not a joke?
"This... This has to be a joke...?" You say, looking at him with desperation. "Why would it be? You'll restore the Hasting family's glory and finally be of use to us.” your heart breaks a little more. Were you truly this worthless? Did nothing you did for them before count? You look up at them, desperate to find any sign that this wasn't true. That they were playing a prank. The stone faces of your parents and siblings look back at you. This... This wasn't a joke. They'd marry you off to some stranger. To a king? To gain what? What about your life? What about your place? Your job? You can't just leave that behind for some king who's probably a huge asshole... Your long fought for freedom taken by your family and that guy. Back under control, every move watched and criticised.
The rest of the day has been cruel. Your family was between joy at your engagement to a king and anger at you trying to refuse. In-between all the explaining, that really didn't give you any new information or any that would make sense of the situation, you texted your friend which promised to call you later.
“It's not all that bad… at least he's handsome!” Your friend tries to reason. “Plus you'd be a queen! No more shitty job that doesn't pay you enough. You'd live in a castle and wear pretty dresses.” She offers and is met with a heavy sigh.
“Yeah that's great but at what cost? My freedom. I really love my one bedroom apartment. You know why? Because it's mine. I can do what I want. And in his castle? I probably won't even be allowed to hang a picture on the wall. There'll be people watching my every move and reporting back to him. I'll be just as miserable as I used to be at my parents place.” The white of the ceiling starts to become blurry with the tears that are about to spill. “What if I can never see you again? What if he won't let me have any friends?” Your voice breaks at the thought.
“He doesn't look like he'd be such an asshole. He looks nice and the articles write nice things about him too.” She reasons. “Yeah and who has big influence on the press? Him. Of course they wouldn't write anything bad about him.” You complain. “They have written not so nice things about him. Especially with him grieving his mother…” that you do feel sorry for. They seemed to have a good relationship, losing a loving parent isn't easy. “Give him a chance. You never know maybe he's a prince charming.” Her voice sounds encouraging.
“What does a king even want with a commoner? Why would a king make a deal like that hundreds of years ago? I don't get it…” you question. “Who knows maybe your family had blackmail material on the royals.” At that you snort a bit. “Maybe… he seems eager to get married. My family is eager for this. Why am I the only one who thinks this is a bad idea?” Your hands pick on the scratchy blanket your mother put on the guest bed for you. “Because you're the one who loses a lot for this. Your family gains royalty… at least they'll be royal adjacent? I mean they do have the stick up their asses like royals already. And he gains a wife? Dating must be hard when you're a king.” She muses. “His last relationship was six years ago. His ex left him for another prince and got married like a year after.” You hum at the information she found. His whole life could be found on the internet which makes you wonder what he even knows about you? Your family didn't even know you so he couldn't even get something accurate from them.
“Listen, I gotta go… but give it a chance? And if he's an asshole and you need out, you text me and we'll come to break you out ok?” you sigh at your friends offer but ultimately agree. You'll try, it's not like you can leave the house and flee without your family noticing and coming for you anyways. You place your phone on the nightstand and cuddle up in bed. Your eyes fall on the monstrosity of dress your mother picked out for you. Maybe if you truly wore that pink pile of whatever the seamstress had left over, he'd run for the hills and you'd still be free.
"Sorry Steve... I can check a few more things but this is airtight... They can force you to marry that girl..." his lawyer says. Steve sighs and looks up from his desk to look at the brunette who meets him with a warm empathetic smile. Maria Hill, top of her class, badass in their softball team and brilliant lawyer. Steve recommended her to his mom when the old lawyer retired. Maria showed her wits and was hired within two hours of her interview.
"There's no way a deal from over a hundred years ago still holds up! You're telling me there was not a single occasion where this desk could have already been fulfilled? Aren't the Hastings fucking hornballs with so many family members? They're not even royal anymore! How does this hold up?" Bucky rants, clearly trying to protect his friend. Maria meets his eyes and lifts an eyebrow.
"Well if you want to go through the entire family trees and history to try and prove that be my guest. Matter of fact is that King Joseph and King George thought of everything in their agreement. Even the downfall of royalty... Or in this case the downfall of one royal family. This seems to be their way back. Making Steve marry the granddaughter so at least she is tuly royal." Maria says dryly. "I will check it over once more. I think we all should get as much rest as this night still offers but... don't get your hopes up Steve." She adds as she gets up and takes the contract that was in the envelope before. "What if we kill her. Can't marry someone that's dead" Bucky suggests and immediately gets a slap on the back of his head from Sam.
"As your lawyer I would advice against the murder of the future spouse of your best friend. You'd be one of the first suspects and I'm sorry to say this Barnes but your pokerface isn't as great as you'd like to think." Maria states before she looks at Steve. He's exhausted, his face in his hands, his hair ruffled. "Go to bed Steve." She says softly, worried about her friend.
Steve let's out a sigh and gets up. "Dismissed. Good night." Is all he can say before he drags himself out of his office and up the stairs. His mind is a flurry of thoughts that just won't shut up no matter how much he tries. He lets out a sigh as soon as he reaches the third floor. To the left is his room, to the right the room of his mother. His legs move on their own, carrying him to the portrait of her that's covered in a black veil. In the last month he often stood in front of it. He wished it good night before he'd get in bed. Just like he planned to do today.
"Night mom..." He whispers, the tears in his eyes returning once more. "This is all so hard without you… you would know what to do with this stupid deal… I wish you were here." his voice breaks at that. He gulps and tries to hold back his tears. He isn't in the safety of his own bedroom yet. But he isn't sure he's gonna make it till there. His eyes wander to his door, so far away, and back to the portrait. He gulps and moves towards her door. Her room is safe too. Even if it brings sad memories.
He softly closes the door behind him, his eyes falling onto her bed. He'd often sleep with her as a child. When he had nightmares, when he was upset about his father dying, when he was sick. Just one more time he tells himself and takes off his shoes. He can sleep in the sweatpants and shirt he put on earlier, he doesn't need a fancy pyjama set. Hesitantly he slips under the yellow covers. His nose immediately fills with her scent. Her favourite laundry detergent mixed with her perfume and he can't hold back the tears any longer. The dam breaks and he sobs into her pillow. After many minutes of crying he falls asleep enveloped by her one more time.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader. Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson
Summary: Bucky breaks up with you, leaving you broken hearted.
Word count: 4,232
Warnings: angst. Bucky’s horrible in this. swearing. fluff. talks of drugs. insecurities.
Masterlist
You had been dating Bucky for three years, three wonderful full of love years. Meeting at the cafe where you two kept bumping into each other, a few weeks of it happening he asked you your name, a few more weeks he asked if you’d like to sit with him, months go by and he asks you out on a date.
Not long after you two found an apartment and moved in together, it was small but it was perfect for the two of you. For three whole years you loved him, spent many nights comforting him back to sleep when he had a nightmare - pulling him into your arms, only going back to sleep once you knew he was asleep. You went above and beyond for him, washing and drying his clothes, folding them nicely and putting them away for him. He always woke up to breakfast and his favourite drink - black coffee. Dinner was always on the table when he got back from missions or training at the tower with Steve and Sam. You put his own needs, feelings and wants before your own and you did it happily.
Five months before your four year anniversary things started to change. Bucky would always mention a female agent who according to him ‘was the best agent he’d ever met’, it didn’t bother you at first because it wasn’t the first time he praised agents to you but over time when he mentioned her your heart started to hurt.
You met her once, you told her that you had heard nothing but good things about her, she smiled politely and then asked who you were. Turned out Bucky never mentioned to her that he had a girlfriend and the worst part was she actually looked guilty that she didn’t know anything about you.
Bucky would constantly pick arguments with you over the smallest of things, and the things he would call you caused you to be insecure about yourself. One time he got angry at the fact that you hadn’t picked up his henley that he left on the floor. After arguing he would stomp towards the door, slamming it behind him with a deafening bang, leaving you to flinch at the noise, leaving you to cry and wonder what you did wrong, leaving you to clean up the mess he had made.
You woke up to an empty bed, a grin making its way onto your lips as you stretched before getting out of bed, making your way out of the bedroom. The grin falling when you come face to face with an empty apartment.
You grabbed your phone off the bedside table, your heart instantly pounding painfully in your chest. One text message.
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Bucky💕- it’s over. you can have the apartment I’ll get Steve to get my things.
2:45am.
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You rang him straight away but there was no answer, on your eighth try it got cut off immediately. He blocked your number. Your eyes began frantically moving around the room as your breathing picked up, tears streaming down your cheeks, then everything went black.
When you came back around, your head hurt and when you raised your hand to the throbbing part you saw blood, you banged your head off the corner of the draws as you fell. Grabbing your phone once again you go to ring Bucky, frowning when the call didn’t go through and when you see the message you burst out crying once again, you thought it was all a terrible nightmare.
Not only did he break up with you over text with no explanation but he also broke up with on your four year anniversary.
For three days you didn’t move, didn’t eat, didn’t drink, you just stayed there on the bedroom floor crying, clutching your chest as the pain started to increase, and then passing out just to wake up and do it all over again.
On the fourth day you perked up when there was a knock at the door, on wobbly legs you made your way to the door thinking, hoping that it was Bucky - maybe he forgot his key and the past four days were all a terrible dream, you told yourself.
Steve’s heart ached at seeing you with swollen eyes, cracked lips, your hair a complete mess, but when he saw the dried blood and bruise on your head his heart sunk. “Y/n.”
“W-where is he?” Your words were so quiet that Steve despite having enhanced hearing struggled to understand what you said.
“He’s at the tower, he erm, he told me to get his things.”
“I-I-I’ll g-go and ge-get him-”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Steve hated this. He hated seeing you look so confused and lost. He hated knowing what his best friend did to you. “I’m going to make you some food, you need to eat darling.”
You nodded not fully knowing what he was saying, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and guided you into the kitchen. After cooking you some food he left you at the dining table so he could pack Bucky’s things, when he came back out he frowned at seeing the plate still full and you just sitting there staring at the wall.
“Y/n? Sweetheart you need to-“
“I thought we were going to get married and have kids and have a cat and-and we’d be happy but I was wrong.”
“I’m so sor-“
“Not your fault, it’s mine.” Wiping a fallen tear, you look around the apartment. “I wasn’t even worth breaking up with face to face but over a text. A text on our anniversary, that’s all I’m worth-“
“Don’t think that Y/n!”
“Why? It’s true. Can I ask you something? And please be honest with me.” Steve nods, dreading what you was going to ask him. “He left me for that agent didn’t he?”
“Y/n-“
“Please Steve, I need to know.”
“I-I saw them kissing the other day, I was angry at him and he told me you two broke up.”
“What day?”
“Y/n-“
A humourless laugh falls your lips as you shake your head. “On our anniversary, right? Here I am crying over him whilst he’s probably fucking that woman, I’m so stupid.” Steve goes to open his mouth but you continue. “Have you got everything of his?”
“Not yet.”
“I’m going for a shower, you have half an hour to get as much of his things out as you can, whatever is left will go in the bin.” You walk straight past the blond and go straight for the bathroom, not even waiting for the water to get hot enough you stand under the shower head. As you cleaned yourself up and washed your hair, you cried.
Wrapping the towel around your body you didn’t even look in the mirror, too scared to see what you looked like. Steve had just come back inside after taking some boxes to his car when you came out of the bathroom.
“Are you done?”
“Yeah. Y/n, I’m so sorry.”
“Like I said it’s not your fault Steve. I’ll see you around I guess.”
“He’s an absolute idiot.” He whispers, before pulling you in for a hug. “Don’t be a stranger, please.”
A week after Steve came to get Bucky’s things he was knocking on the door, he had come to check in on you. Putting his key in the lock he frowned when it didn’t fit. “Y/n?”
“She’s gone.”
Steve’s head whipped round to see an older woman standing outside her door. “What?”
“She moved out a few days ago, it’s about time she left that man anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“He was horrible to her in the past few months, could hear him call her vile things.” She shakes her head sadly. “She was such a sweet girl, it’s a shame she’s gone.” The neighbour says before going back inside, leaving Steve angry and confused.
An hour after Steve left after picking Bucky’s things up you rang your mum and asked if you could come back home, she instantly said yes, two days later your father and brother came to help you pack everything up. Even though you said to Steve that you’d bin anything that you found of Bucky’s, you felt yourself torn when you came across his dog tags. On one hand you wanted to be petty and throw them in the bin along with a few clothes of his because you knew how much they meant to him, but on the other you couldn’t find yourself to do so, so you put them in an envelope, wrote the tower’s address and posted it. Your dad offered to take it to the tower but you quickly shut that idea down.
It had been a year since Bucky broke your heart over a text message, for the first few months staying with your parents they hated hearing the cries coming from the bathroom as you showered. Your dad’s friend found an apartment for you which you were thankful for, as much as you loved your parents they started to get on your nerves.
You met your next door neighbour the day you was moving in, he was beautiful - having that thought about another man other than Bucky made you feel extremely guilty which made no sense because he dumped you for another woman, a woman who was stunning - he introduced himself and helped you carry your things up alongside your dad and brother.
A knock on the door had your attention taken away from the tv in front of you. “Y/n.” Another knock. “Y/n!”
“I’m coming, calm down!”
Answering the door you looked slightly confused at the man in front of you, pizza boxes in his hands, a red spot on his forehead. “Can I come in?”
“Of course, what happened to your head?”
“I-well I couldn’t knock because you know” he raised the boxes. “So I used my head.”
“I worry about you sometimes.”
“Because you love me.” You stuck your tongue out at him whilst he winked as he placed the boxes of pizza on the coffee table.
“What brings you here anyway?”
“Got a hot date.”
“Yeah? So why are you here? In my apartment.”
“Because you’re my hot date.” Your eyebrow shot up as you looked at him. “Y/n… the last season of our shows out!”
“Shit, really?“
“I’m so ashamed right now, how could you forget?”
“Ari… never-mind, just sit down so we can watch.”
Since meeting Ari and finding out that the two of you had a lot in common and the fact that you were next door neighbours, you two formed a close friendship, you two had found a series that you both loved and promised each other that you wouldn’t watch it without the other.
Halfway through the third episode you felt Ari’s eyes on you. “What?”
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Ew, no I’m not.”
“What do you mean ew, Y/n you’re stunning.”
“Are you high again?” Ari went out with a few of his friends a few months back, he showed up at your apartment begging you to let him in, he was in full panic mode and began barricading the front door. You asked nervously what was wrong and he looked you dead in the eye and told you that the bees were after him, according to him they had all ganged up on him and began chasing him.
He admitted that he had ate a brownie, telling you it tasted weird before he started giggling.
You found out the next day that he ate six of these weird tasting brownies.
“No, I’m three months clean.” He smiled proudly. “No more drugs for me, but I’m being serious Y/n you’re really beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You blush. It had been a long time since someone called you beautiful other than your parents. Bucky had stopped calling you anything affectionate the second he started mentioning the female agent.
“Y/n? Come back to me sweet girl.” Ari’s voice pulled you out of the memory of the last time Bucky called you beautiful.
“Huh? Sorry.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, no it’s okay, I-it’s just been a long time since someone called me that.”
Ari shuffled closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, he pressed his lips to your temple giving you a sweet short kiss. “Let me take you on a date.” He says after a few minutes of silence.
“I don’t want to go on a pity date.” You laughed.
“It’s not a pity date. Y/n I really like you, I have since we’ve met but I was nervous to ask you.”
“And you aren’t anymore? Nervous I mean?”
“Nope.” He winked at you, smiling when you giggle. “So what do you say pretty girl? Go on an incredible date with the bestest guy you know?”
“Yeah? Who is he?”
“Me… obviously.”
“Then yes I’ll go on a date with you.”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” His smile only widens when you nod and shuffle closer to him, resting your head on his chest.
Just before he left, you confessed that you had feelings for him, a massive smile made an appearance on his lips instantly.
You felt a feeling of content that you hadn’t felt for a long time.
Half eleven came quicker than expected, just as you were tying your laces to your docs Ari knocked at the door. “Hey, I just need to grab my bag and we can go.” You rush off leaving him at the door to grab your bag. “Ari?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re staring.”
“Huh? Oh. Hi.”
“Hi, are you alright?”
“I’m good. You’re stunning. Oh these are for you by the way.” He hands over a large bouquet of your favourite flowers, a small smile on his lips as his cheeks start to turn red.
“Ari you didn’t have to get me flowers, but thank you I love them.”
“I had to, my ma said.”
After putting the flowers in a vase and water you and Ari made your way down to his car, he still hadn’t told you where he was taking you only telling you to dress comfy. The whole drive to the unknown destination was filled with laughter, Ari telling you really bad jokes just because he loved hearing your laugh. He finally tells you where he’s taking the two of you as he comes around the corner from the place.
Coney Island.
“I remember you saying you love amusement parks and I thought it’d be the perfect place for our first date.” Ari says as he watches your eyes light up at seeing the rides.
“This is amazing! Ari, you’re amazing.”
Once parked and an argument between the two of you over who was paying for the tickets - Ari winning by literally pushing you away from the ticket stand - you two made your way to the first ride.
“We have five rides left, where do you want to go next?” You asked him as the two of you were waiting to order food.
“It’s up to you but I kinda wanna go on the biggest one last.”
As the two of you were eating you kept noticing Ari looking over to the side, a smirk on his lips and as you glanced over you saw a beautiful woman standing there, your heart instantly sank. Of course he didn’t want to go on a real date with you like you thought and after convincing yourself that it was time for you to move on, you felt so stupid for confessing feelings for him. Maybe you could play it off as a joke and tell him he should ask this gorgeous woman for her number.
“Y/n?”
“Yeah?”
“You finished?”
“Yeah.” You hadn’t but you no longer had an appetite.
He stands up and puts the rubbish in the bin, as you stand you wrap your arms around yourself. Ari doesn’t even think about what he does as he pulls your arms away so he could hold your hand and walks over to where the woman was. He doesn’t even bat an eye as he walks past her, going straight up to a ring toss stand.
“I’m going to win you a big bear.” He says with determination as he pays the man.
You blink once, twice, trice, your eyes going from him to the woman and back to him. “What?”
“I’m great at these, I swear.” And he was right. He gets three bottles in a row. “Which one are you picking sweet girl?” His bright blue eyes shine brighter as he stares at you, a proud smile on his lips waiting for your reply.
“Erm… that one.” You point up to the large bear with checkered bow tie around its neck. Thanking the man as he hands over the bear, you hold it close to you. “Ari…”
“Yeah?”
“Y-you should ask for her number.”
“Who?”
“That woman.” You point over to the woman.
“And why would I do that? I’m on the best date with the most amazing woman, I don’t want some woman’s number.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am positive pretty girl.” He smiles softly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I saw you eyeing up that panda, do you want it?” Your grin widens when Ari starts nodding, a cheeky grin on his lips.
“Gonna win it for me?”
“I’m going to try.” Handing over the bear he won you, you pay the man and start throwing, surprising yourself when you get all three bottles.
Ari’s face lit up when the man handed him the large panda, you both thank the man and Ari’s quick to hold your free hand as you being walking away from the stand. “Thank you.”
“You got me one.”
“Y/n, I want you to meet someone.”
“Who?”
“Pandy.” He brings the panda further around so you can see him. “He’s a great friend of mine, he’s awesome as well.”
“Hi Pandy. I want you to meet someone too.” And you do the same, showing him the bears face. “Meet Mr Bow, he truly is my best friend he’s been there for me through the good and the bad.”
“Hi Mr Bow.” The second you lock eyes with each other, you both burst out laughing. “Y/n?”
“Yeah?”
“C-can I kiss you?”
“Please.” The moment his lips touched yours you swear you forgot how to breathe. Not to sound corny but the kiss was well and truly breath taking.
You both reluctantly pull away, Ari rests his forehead against yours as you both begin to grin at each other. He goes to kiss you again when you both freeze at hearing your name being said. Looking to the left you came face to face with the man you hoped you’d never see again.
Bucky.
Standing next to him was a woman who didn’t look like the agent he left you for, and behind them was the Avengers. Bucky looked angry as the team looked happy to see you.
“I see that you moved on." He spat, eyeing your hand holding Ari’s.
“So have you, guessing agent Phillips didn’t work out for you?”
“Shut up.” Bucky was embarrassed to admit it but Phillips rejected him, after she smacked him across the face after he kissed her. Something he was glad Steve didn’t see. He was embarrassed that the woman he left his loving girlfriend for didn’t even want him, he realised that what he thought was flirting was her just being nice. Bucky was ashamed of what he did to you - not only with how he broke your heart but the way he treated you for months before, he went back to the apartment he shared with you with a massive bouquet of flowers that he knew were your favourite - they weren’t - in hopes you’d forgive him, he had his story straight after practicing it the whole night before, he knew he should have crawled back to you and your loving arms the second Phillips rejected him but he waited two weeks.
Two weeks of him sleeping with six different women.
When the door opened he expected to see you but instead it was the landlord, he had told him that you had moved out. And when he found out that Steve knew about it and never told him, well he punched his best friend, which caused the two to fight.
“Right.” You squeeze Ari’s hand in hopes he would drag you away from the situation, before either one can move Bucky speaks up again.
“You don’t even like amusement parks so why are you even here?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“What?”
“I-fuck I’m so stupid.” Ari’s head snaps to the side and stared at you with wide eyes, his mouth opens to disagree but you speak. “I really wasted four years of my life with someone who didn’t even know me.”
The woman who was clinging on to his arm gives you a dirty look, so you smile at her. “He probably makes you feel special doesn’t he? Did the same with me until someone better came along and he broke up with me over a text. Don’t fall for him, I promise it won’t end well.” The woman’s hold begins to loosen and she begins to shuffle on the spot.
“Anyway it was nice seeing you guys again.” You say directly to the team. “But I would like to continue my date, bye.” With that you drag Ari away.
“Y/n.”
“So I’m thinking we take the bears to the car and then we can go on the rest of the rides, if that’s okay?”
“Of course it is, but are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I promise.”
“We can go if you want?”
“No? Why do you want to go?”
“Nope.” He smiles. “Plus I want to hear you scream when we go on the last ride.”
“You’ll be the one screaming!”
After watching Ari in amusement as he put the seatbelts over the teddies safety first he reminded you, the two of you went on the final rides, you knew the team was still there because you kept seeing them and knew that the girl Bucky was with had left when she walked by you and Ari and gave you a sheepish smile. Knowing that your ex who had broken your heart was in the same place as you didn’t bother you like you had always thought it would, the only man who had your attention was the same man sitting next to you on the largest ride at Coney Island, gripping your hand for dear life whilst panicking if the ride was safe.
You were struggling to laugh as Ari’s screams pierced your ears.
“I-I handle that really well.” He panted still clinging on to your arm.
“Ari… you were screaming before the ride even took off!”
“I was so brave, you was the one screaming.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” You patted his arm, sticking your tongue out to him when he squinted his eyes.
“Baby, are you ready?”
“Yep, wait… now I am.” You walk out of the bedroom to see your fiancé dancing in the living room.
“Dance with me pretty girl.”
“We’re going to be late… but okay.”
Wrapped in Ari’s arms as you both slow danced in the living room, you rested your head on his chest as he kept kissing your forehead. After your first date Ari asked you to go on a next one, and another and another, until five months had passed and he asked to be his girlfriend. His mum cheered and popped party poppers when you said yes.
Two years after your first date, Ari took you back to Coney Island - both winning each other new teddy bears to bring home to Pandy and Mr Bow - and afterwards he told you he wanted to go for a walk on the beach, where he got down on one knee and proposed to you.
You found out from Steve that Bucky was doing terribly, his ‘girlfriends’ never lasting more than a month, Steve shrugged and said “it’s his own fault for messing up the greatest thing he would ever have.” Before he congratulated you on your engagement.
“I love you.” Ari whispered as he kissed your temple.
“I love you too, I really do.”
You never thought you’d be engaged to a man that wasn’t Bucky because you truly thought that you two would be together till death took you away from each other, you didn’t think you’d ever find happiness or love again after having your heart broken but here you were in the arms of a different man who truly loves you, going to get married to the most incredible man who doesn’t expect you to do everything, who doesn’t allow you to do everything.
Ari brought you so much joy, love, happiness and peace that you realised what you had with Bucky had been one sided and at first that realisation hurt your heart but that went away when Ari wrapped his arms around you.
Looking up at the man you were slow dancing with in the living room you knew that you had finally found true love.
Requested by my soulmate @theanythingbuthuman for my birthday bash celebration. The lyrics are from Gigi Perez song “Sailor Song”. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx
Summary: Dean and the reader return from a bloody hunt and try to forget all about it
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), mentions blood
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (900 words)
There was blood everywhere, so much blood. (Y/n) lifted her trembling fingers to her face, wiping away what felt like a thick veil of blood covering most of her face. It took her a second to focus on Dean, he looked at her with concern swimming in his pupils as he slowly walked towards her.
“Hey, it’s over, you’re alright, sweetheart.” She fell into his arms before he had finished his sentence, searching his closeness. Dean’s warm hand stroked up and down her spine, feeling her shake against him while he took in the mess surrounding them. They’d need to leave soon, disappearing from this place where they had finally managed to get rid of the vampire they’ve been hunting for a while now.
“I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior.” (Y/n) mumbled the words against his neck, drawing a soft chuckle out of Dean before he parted from her. His two big hands cupped her bloody cheeks, eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips. And for a second everything felt alright, allowing her to focus on the strong emotions she felt towards Dean and the way her body and soul were aching for him.
“Well, as much as God is real, I’ll happily be your savior whenever you need me, sweetheart.” Dean dipped his head down to let his lips ghost over the corner of her mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to the spot before he pulled her out of the building and towards Baby. No words were spoken between them as they wiped away as much blood as they could before driving back to the motel.
“C’mon take a shower, I’ll get us some beers while calling Sam.” (Y/n) didn’t protest, she happily stepped into the shower, scrubbing every inch of her skin to get rid of the blood. She heard Dean step back into the room, making her heart skip a beat. For a second, she thought back to the way he had looked at her earlier, forcing her to swallow her need for Dean.
But now she couldn’t swallow it down no more, eyes catching her reflection in the mirror before her body forced her out of the bathroom. Dean’s eyes met hers from across the room, gaze wandering down her frame to look at the shirt of his she was wearing, exposing her legs to his piercing eyes, “Well, what a sight you are, sweetheart.”
His Adam’s apple bopped as he took a sip of his beer, legs spread while he sank further into the chair. (Y/n) didn’t speak, she let her body guide her closer, wordlessly straddling his thighs before pressing her lips against his. Dean didn’t react for a second or two, but then his hand found the back of her head, pressing her closer to deepen the kiss.
Their lips kept meeting, even as he carried her towards the bed, body resting between her spread thighs. Too many sensations clashed upon her, forcing her walls to clench around nothing, mind focused on the familiar scent of his cologne.
“Gonna let me take care of you?” It was a rhetorical question, left unanswered as his lips kissed their way down her throat. (Y/n) whispered his name out into the cold room, eyes fluttering close to relish in the new sensation. His big hands disappeared beneath the shirt, squeezing her breasts before he pulled the fabric over her head. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”
“Dean,” she moaned his name louder this time to urge him on. He moved down her upper body, lips leaving marks until he finally reached his destination. Their eyes met for a second, holding contact as Dean pulled her panties aside. His mouth felt warm against her skin, drawing groans out of them both.
Curses left Dean as he ate her out, words she paid no mind to. It felt too real almost, undeserving of the way he spelled out his need for her with his tongue. Dean’s tongue moved against her pulsing bundle, moving it with skilled swipes that drew her closer and closer.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, sweetheart.” A shaky breath left her, mind already spiralling. “Gotta stretch you with my fingers first, how many will you take, huh?” She didn’t reply, words stolen right from her tongue as he pushed two fingers into her. (Y/n)’s walls clenched his digits, making him groan in satisfaction before redirecting his attention back to her bundle of nerves.
He fucked her faster with his fingers, set on making her cum to watch her fall apart with his name rolling off of her tongue. It was everything Dean had dreamt of for years, and yet so much more, something so perfect he feared he’d never be able to let go again. The way (y/n) moaned his name forced him to refocus, adding more strength to the movements of his tongue and lips.
“Oh god, Dean.” (Y/n) came with a moan, back arched off the mattress while trying to push herself closer. He kept swiping his tongue, fingers pressing against her swollen spot for a few more moments before finally letting go.
Summary: You were medically discharged from the superhero lifestyle after the world nearly ended, retiring to a quiet life of harassing your old coworkers and watching from the sidelines as your friends fight the evil in a rebuilding world. When Sam approaches you for help getting a new Avengers together, you jump at the opportunity... now if you could just figure out how to stop flirting with a certain super solider long enough to get the job done.
Policy and Procedure | Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Reader | Mini-series
Bucky reluctantly accepts the help of a new assistant, recommended by Sam. He's instantly smitten, even if you're almost too good to be true, and flirts anyway.
When things in the Capitol start getting dangerous Bucky is forced to confront the truth.
Series Rating: 18+ series including sexual content and language. Strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, it's a little rollercoaster! Suggestion of an age gap, Bucky is obsessed with it but ages aren't specified. Forced proximity, canon level shenanigans and comic book nonsense.
Summary: It's been a few months since Steve was pulled out of the ice and immediately had to fight aliens with the newly formed Avengers. He is doing fine with all that, all things considered. Which is why he's so upset when he's suddenly benched from missions and forced to welcome a support omega into his home. He's fine!
Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending), mental health issues including but not limited to panic attacks, PTSD, disassociative flashbacks—Steve's not doing well! Possible slow burn, I genuinely don't know. We'll see what happens! See each chapter for individual warnings. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
a/n: you have no idea how many times while writing this first instalment that i needed to take a break, if you know what i meaannn 🫠
summary: “alright, I’m sorry, geez,” Steve huffed with only a whisper of sincerity, “just come tonight, please? I mean, have you ever even been to a real party before? So how would you know that you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it? Just stop by for a second, and if it’s not for you, then you can just leave, simple as that.”
warnings: innocent!reader x stepbro!steve rogers, frat!bucky barnes, frat!ari levinson, smut, dark content, college au, move in day at university, frat party, alcohol consumption, kissing, virgin!reader, corruption kink, voyeurism, overstimulation, first orgasm, edging, dirty talk, size kink, masturbation, handjob
word count: 8043
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“Thanks for the ride,” you uttered as Steve’s car finally rolled to a stop in the campus parking lot. Cracking open the passenger side door, you slipped out and trailed back to open up the trunk, “but I can do this on my own, you know,” as the lid floated up to reveal the Tetris-like stacks of both of your stuff, you glanced up at Steve as he rounded the corner of the vehicle as well, “you really don’t have to keep up your end of the deal, our parents aren’t here to see.”
“It’s alright,” his burly arm reached over you to fish out a laundry basket stuffed to the brim with your things, “I know it was just your mom babying you as usual and whispering in my dad’s ear to get him to make me watch after you.”
“She doesn’t baby me, she just cares, a lot…” you shot back defensively, “and I don’t need anyone to watch out for me. I’m eighteen, not seven.”
“Oh yeah?” he let out a faint scoff, “so you wanna just haul all this junk around campus, looking for your dorm, which you have no clue where is yet?”
Your eyes then slowly narrowed in his direction before you muttered, “…well, maybe you could give me just a bit of a hand… just in the name of saving time instead of wasting my first day getting lost.”
And as you filled your arms with as much stuff as you could carry, Steve noted, “hey, I'm not offering to be your fucking tour guide,” as he slammed the trunk shut behind you, “don’t worry, I won’t now try to make you suddenly like me,” he spoke of the ship that sailed away a long time ago.
Arms full, you crossed the crowded parking lot till you reached one of the open gates leading into a lush green area where little paths weaved across the lawns and connected all of the towering buildings.
“Welcome to Highridge University,” Steve breathed as you walked under the gateway, “best fucking years of your life.”
For so long, you had dreamt of this moment, finally being out on your own, away at college, meeting kindred spirits and sipping from the well of knowledge. Glancing around, your teeth clamped down on the smile that rapidly grew and faintly calmed the jittery nerves that still tensed up your abdomen in nauseating butterflies.
“Where are you gonna live, again?” his glance briefly drifted to you.
“Uh…” one-handed, you swiftly scrambled to get out the papers folded up in your pocket, “… Manning Hall, room eight,” you read out loud once you finally found the information on the crumbled piece of paper.
“Manning, alright,” he exhaled, “I started out in Lichfield myself, but I’ve, uh–, dated a few girls who lived in Manning,” his comment promptly caused your eyes to roll in your skull before your feet began to shuffle after him as he led the way.
As you tried to keep up with his long stride, you watched as his gaze suddenly dipped to the contents of the laundry basket he carried before something caught his eye.
“Ah, no way,” he chuckled as he shifted the hamper to free his one arm and snatch up an item, “I can’t believe you brought this with you.”
Glancing over, fury swiftly began to simmer in your chest as you watched him clutch the brown plush bovine visage of Chocolate Milk, an old stuffed animal of yours.
“Hey!” you swiftly snatched the soft cow out of his hand.
But the loss didn’t get to diminish his flame as he only spotted the others buried deeper within the basket, hidden beneath the mass of Chocolate Milk, “oh my god, there’s more!”
“Will you please stop?” you begged as he picked up both an ivory bunny and a caramel-coloured bear, “okay, fine, so I brought a few stuffed animals with me, big whoop!” you screeched in hopes that he would for once show you an ounce of mercy as this was in fact your first time being away from home, so the sense of comfort that those toys brought seemed better than if you’d begged your own mother to stay with you till you settled in.
But even when Steve let go of the teddy bears and settled them back into the hamper, his laughter still continued to rumble in his chest, “oh, you’re so adorable, fuck…”
His laughter had thankfully subsided by the time you reached Manning Hall. Once you’d received your key, your feet began to carry you down the long corridors in search of your new home.
When you found the correct door, it already stood ajar, prompting you to slowly push it open before you peeked your head inside.
On the floor, next to one of the nightstands, there sat a dark-haired girl your age, haphazardly stuffing the small drawer with some of her things.
“Hi,” you gently tapped your knuckles against the open door before crossing the threshold.
Glancing over her shoulder, her eyebrows floated up before she exclaimed, “oh! You must be my roommate!” before she sprang up and rushed towards you, “hey, I’m Kate,” she reached out to shake your hand.
Setting down enough stuff to free one palm, you grasped hers and offered her a timid smile, “nice to meet you, I’m Y/n.”
Coming in behind you, Steve bumped against your side as he squeezed his eclipsing form in through the doorway, “where do you want this shit?”
“Oh,” you tried to get out of the way before his stride tumbled you down, “on the bed is fine, I think,” you gestured to the empty one.
Slipping in past you both, Kate then asked as he placed the hamper down on the small mattress, “is this your boyfriend?”
You nearly choked on your giggle as your wide eyes soared to stare back at her, “him? My boy–, no,” you tried your best to ignore the flutter that tingled deep within your belly at her assumption, “that’s my stepbrother. He’s just already a senior here, so we drove together.”
“Oh,” she exhaled before her face screwed up in immediate regret, “sorry.”
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, your stepbrother briefly glanced down at the screen before muttering, “well, I'll let you girls talk. I'm gonna go grab the rest from the car and then be on my way.”
Offering him a small nod, your gaze shadowed him as he exited the small dorm room, your eyes only ripping away from his fading visage down the hall when Kate soon uttered, “hey, I was about to go get my student ID. You wanna join?”
“Sure,” you nodded, stuffing both of your hands in your pockets, “do you know where it is?”
“Actually, I do,” she cocked her head proudly before sharing, “my girlfriend goes here, so I’ve already been visiting this place for an entire year.”
“Wait, wait, wait, let me readjust my grip,” the frat bro with a buzzcut wheezed to the other guy carrying the heavy beer keg. They were barely halfway up the steps that led to the fraternity’s porch as you approached.
“Seriously?” the one that looked like a Norse god halted with a huff, “you can’t keep pausing every five seconds or we won’t get this thing inside till next year!”
“Hi,” the quiet tone of your voice caused them to drop their squabble as both of their eyes promptly drifted directly towards you, “I’m sorry, is this the Kappa Alpha Nu house?”
“It most certainly is, gorgeous,” the blonde one let his stare take a journey down over your frame, “why? You wanna join?”
“No,” you shook your head, “I'm just looking for someone.”
“Okay,” the other one nodded, “well I'm pretty sure everyone’s inside,” his head invitingly tilted towards the open front door behind them before he added, “except for if you’re looking for Frank or Billy, they haven’t arrived yet.”
Slipping in behind them, the entryway that met you was generous and wide, with a broad staircase off to the side that stretched up to an open landing where numerous hallways spewed forth and weaved deeper into the house. Peeking around, you first poked your head inside the living room that bloomed off to the left, though the room that met you was completely vacant.
Though as you twisted to take your search somewhere else, a figure appeared from out of nowhere, curving around the corner, before you blindly bumped directly into the mass.
“Ow, fuck!” he cursed before you stepped off his toes that your shoes had accidentally stomped down on in the collision.
“Shit, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going–…” your apology then promptly faded from your lips as you blinked up into the blue eyes of none other than Bucky Barnes.
“Y/n? What are you doing here?” your stepbrother’s best friend blinked back into your wide eyes before his glance dipped down to the deep neckline of your shirt, “and since when did these stop being mosquito bites?” he teased as a smirk began to bloom on his lips.
As you then tugged at your shirt to cover up more of your cleavage, Bucky only continued to brashly stare.
“Do you know where Steve is?” you avoided his inappropriate comment with a roll of your eyes.
“Yeah, he should be down any second,” his brawny arm curled up before he leaned his weight against the wall behind you, “so, how the hell are you? Taken any showers lately?” he briefly wiggled his brows, recalling the time over the summer when he had come over to hang out with his friend, only to naturally walk into your bathroom right as you were washing shampoo out of your hair.
“I’m fine,” you sighed as your cheeks began to burn, “glad to finally have a bathroom door with a lock that actually works.”
But then, before Bucky could torment you any further, three separate pairs of footsteps creaked on the staircase.
“Hey, Buck,” you heard Steve call out before he reached the bottom of the steps, “did you remember to invite the Delta Phi girls tonight, because–,” his sentence then crumbled as his gaze landed upon you. Stopping in his tracks, he blinked down at you with his eyebrows harshly knitted together before his glare flickered to his friend, “what is she doing here?”
Crossing the width of the entryway, you dipped your fingers into your pocket and said, “you forgot your phone in my room,” before you fished the device out and stretched it up towards him.
Finally crossing over the threshold behind you, the two guys hauling the keg perked up, “already trying out the new wares on campus? Nice.”
“What?” you twisted around to glare at them, your heart suddenly thumping in your chest, “I’m his stepsister…”
“Oh…” one of the guys on the staircase beside Steve murmured before turning to utter closer to him, “this is her? Seriously?” though hushed, his voice was still loud enough for each and every person in the room to hear what he said, “that’s your stepsister?”
The clearly lewd undertones of his cadence flew directly over your head as you then blinked up at Steve and asked, “you told them about me?”
“Oh yeah, he has,” the shaggy-haired one on the other side of your stepbrother eyed you a moment before he shifted down the last steps, “I'm Ari, president of this madhouse,” the towering man leaned against the thick bannister before he pointed out each other fraternity members surrounding him, “this is Marc, Thor, Curtis and I'm guessing you already know Bucky.”
“Yeah,” you briefly entertained Bucky and threw a glare over your shoulder at him, “our paths unfortunately crossed back in high school.”
As your eyes fluttered back, Ari, still standing tall before you, tilted his head and asked, “you stopping by our annual beginning of the semester bash tonight?”
“Oh,” you breathed, taken aback by the unexpected invitation, “thanks, but I don’t think I should. I have freshman assembly early tomorrow morning, and anyhow, I’m not really much of a party girl,” your fingers began to fiddle with the hem of your sleeve.
But then, before you could share any more of your completely valid reasons, Steve spoke up, “oh, come on,” he nearly groaned, “I was told to take you under my wing, so I can’t very well stand around and let you waste away your college years just like you did back in high school.”
“What’s wrong with how I spent those years?” you scoffed and crossed your arms across your chest.
“Uh, you had no life, no friends, nothing,” he counted on his fingers, “you were basically a nun.”
Throwing your hands up into the air, you exclaimed, “oh, well, I’m sorry we can’t all be the fucking prom king and go to parties every weekend without it affecting one’s GPA!”
“Alright, I’m sorry, geez,” Steve huffed with only a whisper of sincerity, “just come tonight, please? I mean, have you ever even been to a real party before? So how would you know that you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it? Just stop by for a second, and if it’s not for you, then you can just leave, simple as that.”
“Drinks for the beautiful ladies,” Lloyd winked as he and Bucky slithered into the cluster of sorority girls to hand out some beverages. You were leaning up against the nearby wall, shyly only having one foot into the conversation as your new roommate, who now stood with her arm around her girlfriend, Yelena, encouraged you to join in and meet everybody.
“Fuck off, Lloyd,” the redheaded ringleader of the girls barked after she’d seized a cup from him, “I can’t deal with you tonight.”
“Still playing hard to get, I see,” Lloyd only smirked back at Natasha’s scowl.
“Oh, I very much am not,” she uttered coldly.
“See, every party you tell me that and every party, I don’t care. It’s part of our thing,” he briefly waved a finger between the both of them.
“It is not part of our thing, we don’t have a thing, we will never have a thing.”
Though his feet didn’t shift at her warning, as his stare only narrowed to a squint before he concluded, “…so what you’re saying is there’s a chance.”
“Just leave me alone,” she threw up a hand between them to shield her from any more of his desperate attempts, “go flirt with some sad, lonely freshman.”
Though as you watched from the sidelines, you swiftly felt yourself stiffen up as Lloyd suddenly saddled up next to you and flashed you a dazzling grin, “hello… are you by any chance sad and lonely?”
Sucking in a breath, you nervously blinked up at him, “not particularly.”
But before the frat guy could make any other attempts, and make you that much further overwhelmed, Bucky’s palm landed on Lloyd’s shoulder before he offered him a band-aid for the rejections.
“Hey, I think I saw those twins from Callahan’s class out on the dance floor a bit ago,” he leaned in slightly to utter over the booming music that rattled the entire frat house.
“Really?” Lloyd gasped, promptly renewed with vigour before he darted off, leaving Bucky alone next to you.
“He seems… nice,” you tilted your head as your gaze traced him onto the dance floor, briefly flickering to Thor behind them all as he controlled the music and put his own spin on it.
“Ah, he’s not that bad when he’s sober,” Bucky shrugged before shifting to face you, “here,” he then held out a plastic cup for you to grasp.
“Oh, I’m not really much of a drinker–,” you tried to protest before Bucky rolled his eyes and shoved the beverage into your hand, “oh, okay, sure,” you blinked back into his steely blue eyes as he then brought the cup up to your lips and guided you to take a large gulp. The searing sting caused you to swiftly tilt your head back down as you then coughed because of how strong it was, “oh my god, what is that?”
“Just drink it, it’ll help, trust me,” he urged as you stared down into the well of what must have been pure liquor.
Cautiously, you took the older guy’s advice, sipping slowly as you let your gaze wander the space, though as you did, you expected Bucky to leave, but to your surprise, he didn’t shift to move away from your side, which then only caused a timid bubble to ache within your belly as your stare nervously flickered up to him, clueless as to what you should do next.
“So…” you exhaled tensely as you tried to make conversation, “you guys do this kind of thing a lot? Throw parties here?”
“Yeah, pretty much every weekend,” Bucky nodded after taking a sip of his own drink, “although this one in particular, the beginning of the year bash, it always gets a bit wild. Probably because we haven’t seen each other all summer long, so some years it gets a bit out of hand.”
“Oh… like, how wild do you mean? Does it turn into a clue movie?” you half-joked.
“No, nothing quite like that,” he chuckled at your slight terror, “although Scott did almost drown in the pool one time, so…” he shared, pointing to the man erratically shaking his thing in the centre of the dance floor, “he was fine, woke back up, but just don’t get alarmed if anyone pulls something particularly stupid before the sun comes up.”
Pursing your lips, you nodded faintly, “thanks for the tip.”
As your gaze continued to flicker across the expansive space and the drunken students letting loose, his own stayed glued to you before you eventually heard him utter, “so, have you gotten the grand tour yet?”
“What?” your neck swiftly twisted in his direction.
“Of the house,” he faintly gestured to the walls around him.
“…you wanna show me around?”
“Sure,” he shrugged, “well, I’m kinda just waiting around for it to become my team’s turn in beer pong, so I’ve got the time to kill.”
“Oh, alright,” you breathed, your pulse suddenly picking up at the thought of wandering the halls by his side.
“Cool,” he nodded before shifting his gaze to the room you already stood in, “so, this is the place,” he spread out an arm as if you hadn’t just been standing in this spot for twenty minutes.
“Yeah, I already figured that one out on my own,” you chuckled briefly before the palm he slid over your lower back caused it to fade away.
With his hold, he guided you around the corner, into the entryway, “so, the kitchen, dining room and the door to the basement are through there,” he then pointed to the different corners of the abode, “and through there is the living room and this room we use for meetings and shit.”
He then ushered you upstairs, where barely any partygoers had ventured up. Pointing down the various long hallways, he guided your vision to the different doors all down each of them, “so, Frank, Billy, Curtis and Miguel’s rooms are down that way,” he then gestured to the opposite direction, “Scott, Thor, Lloyd, Ransom and Marc are down there,” before his feet then shifted down the last corridor, “and down here is my room,” he pointed to the closed door that had his name on it, “Steve’s, Andy’s and Ari’s.”
Though as he spoke, your eyes fluttered to the door at the end of the hallway, standing slightly ajar. The movement that caught your eye on the other side caused you to swiftly glance to Bucky with a look of alarm, though he clearly couldn’t spot it from where he was standing as he continued to chat, his voice soon fading and flying over your head as your stare wandered back towards the dark room.
On a bed in the centre of the room, there was Ari, hovering and grunting above some blonde girl you didn’t recognise. It took a second for you to realise what they were doing, though when it sank in, a small gasp escaped your lips and caused the leader’s eye to snap up from the whimpering girl beneath him and lock with your own stare through the sliver. You wanted to look away, you knew that you should have, but you couldn’t.
And as you stood there, paralysed and suddenly panting, a wide grin began to bloom upon his lips as he held your eye and began to roll his hips with even more force, causing the chick on the bed to nearly fall off the mattress as each thrust drove her closer and closer to the edge.
Though as you finally managed to snap out of your trance, you nearly coughed as you scrambled to blink back to Bucky, “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“I said that I’m gonna go take a leak,” Bucky cocked an eyebrow as he watched your chest rise and fall rapidly beneath your shirt, “you good?”
“Yeah,” you breathed foggily, “I think I just need a second before heading back downstairs again…”
“Oh, well, I'm sure you can go hang out in Steve’s room for a bit,” he cracked open the door behind him and gestured for you to slip inside.
Slowly, your feet shuffled deeper into the room, the plastic cup in your hand soon resting on the windowsill as you momentarily cast your glance outside at the people down in the front yard, playing a rambunctious drinking game.
Though as your frame sank down with an exhale to sit on the edge of the bed, your head swiftly burying itself in your hands, loud moans seeped through the wall from the other room as they crescendoed in a cacophony that caused your head to spin.
Or perhaps it wasn’t just the lewd acts that were to blame for why you suddenly felt so dizzy. Ground unsteady beneath your feet, even though you were already sitting down, you noticed how inebriated you truly had become. Not that you had imbibed that much, but as the lightweight that you admittedly were and the minuscule experience your body had with such substances, it didn’t take much to have you feeling more molten than you ever had before.
“What are you doing up here?” you suddenly heard, causing your face to crawl out of its hiding place in your palms. Glancing up, you saw Steve’s shadow in the doorway.
“Steve!” you jumped slightly at his unexpected arrival, “you scared me,” you clutched your chest gently as you watched him shut the door behind him.
Moving over towards the desk in the corner, he briefly dipped down to find a bottle of whisky that rested in the bottom drawer. Casting a glance back at you over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he studied your form, “did I just walk in on something?” he asked as he unscrewed the lid, “you waiting for someone to come up here and fuck you on my bed? Kinky.”
“What? N-no! Oh my god, no,” you sputtered, sensing a mortified heat rush up to your cheeks, “I swear, Bucky was just showing me around a bit, and I wasn’t ready to go back to the chaos downstairs yet, that’s all, he was the one who said it was okay for me to take a break in here.”
“Hmm… you’re still sweet on him, aren’t you?” he guessed before tilting the bottle back for a swig, “is that what was happening here? Were you waiting for him to get back? Did I just cockblock you from finally getting that stick fucked out of your ass? If so, then I feel like I have a responsibility to warn you, he is hung like a fucking horse, so don’t be discouraged if you can’t take him.”
“I–, what?” you panted, blinking back at him wildly, “no, I’m not! I-I don’t like him, I’ve never–, what are you talking about?”
“Chill! I’m only joking,” Steve swiftly chuckled at your perplexed panic, “I mean, not about his size, both a blessing and a curse, you know,” he cocked his head, “seriously, you don’t gotta freak out like some innocent little virgin,” he laughed, though his words only caused you to freeze up, a reaction he swiftly picked up on, “…unless you–, oh shit,” growing silent, his stare stayed glued on you as he slowly sat the bottle in his hand down upon the desk behind him, “you are, aren’t you?”
“Well, you don’t gotta say it like that!” you groaned, keeping your eyes averted to the floor, “it’s not some terminal illness.”
“Sorry, no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just–… fuck…” he exhaled, “really?”
“…yeah,” you nervously fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you felt the mattress dip beside you, “you know my mom has never let me date anyone…”
“What about like other stuff?” Steve’s tone tickled your hot skin as he now sat right next to you, “you’ve done that, right?” though you only managed to meekly shake your head as an answer, “really? No one’s ever like touched you before? Or you’ve played with someone else?” he pried, and you once again shook your burning face from side to side, “wow,” he exhaled, “well, then I can’t even begin to imagine how much you must masturbate, damn.”
“I–, I–…” you tried to utter, though the truth of your inexperience seemed too difficult to say out loud, rendering you to once again wobble your head.
“Wait, seriously?” his eyebrows soared up even higher, “you haven’t that either?”
“Well, I’ve–, sort of–, I don’t know,” you stumbled, your gaze still hazy on the floor.
“How have you done it?” he then asked, making it that much harder for you to fill up your lungs with oxygen.
“Oh god,” you jaggedly shifted your vision to the ceiling, “this is so mortifying.”
“No, it’s okay, you can tell me,” he pushed in a gentle tone you didn’t think he had in him.
Gnawing at your bottom lip till a metallic taste met your tongue, you hesitantly muttered, “…kinda just, I guess, sit on a pillow or a stuffed animal or something and then–…”
“Shit…” a low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound that shot straight down between your thighs and worsened the throbbing already distracting you down there, “that’s the only thing you do? You just hump your pretty little pillow till you cum?”
“Well, I don’t know if I–, uh, reach that per say, I just kind of rock till it builds and then I’ve always stopped because–, I don’t know…” you uttered, mortified that your inebriated state had nudged you to share such matters, especially with him, “it’s stupid, I know. My anatomy knowledge is great, much better than yours, I know where stuff is and how things technically work, but when I was younger, I know it’s dumb, but it all kind of scared me, like what if I did it wrong and ruined something, and I know now that statistically speaking the odds of something like that happening are really, really low, but–, yeah…”
Steve’s eyes never left you for but a second, merely stared as you shared and eventually, after silence had swept through the room like a crisp breeze, he parted his lips and uttered, “do you want me to teach you?”
Finally, you turned your head to meet his gaze, “…you’re my stepbrother…”
“Yeah, of a couple of years,” he had the audacity to shrug, “and for most of that time, I’ve been away at school, so like, are we really?”
A stunned scoff then bubbled out of your throat, “our parents are married, so yes, that makes up stepsiblings.”
“Well, for now,” he tilted his head slightly, “were you living in the same house as I was over this summer? They clearly aren’t newlyweds anymore…” he stated before leaning in closer, “so, what do you say? Will you let me help you?” your eyes flickered down to your knee as his knuckles slowly inched closer and ghosted against your skin, “I promise, it’ll feel so fucking good, you don’t even know…” he nearly whispered as if he was trying to sell you on a drug you’d instantly get addicted to.
“I–…” you panted, “but wouldn’t it be weird that it’s you showing me?”
“No, it wouldn’t be weird at all,” his head gently shook from side to side, “unless you want me to go grab Bucky, I'm sure he wouldn’t mind either–”
“No, no!” you swiftly squeaked, “that’s not necessary,” as sharing such a secret with Steve had been bad enough, the thought of repeating the whole ordeal with someone else made you feel as if you might faint.
“Okay,” he breathed before he slowly began to inch closer, an action you swiftly put a stop to when you pressed a palm to his chest.
“Wait, what if I don’t like it?”
“Then you just tell me, and I’ll stop,” one of his hands floated up to rest on top of your own, still pressed against him, “promise,” he offered you a reassuring smile. Steve’s glance then flickered down to your lips before his eyebrows twitched slightly as he wondered, “so, if you’ve never done any of that stuff before, does that mean you’ve also never been kissed?”
“…well, I've played spin the bottle a few times, many years ago, does that count?” you recalled the awkward pecks in your youth.
“Not really,” the corners of his lips twitched before he asked you, “can I kiss you?”
“Can you–…” you echoed faintly before whispering, “okay,” utterly spellbound as you stared back at him, “what should I do?”
“Just relax,” he then gently grabbed each side of your face with his wide hands, “and follow my lead.”
It simultaneously felt like an eternity as well as only the blink of an eye before Steve had closed the gap and pressed his lips to your own. At first, it was soft and slow, his right thumb briefly swiping against your cheekbone as he kissed you, but then you felt his tongue flicker forth, making you gasp, before he seized that opportunity to slip past your guard and let his tongue dance against your own, the sensation of which caused you to positively melt as you relaxed into the kiss and mirrored his efforts.
You had no clue how much time had passed once you finally parted, and you blinked your dazed eyes back at him.
And in your haze, he first shifted back deeper onto the bed, before he gently manoeuvred your frame to slot you in between his legs, “here, lean back against me,” he drew you closer till your back was pressed up against his chest.
Twisting your neck to look up at him, you were still too stunned to speak, only suck in a shaky breath as he then pressed a peck to your temple.
“You ready?” he murmured against your hairline as his hands slid down atop your own, his fingers swiftly interlocking with your smaller ones.
“I think so,” you uttered nervously.
“So, let’s start off with the basics,” his low voice only worsened the tingly sensation that now roared in your body like a roiling flame, “could you tell me what places you’ve explored before and where you haven’t yet?”
“…well, I guess I’ve touched most places before…” you hesitantly began, “my hands usually run all over my body when I–, you know… but I’ve never put anything inside, and I only touched my–, uhm, clit one time, a really long ago,” your confession began to make you feel so dizzy, you feared you might faint at any moment, “and it was just really intense and–, I don’t know, I was scared that it was too much, so I never tried it again, not directly anyway, just–, you know, pillows and such…”
“Alright,” he uttered, letting go of your hands.
Your eyes grew as they then traced Steve’s touch, first sweeping up to gently cup both of your boobs. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he briefly brushed his thumbs over the pebbles of your nipples, poking through the thin fabric of your shirt. You found yourself barely breathing when he eventually let his palms roam further south till they were at your hips, and his fingers began to hike up your skirt and let it crumble around your waist.
“Let me see…” he murmured directly in your ear as he poked at your bent legs to pry them open, “oh my god, look at you…” you felt the deep groan vibrate in his chest as he caught sight of your panties and the embarrassingly soaked patch darkening the cotton, “you are so fucking wet…”
Steve then slowly slid his touch down over your covered core, merely cupping your lightly, though still making it near impossible for you to breathe. But your whole body twitched as he lightly curled up his hand till only the tips of his fingers still grazed you, before he then began to draw a feathery pattern of circles, tickling your deprived centre.
“How does that feel, huh?” he kept up the ghostly touch.
“I-it’s–, o-oh my god,” you whimpered, doubtful if you could take whatever else he’d dare to throw at you when even such a light touch managed to make you tremble, “Steve.”
Seizing his teasing, his fingers then hooked in the hem of your underwear before pulling them to the side, sticky strings of your arousal clinging to the cotton, “oh, fuck…” he groaned before his instincts overtook him and his fingers caught the waistband before ripping them down your legs till their rushed journey halted at your ankles, resting around them and loosely trapping them together.
Pushing your legs further apart, one hand then traced your inner thigh while he hooked his other burly arm across your chest, just beneath the swell of your tits, occasionally squeezing so tightly that your boobs were pushed up even higher as he efficiently strapped you in, impossibly close to his broad chest.
Painstakingly slow, he slid his touch closer and closer to your glistening core, till he reached the places that you never had the nerve to truly touch on your own.
“Oh, f-fuck!” you gasped as the rough pads of his fingers just lightly dragged through your folds.
“Christ, you’re sensitive,” he kept on peeking over your shoulder as he drew a slow circle over your clit, “look at you, fucking trembling like a leaf, and I've barely touched you yet.”
“Barely?” you echoed breathlessly, “what do you mean–, how is this barely? I-I don’t know if I can–, it’s–, fuck,” you whimpered against his touch, “it’s too much,” your thighs trembled on either side of his wide palm, “I don’t know if I can take it, I think you might have to stop.”
“No, no, no, it’s not too much, you can take it, I know you can,” he urged before he bent his strong legs and hooked them over your own, trapping your wiggly limbs and holding you down and open for him, “just trust me, I’ve got you, all you gotta do is just relax, okay? Just give into it.”
His feathery pressure on your puffy pearl then increased, making your hips buck beneath his touch as a moan rippled out from deep within your lungs.
“Oh, fucking hell, there you go,” he smiled from behind you, “look at that little pussy, fucking crying out now that she’s finally getting some attention.”
Your fingers twitched just beneath his arm, still flexing over your ribs, and a murmur slipped out past your whimpers, “I can’t believe this is actually happening…”
Though as Steve’s touch drove you mad, his fingers slipped down to catch some of the slick that leaked out of your untouched hole, before he went into autopilot and didn’t sweep back up to bully your glistening clit, but instead began to circle your virginal entrance.
“No, wait,” you instantly began to freak out, “n-not there!”
“You sure?” he let himself trace your tight opening one last time, “alright, maybe next time then…”
Once his fingers had swept back up and focused in on your puffy pearl, rolling it firmly beneath his touch, you felt your body reach the agonising point where you’d always chicken out.
“Steve, I–”
“Hm?” he hummed in your ear and kept up his efforts, surely feeling your clit throb beneath his fingers, “you getting close?”
“I-I–,” you gasped, trying your best to fight the feeling, “this is usually when I stop.”
“Oh yeah?” you could plainly hear the smirk on his lips.
“Mhm,” you nodded, staring down at his efforts that barely even paused.
“So, this is what you’d do, huh? You’d ride your pillow and then just stop?” as he uttered that last word, he abruptly took his hand away, “just leave yourself all edged and needy?” your hips bucked after his fading touch, “that’s usually something I’d do to my girls just to be a menace and make them all dumb and desperate, but that’s just what you do to yourself all of the time?” your whole frame quivered against him as you weakly tried to grab for his hand, even as he brought it completely out of your reach, “damn, gotta admit, wish I had known that earlier… I could have sneaked into your room afterwards and lent a hand, helped you go all the way. That’s what you needed, wasn’t it? You just needed your big bro to come in and hold your hand through it because you got scared? It’s okay, I’m here now, I’ve got you, big brother’s got you.”
“You’re not my brother–”
“Damn right, I’m not,” he nearly chuckled before he began to touch you once again, rendering any retort you had lined up to fly straight out of the window as shaky moans instead flowed from your lungs.
Though the cruel pause had given your body enough time to calm down just a tad, it barely took any time at all for Steve to push you back towards that intimidating ledge and hold you there as you peeked over the edge.
“Steve, I don’t know if I can–, it’s–”
“Baby, it’s okay, you can do it,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “just trust me, it’ll feel so fucking good, you don’t even know,” the hand he had plastered against your ribs slid up to grasp one of your tits, denting the softness with his long fingers, “just let it happen, relax.”
Shaking uncontrollably, your face tilted to hide in the bulk of his arm as the most blinding and overwhelming sensation you’d ever felt in your entire life rippled through your form, white-hot pleasure in a dose that you hadn’t thought imaginable.
“Oh, there you go, fuck,” he moaned and tried to draw your very first orgasm out as long as he could, “atta girl, that’s it.”
When his movements finally stopped, his messy hand slipped down to rest against your twitching thigh, hazy whimpers ever flowing from your lungs as you reeled in the staggering sensation.
“Holy shit…” you eventually managed to pant shakily.
“Told you it’d feel good,” he uttered cockily before pressing a kiss to your temple.
Your eyes fluttered shut as he then began to caress your thigh gently, sweeping his touch up and down the goosebump-ridden flesh till your breathing began to slow.
But then as you felt yourself relax even further back against him, wiggling slightly to get more comfortable, you noticed something hard poking your back. Assuming that it was something in his pocket, you shifted once again, but still couldn’t escape it, though with each of your squirming attempts, a low groan was conjured deep within Steve’s chest.
“What is that?” you then muttered, “is it your phone? Could you take it out of your pocket?”
“No, it’s not my phone,” he couldn’t help but chuckle at your innocence, swiftly causing you to freeze up, “you got me hard.”
Gasping loudly as if he hadn’t just had his hand on your pussy, you shot up to a sitting position and swiftly crawled around to direct your wide eyes straight at him. Skirt falling down to cover you back up, your panties however still remained around your ankles as you shifted to kneel on the bed before him.
“Oh my god,” the stunned expression plastered all over your face caused him to melt, “you’re so cute…”
Blinking back at him, you stammered, “that was–… you’re–…”
“Hard? Yeah,” he casually uttered, “kinda impossible not to be after what just happened,” he let his hand drift down to palm himself through his pants, guiding your vision to flutter down as well to finally look at the prominent bulge that strained against the zipper of his jeans. And as his touch slowly rubbed against the mouthwatering hardness, teasingly squeezing it for an ounce of relief, his head then cocked as he continued to stare at you, “can I ask you something?”
Downright hypnotised as you stared down at the overwhelming display of his arousal, you only managed to hum as a reply, “mhm,” as you stayed transfixed on the clothed hardness that somehow both terrified and exhilarated you at the same time.
“Have you ever seen a cock before?”
Meeting his unwavering gaze, you blinked, “…in textbooks and stuff…”
“How about up close?” he asked and you swiftly shook your hazy head, “you wanna see mine?”
“I–… what?”
“Do you wanna see mine?”
“U-uh…” you could barely think as you felt the sore sensitivity between your unsteady thighs somehow blossom back into the same agonising tingles that had taken hold of you before, “okay.”
A sharp breath filled your lungs as you watched him free his dick. Your eyes swiftly grew even wider as he enveloped the hand, still glistening with your juices, around the fat girth. Slick and sloppy sounds filled the room with every leisurely stroke as he began to slowly jerk himself, your thighs unconsciously squeezing together at the show.
“You good?” he chuckled lightly at the way your eyes had gone glassy.
“Mhm…” you foggily nodded, struggling to grasp onto even a single thought, “it’s–… a lot bigger than I imagined…”
“Have you been imagining what my cock looked like?” he relentlessly teased.
“No, no, I mean, just in general,” you fumbled over your words as he kept up his silky strokes, “yours is bigger than I imagined them to be in real life.”
“You wanna touch it?”
“…t-touch?” your eyes fought to blink back up and lock with Steve’s own.
“Yeah, come on,” he then grabbed your hand and brought it towards his length. At first, he let you just graze your fingertips against his dick, guiding your touch as he slowly dragged it across the velvety skin, all the way from the bulbous head, glistening with shiny precum that beaded at the tip, to the fat base where his heavy balls bloomed beneath.
“Oh–,” you swallowed as he then wrapped your fingers around his girth before engulfing them with his own broad hand, still shiny from your wetness, “it’s–, really hard.”
“Yeah, well that’s what you do to me, baby,” he smiled as he tightened his fist around your own, though even so, his girth was still too big for your own fingers to meet on the other side, “this is all for you…”
His free hand then grabbed your chin before he ravenously pressed his lips to your own, kissing you fiercely as he began to move your hand and guide your touch over his throbbing length.
Eventually, as you broke from the kiss, you peeped down at his cock, tight in your grasp.
His fingers kept on clutching your chin, holding you close, as he then purred, “here, like this,” his wide hand flexed around your smaller one, “a little tighter, don’t be scared, you won’t hurt me–, yeah,” he then moaned as you obeyed his command, “fuck, that’s it…” briefly letting his eyes flutter closed as he breathed through the pleasure. Though as he blinked his gaze back open, his broad thumb brushed against your knuckles as he asked, “you wanna try on your own?”
“O-okay,” you uttered before his guiding touch faded and you timidly tried to emulate his efforts, “like this?”
“Yeah, that’s good,” he groaned as you slowly slid your careful touch up and down the length of his cock, “shit, you’re a natural, baby,” his fingers that clutched your chin briefly shifted before his thumb poked up to brush the pad against your bottom lip, “keep going like that and I’ll blow in no fucking time.”
“Oh,” you swiftly ripped your stare away from his dick as you misunderstood his words, “should I stop then?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled before claiming your lips once again, not holding back in the slightest as he let the kiss grow sloppy and desperate.
Rejoining his touch to your own, he began to speed up your actions, making you stroke his thick girth even faster than before. And as he tilted away from the greedy kiss, a glossy string of saliva still kept you both connected.
Panting as he neared the finish line, he cast a brief glance down at his fat cock slick in both of your hands, before he threw his head back and moaned loudly as he unravelled at your touch.
“Fuck…” he panted as he let go of your palm, now sticky with his hot load just as his own hand was as well. Chest still rising and falling rapidly, he caught your frame and tugged you even closer, “come here,” he murmured as he pulled you into a limp hug.
“Was that okay?” you asked in a small voice as you curled into his chest.
Catching your jaw, he tilted your head back enough for you to catch his eye before he uttered, “that was fucking perfect,” and he kissed you once again. As he drew back, his gaze lingered, eventually fluttering down towards your lips before he brought his fingers up towards them, still messy with both your nectar as well as his own load, “open up.”
“What?” your brows knit together as you blinked down at the sticky digits he ghosted against your lips, tilting your head back slightly in confusion.
“Give it a taste.”
“Why would I do that?” you nearly laughed.
“Because it’s normal,” the older guy told you, “most people love cleaning up after their messes, so you probably do too.”
“Seriously?”
“I shit you not,” he said, though you kept on staring back at him in doubt, “what, do you want me to prove it to you? Fine,” he then extended his thumb for him to suck it clean, “there,” he released the dinger from his lips with a pop, “now it’s your turn,” he twisted his hand back down towards your mouth.
And hesitantly, you found yourself parting your lips for him, “there you go…” he groaned as he slipped two of his long fingers inside your mouth, “see? Tastes good, doesn’t it?” his gaze stayed transfixed upon your lips wrapped around his messy digits as he slowly let himself shift his fingers, greedily fucking your face for a bit, “shit…” he cursed as you licked them clean and he pulled them back out, a murmur swiftly slipping from his lips as he continued to stare, “I can’t wait to train this little mouth to do all sorts of tricks…”
“What?” you asked as your mind began to scramble for the meaning.
“Oh, nothing,” he sighed and ignored your naiveté before he pulled you back in for another hug, “nothing at all, sis…”
Warnings- A lot of ANGST, Dean is a bit of jerk, fighting, Supernatural level violence
Summary- You almost lost Dean to a heart attack, now after one phone call there is another threat from the past that could come between you two.
A/N-I know this isn't one of my ongoing series, but this has been in my drafts for years. The first 2 parts are a rewrite of the Route 66 episode. I'm trying to get back into writing, I promise. If you would like to be removed or added to the tag list let me know. Not Beta'd, all mistakes are mine
After another rough night on the couch, Sam wakes you, telling you you need to hurry. A quick look around told you Dean never made it back last night. Apparently the mayor was killed the night before on property he bought a few weeks ago. This changes up the truck’s pattern. You hurry to get ready, while Sam calls Dean to tell him the two of you will meet him there. You arrive at the crime scene before Dean, and go over to talk to the police. Every bone in the mayor's body was crushed, internal organs turned to pudding, and the cops? No idea, it was like the guy was run over, but again no tracks. Both of you immediately think of the truck.
When Dean finally walks up to join you, Sam holds up a badge and tells another cop he was with the two of you. You back away from the guys as Dean moves over to talk to Sam. You hear Sam ask where he was last night, since he didn’t make it back to the hotel, and did they work things out between them? Specifically the obvious tension.
“Wait, you actually slept with her?” Oops, you didn’t mean for that to actually be said out loud.
Dean turns to glare at you. “Yeah, I actually did. It was pretty great too. Best night I’ve had in a very long while.”
You turn away from them trying to hold back the tears as you walk back to Impala. This shouldn’t hurt like it does. As hard as it was to believe, but for once in your life, you can’t wait to have some distance between you and Dean.
The guys are talking as they walk back toward you. Dean saying they need to figure out why the ghost truck broke the pattern and how it all fits together. You just roll your eyes.
“It’s obvious, jackass. It all comes back to Cassie’s family. Which, by the way, you were supposed to figure out the why last night. Let me guess, you were too busy to do your job.” With that you yank open the Impala’s door, getting in and slamming it behind you.
Dean sends you a nasty look through the windshield and heads toward his door. Sam grabs his arm and pulls him away first, the two talking for a few minutes, occasionally one of them will look back at you. You turn to face out the side window ignoring them, and close your eyes for good measure, so you won’t have to see him either. Then you try and work on calming yourself down.
Apparently, the guys decide to split up during their talk. Sam is going to look up courthouse records of who had owned the property, and you are going with Dean to the newspaper office. When you try to get out at the courthouse Dean won’t let you, saying you were coming with him. No one checked if this was alright with you.
At the office, Cassie makes tea for herself and Dean, sitting down extremely close to him, while he explains to her what you are busy looking up. So this is why you were with him, to do the research. The bitch hasn’t even caught on to the fact Dean hates tea. She obviously really cares about him, at least Dean is behind you and isn’t able to see your eye roll this time. Dean hasn’t even noticed or doesn’t care you are no longer speaking to him, too wrapped up in Cassie.
“We are trying to find a link between the killings in the ‘60’s and the ones going on now. There wasn’t much in the paper,” he begins explaining.
“That’s not a surprise,” you hear her respond. “The police probably didn’t do much work on them either. Back then there wasn’t much equal justice under the law around here.”
“That’s Sam,” Dean says, picking up his ringing phone and putting it on speaker. “Yeah.”
“The courthouse records show the Mayor and his wife bought an abandoned property. The last owner was the Dorian family who had it for like 150 years.”
“Wait, did you say Dorian?” you question.
“Yeah.”
You start looking up the Dorian family, when Dean asks Cassie if they were the ones who used to own the paper. She tells him they did, along with most of the other businesses and buildings around town. You open a link on the computer as Dean looks over your shoulder then pushes your chair away. You just glare at the back of him from where you and your chair stop rolling.
“That’s interesting,” he says after reading for a minute.
“What?” Sam, still on speakerphone, wants to know.
“There was a Cyrus Dorian, who vanished in April of ‘63. They investigated the disappearance but never solved the case. Round the same time as the murders were happening back then.”
“I pulled up a bunch of info on the Dorian place. It musta been in awful shape when the Mayor bought it.”
“Why’s that?” Dean presses taking Sam off speaker in the process.
Apparently Sam must have told him something about demolition, because Dean asks Cassie if the Mayor had the Dorian house knocked down. Looks like it was some big deal. It even made the front page of the paper. The boys realize that the day after the house was torn down, the monster truck began its terror. Dean looks through a few more things while talking to Sam. Unfortunately, Cassie decides to use that time to come over to you.
“What’s your deal?”
Keeping your mouth shut, you just send her a glare. You aren’t up to another fight with Dean right now. She keeps pushing and making little comments about you being Dean’s little lost puppy who doesn’t know her place. Finally having enough you break your silence. This was the horrible woman you remember Dean going out with.
“You are, you were awful to Dean and hurt him for telling the truth. He tried so hard for you, and you didn’t care. Now you want to wiggle your way back in, claim the hero for yourself. Why, just so you can throw him away again? You always were a stuck up bitch, Cassie. Leave him alone, Dean doesn’t need your drama.”
Dean stands up quickly, closing his phone, thankfully, not having heard anything between the two of you. He grabs the articles he has printed out, telling Cassie he needs to check some things with Sam. You follow Dean to the Impala to go pick up the other Winchester. He never says a word when you get in the backseat instead of the empty shotgun.
Inside the motel room, the two of them are going over notes, and old articles. You are gathering up any of your loose belongings in Baby to pack away in your bag. You are closer to the end of this case and your time with the Winchesters. Patting the top of the car, you make your way into the room. As you are adding the new items to your bag in the room, Dean’s phone rings. He jumps up hearing the caller speaking, grabs the Impala’s keys and tells you both to move it.
When he finally hangs up, he tells you both the caller was Cassie, she is at her parents’ house. Apparently she was with her mom and the two of them saw the truck. Great, now she really gets to be the victim and cuddle up to Dean. He drives quickly to get to her, pulling up outside the house, the Impala is barely off before Dean is racing inside.
Getting inside both women are spooked. Dean is sitting beside Cassie with his arm around her, while her mom is shaking in the chair. It hurt how much Dean still cares for Cassie after everything she did to him. You have always been there, but he never cared about you that way. After the last few days, you knew he never would. Sam goes to make them both a cup of tea while you stand off to the side. She asks Sam to put a couple shots in the glass when he hands it to her. Sitting down in the other chair, Sam asks if they caught a glimpse of the driver.
“It didn’t look like anyone. Everything was going so fast, and then it just disappeared. Why didn’t it kill us?”
“Whoever’s controlling the truck wants you afraid first,” Dean told her.
Sam turns to her mom, “Mrs. Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died.” The poor woman is unable to answer, she is just shaking.
“Mom?” Cassie tried.
“Oh, Martin was under a lot of stress. You can’t be sure about what he was seeing.”
Dean’s arm tightens around Cassie before he starts talking, which had you turning away. “Well after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck. With what happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Okay? You both could die. So if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us.” Cassie tries to stop Dean from pressing her mom, until the woman speaks up.
“Yes, okay he said he saw a truck.”
“Did he know who?” You ask, involving yourself for the first time tonight.
“He thought he did.”
“Who was it?” The poor woman is getting terribly upset as she prepares to answer your question.
“Cyrus, It was a man we knew named Cyrus.”
From the corner of your eye you see the brother’s exchange a look before Dean grabs something out of his bag. It is the article from earlier, about Dorian’s disappearance, he shows it to Mrs. Robinson, asking if that is Cyrus.
She turns away from you all, whispering that he had died more than 40 years ago.
Dean looks at Sam before quietly asking “How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson? The paper just said he went missing. How are you sure he died?”
“We were all very young. I had dated Cyrus for a while, but I was also seeing Martin. In secret of course. Inter-racial couples didn’t go over too well back then. When I broke it off with Cyrus and he found out about Martin… I don’t know. He changed. His hatred, his hatred was frightening.”
You look up at Sam, what she is saying suddenly clicked. “The murders.”
The poor woman sounds like she is trying not to cry as she continues on. “Yes, there were rumors. People of color disappearing into some truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and an... Martin and I were gonna be married in that little church near here, but at the last minute we decided we didn’t want the attention.”
“What happened then, with Cyrus?” You gently asked.
She is really crying now, and you feel awful for her. “The day we set for the wedding was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children’s choir practicing in there. All of them died.”
“Did the attacks stop then?”
She completely broke down talking through her tears, you really feel like giving her a hug right now. “No! There was still one more. One night that truck came for Martin. It was Cyrus, he beat Martin something terrible. But Martin got loose, and he started hitting Cyrus back and just kept hitting.”
“Why didn’t you call the cops?” Dean cuts in.
“Don’t forget, we are talking about 40 years ago. He called his friends, Clayton Soames, and Jimmy Anderson. The three of them put Cyrus’ body in the truck and rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land. Those three kept that secret all of these years.”
“Now all three are gone.” Sam said.
“So is the Mayor,” Dean interjects.. “Now we heard him say that you of all people would know he is not a racist. What made him say that?”
Mrs. Robinson looks away before looking back at all of you. “He was a good man. Back then he was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus’ disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he... he did nothing. All because he also knew what Cyrus had done.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Cassie cries.
“I was trying to protect them. Now there is no one left to protect.”
“Yes, there is.” Dean retorts a little rougher. He is looking at Cassie, of course he is. This is what Dean does, protect the hurt and weak. Be their knight in shining armor. You couldn’t take it and head outside for some air. Maybe the truck will come after you, at this point you just don’t care.
You lean against the trunk of the Impala facing away from the house trying and failing to keep the tears at bay. A few minutes later, you hear a voice behind you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you going to be okay?”
“I just want to be done with this Sam. I can’t stay around him any longer. I need space to get my head on straight, and finally accept he doesn’t see me like that, and there will never be anything more between your brother and I.”
He joins you leaning against the trunk. “I really don’t want you to leave. But after all this, I understand if you do need to go. Just promise to check in with me every once in a while, okay? I promise I won’t tell Dean.”
“I’ll do my best, Sammy.”
“I’m only letting you get away with that name this one time.” He gives you a sad soft smile and you both go quiet, waiting for the older Winchester to appear.
Sam is the first to move when Dean’s footsteps are heard coming from the house. “You know, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms.”
“So you’re saying I saved you from a boring existence? You’re welcome.”
“Yeah, well I occasionally miss boring.”
“Anyways, we got a killer truck.”
“I miss boring conversations that didn’t begin with a killer truck.”
You just shake your head wanting to get this over with. “Alright, so this Cyrus guy is so evil that it even infected his truck. The swamp became his tomb and he went dormant for 40 some years. What woke him?”
“The start of construction, or in this case destruction on the house, it can awaken the spirits and make them restless.” Sam answered. “It went after the Mayor, who tore down the house and kept Cyrus’ murder quiet.”
Continuing to face away from the boys you ask with a grimace, “Does this mean we have to dredge the swamp for him?”
“Yep, you ready to go swimming?” Dean responds with a sarcastic tone.
Deciding to ignore him, you stay in your position until you hear Cassie telling Dean her mom is asleep, and wanting to know what is happening next. Turning around quickly you respond “No way in hell is she coming with us.”
Dean glares at you before leaning down and talking to Cassie. You really didn’t want to know what he was saying, mostly because you don’t believe your heart can handle it. It gets even worse when Cassie smiles at him and leans up to start kissing him. It hurts knowing what happened between them last night, but having it play out right in front of you, torture. You quickly get in the backseat and slam the door so you won’t be forced to see or hear anything else.
Sam opens his door saying something to Dean as he gets in. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” You just nod and stare out the window, tears once again falling.
When Dean finally slides in the car you keep your focus to the side, never sparing him a glance. There are a few moments you can almost feel him looking at you.
“You know, you didn’t have to be so rude to her. She’s had a stressful night.” He breaks the silence in the car.
You never acknowledged his comment, and the two brothers began working on a plan to dredge the swamp.
Thankfully there is still a tractor on the property where they have been working on repairs. The boys manage to get a chain hooked on the truck and the tractor pulls it up. You are standing near the Impala out of the way, since they didn’t seem to need your help at the moment. After Sam is satisfied the truck was far enough out of the water to work on, Dean shuts the tractor off and gets down making his way over to the Impala. Sam follows behind.
“Now I know what she sees in you.”
“What?” Dean responds, rummaging through the back of the trunk.
“Come on man, you can admit you’re still in love with her.” Really Sam? Did he forget you were standing right here? You didn't need him to add salt to the wound too.
“Can we focus on this please?”
“Fine, what do we need out?”
“Gas, flashlight, lighters.”
“Got ‘em.”
“Alright, let’s finish this.” Dean shuts the trunk, looking over at you, and they head to the cab of the truck. When he opens the door, what you believe was once Cyrus falls out. They set to work salting and burning him. They haven’t needed or spoken to you, so you remained leaning on the driver’s side of the Impala. You hear Sam ask after a short time, if that should do it. You all have your answer seconds later when the ghost truck appears.
“I’m guessing that’s a no Sam.” Dean answers his brother.
“So burning the body had no effect on that thing?”
“Sure it did. Now it’s really pissed, and at us.”
“But Cyrus’ ghost is gone, right Dean?”
You begin walking toward the guys when Dean starts walking back to the Impala. “Apparently not the part that’s fused with the truck.”
“Wait, where are you going?” Sam calls out.
“We are goin’ for a drive. Gonna lead that thing away from here. You gotta burn that busted piece of crap.” Passing you Dean grabs your arm and pulls you with him back to the Impala.
“How the hell am I supposed to burn a truck, Dean?”
“I should help Sam.” It’s the first time you have spoken since you arrived here.
“I don’t know, figure something out,” Dean answers his brother, turning to you he just growls out “No.”
Dean threw something at Sam and you could hear him muttering behind you as Dean pushes you in the door and over to the passenger seat. Throwing Baby in reverse, he speeds off through the property and down the road. The ghost truck is quick to follow. You don’t think you have ever been in a car with someone going this fast. He pulls out his phone and dialing a number puts it on speaker.
“Hey, you gotta give me a minute,” Sam’s voice comes over the line.
“We don’t have a minute! What are we doing?” Dean is shouting at him.
“Ahh, let me get back to you.” You couldn’t believe Sam hung up on you guys at a time like this.
“Get back to me?” Dean is muttering next to you.
It is a tense few minutes until Dean’s phone rings, you are praying Sam has a way to end this.
“Answer it,” Dean tells you.
You answer it and put it on speaker so Dean could hear his brother.
“All, right Dean?”
“This better be good.”
“Where are you?”
“In the middle of freaking nowhere, with a killer truck on my ass! It’s like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus.”
“Listen, this is important. I have to know exactly where you are.”
“Decatur Road,” you fill in, seeing the passing sign.
“About two miles off the highway,” Dean adds.
“Headed East?”
“YES!” Dean yells, just before the truck rams into the back of the Impala sending it skidding. He fights to get the car back under control. “You Son of a bitch!”
Trying to hold tight you shut your eyes for a moment, feeling the Impala flying down the road underneath you. This is so not how you saw your life ending.
“Turn right, turn right, just up ahead.” Dean quickly makes the turn as Sam asks if he did so.
“Yeah, I made it, we need to move this along a little faster.”
“Alright, do you see a road up ahead?”
“No! Wait, no ah yes.” The truck is catching up and almost on the Impala’s left side now trying to run you all off the road.
“Turn left.” Dean had to hit the brakes in order to turn which had the truck sailing past. After you turn, go seven tenths of a mile and then stop.”
Did he say stop? Sam can’t seriously want you to stop with that truck so close can he?
“Stop?” Apparently, Dean feels the same.
“Yes, at exactly seven tenths.”
Dean is watching the speedometer closely, reaching his destination he spun the car around and moved to where Sam had wanted. Looking around, you are surrounded by the remains of an old building. The truck suddenly appears on the road in front of you. Sam comes over the line asking if Dean is still there and what was happening. Dean tells him it is just staring at you both, and Sam wants the truck to just come to you. When the truck revs its engine and suddenly comes barreling toward the Impala you see Dean grab the steering wheel as you close your eyes and hold tight to the seat preparing for the hit. It suddenly goes quiet and slowly opening your eyes you notice Dean looking around, but neither of you see the truck anywhere.
Sam’s voice comes from the phone, “You still there? Guys?”
“Where’d it go?” You ask, not really sure what happened.
“I don’t know.” Dean is just as confused as you.
“You guys are where the church was.”
“What church Sam! There isn’t much here.” Dean was a little on edge and wanting answers.
“The one Cyrus burned down, and all those kids died. The church is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, and sometimes they’re destroyed. So I figured, maybe, that would get rid of it.”
Listening to Sam, Dean is nodding his head along before suddenly stopping, “Wait, maybe? Did you say maybe? What if you were wrong?”
“Huh. Honestly that thought hadn’t occurred to me.”
Dean hangs up on his brother mimicking Sam’s last sentence before threatening to kill him.
The drive back to Sam is rather quiet, both of you reflecting on your recent near miss. The inside of the truck is salted and lit on fire. Dean is in the tractor with water in the bucket from the swamp if the fire gets out of hand. The remains of the truck are pushed back into the swamp.
The three of you head back to the hotel to get cleaned up. Looking back over tonight and the past couple of days you have come to a decision on your future. Even with your lives on the line, Dean has barely spoken six words to you all night long, that tells you where you rank to him.
You're the last one to shower, probably because you had done the least amount of work tonight. The sun is starting to rise, and the boys want to get out of town before anyone says something about what they may have seen last night.
Checking the room one last time, you are sure nothing is left behind. You have already searched through the Impala, and retrieved your favorite gun and knife from the trunk. Dean has gone to grab breakfast for the road, but Sam has an idea of what you were doing and silently watches you going over the room.
He speaks up after a few minutes, “I want you to know, I’m really going to miss you. My brother’s a major idiot.”
You go over to hug the giant. “I’m going to miss you too Sam, keep in touch when you can. Good luck finding your dad, I’m sorry I can’t go along with you anymore. If you need me to look into anything on the downlow, shoot me a message. Take care of yourself, and that moron too.”
As you pick up your duffel and backpack he speaks up again. “You too. Where are you headed?”
“I don’t know.”
“Dean will be back in a minute, we can drop you off at the bus stop, just wait.” Halfway through his sentence the motel door opens and in walks the other brother. Sam is slightly relieved, he is hoping now that the case is over Dean will have calmed down and can talk you out of leaving.
“Why are we going to the bus stop?” He questions.
“I’m going to the bus stop, you don’t need to.”
“What are you doing there?”
“Leaving Dean,” he stares at you with a bewildered expression.
“Oh, so you’re not over being a little bitch, huh? I thought you didn’t desert the people you care about, guess that was wrong, or maybe you don’t really care about us?”
“I don’t stay where I’m not wanted Dean! You don’t want my help, and your life doesn’t concern me, ring a bell? I’m leaving so I won’t interfere with your life anymore, and you can go screw whoever you want, without hearing any comments from me.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to grow up! Just get in the car, no need to throw a hissy fit.”
“You wanted me gone, I'm leaving.”
“Then don’t come crying back!”
“Dean! Stop!” This isn’t going the way Sam was hoping it would, not at all.
You turn your back on the only man you ever truly cared about, took a deep breath, closed your eyes and willed the tears away till you could walk out of the room. Passing Sam you give him one last side hug, ruffle up his shaggy hair, and tell him to take care as you walk out of the room and the Winchesters’ lives.
“What the hell is her problem lately?” Dean looks to his brother to explain your recent behavior.
Sam turns at him in complete shock, before explaining. “You are Dean! Man, you are a bigger idiot than I thought. She’s been in love with you for years, your best friend for almost twenty years. You threw all that away for some chick you spent a few weeks with years ago, who then turned her back on you. We both know Y/N has never been like this before, something was really bothering her. You could have just talked to her and asked why she was behaving this way, but you just kept yelling at her, and throwing Cassie in her face.”
Dean is frozen in place, staring at the door hearing Sam’s words. He’d been harboring feelings for you for years, but didn’t believe you would ever see him like that. You deserve so much better than him, he is just going to drag you down. So he has one night stands to try and take his mind off you for a little while. You two had gotten even closer when he almost died on the last hunt, he didn’t want to face the hurt of you rejecting him if he said something. Instead he saw Cassie’s call as a distraction, a way to push his feelings away again, that’s all. He remembered what she did, how you put him back together. He knew he should have kept this case professional and was fighting internally with himself the whole time, that’s why he kept snapping at you. In the end, he didn’t think you would actually leave. He should know better, everyone leaves him.
“She can’t leave.” It takes him a moment, but he rushes out the door to make you come back inside. Looking around Dean doesn’t see you anywhere.
“It’s too late, you really hurt her, Dean. Now, you have to let her go,” Sam tells him from the doorway.
Punching the roof of the Impala, Dean slides down next to it on the pavement. Head in his hands, he realizes he finally pushed too far, he hurt you, and now he lost you.
you're popular among horror fans. he's well-respected among film critics. though you work in the same industry, you couldn't be more different - but your managers think a pr romance is just what your careers need.
series warning: actor!bucky x f!actress!reader, mature themes, fake dating, enemies to lovers, bucky is an asshole, angst, smut, slow burn (or at least my attempt at a slow burn).
