My fics aka a non-subtle way of asking you guys to read my fics
Dean/Cas
- Hot Apple Cider (2k, one shot, canonverse but how it should have ended in my opinion, fluff). A scene from their cozy, gentle lives post canon.
- [Implied Destiel] Scenes from the unaired Supernatural finale (1k). A concept for a good finale in the form of portions of an imaginary script.
Steve/Bucky
- Regarding nightmares, dreams and real things (99k, complete, canonverse, post-Catws, angst, hurt/comfort, smut). Where they reconnect after the horrors, and slowly heal each other and themselves.
- The Best Is Yet To Come (30k words, complete, AU, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut). Where they meet as nurse and patient, and later reconnect and fall in love.
- It's The Snow (44k, complete, AU, enemies to lovers, smut with feels). Where they're snowed in inside a hotel, there's only one room, and only one bed.
- Fighting The War On Christmas (5k, complete, canonverse but my version of it, smut with fluff). Featuring, uh, a gay Jewish man's version of Christmas spirit.
- New (1k, one shot, AU, getting together, fluff). Featuring a kiss on New Year's Eve.
- Close (2k, one shot, canonverse written after CATWS, smut with comfort). Where they reestablish their intimacy after everything that's happened.
- Soft (1k, one shot, canonverse written after CATWS, fluff). Where Steve takes care of Bucky.
- Right partner (1k, one shot, canonverse written after CATWS). Steve's reflection about the concept of a right partner.
Heed the tags, feel free to ask for any clarification, and let me know if you enjoy them and what you think ^-^
Something I wrote in 2015 and never finished. ¯\_ツ_/¯
Castiel is sitting on the edge of the bed in Dean’s room, looking vacantly at some point in front of him. Dean takes a few steps towards him. He can see that Cas’ eyes are still streaked with red, and the creases on his forehead betray his pain.
Cas raises his eyes to him, and he just stares at Dean with wide, sad eyes.
“How’s going, Cas?”
He puckers his lips in the shadow of a smile.
“I’ve been worse. I’m fine.”
Dean sits next to him on the bed.
“Cas. I am the world’s leading expert on saying ‘I’m fine’ when it’s not the case. It takes much more than that to fool me.”
This time Cas’ lips curl in a small but genuine smile, and Dean can’t help but smile fondly at him.
“I’m gonna do my best to fix this, I promise.”
“I know. I trust you.”
Dean inhales sharply before exhaling slowly.
“I’m sorry, Cas. I’m sorry you always end up getting the short end of the stick when Sam and I mess things up.”
Cas looks at him with a sorrowful tenderness.
“We all get the short end of the stick. Although,” he adds with a frown, “I have trouble understanding how one can identify the short end of a stick.”
Dean puffs air out of his nose in amusement, before getting serious again.
“I mean it, Cas. I’ve… I’ve hurt you. I’ve hurt you so much. And I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Dean. It’s okay. If you’re referring to what you did under the influence of the Mark, I don’t hold that against you. It wasn't the real you, it was the Mark that—”
Dean shakes his head.
“No, Cas. I’m referring to every single thing I’ve done to you since… since day one. I’ve… I’ve hurt you. I’ve always put something else before you, and I pushed you to the sidelines, and… and I’ve never cared about you the way I should have.”
Cas stares at him, wide eyes, his mouth a little slack, and his look seems to pierce Dean’s own eyes.
“I’ve always been unfair to you. I guess it’s because… because I’d expect too much of you. I’d expect you to magically fix everything, and get mad at you when you just couldn’t. I guess I’ve been relying on you too much, and… and dumping my frustration on you when there just was nothing you could do to make things better. I’ve used you as my… heavenly Swiss knife, and I’ve just ended up hurting you in the process. And I’m so frigging sorry for that, because you just don’t—”
Cas cups a hand around the side of Dean’s face, and Dean gulps. Cas speaks without unlocking his eyes off Dean’s, and in his eyes Dean can read a mixture of pain and adoration.
“Dean… I know you. When you… hurt people, it’s because you’re the one that’s hurting the most. So… I’m the one who needs to apologize, for never being able to heal that.”
Dean breathes heavily, a stinging sensation is his eyes.
“Cas, no, you don’t have to apologize for anything. I know you’ve always tried your best to help me. I can’t say the same for myself.”
Cas gives him a melancholic smile.
“You always try your best for everything, Dean. You can’t expect your best to be the best in everything. I know that… that you care. You care so much about so much, and that ends up hurting you.”
Dean lowers his head.
“I don’t deserve you, Cas.”
Cas frowns.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I know I’m your priority, and you’ve never been mine.”
Cas shakes his head slowly.
“It’s okay, Dean. It’s okay. Don’t ever say you don’t deserve anything. You deserve everything, Dean. You deserve all the love and care you can get.”
“Cas…” Dean mutters, his voice broken with emotion.
And then they’re hugging, holding each other tight, and maybe Dean lets out a little sob as he presses his face against Cas’s shoulder.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton
Additional Tags: Fluff, New Years, Getting Together, Kissing, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Summary:
He turned to see Bucky Barnes joining him at the parapet. He looked like Steve felt — smiling, relaxed, a little red-cheeked. He was wearing a white chunky knit sweater that looked very soft and hugged his torso and arms nicely. His hair was a bit disheveled and also looked very soft. Steve caught himself wondering how it’d feel under his touch, and blinked hard to shoo the thought away.
firefly124 replied to your post “I was scrolling my dash and I got to this point and my brain decided...”
So you'll be writing that au, right?
Inspired by this post by @castiel-knight-of-hell and others and by this thing my brain did while scrolling my dash.
Sebastian Stan and the Winchesters meet when the latter make a trip to New York to investigate a string of “animal attacks” around a neighborhood where the most vicious animals are pigeons. The worst part of the case, for Dean at least, is that they have to leave the car far, far away and move around with the subway, but he’s had worse and he consoles himself with the food. Pretty expensive, but it’s not like their snacks aren’t paid by some credit card scam anyway, so it doesn’t matter.
Sam, who’s a bit of a Marvel fanboy, is thrilled when they realize that among the witnesses of the latest bizarre attack, which happened not far away from Don Saladino’s gym, is Marvel actor Sebastian Stan. Dean pretends not to be also thrilled but he fools exactly no one. Dressed up as FBI agents, they have immediate access to the gym where the actor and his friends are training, and maybe Dean has some moments of ogling around and then stares a lot at the handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes, or maybe not; it depends on who you’re asking.
Long story short, they interview the witnesses and leave the gym with Sebastian’s autograph. They think it’s the last they’ve seen of the actor but their investigation on the case leads them back to the area and they end up saving the actor himself from the werewolves. The experience brings them closer, and Seb is kinda scared shitless by his newfound awareness of the supernatural but also very curious and, since they’ve exchanged numbers, he asks them a lot of questions via text or skype; they communicate often and eventually they invite him over to the bunker, which he’s very curious about since he’s a big nerd.
Shit hits the fan when some mysterious occurrences happen during the filming of the latest Marvel movie. There are no victims yet, but Sebastian connects the dots, and the Winchesters agree with him and he should be very careful. Eventually Seb suspects that some members of the cast may be in danger, so he arranges for Dean to get some cast members into hiding for a while. The problem is that, with Chris Evans having to suddenly get into some secret hiding place without having the time to make arrangements, his dog Dodger would remain alone, and Sam and Seb decide to take him to the bunker while Dean is away with the actors.
Sam plans to hunt down the monster while Dean is protecting the actors and Seb is in the bunker with the dog, but while Sam is busy investigating, Claire, Jody and Donna show up and immediately kill the monster. They let Dean know things are safe now, so Dean (who has the car and can move a lot faster than Sam) goes back to the bunker - Sam calls Sebastian to tell him to hide the dog from Dean, and Seb hides Dodger in one of the empty rooms farther away from the rooms the Winchesters normally use. The problem is, in the haste he doesn’t notice a collar left in the kitchen, and when Dean enters the kitchen to get a bottle of beer he sees the collar.
He inquires Sebastian about it, but before Seb can answer, Sam sprints into the bunker (he’s stolen the fastest-looking car he could find) and yells that the collar is from his collection of bondage gears.
Dean starts screaming because apparently Sam has left a piece of bondage gear inside THE KITCHEN. The screams reach Dodger who starts barking... and Sam starts screaming louder to cover the barking of the dog. Sebastian runs to hide with the dog, and texts the bunker’s address to Chris Evans telling him to pick up his dog.
Eventually the four of them and Dodger (because it’s not like you can hide from Dean that Chris Evans showed up to recover his dog from the depths of the bunker) end up in the war room having dinner after Dean passively-aggressively prepares a full course meal for everyone including the dog. He also pretends to hate the dog but he doesn’t fool in fact anyone.
tfw you find out that you had started writing a fic where the Team Cap peeps go to Wakanda after the events of the movie (no refrigerations involved)
like... wtf past me
idk this was supposed to be just the introduction of the fic lol but I’ll just post it here so you can see what I found in the bottomless pit of my wip folder
Bucky never knew much about the geography of Wakanda. Honestly, he wasn't even sure Wakanda was a sovereign state when he was in school. He didn’t dare ask T’Challa about it though, as he would have probably end up saying something disrespectful. Bucky was a little nervous when it came to manners. He’d realized that what people considered appropriate had changed over the decades, and, as glad as he was that respectfulness was apparently much more valued now, he was always a little nervous about accidentally being rude. He’d tried to get himself up to date with political correctness, but maybe he’d missed something.
He’d learnt, though, that Wakanda has a lot of lakes, widely different in size. As they flew above the country in T’Challa’s private jet, Bucky couldn't stop staring out of the plane window.
“The landscape’s cool, isn't it?” he heard Sam comment from his seat right in front of Bucky’s.
“Yeah. So different from what we’re used to, right, Buck?” Steve said. He was sitting next to Bucky, with T’Challa in front of him. Scott, Clint, Wanda and Natasha were sitting on the other side of the jet. Wanda and Natasha were on the side of the windows and they were also staring at the view. Bucky wasn't sure why Natasha was even there, but he hadn't dared ask that either.
“You’ve never been to Wakanda before, right?” T’Challa asked.
“Yes,” Bucky mumbled at the same time as Steve said, “No.”
He now had three pairs of eyes on him, and felt himself blush.
“Um, well, I didn't get chances to sightsee, though.”
There was an uncomfortable silence until Sam pointed out of the window and directed everyone’s attention to a particular lake that he insisted that was shaped like a chicken. Bucky met his eyes briefly and they smiled softly at each other.
In that moment, a flight attendant reached their seats and asked them if they wanted fruit and drinks, which they all accepted happily.
Bucky had never been on the private jet of a king, and blinked as he was handed a beautifully decorated ceramic bowl filled with juicy, fresh-looking pieces of several different kind of fruit, most of which he couldn't even recognize, but their brilliant colors and strong aromas made his mouth water. The flight attendant also handed him a glass filled with a dense, white liquid that he was informed that was baobab juice. Bucky took a sip of it—it tasted a little weird at first, but it was pleasant in his mouth.
“Mmmh, this is so good,” he found himself saying, his mouth full of what he was quite sure that was mango. “One time when I was on a plane, they gave me some weird soup that tasted like mold. I threw up after the third spoonful.”
“Do you really need to talk about throwing up while we’re eating?” Sam grumbled.
Bucky shrugged.
“It was kinda funny. There was this big, burly guy that was supervising me, you know, missing a tooth, covered in scars, with a kalashnikov in his hands, and I got vomit on his shoes and he started squealing in a shrilly voice…”
He belatedly realized that everyone around him had stopped eating and was staring at him. He waved his hand in dismissal.
“It was a long time ago, though. They started giving me better food at some point. Especially after Warsaw.”
“What happened in Warsaw?”
Bucky felt himself blush again.
“You don’t want to know what happened in Warsaw while you’re eating.”
They all went back to eating in silence, and Bucky pointedly stared out of the window until the flight attendant took away his empty bowl.
The rest of the flight went by lazily. Steve’s head fell against Bucky’s shoulder as he drifted into sleep. Bucky kind of dozed off too after a while, at least he was pretty sure he did, because it was suddenly almost time for the landing and he was blinking confusedly.
T’Challa had been telling them about the place they were headed for before, but he reminded them again. It was a place whose name translated to Blue Lake in English, and it was private property of the sovereign. It was a safe place for them, as the people who lived and worked around there were members of the king’s staff and were all trusted individuals. The villages in the vicinity of Blue Lake were nice quiet places too, and T’Challa assured them that they could move around there without any worries.
They landed at a small private airport and were welcomed by a group of people that apparently were close collaborators of T’Challa. Despite them being strangers, Bucky didn't really feel uncomfortable around them. Maybe it was the weather—warm, a little humid, but not overwhelmingly so, so different from the climate Bucky was used to. Maybe it was how different everything looked in general. The landscape was so different than the ones in New York or Europe, the people were different, their dark-skinned faces somehow more unthreatening-looking, more healthy-looking. Maybe Bucky had been around hard-faced soviet soldiers in a bad mood for too long. It was a nice change.
Steve kept close to him, their arms brushing together. Sometimes their hands and fingers would bump against each other as they walked, and neither of them did anything for that not to happen.
They got onto a few cars, each driven by a uniform-clad driver. Bucky sat on the backseat of one, Steve at his side, T’Challa sitting shotgun. The latter took out his phone and started making calls, speaking in Wakandan, so Bucky and Steve were left on their own devices.
“Remember that time you got into that fight with that taxi driver?” Steve said with a smile.
Bucky rolled his eyes at him.
“I remember you getting into that fight with that taxi driver.”
“No way, it was you.”
“I might have lost my memory for a few decades, Rogers, but I clearly remember you starting that fight.”
“My contribution to that fight was inconsequential,” Steve replied pointedly.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”
T’Challa’s voice interrupted them.
“Did you guys do anything else but getting in fights when you lived in New York?”
“No,” the two of them answered in unison.
“Oookay.”
Bucky and Steve’s eyes met and they laughed softly. Steve put his hand on Bucky’s.
“Well, I got into fights and Bucky saved my ass,” he said in a gentle voice.
T’Challa shook his head.
“You two have weird courtship rituals.”
“Shut up.”
“Did you just say shut up to the king of a country?”
“Shut up.”
Bucky could see the confused and slightly alarmed face of the driver in the rearview mirror, and he chuckled.
