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Hey y'all, I've been having a rough day today (literally only on day two of being in my third trimester and already feel like I'm getting my ass whooped by it) as I didn't sleep very well and just some other stuff- but I'm not super tired so I'm gonna work on a few more character headers for my preferences.
I'm gonna try to at least finish the Marvel ones tonight so I can start working on writing the 'How You Meet' preferences for them and then I'll work on the other fandoms. But I wanted to give y'all a little update about something I decided to do for the two ongoing series I have; 'I See Fire' and 'Vampires of Beacon Hills'.
I am going to be rewriting them at some point and instead of them being x reader fics they're going to be OC fics instead. Both girls in them were based off of OC's of mine to begin with so I feel like switching them is better and will help each story move along a lot smoother.
All of my preferences and my normal fics will still be x reader but any series I currently have or will write in the future are going to be OC based from now on.
Alright y'all, I think I've got everything set up the way I want it to now so I'm gonna try and get some writing done today. First though I gotta figure out how exactly I'm gonna set up my preferences because each one has to be a kind of separate masterlist with all the characters and then each character has a separate fic that has to be linked (if that makes any sense at all- it makes sense to me but y'know).
I know how I did it before so I'm going to do it the same way I'm mostly just trying to figure out what I want to do for the headers and stuff- because before I had a separate one for each character, and I could do that again it would just take me a hot minute to make all of them. But I can't lie I am not feeling very inspired to write today because I didn't sleep the best last night so I might actually go ahead and make each character their own header and page breaker.
Okay so there was something I needed to fix on here before I could start working on the individual character headers for the preferences and then by time I got that done my counselor called me, so I was on the phone with her for an hour and then I had a snack so I didn't start doing them until like two-ish hours ago.
It is gonna take me a bit to do all of them because I totaled up how many characters I have throughout all my fandoms and it's a whopping 126- but these honestly don't take me too long to do, and I know the end results will be worth it. I know it doesn't seem like a lot given that it's been two hours but I've already done seven of them so far.
I'll include a little sneaky peek of two of them below the cut just for funsies; I would like to note though that the 'How You Meet' at the bottom will change with each preference, I just plan to start with the how you meet ones so I'm making all of these with that on there but I have them all individually saved to my Canva so I can easily update just that part without having to remake the whole header.
Alright y'all, I think I've got everything set up the way I want it to now so I'm gonna try and get some writing done today. First though I gotta figure out how exactly I'm gonna set up my preferences because each one has to be a kind of separate masterlist with all the characters and then each character has a separate fic that has to be linked (if that makes any sense at all- it makes sense to me but y'know).
I know how I did it before so I'm going to do it the same way I'm mostly just trying to figure out what I want to do for the headers and stuff- because before I had a separate one for each character, and I could do that again it would just take me a hot minute to make all of them. But I can't lie I am not feeling very inspired to write today because I didn't sleep the best last night so I might actually go ahead and make each character their own header and page breaker.
Okay so I've finished updating the headers and whatnot to everything I've posted so far- minus the Marvel 'How You Meet' and 'Another Teammate Finds Out They Like You' preferences I posted ages ago but I plan to rewrite the 'How You Meet' ones so that's why I'm not updating them- and I'm still undecided if I'm gonna keep the 'Another Teammate Finds Out They Like You' ones and just repost them or rewrite them as well. We'll see.
I am starting to get tired though, so I think I'm gonna go lay down and reread some of the stuff I've wrote, mostly 'I See Fire' and 'Vampires of Beacon Hills' to see where I wanna go with those series' next.
Author's Note: This is a little long for a prologue tbh but I wanted to get most of the introductions out of the way. I'm not using any specific vampiric powers from anywhere else, I kinda just went based off how the werewolves are in Teen Wolf, and to me vampires are pretty similar to werewolves. This is just how I imagine they would have done them in Teen Wolf, but maybe not. Enjoy! DO NOT post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise!
Word count: 3k - I got carried away lol
Warnings: a few cuss words, blood mention, mentions of smelling like death, again this is really just introductory stuff and sort of fluffy?
Characters: Dr. Alan Deaton, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey
series masterlist // teen wolf masterlist // main masterlist
To the outside world you were just a regular teenage girl whose father was a doctor and whose mother was a mortician. You lived in a large old Victorian style house on the lake on a large piece of property guarded by a tall metal fence. To anyone on the outside looking in you had a normal, perfect life.
However, your life was anything but normal or perfect seeing as you were the only vampire family in Beacon Hills. Your family has lived here for centuries, almost all of them were born and raised in this house. So, despite hell or high water you weren’t just going to abandon it. Your parent's jobs allowed them access to blood, so you didn’t have to prey on humans which allowed you to lay low.
Whenever you felt the need for a hunt, which was typically only once a month, you could easily go and hunt down an animal without raising suspicions. No one knew your secret, not even all the werewolves lurking around.
Yes, you knew about them. Vampires and Werewolves are very similar when it comes to their powers and abilities. They also aren’t naturally enemies as most have been taught, sure we’ve had our wars, but we know an ally when we see one. The world of supernatural creatures can be a brutal one and it’s certainly much better to have friends than enemies. Though you never know how a werewolf might act so it’s just better to keep ourselves secret.
You knew of all the creatures that lurked around your school, you kept a list of their names and what they were in an old notebook at home. It was another way of keeping you and your family safe and it reminded you of who to steer clear of. Sure, you hid your scent from them but if you got close, became friends, it would be harder to keep your secret.
There was only one person in your small town who knew your secret and that was Doctor Deaton, even vampires need an Emissary. Deaton would come to your family every so often when there was a new threat, your family having more old books than anyone he’d ever seen.
Your family had a large library, books on all sorts of things including a Beastiary of your own except it was more of a collection, each book being about a different supernatural creature. These books were how you knew what other creatures were lurking around your town, you could tell by their scent most of the time. Every supernatural creature, like humans, have their own unique scent. For instance, werewolves smell very woodsy with a hint of “wet dog” smell though it isn’t too overpowering, the woodsy smell and their personal scent covers most of it.
Deaton would come over every so often to talk with your parents, help them with something or ask for help in return. Most of the time he came over it was to borrow or return books. When he came over you would overhear him talking with your parents about whatever new threat him and the McCall pack were facing.
You wanted to step up and help multiple times, but your parents did what they could already with their jobs. Though you would be lying if you said you hadn’t longed to go with him to wherever he was going to meet with the McCall pack, but you knew better. Keeping your family’s secret was important and you couldn’t risk jeopardizing that. Deaton knew though. He knew you longed to have friends who were more like you, how you longed to help in some way as you watched your town crumble down around you.
That was why being the smart, and slightly devious man he was that he devised a plan. You were on your stomach on your bed, reading through this week's History homework when your phone rang. Your parents both had late shifts today, so you figured it was just one of them calling to check in on you but when you picked up the phone you saw it was Deaton.
“Hello?”
“Hello Y/N, I hate to trouble you this late but is there any way you could fetch a few books from your family’s library and bring them to my office?”
“No trouble at all, what books do you need?”
You wrote the names of the books he needed on a blue post-It note before saying your goodbyes to one another. You got off your bed, changing into a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt, grabbing your leather jacket off the back of your desk chair as you looked around for your combat boots. You found them and quickly slipped them on before grabbing an empty bag from your closet.
You slipped your keys and phone inside the front pocket, whistling as you walked down to the library with the post-It note in your hand. You grabbed the books Deaton had asked for, stuffing them into the empty bag on your shoulder. You crumbled the post-It up and threw it in the trash can by the door as you made your way down the stairs and out the door, locking it behind you.
You were grateful you had grabbed your jacket because only now had you realized it was pouring down rain. You slid the bag off your shoulder so you could slide your jacket on and put the hood up, grabbing the bag before making your way to your car. You hopped into your black Jeep and set the bag in the passenger seat before you buckled your seatbelt and turned on the radio.
The drive to the animal clinic wasn’t one you made often but you knew where it was. The combination of the rain and the music playing from the radio put you into a trance as you drove towards the clinic. You didn’t even realize you had made it there until you were pulling into the parking space next to an older looking blue Jeep. A Jeep you recognized. Oh no. No no no.
You leaned your head against the steering wheel of your Jeep, letting out a long sigh. Deaton hadn’t done this on purpose, had he? You sighed again as you took your keys out of the ignition and grabbed the bag from your passenger seat, slinging it over your shoulder before stepping out of your car and into the rain.
The rain didn’t bother you much as you walked towards the back entrance of the clinic, the sound of water splashing under your boots. You pulled the handle of the door and walked in, immediately you knew there were 3 other people besides Deaton there, one human and two wolves. Stiles, Scott and Isaac.
You let out a quiet sigh as you rounded the corner and entered the room where they were standing, all of their eyes turning to look at you. You smiled at all of them, pulling your hood down as you walked towards Deaton in the back of the room. You set your bag down onto the table and began taking all of the books out, stacking them in front of him.
“Thank you, Y/N.,” He smiled politely at you as he took the books and sat them on the counter behind him. You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at him with an eyebrow raised. If he needed the books so badly, why was he putting them away? “Scott, Stiles, Isaac, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Scott, Stiles, and Isaac. Have you seen each other around school?” Deaton asked as he turned around to a cabinet and grabbed a book out. A book you recognized.
It was while he did this that you took time to look at each boy's face. Scott looked at you with a soft smile. Isaac had his arms crossed like you, leaning against the table behind him. Stiles had one hand on the table in front of him as he looked at you with an eyebrow raised and a curious expression on his face. “Yeah, I’ve seen her around a few times.” Isaac said simply, not taking his eyes off of you. It was his Beta instincts to protect his Alpha and his pack so of course he was on guard.
“Of course, she’s in our History class and she’s in French with Lydia and Allision.” Scott smiled at you, and you smiled back at him. You hadn’t realized the Alpha had paid that much attention to you. “I see them around from time to time.” You answered Deaton as he turned back around with the book in his hands. “Okay so we all clearly know each other but that doesn’t explain why she’s here?” Stiles asked, not rudely just curiously.
He wasn’t sure why Deaton had just randomly invited this girl from their high school over when they were supposed to be having a meeting about the new supernatural threat in town. “And how did she get all of those old books?” Stiles asked, looking at you with a look as if he was trying to get a read on you. It made you quirk an eyebrow and tilt your head slightly at him, but his gaze didn’t falter.
“I’ll explain everything, if that’s alright with her?” Deaton asked as he sat the book down, looking across the table at you. “I’m not the one you need to be asking.” You answered him as you hopped onto the counter behind you to sit, swinging your legs back and forth. “I’ve already discussed this with your parents, and they are okay with it. It’s up to you now.” Deaton told you with a small smile on his face.
The three boys watched the two of you closely, all of them now sporting curious looks as they listened to you and Deaton talk. Suddenly all those hushed conversations your parents had been having with Deaton made since and you smiled a bit. “Well then go ahead.” You gestured outwards with your hand, granting him the permission to continue.
Deaton smiled back at you before opening the book on the table. “By now you all have come into contact with many supernatural creatures but there has been one hiding under your noses this entire time. A family out by the lake who’ve lived here even before humans did. The Sharpe family. A family of vampires.” Suddenly three pairs of eyes were on you again. “I KNEW VAMPIRES WERE REAL. I TOLD YOU!” Stiles shouted out, pointing a finger at Scott and Isaac who just stared at you in shock as you waved at them.
“So, you’re a-” Isaac started as he looked at you. “Vampire.” Scott finished and the smile was back on his face which you returned. Deaton then went on to explain why and how your family stayed in hiding for so long. He explained how Vampires and Werewolves were extremely similar, even Vampires are affected by the Full Moon.
It’s the only time you have the need to hunt. While Deaton was telling them what they needed to know about you and your kind you relaxed and allowed yourself to expose your scent, something you usually didn’t do unless you were at home. You knew the moment it hit Scott and Isaac’s senses because they immediately turned back towards you.
Deaton smiled at you again as he knew what you had done, and you sent him a grin. “So that’s what a vampire smells like?” Isaac asked as he inhaled deeply and began walking closer to you. “What’s it smell like, Isaac?” Deaton asked as he watched Isaac step closer to you and so did you, keeping your eyes on the tall blonde as he made his way closer.
“Pine... Vanilla... And-” He scrunched his nose up a bit as he finally stood a few inches away from you. “Death.” He turned towards Deaton and Scott as if to make sure that was right and they both nodded, as did you. Stiles made a weird face and shook his head. “I’m sorry did you say death?” All of you just nodded at him. “And that’s pleasant?” He asked in disbelief, Isaac and Scott shrugging their shoulders in response.
“It’s not unpleasant.” Isaac said as he turned towards you again and smiled. With how close he was to you it made a slight heat rise to your cheeks making you turn your head away from him. “Lydia kind of smells like death too.” Scott stated and Stiles face just scrunched up more as he leaned against the table to process what he had just been told.
Isaac moved a few steps to the side of you, but he didn’t go back to where he was before as Deaton continued to tell them about vampires and your family’s history in Beacon Hills. When Deaton was done with everything, he felt he needed to tell them Stiles looked over at you. “Could you show us?” He said quickly. “Wait shit sorry that’s probably rude um... You don’t have to, but could you show us?”
You laughed a bit at the spastic boy in front of you and hopped off of the table you had been sat on. “Sure.” You smiled at him as you slipped your jacket off and laid it where you had just been sitting. You closed your eyes and opened them back up to reveal the bright yellow of a young Vampire. They would turn red once you turned 21, something Deaton had explained to the boys so seeing your yellow eyes only confirmed that you were young like the 3 of them.
You then opened your mouth to reveal your fangs as your ears grew into a point. “That’s really all that I can show you, though everything else is pretty similar to werewolves. We also have the increased strength, speed and healing and our senses are extremely heightened, like yours.” You said, gesturing towards Scott and Isaac.
“And.. Uh.. What about sunlight? Cause I’ve definitely seen you outside of school and you weren’t spontaneously catching on fire.” Stiles asked you, still looking at you curiously. You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at his question even if it was a valid one. “Sunlight does affect us but...” You said as you lifted your left hand and gestured to the ring on your finger. “My family and I have these. Their called daylight rings, they protect vampires from the sun.” You told him, putting your hand back down.
Stiles went to speak again but you stopped him, already guessing what his next questions would be. “Garlic is a myth. Holy water burns. Crucifixes do nothing. Stake through the heart or fire is the only way to kill us. No, I do not sleep in a coffin. And no, I don’t feed on humans. Does that answer all your next questions?” You asked Stiles with a curious eyebrow raised.
He looked at you shocked for a minute before he nodded his head quickly. “Uh yes, yeah I think that about covers it.” He said as he leaned back against the table once more. “So, if you don’t feed on humans how do you get blood?” Isaac asked curiously from beside you.
“My dad is a doctor, and my mom is a mortician so lots of blood bags and animal blood.” You answered him, shrugging your shoulders a bit. Feeding on humans was what most vampires did but you and your family weren’t like most vampires. You preferred to live peacefully amongst humans and other supernatural creatures, it had been that way for centuries.
“Well, Y/N, it’s really great to officially meet you.” Scott grinned at you. “It’s great to meet you all too. I have to admit I’ve wanted to talk to you guys and help out for a long time.” You told them with a smile. “I understand why you couldn’t, your family’s secret is important. We’d love to have you help us.” Scott said, the sweet smile not leaving his face. And for the first time since you had entered the room Stiles smiled at you too.
“Welcome to the fight, Y/N.” He said to you, giving you a little salute. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” Deaton smiled at the four of you, grabbing the books you had brought to him. You spent the next few hours at the clinic skimming through the old books and discussing the threat they were currently facing.
It was around midnight when the five of you exited the building. It had stopped raining now, leaving behind a slight chill still in the air and puddles on the ground. You would always love the smell that came after it had rained. After saying your goodbyes to them, you started walking towards your car, the bag you had brought now much lighter as you grabbed your keys from it. Deaton had asked to keep the books so he could read through them completely.
“Hey Y/N.” Scott said, walking over to you. “Yeah?” You asked, turning around to face the alpha. “We’re having a pack meeting tomorrow at Stiles after school if you wanna come?” He asked you with a smile. Stiles and Isaac were stood behind him, leaning against Stiles’ Jeep as they waited for you answer. “I’d love to.” You smiled back at him. “Great, see you tomorrow.” Scott grinned at you before he walked over to the passenger side of Stiles Jeep.
“Bye guys, be safe.” You told them all with a smile and a wave before getting into your car. You drove back home that night with the biggest grin on your face. You were finally getting to be friends with people who were more like you and that was something you had wanted more than anything. You were excited for tomorrow and to see where this new adventure would take you.
author's note: there's no specific pairing in this series, this is simply just me wanting to explore if vampires had been in teen wolf. enjoy!
From the moment the teens learned about the existence of supernatural creatures they wondered if vampires existed too. The McCall pack always wondered when, or if, they would run into one. Turns out there had been one living under their noses the entire time...
general series warnings: angst, violence, supernatural creatures, mentions of blood, murder, death, etc-, fluff, maybe some smut, vampire!reader (every chapter will have its own warnings as well)
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
maybe more...
DO NOT post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise!
Again didn't change much on this- same photos besides the black jeep and Stiles' jeep, different font, different editing style and of course different chapter thing and page breaker- used a lyric from the song 'Seven Devils' by Florence and The Machine.
Author's Note: Um.. Hi- I know I said months ago I was gonna work on this after I had posted the prologue and I did! Half of this was already wrote I just never finished it until today- Sorry about that lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy! DO NOT post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise!
Word count: 2k
Warnings: mentions of death, blood, kidnapping, murder, etc., glowing eyes (part of readers powers), mention of use of powers, angsttttt.
Characters: Steve Rogers - Mentioned; Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Erik Lehnsherr.
series masterlist // marvel masterlist // main masterlist
You had somehow managed to drag the two-hundred pound, six-foot something super soldier from the car to the cell in the place you once called home but what was now just a painful reminder. You sat in a chair outside of his cell, leaning back with your legs propped up on a milk crate as you waited for him to wake up. This was America’s Golden Boy after all, and you knew it wouldn't be long before someone came looking for him.
He eventually started to stir awake making you sit up, leaning your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands as you watched him. He rubbed his forehead where a bruise and a knot were forming, blinking a few times, his eyes adjusting to the light before he looked at you through the glass of the cell.
“Hey, it’s you...” He said, sitting up from the floor and staring at you. You only smirked back at him, returning to your original position in the chair. “Yeah, it’s me.” You told him and he just continued to stare at you. “Are you going to stare at me all day or are you gonna ask me why I kidnapped you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Realization seemed to hit him with your words as he sat up more fully, leaning his back against the wall. “Um... Why'd you kidnap me?” He asked. Did he really have no idea who you were? “I want revenge.” You spoke, standing up and walking towards the cell with your arms crossed. “Revenge on who?” He asked as he stood up and walked closer to where the glass separated the two of you.
“On you. Your team. Shield.” You spat out, both hands clenched into fists, one at your side as the other came up to rest on the glass. “Why?” He asked, stepping closer to the glass to observe you farther. “Because they, you, killed my family.” You stated, walking back over to your chair and sitting down. Well, the people you considered family.
Truth was you had been adopted by a pretty loving family when you were still a baby, no one knew where you came from just that you had been dropped off at the door of an orphanage. Once you turned 13 and your powers started to show, your so-called loving parents were mortified and kicked you, a lonely, confused and apparently mutant 13-year-old out onto the streets.
A man named Erik found you, taking you in and raising you as one of his own. He taught you how to use your powers and made you feel less like an outcast and more like the powerful woman you are today. The powerful woman he raised you to be. But unfortunately, he ran an anti-human mutant group called the Brotherhood which put him on Shield and the Avengers radar.
You had been out the day the Avengers attacked the place in which you stayed. You were so confused when you got back and no one was there until you seen it on the news. “THE AVENGERS HAVE OFFICALLY CAPTURED EVERY MEMBER OF THE BROTHERHOOD.” All but one, you had thought.
You knew there was no way any of your little family would allow themselves to be captured, not without leaving you some kind of message first. They had to all have died during the fight. The thought made you fall to your knees, flames coming out around you as you sobbed, punching the hardwood floor underneath you until your knuckles were bloody and bruised. You made a vow that day that you would avenge your family, even if it killed you.
“Who was your family?” His voice broke you from your thoughts. You whipped your head up to look at him through the glass, jaw clenched tightly as you gestured around the room. “What, you don’t recognize this place?” You asked him. He looked around then, the memories seeming to come back to him before he turned back to look at you.
“Listen, I’m really sorry about your family but they were killing innocent humans. We had to do something.” He stated simply. You rose so quickly from your chair that it toppled over, slamming your fist onto the glass of the cell. “SOME OF THEM WERE INNOCENT!” You screamed angrily at him, eyes beginning to glow a bright ember color as you felt yourself losing control of your emotions.
You had to calm down before your body temperature got too high. Steve stepped back at bit from the glass at your outburst. You sighed loudly and stepped away from the glass, going to lean against the wall on the other side of the room, the coolness of it helping to calm you down a bit.
“Some of them were innocent.” You repeated yourself, looking up to meet his ocean blue eyes. “But I guess that wasn’t something you were worried about when you came here and killed them all.” You let out a laugh as you shook your head at the blonde man. The media always made the Avengers out to be the good guys, ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’, what a bunch of bullshit, you thought.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I really didn’t know...” He said, sitting on the cot that when in his cell. “Of course you didn’t, because you don’t care. You all get an order from your higher ups and go in without even questioning their so-called facts.” You told him, moving away from the wall to pick up the chair that had fallen over, turning it around so you could sit on it backwards.
“Had some of the people that lived here done 'bad' things, yes, but haven’t we all?” You asked the super soldier, making quotations with your fingers when you said bad, cocking your head to the side. It was more of a rhetorical question. You knew he knew that, and that’s why he didn’t say anything.
He just looked at you through the glass of the cell. “I think you and your team have been blurring the lines between what is considered good and bad for a very long time.” You told him simply. “Now...” You clicked your tongue after a few minutes passed by, standing off the chair and walking towards the glass of his cell once more.
“You’re going to sit in there and be a good little soldier until your team inevitably comes to find you.” You spoke, distance closing between you and his cell with each word until you were directly in front of the glass. Your eyes shone their bright ember shade as you looked at the man in the cell with a wicked grin on your face. “And then you’re gonna watch me kill them all. One. By. One.”
**Steve’s POV**
“One. By. One.” Her words echoed around in my mind but all I could do was stare at her as she walked away from me. I knew that someone would come looking for me as soon as I didn’t show up at the Tower in the morning. Hell, Sam would be suspicious once I didn’t show up for our early morning run.
I had to find a way to warn them, let them know I’m okay and give them all the information I have. I don’t know what this woman is fully capable of just yet, but I have hope they can find out. Then at least they can be prepared before they charge in to rescue me. I knew from her words that she wasn’t going to kill me, not yet at least.
If she wanted to, she already would have and that I knew for a fact. That gave me, and my friends, some time to come up with a plan of action. I just had to find a way to contact them... I heard the door to the house close letting me know she had left. I waited a couple of minutes before I started slamming my fist into the glass cell.
It was incredibly strong, but it slowly started to crack, my knuckles and the glass starting to tint red with blood. I kept alternating fists, pausing every few minutes to listen to see if she was coming back before I resumed. The glass wall eventually shattered around me in thousands of tiny pieces as I put my arms up to protect my face. I carefully stepped over what was left of the glass wall and walked towards the exit.
As I walked down the hallways, I realized that yes, I could break out of my cell, something I wasn’t sure if my captor was aware of or not, but there was no way I was getting out of the building. The entire thing was protected from the inside out with things I couldn’t even begin to understand, mostly technology.
I stepped out into the main part of the house, which was just a large living space and kitchen. Though I wasn’t too focused on my surroundings as the only thought on my mind was needing to warn my friends. I began looking all around for a way of communication, checking every cabinet, drawer and surface I could find.
I finally managed to find an old bright red landline phone in one of the kitchen cabinets and silently thanked god that it was still plugged in. I listened again to make sure that I couldn’t hear her coming back before I started dialing Tony’s number. “Pick up, pick up, pick up...” I mumbled out to myself as I listened to the ringing tone. After a few more rings I finally heard the click of the phone being answered and a groggy, “Who is this?” over the line.
I let out a breath of relief before I went to answer him, but that breath had been in vain because I was suddenly surrounded by warmth, as if a fireplace was right behind me. Shit... “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She hissed from behind me. “Hello? Anyone there?” I heard from the phone before it was snatched from my hand, I turned around quickly to look at her just as she melted the phone into liquid. I watched as the bright red melted plastic trickled out of her hand and onto the floor below us, her glowing ember eyes never leaving my face.
Once the phone was gone and her eyes back to normal, she spoke again, her eyes drifting to my bloody knuckles. "It seems I underestimated you, handsome." She confessed with a quiet hum, a small smirk on her face. "That's okay, we live and we learn. Looks like I'm just gonna have to move you to a stronger cell." She stated with a shrug of her shoulders as she grabbed a dish towel and wiped the remaining melted bright red plastic from her hand.
I took this as my chance to speak up to try and hopefully diffuse the situation, perhaps reason with her. “I understand that you are upset about your family, and I am really, truly sorry but killing me and my team? That isn’t going to bring them back.” I told her, trying whatever I could to calm the situation down. I just had to find whatever good was left in her and reason with it.
She didn’t seem at all like the other members of the Brotherhood I had come across. “I know it’s not going to bring them back. And that’s on you, that blood is on your hands.” She retorted angrily, pointing an accusing finger at me. “And that’s why I’m not going to kill you. Death would be merciful compared to what I am going to do to you, Captain.” She spat out.
Her eyes started to glow ember again as she stepped closer to me. I stood my ground and didn’t move, fully prepared for whatever she was going to do to me. She stopped when we were practically chest to chest, and she looked up at me with flames in her eyes and a deathly serious expression on her face. “Like I told you, when your team comes for you, I’m going to kill them in front of you, one by one, slowly, painfully, until there is no one left. And then...”
She smiled sweetly at me, bringing her hand up to move some of my hair out of my face and even though I could see pure hatred for me in her eyes I still flushed pink at the ‘affectionate’ action. The same hand that had moved my hair out of my face came to rest on my chest before she spoke again. “I’m going to let you go.”
Author's Note: This is the prologue to 'I See Fire', I'm gonna work on part 1 tomorrow! Also, Kailee is my name if you didn't know, if your name is any variation of Kailee (pronounced Kay-Lee) then just use another name. Hope you enjoy! I'm really excited for this series 😊 DO NOT post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise!
Word count: 824
Warnings: slight violence, kidnapping, mentions of stealing, I think that's it really?
Characters: Steve Rogers
y/h/l = your hair length
y/h/c = your hair color
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She had been following ‘America’s Golden Boy’ for weeks now waiting for the right moment but it hadn’t come. He was always with someone else. She needed him to be alone for this to work. She hid in the alley, the grey cotton hood of her leather jacket pulled over her head as she watched the tall blonde man walk into the building of his apartment. He was finally alone.
She waited a few minutes before she walked into the apartment building, taking the stairs up to the floor where she knew he lived. She peeked around the corner to see him unlocking his door as she waited patiently. It was too risky to do this out in the open, she had to wait for him to get inside. She had to stick to her plan.
She watched him walk into his apartment and shut the door. She pushed off the wall as she walked towards his door, pulling her hood down and unzipping her jacket. She took a deep breathe, smoothing down her hair and putting on her best innocent smile as she knocked on the door of his apartment.
He answered the door almost immediately, looking down at the girl in front of him with a soft yet curious expression. “Hello, can I help you?” He asked softly. “Yeah um.. My car broke down outside and I was wondering if you could take a look at it? I’ve knocked on so many other doors and everyone’s told me no..” She lied to him, hoping it was believable.
He simply smiled at her, grabbed his brown leather jacket off the coat rack and shut his apartment door. “’Course I can take a look.” He stated as he slid the jacket on and began walking towards the elevator. He pressed the down button as the two waited in silence. “What kinda car is it?” He asked when they stepped into the elevator.
She had to think for a minute. She had thought of an answer to every possible question he might have but not this question. It wasn’t even her car; she had stolen it from the town over, it’s surprisingly easy to get someone to give you their car when you are holding a ball of fire in your hand. “I’m uh, not sure exactly, sorry.” She laughed a bit and he just smiled at her.
“That’s alright.” He told her as they walked outside of his apartment building and down the street a bit where she had left the car. After about 15 minutes of him standing underneath the hood of the car with her standing next to him holding her phone up with the flashlight he finally found the “problem”, earlier she had yanked a few of the spark plugs loose. He simply chuckled when he found them, plugging them back in as he looked over at her.
“Okay, get in the driver’s seat and try to start it.” He stated and she nodded, hopping into the driver’s seat and turning the key over. She got all happy when the car started, hopping out and wrapping her arms around his neck to give him a hug, “thank you, thank you” falling from her lips.
He just chuckled and hugged her back. “Since I fixed your car, I think it’s fair that you at least give me your name, doll.” He smiled at her when they pulled back from the hug. “Kailee.” She told him, holding her hand out in front of her. Of course, that wasn’t her real name, but she couldn’t give him that information. He smiled and took her hand in his, shaking it. “Steve.” He smiled back at her.
“Would you wanna get some dinner with me, Steve?" She asked him, hoping that he said yes otherwise this was going to be much harder than she thought. “I’d love to, Kailee.” He smiled. She let out a sigh of relief, smiling back at him. “Perfect, I know this great Italian place. It's the least I can do since you fixed my car.” She said to him as she got back in the driver’s seat, watching as he rounded the car and got in the passenger seat. Her plan was working.
She smirked to herself as he shut the door and she clicked the button to lock them, looking over at him. “Oh Steve, guess they never taught you not to be fooled by a pretty face, huh?” She mockingly said as she turned to him. He raised his eyebrows at her, “Wha-?” He started but was cut off when she grabbed the back of his head, slamming his face down against the dash of the car to knock him out.
She let out a loud sigh, rolling her shoulders and carding her fingers through her y/h/l y/h/c locks. “I’m so glad I don’t have to play the damsel in distress anymore.” She took one last look at the unconscious man beside her before speeding down the road.
Steve Rogers has always been 'America's Golden Boy'. He's always done the things he thought were right. Until he meets her...
general series warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, mentions of blood, murder, death, etc - smut, probably some fluff, hints of stockholm syndrome, villain!reader, mutant!reader, eventually villain!cap (every chapter will have its own warnings as well)
Prologue
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
maybe more...
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Okay I updated the moodboard- it's a very subtle difference because I used the same exact photos and the font is pretty similar to the original one but I did switch the placement of the middle four photos a bit and edited the pictures differently. Anywayyy- I'm gonna reblog the parts to this now and then go work on updating the 'Vampires of Beacon Hills' moodboard and whatnot.
Okay so I wasn't gonna update the moodboards for my two series; 'I See Fire' and 'Vampires of Beacon Hills' but I just realized I made those with a different editor than I use now so I'd be unable to replicate them if I start another series and my OCD ass likes everything to be cohesive so I'm gonna work on new moodboards for them. Same photos and probably a similar style just using the editing software I use now.
Author's Note: So.. I just finished Supernatural a few hours ago. Which- don't even get me started... Anyways, I made the moodboard for this to distract myself and then I started writing and well... here we are. I have read this over but if there's any typos still, please let me know. I did tear up a bit at the end, fair warning- Also for the name of the diner in this I used my Great-Grandparents names, they didn't own a diner, but they did own a bait shop. The name of their waitress is my name, and the waitress from the past is my Mom's middle name (her name is Mary, I thought it'd be weird given the context lol) This is set in 2022, sue me- And it's also spoiler free if you overlook the mention of Jack and the bunker- Hope you enjoy! DO NOT post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise! -gifs are not mine-
Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: Reader is a ghost, typical sibling stuff, a few curse words, typical SPN stuff (murder, ghosts, etc), a bit of fluff, a whole lot of angst, flirty Dean (yes that’s a warning), fluffy/angst ending depending how you look at it.
Characters: young!Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Novak (mentioned), Jack Kline (mentioned)
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The Men of Letters Bunker - Lebanon, Kansas - October 30th, 2022 – 8:30 am
Dean stumbled sleepily into the kitchen of the bunker, his “Dead Guy” robe swaying a bit as he walked. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned as he made his way over to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup and took a sip as he turned around and walked over to sit in front of his brother at the table. “Mornin’, Sammy.” He groggily said to his brother, taking another sip of his coffee afterwards. “Morning, Dean. I uh, I think I found us a case.” Sam replied to him, turning his laptop around to show Dean what he had been reading. “Two Ohio Teen Boys Missing After Going into Abandoned House” was the headline of the article along with a picture of the house and the kids. Dean squinted at the picture of the house, trying to figure out why it looked so damn familiar to him. He skimmed the rest of the article quickly before nodding at Sam. “Alright. Tell Cas and Jack where we’re going and meet in the car in 10.” Dean stood from his seat as he finished his coffee, placing the cup in the sink and patting Sam on the shoulder before making his way to his room to get dressed.
Westerville, Ohio – October 31st – 12:45 am
Dean spent the whole way to Ohio wondering why that house looked so familiar to him. When they finally made their way to the small town, he started to vaguely remember the last time he was here. Though it was hard to figure it out when it was pitch black outside. Dean pulled Baby into a hotel parking lot, turning the key and stepping out of the Impala. “Let's get some sleep, we’ve been on the road for 14 fucking hours.” He said to Sam who nodded and got out. They grabbed their duffels from the trunk and booked a room. They passed out quickly after they flung themselves on the beds.
October 31st – 8:00 am
After they were both showered and in their fed suits, they hopped in Baby and headed towards town. As they were driving through town Dean spotted a place that looked familiar, the sign alone bringing back memories; ‘Joe & Mary’s’. “No freaking way.” Dean chuckled as he pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the family diner and shut the Impala off. Sam turned to Dean with his eyebrows knit together. “Oh, come on, Sammy, really? You don’t remember coming to this joint with Dad on Halloween like 24 years ago.” Dean said to his brother, trying to jog his memory. Sam just shook his head at his brother which made Dean sigh loudly. “He was working a werewolf case. We stopped at this same diner as soon as we got into town. Can’t believe it’s still open.” Dean mused as he took the keys from the engine and stepped out of Baby. He patted the roof before leaning down to look into the car. “What are you waiting on? Let’s go eat.” He grinned at him before walking towards the door of the diner. The two of them sat down in a booth, Sam taking out his tablet so he could start researching the house the boys went missing in.
A waitress named ‘Kailee’ came over to take their order. Sam took the time to ask her about the old house as she poured their coffee. “The old Brickenden house? Oh, it’s been there forever. The mayor won’t tear it down because he says it has ‘historical significance’ or something. Personally though, I think it should be torn down at this point.” The blue-eyed waitress shrugged at the boys. “Is there anything else you can tell us?” Sam asked the woman politely. “Well, I can tell you one thing. Kids have been going up there for decades and none of them have ever went missing. Hell, I went up there a few times when I was a teen. So did my younger brother. It’s super creepy inside but most old houses are, ya know?” She told them and they nodded at her. Sam started to speak before a man from the kitchen yelled over him, “Sis, get back to work!”
The young woman shut her eyes in annoyance. “Sorry, that’s the brother I mentioned. He’s a royal pain in my ass. Anyways, I’ll be back with your order. And if you have any more questions about the house or those kids just let me know.” She smiled politely at the two of them. “Thank you, we really appreciate it.” Sam smiled back at her as she walked away. “I’m going to stick your hand in the fryer if you yell at me like that again.” The two of them could hear her say to her brother as she walked into the kitchen. They both bit back a laugh. Sam started to research the house on his tablet as they waited for their food.
Dean looked around the diner with a smile on his face, remembering the last time he was here. He had flirted with a waitress named Catherine who shot him down within seconds which only made his dad and Sam laugh at him. “So, you really don’t remember?” Dean asked his brother. “I don’t know, Dean.. I mean, maybe..” Sam said, looking up from the tablet to really look around the diner. “Is this where that waitress, uh, Catherine, shot you down?” Sam chuckled a bit as he suddenly remembered. Dean rolled his eyes. “She was just playing hard to get.” Dean stated. “Sure, Dean, whatever you say.” Sam chuckled again, setting the tablet down on the table. “And uh, weren’t we here that year you left me at the motel alone to go to that Halloween party?” Sam asked his brother. “Oh, shut up, you were fine. I left you with pizza and a mountain of candy I stole.” Dean said to Sam which got him an eyeroll in return as Sam picked his tablet back up to continue his research.
Dean called Cas to check in on him and Jack while he waited for his food. Not long after he hung up the phone the dark-haired waitress walked towards their table. “Can I get you guys anything else?” She smiled sweetly at them after placing their food in front of them. “No, thank you.” Sam smiled back at her. “Uh, actually I’ve got a quick question.” Dean said to her, raising his hand up a bit. “Sure.” She turned towards him with a small smile, waiting for him to go on. “Does Catherine still work here by any chance?” He asked with a smile. Sam let out a sigh and mumbled an ‘I’m sorry’ to the young woman, shooting his brother a glare. She just let out a little laugh. “Well, she doesn’t technically work here, she owns the place now. And she’s also my Mom.” She answered Dean with a grin and her hands on her hips. Dean just continued to grin at her. “Well, you certainly got her goods looks, and her attitude.” He winked at her, a sigh coming from the other side of the booth from Sam. “Aw, thanks, pretty boy.” She winked back at him with a grin. “Enjoy your food, guys.” She smiled at the both of them before she walked away again. “Really, Dean?” Sam asked his brother who had started to dig into his food. “What?” Dean asked, mouth full of bacon as he looked at his brother. Sam just shook his head at his brother and started eating his own food.
The Brickenden House – 5:00 pm
After stopping by the police station, talking to more folks around town and going back to the hotel to do further research they decided to head to the house. As they pulled up Dean just stared at the house. He still couldn’t figure out where he recognized it from. The two of them got out of the Impala and walked around to the trunk. They grabbed their shotguns with the rock salt bullets before walking through the front door of the house. Sam pulled the EMF meter out of his pocket as they walked in, pulling the antenna out and flicking the switch to turn it on. The device immediately started warbling in his hand. “Dean, EMF is going crazy.” Sam whispered to his brother as they walked farther into the house. “Dean?” A woman’s voice spoke from behind them. They turned around quickly; shotguns pointed at the girl in front of them. “Y/N?” Dean asked in bewilderment, taking in the young dead girl in front of him. The world seemed to fade out around him as he suddenly remembered this house, that night, and mostly importantly, her...
The Brickenden House - October 31st, 1997 – 10:00 pm
Dean initially felt awful about leaving Sam behind at the motel so he could go to this party. But as he walked into the old, abandoned house filled with kids his own age drinking beer and cheap liquor out of plastic red cups in shitty costumes he didn’t feel as bad. He adjusted the cowboy hat on his head as he shoved his way through the crowd to find where they were keeping the drinks. He grabbed a plastic cup from the table in what used to be the kitchen in this house, filling the cup with some of punch that was in a beverage cooler next to the cups. He took a large drink of it, making a face down at the cup before taking another drink. He grabbed a beer off the table and tucked it into his pocket for later.
He walked out of the kitchen after that and made his way around the house, talking and flirting with people as he did. He had even run into the waitress from the diner, Catherine. She had rejected him, again, her hands on her hips and a grin on her face when she told him for the second time that day, “In your dreams, pretty boy.” It was sometime after midnight when he drunkenly wondered up the old stairs of the house. No one had really dared to step foot up there, too afraid the floor would collapse underneath them, but Dean fought monsters on a daily basis, he wasn’t scared of an old floor falling out from under him. He was at the top of the stairs when he caught a glimpse of someone in one of the rooms.
“Hey there, didn’t think anyone else was brave enough to come up here.” He chuckled as he made his way into the small, dark room with a beer in his hand. The only light was coming from the full moon outside the window that the figure was standing in front of. As Dean got closer, he could tell that the figure was a girl, dressed in what appeared to be a 1920’s flapper costume. The girl turned to him with a confused look on her face. “Who are you?” She asked him, her e/c eyes raking him up and down. “I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.” He smiled at her, holding his hand out for her to shake. She smiled softly at him in return and took his hand in hers, a chill ran up his spine when she did but he was drunk, and it was October so he didn’t think much of it. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” She told him, shaking his hand softly before releasing it.
“I really dig the costume, sweetheart, but I uh, gotta ask, what’re you doing up here all by yourself?” Dean asked as he leaned his shoulder against the wall next to the window. The girl looked down at her dress for a minute before looking back at him. “Um.. Thank you, I think.” She said as she went back to standing in front of the window. “I simply prefer to be alone, is that so bad?” She asked, turning her head to look at him. “No.. No of course not, I totally get it. I came here tonight to get away.” Dean sighed a bit, moving to stand next to the girl and look out the window. “Get away from what?” She asked, not taking her eyes off of him. He turned his head to the side to look at her, getting lost in her eyes for a minute as he thought of what to tell her.
“If I tell you, you’re gonna think I’m crazy.” He huffed out a bit as he turned away from her and slumped against the wall. He sat on the floor, one leg stretched out in front of him and the other bended at the knee. She looked down at him for a moment before moving to sit crisscrossed on the floor beside him. “I promise I won’t.” She told him, still looking over at him, waiting for him to tell her what was on his mind. “My Dad, little brother and I- we- we hunt monsters.” Dean started not daring to look over at the girl beside him. When she didn’t speak or run away, he took that as his sign to keep talking. “We hunt down things like vampires, werewolves, and ghosts. We kill ‘em and we save people, which is great. I just...” He ran a hand through his hair, bringing the beer to his lips to take a swig.
“Need a break?” The girl spoke up from beside him. He turned his head towards her so quickly he made himself a little dizzy in his still drunken state. “Yeah, you get it.” He smiled a bit at her. They spent the next few hours talking about hunting, Halloween, and other random things. Dean had never really had anyone other than Sam that he could talk to about hunting so it was great to finally having someone he could do that with. It was a few hours later when he checked the watch on his wrist and seen it was nearing 4am. He cursed under his breath and turned to the girl he had been talking to for hours. “Hey, I gotta get back before my Dad cause otherwise he’ll kill me for leaving Sammy alone.” Dean laughed a bit as he clumsily got to his feet.
He was still a bit drunk, and he was starting to get pretty tired too. The girl stood up as well, laughing a bit. “I understand, it was very nice talking to you.” She said to him. “I could walk you home, if you want.” Dean mumbled out nervously as he looked down at her. “That’s okay, I’ll be just fine. You just make sure you get back safely to your brother.” She told him with a sweet smile before she leaned forward to gently kiss his cheek. Her lips were cold, probably from the temperature and her choice of clothing, he figured, but very soft. It made a blush rise to his cheeks as she pulled back from him. He looked down at her with a soft smile, taking in the beauty of her.
He couldn’t help but gently place his hand on her cheek, the other moving to her waist as he slowly leaned in to gently kiss her on the lips. She stood still for a moment before she leaned into him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back. That same chill from before ran up his spine but he ignored it, the only feeling that mattered to him right now was her lips on his. He broke away from the kiss a few seconds later and pressed his forehead against hers. “Goodbye, Dean Winchester.” She said sweetly, though Dean could see the tinge of sadness beneath her eyes. “Goodbye, Y/N Y/L/N.” He smiled back at her, kissing her gently on the forehead before he walked out of the room. He turned and took one last look at her before he walked down the stairs, both of them waving to each other.
Joe and Mary’s - Present Day – 5:30 pm
“Dean, are you gonna tell me what the hell happened back there?” Sam questioned his older brother as they walked into the diner and sat in the same booth as they had that morning. After seeing her he had immediately stormed out of the house, Sam following close on his heels trying to figure out what was going on. Dean had no idea how she was there... How she was dead, but he knew one thing; he blamed himself. Maybe if he hadn’t left her alone that night. “I’d rather not. Can we just eat and research like we normally do? Please?” Dean was willing to beg at this point if Sam would just leave the subject alone. “Alright, fine.” Sam gave in with a sigh just as the waitress, Kailee, walked over to them to take their order for the second time that day. “Hey guys, welcome back.” She smiled at them and took their orders. A few minutes after she left Sam spoke up. “Okay, so, I looked into that house some more.” Sam said to Dean to get his attention. “Alright, anything weird happen there? Any deaths?” Dean asked as he held his hands together on the table. “Uh, yeah, quite a few actually.” Sam answered his brother as he handed him the tablet to read.
Victor Brickenden (1784)
Anastasia Brickenden (1790)
Theo Brickenden (1798)
Isabelle Brickenden (1799)
Amelia Donovan (1829)
Connor Dunkley (1856)
Edward Calderon (1859)
Olive Lambert (1877)
Tabatha Schofield (1884)
Alison Dawe (1901)
Amarah Cantrell (1909)
Seraphina O'Connor (1913)
Ezra Pierson (1917)
Y/N Y/L/N (1922)
Cordelia Mcleod (1928)
Harley O'Quinn (1935)
Elizabeth Wainwright (1941)
Melody Stout (1953)
Sky Nolan (1957)
Juan Bohner (1969)
Eden Ward (1974)
Alexander Ward (1974)
Elijah Ward (1974)
“Looks like the house was built and lived in by the Brickenden family until they all passed. Then the house was taken by the state after Eden, Alexander Ward and their 5-year-old son were found brutally murdered in the house in 1974, they never figured out who did it.” Sam told Dean but his voice had started to fade out as his mind started to go into a frenzy the moment he had seen her name. Maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe she just had the same name as the girl he had known, that had to be it. Sam was still talking to him about the history of the house when Dean opened a new tab to search her name.
The only thing that came up besides the abandoned house history was death records for her and a news article from Halloween 1922. “Ohio Girl Found Murdered In Family Home”- Dean clicked on the article to read it. It explained that the girls' mother woke that morning to find her daughter had been stabbed to death in the living room while the family was sleeping. She had been sneaking in from a Halloween party. Of course, the case was never solved but it was chalked up to be a robbery turned murder. A wrong place, wrong time situation. He scrolled farther down the page, stumbling upon a picture of the girl.
“Oh my god.” Dean voiced out loud, sitting up straighter in the booth as he stared at the picture on the screen. “Dean? What is it?” Sam asked, concern laced in his voice. Dean looked up from the screen at his brother with wide eyes, he had completely forgotten Sam was even there. He handed the tablet back to his brother, leaning forward a bit to tap on the picture frantically. “That’s her.” Dean stated as he leaned back in his seat again. Sam took a minute to look at the picture and the article before looking at his brother confused. It was the same girl they had seen at the house, but something didn’t make sense.
“Dean, how could you possibly know a girl that died in 1922?” Sam asked him, locking the tablet and laying it on the table. “Hell if I know.” Dean shrugged his shoulders. “But I do, Sammy, I swear.” He told him. He wouldn’t lie about something like this, and he knew Sam knew that. “Okay, say you do know her, Dean. How? When did you meet her?” Sam asked him. “That party I went to-” “That you ditched me for.” “Shut up, that party I went to, it was at that house. I couldn’t figure out why it looked so damn familiar to me at first.” Dean started as Sam looked at him with his eyebrows still knit together, waiting for his brother to get to the point. “I met her there. I.. I spent almost the whole night with her.” Dean admitted to his brother, leaning further back into the booth.
The confused look still remained on Sam’s face. “How did you not figure out she was a ghost?” Sam asked, visibly confused by what his brother was telling him. “Dude, it was fucking October in Ohio. It was cold out.” Dean argued back. “And, well, she could hold things, touch things. Touch me.” Dean told him, a sort of embarrassed look on his face when he admitted it out loud. “Touch you?” Sam asked with a curious eyebrow raised. Dean’s eyes widened when he realized what his brother was thinking. “I didn’t screw a ghost!” Dean recoiled loudly, leaning forward in his seat quickly. The few people in the diner turned to look at the brothers in bewilderment for a moment before going back to what they were doing. Sam couldn’t help the laugh that came out of him at the situation.
Meanwhile Dean just closed his eyes and shook his head at himself for not saying that quieter. “Okay so you didn’t... do the "monster mash" with Casper the friendly ghost, where’d she touch you?” Sam asked, his laughter slowly dying out. Dean stared at his brother with a blank, angry look on his face and shook his head at him. “Just normal places, man, it was all PG... and I might have kissed her.” He said the last part quieter, hoping Sam didn’t catch it but knowing he did. “What was that?” Sam grinned at him, cupping his hand around his ear as he turned his head towards his older brother.
“I kissed her, alright, you happy?” Dean grumbled at his brother as the dark-haired waitress came back with their food. After the waitress left, they talked about the case and what they were going to do. They could either go and dig up 23 graves and burn all their bones right now or, they could go back to the house to try and figure out what spirit was doing this. They decided on the latter as that was much less work. After they finished eating and paid their bill they got back into the Impala and drove towards the house.
The Brickenden House – 7:45 pm
Shotguns in one hand, flashlights in the other they made their way into the house. “Dean, do you think it could be her?” Sam asked his brother as they walked into the living room. Dean hadn’t wanted to think about that, of the possibility that the once sweet girl he had known, even if she was a ghost, was now a vengeful spirit attacking kids. “I dunno, man. I hope not.” He answered Sam as they continued walking around the house. They searched the whole downstairs before looking at the rickety staircase. “It’s probably safe.” Dean shrugged as he stepped onto the stairs, wincing a bit when they made a loud creaking sound, but they surprisingly didn’t crack. “See, it’s fine.” Dean gave Sam a tight-lipped smile as he slowly made his way up the stairs, Sam a few steps behind him.
As they reached the top of the stairs Dean could see a figure standing in one of the rooms. He wordlessly signaled to Sam there was something up there and they quietly made their way into the room. The figure turned to face them, confusion on her face before her eyes settled on Dean. “Y/N...” Dean said softly though he still kept his shotgun pointed at her. “Dean...” She smiled softly, sadly, at him. “Are you the one who took those kids?” Sam asked bluntly, walking closer to the girl. “What? No, of course not!” She answered him quickly, her eyes flicking from Sam to Dean. The boys relaxed a bit and pointed their shotguns down.
The girl let out a small sigh of relief, her eyes flitting back over to Dean. “Do you know who took them?” Sam asked her, her gaze turning back towards him. “I do, I was planning to tell you before you two ran out of here earlier.” She said as she walked closer towards them. “Who is it?” Dean asked, finally able to find his voice. “Alexander. He wasn’t murdered, he killed his family and then himself. I was here...” She trailed off, her gaze flicking to the ground. “There was nothing I could do.” She said sadly as she looked back at the two of them. “Okay but if he’s been dead since ‘74 why is he just now attacking people?” Sam asked her.
“Because I’m too weak to stop him now. I tried to stop him from hurting those boys...” She admitted to them, walking over to the window. The moonlight shone in allowing them to really see her. She was starting to fade away. “I don’t suppose you know where he’s buried?” Dean asked, looking over at her. “I don’t, I’m sorry. But when I was alive there was only two graveyards, I’d say it’s still the same.” She told him, the smile he remembered so fondly was gone from her face. “What about the boys' bodies? Where are they?” Sam asked her. “In the basement...” She answered him, sadness in her voice. “And what about you, where were you buried?” Sam asked curiously. “If you tell us we can burn your bones too, set you free from here.” Dean added, looking at her with sadness in his eyes. “Westerville Catholic Cemetery.” She told them, her eyes flicking too somewhere behind them.
“Now, go, get out of here. I’ll hold him off.” She spoke quickly as she disappeared from the room. They figured him was Alexander and they took off out the door, down the stairs, outside and into the Impala. “Alright, see if you can find what cemetery they buried him at online.” Dean said as he pulled out onto the road. Sam just nodded at him as he started searching it on his phone. While Sam figured out what cemetery Dean called the police station to let them know where to find the bodies of the missing boys. Sam was able to figure out that both Y/N and Alexander were buried at the same place. “Aha! We never get that lucky. That’s great!” Dean said as they headed towards the cemetery.
Westerville Catholic Cemetery — 8:30 pm
“Alright, let’s take care of Alexander first.” Sam said as they pulled into the cemetery and looked for the headstone with his name on it. After finding it they got to work on digging up the grave. A moment after Dean dropped the matches into the casket the air around them seemed to shockingly get colder. “You boys did it.” Her voice spoke from behind them. They both turned around with smiles on their faces. “We couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you.” Sam said still smiling at her. “Now, let’s get you to Heaven, sweetheart.” Dean told her with a smile as well, grabbing the shovel from the ground. Sam did the same and they allowed her to lead them to her grave.
“This is it.” She said, placing her hand on the old headstone. As Sam started digging, her and Dean walked over to a bench to sit and talk. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you then, I just didn’t know how.” She said after a few minutes of silence had passed them by. “I don’t blame ya, I told you my family kills ghosts, that would’ve scared me too.” Dean laughed a little bit, thinking back to what he had said that night he met her. She laughed a little bit too and it helped ease Dean’s mind.
“What happened, the night you died?” Dean asked quietly, looking over at her. “I had just turned 18 and I decided to be a little rebellious and sneak out of the house, go to a Halloween party-” She laughed a little bit at that given the circumstances of how they met. “When I came back home there was a man in my living room, he was stealing, of course. But he had no mask on, so I saw him. He knew there was no going back after that, so he charged me and killed me.” She told him, looking over to see his reaction. “I’m so sorry...” Dean said, looking at her sadly. “How did you not go vengeful?” He asked. He couldn’t stop the question before it came out of his mouth. “I’m really not sure... I was really angry for a while but eventually I just realized that anger was pointless. There was nothing I could do now so why be angry about something that I can’t change?” She shrugged her shoulders a little bit, watching as Sam continued to dig up her casket.
Dean chuckled a bit from beside her. “Huh, I wish every ghost was like you.” He admitted to her. “It’d certainly make your job, easier, hm?” She turned her head to smile at him. He grinned back at her just as Sam spoke up. “Alright, you ready?” He said, getting out of the grave and looking over at the two of them. They both stood up and made their way over to him. Dean picked up the salt and sprinkled it onto the girls' bones and Sam grabbed the box of matches. “Before we do this I really just wanna say thank you, again. We seriously couldn’t have done it without you.” Sam smiled softly at her. “Seriously, thank you, sweetheart.” Dean added with a smile as well.
“It was no problem. Thank you both, for freeing me.” She smiled at them both before walking over to Dean. She leaned up and kissed him on his cheek and he smiled softly down at her. He could make out the sound of Sam striking the matches beside them. “Goodbye, Dean Winchester.” She smiled sweetly at him, the same way she had 24 years ago. Dean smiled back at her and leaned forward to kiss her forehead just as Sam threw the matches in her casket. “Goodbye, Y/N Y/L/N.” He leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as her soul went up in flames and when he opened his eyes she was gone.
Another one I've updated the header image to- this is also just one of my favorite fics I've ever written tbh. I mentioned in the author's note on it when I wrote it but after I finished SPN I wrote this in a complete and total haze because I couldn't sleep after the final episode and this idea just came to me. Still love it almost 4 years later.
(Author's Note: This is one of my old fics from Wattpad. I edited some of it but some of it I just left as is. It's a song fic so listen to the song below while reading.)
Song: 'See You Again' by Wiz Khalifa ft Charlie Puth
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Angst, fluff, and more angst (also the gif of Pietro dying at the end.)
It's been a long day without you, my friend. And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again.
He was gone. The love of your life, your other half, your soulmate. You weren't sure how to react, so you locked yourself in your room. You pulled the box of your belongings out from underneath the bed, grabbing the slightly damaged photo album before sitting on the bed, legs crossed as you laid the photo album down and opened it with shaky hands. You looked through pictures you had taken back in Sokovia, before everything happened, flipping through the pages as tears rolled down your cheeks. You were wearing one of his shirts, the faint smell of his cologne still lingering on it. You watched as a tear fell onto the photo of when you and him had first met, remembering that day with a sad smile on your face.
We've come a long way from where we began.
You were studying abroad in Sokovia. You had just arrived and were walking along the streets, smiling; you were happy to be here. You stayed silent, you weren't fluent in Sokovian and you didn't want to make a fool out of yourself. You rounded the corner to see a dark-haired woman and a blonde? No, silver-haired man next to her. It looked like he was handing medicine to a man. You stopped at a little street store and listened as they spoke in English to one another. You could tell that the silver-haired man was a local, so was the girl. He held up a ball to a blonde-haired woman and told her; "This is for your brother". She gave him a small smile and then he held up a very skimpy, silver colored dress. "And this is not for your brother." She mumbled something you couldn't hear when the dark-haired girl walked by, "Is every girl in Sokovia getting a dress? At least that one looks warm." She said and he chased after her. They had a conversation you couldn't hear and then he hugged her and they walked back towards you. You started looking at the beautiful necklaces that the street stores were selling. "That one would look very pretty with your eyes, krasivaya (beautiful)." The man from earlier spoke, pointing to a (your birth stone) necklace. You looked at him and smiled, deciding to purchase the necklace. You started to leave when he stopped you. "Wait, what is your name?" He asked and you smiled. "My name is Y/N, kak naschet tebya? (How about you?)" You said and he smiled brightly; "I'm Pietro."
The good things we've been through, That I'll be standing right here talking to you,'Bout another path, I know we loved to hit the road and laugh.
A few weeks after meeting Pietro, he asked you out on a date. He told you to dress casually, but since you wanted to look nice you wore a royal blue dress and black flats. It was casual, yet cute. He told you he would pick you up at 3pm and it was currently 2:45. You fixed your hair, applied lip gloss to your over lips and grabbed your purse. At exactly 3pm, you heard a knock on your door. Pietro was wearing a simple royal blue shirt, blue jeans and the Adidas shoes he always wore. He was holding a bouquet of y/f/f (favorite flower) in his hands as he smiled at you from behind them. "Hello porumbelul meu, shall we go?" He cheerily spoke as he stepped by you and into your small apartment, looking around. The nickname made you raise an eyebrow; he had never called you that before and although you were getting better with the language you didn’t recognize that. “Of course, um, what did you call me though” You asked as you moved to put the flowers in a vase. “It means ‘my dove’.” He gave you that bright smile from where he was still standing at your door. “Oh.. That's cute.” You smiled as you sat the flowers on your table and then both headed out. He had setup a beautiful picnic, away from the busy life of the city. You two spent the whole day together. It was full of laughs, sweet glances and deep conversations. When it got dark, you both laid next to each other and looked at the stars. It was silent for a while, until he spoke up. "Y/N, ty budesh' moyey devushkoy? (Will you be my girlfriend?)" He said it quietly, leaning on his side with his head propped up on his elbow as he looked at you. You thought for a moment, trying to figure out what he said and then you blushed, "Konechno ya budu Pietro. (Of course I will)" He smiled and leaned in; kissing you sweetly.
How can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?, Everything I went through you were standing there by my side.
You and Pietro had been dating for a few months and you had gotten very close to Wanda as well. One day, you got a call from your mother telling you that your grandma had passed away. You were supposed to see Pietro that day, but you were too shaken up to see anyone. You didn't even get to say goodbye to her, you weren't even there. Pietro had come to your apartment and found you curled in a ball, clinging to a stuffed (favorite animal) and crying your eyes out. He didn't know what to do besides take you in his arms and hold you, softly rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head. When you eventually calmed down, you told him what happened and you both started talking. You weren't close with your mother because she left when you were young and your father had passed away a few years ago. You didn't have allot of family already, and now the person who practically raised you was gone. Pietro and Wanda were basically all you had. And you were basically all they had as well. Your own little beaten and bruised family. But it was enough for all of you. You had found a home in one another.
So let the light guide your way, yeah, Hold every memory as you go, And every road you take, will always lead you home, home, It's been a long day without you, my friend.
Sokovia was falling apart, piece by piece. A strange metal man floated in the sky and started speaking. You didn't hear what he was saying because there was already so much noise. Sokovia was floating, people were running and screaming, and the Avengers were fighting. Pietro and Wanda had left a few days ago and joined the fight. You were trying to get to safety, to get to one of the life boats but you had to block falling debris, gun shots and everything else, but you failed and a large piece of debris landed on your left leg. A man dressed in red, white and blue approached you, throwing the piece of debris off of you. You realized then that it was Captain America. "Are you okay ma'am?" He asked you and you shook your head. "No, no my leg is hurt." He nodded and picked you up effortlessly, carrying you to the new life boat and sitting you down. You noticed that this was the last boat. You sat there, watching all the people, watching your dear Pietro. You heard a woman screaming and looked over; her child was trapped under a piece of debris. A man with a bow and arrow turned around, running to the boy just as a jet was approaching; rapidly shooting bullets. The man used himself as a shield to protect the boy and you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to witness death as you had seen enough of it on this day. You expected the mother to begin screaming, but everything was silent so you opened your eyes. Standing there was your beloved Pietro, multiple bullet holes littering his body, blood starting to seep through his shirt and as he fell to the ground you let out a deafening scream. Despite your leg, you ran to him, holding him in your arms. It didn't last long though because eventually you were brought back to the lifeboat, along with Pietro. You quickly rushed back to his lifeless body, laying your head on his chest and holding onto his bloody shirt as you cried your eyes out. Your love was gone...
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..
You wiped away your tears with the sleeve of his shirt, you closed the photo album and placed it back on your nightstand. You were lucky that you were able to salvage it at all, almost everything else had been lost. Wanda had insisted that you moved to New York while Sokovia was being reconstructed, so you did. You wiped your eyes again as the door to your room opened, Wanda walking in. "Y/N.." She mumbled and walked over to you. You didn't say anything and you didn't have to, she already knew. She came over and hugged you tightly as you cried into her shoulder. You both didn't say a word, just cried together. There was nothing to say. He was gone. Her brother. Your love. Wanda eventually left you to sleep, but you couldn't. You went to the roof and laid there, looking up at the stars. A star twinkled and you smiled to yourself.
Author's Note: This is EXTREMELY LONG so I am sorry about that, it's worth it though I promise. Also I haven't had the chance to proofread this yet since it's 7:30 am and I should've been in bed hours ago but I really wanted to finish this and get it posted, I will go back and fix any mistakes there might be later.
Prompt #30 from here; you’re drunk, with your lover, you stumble into an empty room together, laughing loudly, while drinking champagne, straight from the bottle. you wrap your hands around your lover’s neck, taking another sip of the champagne. you lock eyes, and start kissing each other passionately. you drop the champagne bottle on the ground, because the world is spinning, and you don’t know what you’re doing, and you’re so wrapped up in your lover, and so out of it, all you can think about is how good it feels to kiss them
Word count: 12k (y'all aren't ready)
Warnings: NSFW, adult language, mentions of drinking, jealous!Bucky, mentions of blood, fingering, dom!Bucky, sub!Reader, choking, some fluff and two idiots in love at the end.
If it’s in italics and *asterisks*, it’s the reader’s thoughts.
If it’s in bold, italics and *asterisks*, it’s the characters thoughts.
everyone knows this but y/n = your name
y/s/n = your siblings name
h/c = hair color
e/c = eye color
y/f/c = your favorite drink
y/f/c = your favorite color
y/f/m = your favorite movie
You groaned, shoving your face into your pillow as the sunlight peeked in through the sheer white curtains. You laid there for a few minutes before you realized the sun wasn’t gonna go away no matter how much you tried to will it to and rolled over onto your back. You closed your eyes and rubbed the sleep off your face with your hands, laying them at your sides when you were done. It was then that you realized the spot beside you in the large bed was empty. You could have sworn Bucky was lying beside you when you fell asleep last night. You raised an eyebrow and sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the mattress and standing up. Your thoughts starting to run rampant as you approached the door of the bedroom, swinging it open. The wooden floors of the main part of the hotel room felt like ice under your bare feet but you were on a mission. You had to find Bucky, especially if you had done something to upset him last night. The two of you did get pretty drunk before you passed out last night. You turned the corner of the hallway into the opening of where the open concept living room, kitchen and dining space were and saw Bucky’s large body sprawled among the small, plush couch, a pillow from the bed behind his head and a blanket he must have found in the linen closet draped over his body. You stood there for a minute, all of your negative thoughts drifting away as you watched the slow rise and fall of Bucky’s chest, his mouth open just a little bit as soft snores came out. *Damn it’s hard to be mad at you when you’re so damn cute Barnes.* You decided it was probably best to just let him sleep as you turned back around, heading back to the bedroom, even if you were mad and confused at him for sleeping on the couch and not in the bed... with you. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shut the bedroom door, walking over to the bed to grab your phone and check your text messages. Your phone sprung to life and you took a quick glance at the time, 10:30 AM, letting out a content sigh when you seen it was still fairly early. You then started looking at the assortment of notifications on the lock screen, the photo of a beach sunset you had set as your lock screen almost completely covered by the number of notifications.
After replying to your friends and your mom, you opened the message from the ‘Unknown Number’. Quickly realizing who it was from the pet name, you changed his contact name and sent him a text back.
You raised an eyebrow at his response before he sent a picture of you, wearing the simple black swimsuit you bought for the trip and Bucky’s white button up which had been unworn since he debated between it and the t-shirt yesterday, deciding on the t-shirt after he asked what you thought. The text from Sebastian now long forgotten as the memories of the night before started to come back to you.
-Last Night-
“Whatever you say, doll.” Bucky said, handing you your glass again. He poured his own drink, adding a good bit of the Asgardian liquor to it. You thanked him, taking a swig before setting it back onto the coffee table to take your shoes off. “When you were over there talking to that old guy, Logan came over to me.” You said, untying one of the bows that kept your sandals on your feet. Bucky felt his jaw clench and now he felt guilty for leaving your side earlier, even if you had reassured him multiple times that you had your brother/sister and you would be fine. Bucky stayed silent, waiting for you to continue even though he was already fighting the urge to go beat your ex’s door down for even approaching you. *But you had had your brother/sister with you so that’s something I guess.. At least you weren’t alone.* He was broken from his thoughts when you spoke again, taking your sandals off, grabbing the glass off the coffee table and leaning back on the couch. “Y/S/N had left to go talk to their partner and he just walked over to me, he didn’t say anything... Just stared at me like I was a ghost or some shit.” You said, downing the rest of the liquid in the glass and setting it back down, looking over at Bucky. The wrinkle in his forehead prominent, his jaw clenched tightly as he listened to you, the glass of whiskey in his right hand unmoving. Bucky was now furious, at your ex and at himself. *I should’ve never left her damn side..* “I couldn’t take the weird silence as he stared at me so I just said ‘Surprise...’ and walked away to go find you.” You laughed out as you looked at Bucky, his face relaxing a little bit as he let out a small laugh. He was still mad but your ex hadn’t given him a reason to kick his ass. *Well at least not yet...* “But I guess if I were in his shoes, I would probably react the same way.” You laughed again, trying to get comfortable on the couch in your dress without completely flashing Bucky in the process. “Why’s that?” Bucky asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he raised an eyebrow, watching you readjust yourself on the small couch. You finally got comfortable with your legs folded up on the couch, your right side pressed against it, your right arm resting on the top of the couch. “Well because we haven’t seen each other since I caught him cheating on me with Arabella, his now wife. And that was-” You thought for a minute, trying to figure out exactly how long it had been. “Almost 3 years ago now.” You finished; your elbow now resting on the back of the couch as you brought your hand up to lean your head on it. “Wait... Isn't that how long ago you joined Shield?” Bucky asked before he finished his drink, setting the now empty glass on the coffee table next to yours. If there was one thing Bucky prided himself on it was that he was a good listener. He knew quite a bit about you just from being around you when you were talking, he also knew a lot from Steve. If Bucky didn’t know any better, he would think Steve was in love with you. Not that he would blame him if he was, especially as he sat next to you in the small hotel room, how could anyone not be in love with you? But the truth of it was that you just had this way with people that in Bucky, and really the whole teams' eyes, was unlike anyone else. Afterall, that’s part of the reason Fury put you on the Avengers team. In just 3 months of you living in the tower you had made friends with everyone, even Loki. Bucky swore you had to be an Angel, at least until he saw you angry and then he wasn’t as sure but you were just... Amazing. There were no other words that could describe you, simply put you were just amazing. Too amazing for someone like him. “Yeah, yeah it was.” You laughed a little. “Then I can imagine his shock.” Bucky laughed out, the Asgardian liquor was starting to kick in and he was slowly letting his inhibitions go, even more so than when you were on the plane. He hadn’t been as comfortable around you then. But now here the two of you were, both drunk and sitting so close to each other on the small couch that
Bucky could feel the heat that radiated off your body. It just felt different this time than earlier, it was easier, natural even as the two of you carried on your conversation. “And why’s that?” You asked as you laughed a little, a smirk on your lips as you raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, if I were him-” He paused for a minute, looking at you before speaking again, “although I would never, ever cheat on you-” You had no control over the blush that crept onto your skin at his words, praying that he wouldn’t notice. He didn’t seem to as he opened his mouth to continue with what he was saying. “I’d be in a state of shock too if my super-hot ex, who ran off to become a badass super spy, came to my wedding looking like you did tonight.” He said, eyes not looking away from yours as he spoke. You knew he was drunk but with the way he was looking at you right now and the words he spoke it just made you want to jump his bones right then and there on the couch. But you refrained, letting out a little laugh and looking away from him to look at the bottle of whiskey on the table, an idea popping in your head. “Hey... do you wanna go swimming?” You asked, standing up off the couch. In all honesty you were going with or without him, you desperately needed to cool off. “Sure.” He said, standing with you. “Lemme just go get changed and we can go.” You said and walked off to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and locked it, sitting on the side of the tub for a minute to collect your thoughts. *What was that out there??? Did he call me super-hot? Did he say he would never cheat on me? Does he.. Does he like me?* You shook your head at the thought, standing up from the tub and walking over to your suitcase. *Of course he doesn’t like me, he’s just being nice.* You opened your suitcase, taking out the black swimsuit before stripping out of your dress. Meanwhile, Bucky walked to the bedroom to change as well, taking a seat on the bed after he shut the door. “Oh my god you idiot.. Why would you say that?” He mumbled to himself, his head in his hands as he shook his head. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” He mumbled, pulling his head out of his hands and standing up, stripping his clothes off to change into his swim trunks, pulling a hoodie on afterwards. He walked back over to his suitcase, shuffling through it until his hand felt the coolness of the metal, insulated ‘water’ bottle inside. It was more Asgardian liquor that he ‘borrowed’ from Loki. He twisted the cap off, taking a large swig of it and wincing a little at the strong taste and the burn in his throat. He put the bottle back in his suitcase, shutting the top but not zipping it as he left the bedroom to see you waiting for him in the living room. You only had on a plain black swimsuit as you turned to face him, the bottle of whiskey in your hand. “You ready?” You asked, waving the bottle at him. He looked at you for a minute. “You’re gonna get cold.” He stated simply, ignoring the blush on his face as he took in your body in the bikini. *Man, that doesn’t leave very little to the imagination...* You giggled at his concern and shook your head. “I’ll be fine Buck, let’s go.” You said, turning towards the door. “No. Wait there, I’ll be back.” He said, stopping you before you could open the door, the commanding tone in his voice making you completely stop in your tracks as you turned back around to face him, standing there silently. He nodded, looking at you for a second to make sure you weren’t gonna run off or worse, attack him before quickly walking off to the bedroom. He came back a minute later, a white button down in his hand as he walked over to you. “I uh don’t have a jacket but this should work.” He mumbled, handing it to you as he rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. You looked up at him for a minute, studying his face for a second before taking the shirt from him, resting it in the crook of your arm for now. You were still too warm, especially now with how close he was standing to you. “Thanks..” You mumbled out, turning away from him to walk to the door,
opening it and walking out, him following silently behind you. You waited for Bucky as he closed the door and then you both were walking barefoot down to the beach, passing the bottle of whiskey back and forth silently as you did so. Once your feet touched the coolness of the sand you felt more at ease, sighing contently as Bucky stood next to you, taking his hoodie off and sitting it on one of the lounge chairs. You followed suit dropping the white button up down beside his hoodie as you both walked off towards the ocean, the full moon illuminating the night sky. You walked into the cool water first, Bucky stood at the shore as he watched you, a smile making its way to his face as he took a swig from the whiskey bottle. You looked beautiful like this, content and at peace as you danced around happily in the ocean, the water barely reaching your knees. You stopped your little dance when you realized Bucky was still standing on the beach. You motioned for him to join you, shouting at him from the water. “Come on Buck, don’t be a punk!” You giggled, using the same nickname him and Steve constantly called each other when they were teasing each other. He let out a laugh, sitting the whiskey bottle behind him, shaking his head as he looked down at the sand, the tide coming up to graze the bottoms of his feet. It made him shiver but as he brought his head back up to look at you as you watched him, the moonlight reflecting off your skin, the breeze in the air making your hair blow softly he found his feet moving on their own as he walked into the cold water towards you. He realized then that you would certainly be the death of him, especially with the way you were watching him as he strode towards you. He stopped when he was in front of you, smiling down at you as you looked up at him with a smile. “Well, it took you long enough Barnes.” You giggled, taking a small step back from him to splash him. He let out a shocked gasp as the water came in contact with his face and bare chest before he was moving towards you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder effortlessly before walking farther into the ocean. “Hey, wait a minute, I was just kidding!” You shouted at him, softly punching his back. *He’s like a damn brick wall...* He just let out a laugh, stopping when the water reached his waist and tossed you off his shoulder. You jumped out of the water and onto your feet quickly, wiping the water from your face as you stared at him. “I can’t believe you just did that...” You said, looking up at him. His face dropped for a minute as he looked at you. “I’m sorr-” He didn’t get the chance to finish before you had jumped at him, tackling him into the water. When you both came out of the water, he realized his hands were resting on your hips like they had been earlier on the boat. He looked down at you, water dripping from your h/c hair onto your face, your hands resting on his chest the same as before as you looked up at him, biting the skin on your bottom lip. His blue eyes bore into your e/c ones as you both stood there, the cold water all around you but neither of you were cold, the warmth of each other all you needed. It was then that Bucky noticed you were leaning in and he swore his heart stopped as he watched you closely, your eyes closing as you came closer to closing the gap between the two of you. He closed his eyes as well, feeling your breath ghost over his lips as you leaned in closer. It was then that Bucky smelt the alcohol on your breath, effectively pulling him from his trance and he sighed, using his hands on your hips to gently push you away from him. You took the hint and pulled away from him all together, the loss of contact almost making him whimper. He didn’t want to have to push you away, in fact it took everything in him to do so, but he also didn’t want his first kiss with you to be like this, not when you were this drunk. You smiled sadly up at him before walking away, leaving him to stand in the ocean by himself. You watched the ground as you walked out of the ocean, cursing yourself for trying
to kiss Bucky. *God I’m such an idiot...* You sighed as you reached the shore, picking the whiskey bottle up out of the sand to take a long swig, relishing in the warm feeling it gave you as you swallowed. Bucky had been right; you would get cold but it wasn’t because of the chill night air or the ocean water dripping off of you but because of the lack of his hands on your body, his chest almost pressed against yours and his warm breath that smelt like whiskey and mint fanning your face. You took another swig from the bottle, walking towards the lounge chair that you had set the shirt down on, picking it up and sliding it on. You sighed, the thin shirt did nothing to help the coldness you felt but you adjusted the shirt anyways, rolling the long sleeves up before wringing your wet hair out in hopes that would help. It did a little. “Well hello dollface.” You heard the voice from behind you, jumping a little as you turned around to see Sebastian standing a few feet away from you, waving at you. “Hi cutie.” You giggled, waving back to him. He smiled at you as he took his phone out, pointing it at you. You laughed a bit before you did a quick pose for him, the bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other one came up to flip the camera off. He put his phone back in his pocket as he walked over to you, smiling. “What are you doing out here all alone?” He said, looking at you. You frowned at little when you remembered Bucky and what had just happened. “Mhmm.. Not alone.” You mumbled out, pointing over to the shore where Bucky was walking out of the water. Sebastian looked to where you were pointing and he nodded. “Ah right, your boyfriend.” He said, turning back to look at you with a blank expression on his face. You made a face at him and shook your head. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You said simply, looking at the blonde in front of you. The smile was back on his face. “Really?” He asked, an eyebrow raised. “Yeah, we’re just friends.” You said, smiling back at him. But unbeknownst to the boy in front of you, your heart was breaking into pieces and you were really struggling to keep it all together. You took a long swig from the bottle again, just wanting to forget this entire day ever happened. He watched you, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he did so. You stuck the bottle out to him, knowing that it’s legal for him to drink here at his age. He took it from your hand, throwing his head back and taking a long swig from it like you had. You took in his features then, his sharp jawline and the light stubble that laid across it, his soft pink lips as they wrapped around the bottle, you could see the lump in his throat move as he swallowed the burning liquid, bringing his head back down to look at you. His blonde hair was damp and laying on his forehead, little drops of water falling onto his toned chest. *He must’ve been swimming too* He wasn’t nearly as buff as Bucky but he was still muscular, his six-pack glistening in the moonlight as your eyes slowly trailed down his chest on their own accord. “Take a midnight swim?” You asked him, eyes darting back up to his face. “Yeah, I was just was too hot and needed to cool down, ya know?” He said, smiling at you and you nodded at him. He had noticed the way you had looked at him, a smirk playing on his lips as he brought the bottle back to his lips for another drink before handing it back to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He asked, smiling at you, his perfect white teeth showing, those ocean blue eyes shining into your e/c ones. And man, the way that way he was looking at you made you feel like you were a Greek goddess. *He wasn’t Bucky but he could be a good distraction...* “Yeah, of course.” You smiled brightly back at him. Neither of you noticed Bucky walk up behind you until you heard him speak up, “I’ll be there too, kid.” He grumbled out; arms crossed over his chest. You turned your head to look at him as Sebastian’s eyes shot up to look at the large man behind you, but his smirk didn’t waver, his eyes coming back to focus on you. You looked at Bucky for a moment
before turning your attention back to Sebastian. “Well, goodnight Sebastian.” You smiled at him, kissing him on the cheek as you walked away from the two men. Sebastian brought his hand up to his cheek, smiling as he turned his head to watch you leave. If looks could kill Sebastian would have died, been resurrected and killed again all by the look Bucky was giving him as he grumbled and walked past him, shoulder checking him a bit before trailing after you. Once back in the hotel room you went straight to the bathroom, changing into a tank top and shorts before walking back into the living room where Bucky was sat on the couch in sweatpants and his white t-shirt from earlier. You looked at him, playing with your fingers as he looked over at you. “You coming to bed?” You asked, looking at him. “I’ll just sleep on the couch, doll.” He spoke up, smiling softly at you. “Absolutely not. Look at that thing, it’s so tiny.” You gestured at the small couch, Bucky taking up over half it and he was only sitting on it. “And you’re so big.” You said, gesturing at Bucky’s large body on the couch. “Okay, okay. I’m comin’.” He said, letting out a laugh as he stood up and followed you to the bedroom. You both climbed into the large bed, about another person’s width between the two of you. “Night Buck.” You mumbled out, yawning and stretching out before getting comfortable and closing your eyes. “Night doll.” He mumbled in response. Bucky just laid there on his back, eyes staring up at the ceiling as he waited for you to fall asleep. Once he heard your breath even out and the soft snores coming from your parted lips, he grabbed the pillow from underneath is head and quietly climbed out of the bed, tiptoeing to the door and walking out in the hallway. He shut the door as quietly as he could, walking down the hall to the linen closet he spotted earlier. He found a soft white blanket inside and grabbed it, walking over to the couch and laying down, getting as comfortable as he could before drifting off to sleep.
-The Morning-
“Oh god I really fucked up.” You mumbled out as you remembered everything from the night before, running your fingers through your hair. You decided now wasn’t the time to grovel over your mistakes and went to the bathroom to get a shower. You took a quick glance at Bucky still fast asleep on the couch before walking into the bathroom, stripping out of your clothes to take a shower. After your shower you wrapped a towel around yourself, one in your hair as you sat down on the toilet to respond to your friends' texts.
You shook your head at what Natasha said, you knew Bucky didn’t want to kiss you so why would you try again? It’d only break your heart more... You sat your phone back on the counter after turning on some music, reaching for your makeup bag. It was at least 20 minutes later when a knock on the bathroom door made you jump, holding tightly onto the braid you were working on. You opened the door, Bucky standing in front of it and from the looks of it he just woke up. “Oh... Sorry.” You mumbled, grabbing your phone and leaving the bathroom so he could use it. You finished your braid, securing it with the hair tie around your wrist and walked back to the bedroom to grab your purse. Bucky was walking out of the bathroom as you exited the bedroom, yawning and rubbing his eyes before he looked at you, taking in your appearance. You had already gotten dressed for lunch with your parents. “Where you goin’?” Bucky asked, his voice still thick with sleep as he looked you over. “My parents invited us to lunch.” You said, looking at him. “Us?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he pointed at himself and then you. You nodded at him and he looked down at his sweats. “Are we going now?” He asked, looking back up at you. You laughed a little as he looked at you, shaking your head. “No, we’ve still got an hour.” You told him as you walked over to sit on the couch, taking your phone out of your pocket. “I’m gonna go ahead and get a shower then.” Bucky mumbled and you nodded at him before he disappeared into the bathroom, hearing the water turn on a few moments later. You checked all your other apps and notifications as you waited for Bucky. 20 minutes went by before you heard the bathroom door open and looked over to see Bucky in nothing but a towel hanging loosely around his hips. *Holy hell...* The sound of Bucky’s voice made your eyes dart back up to his. “I uh... Forgot to grab clothes.” He mumbled out, walking down the small hallway to the bedroom. He returned a few minutes later dressed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. “Ready to go, doll?” He asked you as he put his watch on his wrist. You nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. Lunch with your parents went well, they loved Bucky of course. Your Dad almost fell out his chair when Bucky revealed his actual age to them, again when he told them about him being the Winter Soldier and again when your dad mentioned his grandpa who fought in World War II and Bucky had known him. You could trust your parents though, after all they had been Shield agents themselves at one point. They told Bucky every embarrassing little detail they could think of about you, making you sink further into your seat as Bucky just laughed. He thought it was cute. You all continued to make small talk as you ate and then said your goodbyes, walking back to your hotel room to get ready for the reception tonight. “I thought the reception was the same day as the wedding?” Bucky asked when you got back to the hotel room, kicking his shoes off at the door as you did the same. “Yeah, normal people do. But Logan and Arabella have always been extra.” You grumbled, walking over to sit on the couch. “How long have you known them?” He asked, walking over to sit next to you. “Practically my whole life.” You said, looking over at Bucky. He nodded and looked at you, not saying anything for a minute before he spoke again. “You know, you never really told me what happened with them besides catching them together.” Bucky said and you sighed. “Okay fine but you better get comfortable because it might be a long one.” You said, cracking your knuckles as you got comfortable on the couch. “It all started on the day of Logan and I’s engagement party...”
-Flashback, three years ago, at the same resort-
You smiled at the guests who entered the ballroom of the resort as they congratulated you on your engagement. You looked out the door, seeing that was the last of the guests before you walked over to the bar, the long, silk, white dress clinging tightly to your body as you walked. “Whiskey, straight.” You told the bartender, letting out a sigh as you looked around the room for your fiancé. *Where was he?* You downed the whiskey before walking away from the bar and out of the resort to the room you and Logan were sharing. You unlocked the door, walking in and looking around before walking further inside. “Babe?” You called, turning the corner to the hallway as you walked towards the bedroom. It was then when you heard the moans coming from behind the wooden door. You couldn’t stop yourself as you pushed the door open, the sight in front of you making you wish you hadn’t. There in front of you was your best friend and your fiancé.... having sex. You said nothing as they stared at you, scrambling off of one another and covering themselves with the sheet. “Y/N.. Babe... it’s not what it looks like I swear.” Logan said, putting his hands up in defense. You let out a dry laugh as you looked at the two of them. “You know what, I’m happy for you two. You deserve each other.” You spat out, pulling the ring off your finger and throwing it at the two of them on the bed. Logan opened his mouth to speak but you put your finger up to silence him. “Have your brother bring me my stuff. I’m leaving.” You told him before walking out of the room and back into the warm air outside. You let out a shaky breath, the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes but you still had one more thing to do. Well, two. You collected yourself before walking back to the ballroom. You flung the doors open, everyone’s eyes turning to you as you walked towards the stage in the front of the room. You stood behind the microphone, adjusting it to your height before you tapped on it to make sure it was on. “Um... I’m very sorry to inform everyone but the party is cancelled.” You said, looking out at everyone. You seen Logan and Arabella ran up to the open doors, both wearing clothes now. “Perhaps my lovely fiancé here can explain.” You pointed at Logan who shook his head, mouthing for you to get off the stage. “Or maybe not. Well, that's too bad, I’d really like to see what kind of excuse he could come up with for this.” You said, your eyes never leaving his. “The party and the wedding are both cancelled because Logan here just can’t seem to keep his tiny dick in his pants.” You laughed out, the shocked gasps coming from everyone in the room as they turned to look at Logan. “And Arabella, God, I knew you were desperate and easy but come on. I can point out 5 incredibly hot men in this room who could at the very least get you off. But it’s okay because in 10th grade after Anthony rejected you, we had sex in the back of his mom’s minivan.” You laughed again, swinging the mic in your hands around. “I wish you both the best.” You said, blowing them a kiss as you got off the stage, ignoring everyone who tried to comfort you as you walked through the crowd and back outside, taking your phone from your purse and dialing the number you knew all too well. It rang a few times before you heard the voice on the other line, “Hey kid. What’s going on?” Fury asked you. You sighed, still holding back the tears as you answered him. “I’m ready to join Shield.” You told him simply. You had originally declined his offer, mostly because of Logan but also because you were scared. Even though you grew up around tons of Shield agents, Fury included and had taken every fighting and training class imaginable you still never bit the bullet and joined, no matter how many times Fury had begged you. “Hell yeah. I’ll send a jet to get you. Where are you at?” He asked and you looked around, sighing to yourself. “Greece.” You replied. “I’ll be there in 20, sit tight kid.” He told you before hanging up the phone.
-Present Day-
Bucky had no idea what to say to you as you finished your story, looking at him. “So yeah... That's what happened and that’s when, and why, I decided to finally join Shield.” You shrugged. “Damn doll... I’m sorry.” Bucky mumbled out, a look of sadness on his face as he looked at you. You just shrugged again, smiling at him. “I’m not, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. If I hadn’t caught them, I would be married to him right now. And I would have never met you or the rest of the Avengers.” You said, looking at him and he smiled at you. “Well, I should probably start getting ready...” You said as you looked at the time, it was almost 5 pm and you had a lot to do if you were gonna look as good as you promised Natasha and Wanda you would tonight. Bucky nodded at you before you got up and headed to the bathroom. It was nearly three hours later when you had finished showering, making sure to shave every inch of your body before curling your hair and doing your makeup. You opted for a brown smoky eye, winged liner and a bold red lip. Bucky had come to the bathroom a few times while you were getting ready to chat with you. At one point bringing you a glass of whiskey and asking you your opinion on what he should wear tonight. “Well, it’s really just a party... I think the theme is Hollywood Night Club or something awful like that.” You had told him, the mascara wand in your hand as you applied it to your lashes. He nodded at you, walking back into the bedroom to find clothes. You shut the door to the bathroom once your makeup and hair was done, walking over to your suitcase and pulling the red shopping bag that you had tucked into the bottom out. You pulled the lacy blue and black fabric out of the bag, sighing to yourself as you remembered the promise you had made to Nat and Wanda and why you bought this outfit in the first place. *I have to get laid tonight or else they are gonna start setting me up on blind dates...* You shivered at the thought, quickly discarding your robe to put on the lacy garments. You had never planned to sleep with Steve of course, planning to find someone at the wedding to have a drunken one-night stand with. And you already had your sights set on someone, if everything worked out anyways. You chewed on your lip nervously as you thought about the blonde-haired boy. *It’s only one night... You can do this.* You sat on the toilet, sliding the black tights up your legs before clipping them onto the garters, adjusting the straps until they were secure and comfortable. You took a look at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip at your appearance. You had to admit you looked hot. You took a picture of yourself, just for yourself. You knew one day you would need the reminder of how good you can look when you put some effort in. You adjusted the bra straps before grabbing the black dress off the hanger and putting it on. It stopped just below where the lacy part of the tights began and you smiled knowing that no one would know your filthy little secret. You slipped on your black heels and put on your gold jewelry, grabbing the black clutch off the bathroom counter that you had put your phone and other essentials in. You opened the bathroom door just as Bucky walked out of the bedroom, looking at each other.
And quite truthfully if you didn’t have somewhere to be in 10 minutes you both would have just ripped each other’s clothes off right then and there. Neither of you knew the other was thinking that however as you both just stared at each other, eyes raking up and down bodies. Bucky swore he stopped breathing when you walked out of the bathroom, his eyes noticing your makeup first, smiling as it reminded him of how the girls in the 40s used to do their makeup. He loved you without makeup of course, your natural beauty was something he could never get enough of but he knew if you ever asked him what his favorite style of makeup on you was it would be this. Your h/l h/c fell in soft curls around your face, framing your face beautifully. His eyes trailed down your body, taking note of how the tight black dress hugged every curve on your body like it was made for you. He thought he could see a peek of lace on your thighs but you pulled your dress down before he could really tell. Meanwhile, your eyes trailed over his body. He was just wearing a pair of black jeans and a fitted black t-shirt with a sleek black blazer over top, the outer pieces a different fabric than the rest of it. It was such a simple outfit and yet he looked impossibly sexy. “You look... amazing.” Bucky said, the sudden sound in the hotel room making both of you jump a bit. “Thanks... So do you.” You said with a smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he walked towards you, almost close enough to close the distance between the two of you. “We should probably go...” You mumbled out, looking up at him. He didn’t say anything, his eyes looking between your eyes and your lips as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. He walked closer to you, making you step back and into the bathroom door as you continued to look into his blue eyes, but they were darker now... almost a navy blue as he stared into your e/c ones. “Buck?” You said softly, looking up at him as he closed the distance between the two of you, his chest pressed against yours as his hands came to rest on your hips just like the last two times but this time you could feel the tips of his fingers lightly pressing into your skin through the fabric of your dress and it lit your skin aflame. “I’m gonna need you to stay quiet for a minute, doll...” He mumbled out, his voice deep and his fingers digging a little harder into your hips with his words. He studied your face carefully, looking for anything to tell him that you didn’t want this, didn't want him but as your hands came up to rest on his chest again, he couldn’t find a single one. He quickly closed the gap between the two of you, his lips landing on yours softly at first until he felt you kiss him back and then he was pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you as he deepened the kiss, your hands sliding up his chest and around his neck. A knock at the door made you break the kiss, staying in the position you were in as you both breathed heavily, heads turned to face the door. “Who is that?” He grumbled out angrily and you shrugged in his arms. “Hey y/n, it’s Sebastian. I was just wondering if you guys wanted to walk to the reception together. Unless of course you’ve already left and I’m talking to no one.” The voice came from behind the door and you froze in Bucky’s arms. “Want me to tell him to get lost? I can tell him to get lost...” Bucky said, his arms not leaving your body as he turned back to you. You let out a little laugh and shook your head, wiggling out of Bucky’s hold and taking a step towards the door, turning to look at him. “We have to go Buck.” You giggled as you looked at him, all pouty faced, the red lipstick you wore on his lips and face. “You got a little...” You said, making a gesture with your hand so he knew what you meant. “So do you.” He said, smirking at you as he walked to the bathroom to wipe the lipstick off his face. “We’ll be out in just a minute!” You called to the boy behind the door, walking to the bathroom to fix your lipstick. After Bucky and you fixed yourselves, you opened the door, Sebastian
still stood on the other side with his hands in his pockets. “Wow, you look beautiful.” He told you, smiling at you. You smiled back at him. “Thanks. You clean up good.” You told him, looking at his outfit. It was just a simple pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black blazer but he did look good in it. Bucky came up beside you after closing the door, sending a glare to Sebastian. The three of you walked in silence to the reception, walking through the same double doors you had walked out of three years ago. The room was decorated to look like a classic Hollywood club and you looked around as you walked towards the bar, the two men not far behind you. You stopped at the bar, taking a seat on one of the bar stools, each of the men taking a seat beside you. The female bartender walked over to you and you were glad for a break from the testosterone surrounding you. “Can I get a y/f/d, please?” You asked her. “Of course.” She said with a smile as she went to make your drink. When the men on either side of you realized you had no intentions of talking to either of them right now, they walked away, leaving you to drink. Bucky knew this was hard for you and he wasn’t going to push you. But he would keep an eye on you though. He found the older man, whose name was Thomas, that he had talked to yesterday and went over to him, a glass of whiskey in both of his hands, one for him and one for Thomas. “Here you go, pal.” Bucky said, handing the glass to the older gentleman in the seat. But Bucky didn’t sit, his eyes looking over to check on you at the bar. “Now what’re you doing over here with an old timer like me when you could be over there with her?” Thomas said, letting out a chuckle as he took a drink from the glass. Bucky looked down at the man, smiling a little. “She just needs some space right now.” He said, shrugging a little. Thomas nodded at Bucky, sitting the glass on the table. They continued their conversation from the other day for a little while, Bucky stealing glances at you every so often. “So, what’s her name?” Thomas asked Bucky suddenly, looking up at him as he folded his hands in his lap. “Y/N...” Bucky said, a smile making its way to his face as he watched you talk and laugh with the bartender. “Ah I know that look.” Thomas chuckled, looking out at the crowd. “Same way I used to look at my wife of 80 years before she passed away last Spring.” He said sadly, looking back up at Bucky. “I’m so sorry Thomas...” Bucky said as he looked down at the old man who just smiled sadly at him, waving his comment off. “Is she your girlfriend?” Thomas asked simply and Bucky shook his head no, still looking at the man. “Listen to me pal, you can’t be scared your whole life. That girl sitting over there is most likely just as into you as you are her. The most beautiful things in life are always worth it.” He said simply, looking up at Bucky. Bucky stared at him for a minute before Thomas chuckled and waved his hand. “Go, go get your girl.” He said, a wide smile on his face. Bucky only nodded at the man, a ‘thank you’ slipping past his lips as he made his way through the crowd to you. When he got close enough that he could see you he noticed your ex in front of you. He stopped where he was, wanting to see what exactly happened. He watched the scene in front of him, your ex rambling to you about something as you stared blankly at him, sipping your drink with one of your legs crossed over the other. But when he saw your ex place a hand on your knee that forced Bucky to make his way through the rest of the crowd. “Get your fucking hands off of her.” Bucky growled at your ex as soon as he was close enough, his metal hand coming up to enclose around the man's throat as he pulled him away from you and threw him against the bar onto his back. You let out a gasp along with several other people in the room as it fell silent, eyes on the three of you. You stood up quickly, sitting your glass down at the bar and placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Bucky.. Hey.. It's okay, let him go.” You said softly, Bucky’s face turning around to
look at you and he immediately felt at ease, his hand releasing Logan as he stepped back, hands up. “Sorry about that.” He mumbled out, standing beside you. “Who the hell even are you?! I should have you arrested!” Logan spat out, fixing his self and Bucky looked down at you, anger in his face but he wouldn’t do anything without your permission. You shook your head at him, turning back to face Logan. “Oh, really?” You challenged him; an eyebrow raised as you watched him. He crossed his arms over the red suit jacket he was wearing. “Absolutely.” He spoke, looking between you and Bucky. “Well then you’ll have to arrest me too.” You said, shrugging and he looked at you for a minute before you punched him in the face. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! You broke my nose!” He yelled out, looking at you with blood running down his face. You only shrugged and walked back behind the bar, the bartender allowing you to do so since you had told her earlier about what Logan and Arabella had done to you. You grabbed one of the most expensive bottles of liquor you could find before you walked back over to Bucky. “Now, is anyone going to try and arrest my friend and I here or are we good?” You asked, looking around at everyone. Most of the people here had been at your engagement party three years prior. When no one replied you nodded your head, turning to Bucky. “Let’s get out of here.” You said, walking out of the resort and outside. “Here, hold this for a minute.” You mumbled to Bucky when you got outside, handing him the large glass bottle. You wiped the blood on your hand off on the back of your dress before you bent over to take your heels off, holding them in one hand as you stood back up straight “Alright now give it back.” You told him, reaching your hand out. He handed you the bottle with a small chuckle. “Thank you, by the way.” You said to him, taking the cap off the bottle and taking a long swig from it. “Anytime, doll.” He said simply, taking the bottle when you handed it to him and took a long swig as well. “Thank you.” He told you and you waved him off, turning your body towards the beach. “I’ve been wanting to do that for three years.” You laughed out, turning back to him. He laughed with you before you both walked over to the beach, taking a seat in the lounge chairs as you passed the bottle back and forth while you talked about random things for a little while, watching the moon reflect off the ocean. Bucky had taken a few swigs from Thor’s flask just to give him that little extra boost to actually get drunk. He looked over at you, noticing you shiver a little as you took a drink from the bottle and handed it back to him. He sat up in the chair, taking his blazer off and handed it to you. You didn’t say anything to him as you put it on, the sleeves entirely too long making you giggle a little as you waved them around. Bucky laughed at you, smiling warmly as he watched you. “Here, doll. Let me help you.” He said, taking your hands in his as you looked at him. You watched him intently as he rolled each of the sleeves up, chewing on the skin of your bottom lip. He finished and pulled away from you, placing your hands on your lap. You whined at the loss of contact, still looking at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked, an eyebrow raised as he waited for you to answer him. “Just tired.” You said simply and he nodded, standing up and offering his hand to you. You took it and stood up, grabbing your heels and bag from the sand. You both walked back to your hotel room, talking and laughing loudly as you passed the bottle back and forth again. “So, you’ve been calling Steve, Icy Pop?” Bucky laughed as he opened the door of the room, allowing you to walk in before him. “Yes. It’s even his contact name in my phone.” You laughed out, taking a swig from the bottle and handing it to him as he shut the door, kicking his shoes off. “That’s hilarious.” He laughed again, taking a swig from the bottle, watching as you sat your shoes on the ground and your purse on the coffee table. He handed you the bottle again as you moved to stand closely in front of
him. He swallowed, breath hitching in his throat as you looked up at him. You took the bottle from his hand, taking a drink from it, e/c eyes never leaving his. He reached out then, his hands resting on your hips like earlier and pulled you towards him. You let out a little giggle, pressing your body into his as you brought your arms up to wrap around his neck, the bottle still in your hand. You brought it to your lips again, taking a drink before tilting the top of the bottle towards Bucky. He opened his mouth, allowing you to pour the liquid into his mouth. You both swallowed the burning liquid, eyes boring into each other's before you closed the gap between the two of you, smashing your lips on his. He groaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around you tightly to pull you into him and deepen the kiss. His tongue licked your bottom lip asking for entrance and you let him, his warm tongue exploring your mouth and you moaned into his mouth, your whole body going limp in his arms, his hold on you the only thing keeping you upright. You both jumped a little at the sound of the glass shattering, pulling away from each other breathless. You both let out a little laugh when you realized what happened. You tried to pull away from him so you could clean it up but he ignored you, lips trailing kisses down you jaw until he found the sweet spot on your neck, making your knees go weak as a moan slipped past your lips. Bucky took that chance to lift you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands on your ass as he walked off towards the bedroom, stepping over the shattered glass on the floor. You kissed his nose, forehead, cheeks, and the corners of his mouth, placing a kiss on his jaw before trailing your lips down his neck as he walked to the bedroom. You found the sweet spot on his neck and began sucking on it hard, eliciting a moan from him as he kicked the door to the bedroom open. He threw you softly onto the bed before crawling over top of you, his lips crashing back onto yours in a heated kiss as his hands trailed along your waist and hips. You brought your hands up around his neck again, pulling at his hair when his thigh shoved your legs apart. He pulled away to look down at you, breathing heavily as he took in the way you looked underneath him right now. Your hair sprawled messily against the pillows, your cheeks flushed, your lips swollen from his kiss and pupils blown wide as you looked up at him. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, doll.” He said, watching your face carefully. You only nodded at him, a silent plea for him to continue as the heat between your thighs only grew. He smirked at you and nodded, his lips coming down to kiss your neck again, biting and licking at the flesh. You moaned, leaning into his touch, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. You were getting impatient, especially with all the layers of clothes between the two of you. He pulled his lips away from your neck, leaning on his left hand as he used his right to pull his shirt off, tossing it to the side before looking back down at you, a hunger in his eyes you hadn’t ever seen before. He sat up, his body leaving yours making you feel cold as you followed him. “Stand up.” He said simply and you obeyed, getting off the bed to stand in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hung over the side, his hands on your hips to pull you close to him. “Arms up.” He said, running his hands along the sides of your body. You looked down at him and nodded, raising your arms over your head. Bucky grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your head, tossing it into the corner of the room before he realized what you were wearing underneath of it this entire time and he moaned at the sight in front of him, the bulge in his pants making them feel way too tight as you brought your arms back down to rest on his shoulders, your fingers tracing the scar on his left shoulder where flesh met metal before you kissed him again. He moaned into it, hands coming up to squeeze your ass, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him, lips trailing down
your neck towards your breasts. You let out a little whimper as he pressed soft kisses on your chest, hands roaming your body as yours tangled in his hair. You ground your hips into his, desperate for any kind of friction and he groaned, hands gripping your hips tightly to stop you. “I’m trying to take my time here, doll.” He told you when you looked at him, pouting. “You can take your time next time, right now I just wanna feel you inside me...” You mumbled out, trying to move your hips but to no avail. He smiled at you and if it weren’t for the grip he had on your hips and the heat pooling between your legs you would’ve thought it was sweet. “There’s gonna be a next time?” He said, still smiling at you. “Not if you don’t start doing something like now.” You said, eyes meeting his and the mood in the room shifted completely. Bucky quickly flipped you two over, moving you into the middle of the bed before pulling his pants off. He crawled back up your body in only his boxers, placing kisses on your skin as he did so, leaving you squirming underneath him. “You got a condom, doll?” He asked, looking down at you. You nodded, looking up at him. “There’s one in my purse.” You told him and he raised an eyebrow, making a mental note to ask you about that later but right now he just nodded, crawling off of you to go grab the condom from your purse. Once he walked out the door you unclipped the tights and slid the garter belt off your body, your hands moving to unclip your bra as Bucky walked back into the room, eyes watching you. You smiled at him, taking the bra off and throwing it at him. He laughed at the action but when he crawled back up the bed, his pupils blown wide there was no more laughing. He kissed you again, passionately this time as he cupped your face with his flesh hand, the metal one finding home on your left breast, squeezing it gently before rolling your nipple between his fingers. You let out a moan when he did so, allowing him access to explore your mouth. You trailed your hands down his toned back, nails dragging lightly along the flesh, not enough to leave a mark but enough to bring goosebumps to his skin. He let out a groan, his thigh coming between your legs to part them again and this time you rubbed your clothed center against his thigh. He pulled away from your lips, eyes trailing down to where you were grinding against him. “Fuck baby.. You’re so wet I can feel it through your panties.” He groaned out, fingers coming down to rub your pussy through the black and blue lace, metal hand coming down to still your hips again and you whined. “Bucky... please.” You whimpered out, his hand still softly rubbing you through your panties. “Well since you asked so pretty for me, doll.” He smiled, removing his metal hand from your body so you could raise your hips off the bed for him to remove your panties. You sat up, moving to take the black tights off but he stopped you. “Leave em on.” He said and you nodded, laying back down on the bed as he spread your legs apart with his thigh again, his right hand slowly tracing circles on your inner thigh before he slowly, teasingly ran two fingers through your slick folds, grazing them over your clit. His left hand held your hips in place again as he slowly slid his two fingers between your folds, his thumb pressed against your clit. You both let out a moan, you at the feeling of his fingers inside of you and him at the feeling of your tight, wet pussy gripping onto his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you, making a ‘come hither’ motion. “F-fuck.. I’m.. I’m so close.” You moaned out, you could feel the coil winding in your stomach, waiting to snap any second, hands gripping tightly onto Bucky’s shoulders as he slid a third finger between your folds, his thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit. “Cum for me, doll. Cum all over my fingers. Wanna feel you squeeze em.” He groaned out, leaning his head down to suck your nipple into his mouth. You moaned again, arching your back into him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you faster, the coil snapping as you moaned
out his name. Bucky groaned at the way you clenched around his fingers as you came, fingers not letting up as he helped you ride out your high. Once you came down he pulled his fingers from your sobbing wet cunt, bringing them to his lips as you watched him. He sucked them into his mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he licked them clean. “Sweet as candy.” He winked at you when he was done, leaning down to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his lips and it made you moan, pulling him further into the kiss with your arms around his neck. He pulled away from you, tugging his boxers off and grabbing the condom from the nightstand. *God he’s huge...* You sat up a little, grabbing his throbbing erection, gathering the precum off the swollen tip before pumping him in your hand as he watched you, letting out a moan at the way your hand so effortlessly glided along his length. “Damn doll if you don’t quit doing that this is gonna be over before it even starts.” He said, letting out a chuckle as he watched you. You leaned forward, kitten licking the tip of his cock before pulling away and looking up at him with a smile. “Next time then.” You winked at him, leaning back against the pillows and spreading your legs open wide, one hand trailing down your body to rub your clit as you watched him. He groaned, ripping the condom open with his teeth before sliding it down his length and settling between your legs. He leaned down and kissed you, arms on either side of your head as he slowly slid into you. You both pulled away to let out a moan when he was fully inside of you, him stilling for a minute for you to adjust, fighting everything in his body that was telling him to move. He rested his forehead against yours, relishing in the way you felt wrapped around him. “Please Bucky.. M-move.” You moaned out and he obliged, setting a relentlessly slow but hard pace as he slammed in and out of you. “That feel good baby? You like the way my cock feels inside your tight little pussy? God you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” Bucky moaned out and you only nodded at him, you couldn’t even form a sentence if you tried right now, not with the way he was slowly pounding into you, his cock hitting parts of you that you hadn’t even known existed until he was buried so deeply inside of you. Your whole body was on fire, your mind Jell-O and the coil in your stomach slowly building again. “Faster, Daddy... please.” You moaned out and Bucky stopped, fully sheathed inside of you. “What did you say?” He said, eyes wide as he looked down at you and you looked at him, chewing on your bottom lip. “Say it again.” He growled, snapping his hips quickly one time to get you to answer. You let out a little yelp/moan when his hips snapped against yours at such a quick pace before looking up at him. “Please fuck me faster... Daddy.” You couldn’t control the loud moan that left your mouth when he started pounding into you quickly, bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders. “That’s a good girl.” He smiled at you, bringing his flesh hand down to rub circles on your clit. You looked at his metal hand resting on your leg and bit your lip, an idea popping into your head. “Choke me.” You blurted out and he slowed his pace down a bit but not all the way as he took his hand off your clit. “No.. No with your other hand.” You mumbled out, watching the look in his eyes when he realized what you wanted him to do. “Ask nicely.” He said firmly, still pumping in and out of you slowly. “Please choke me daddy.” You said, biting your lip as you watched him. “Good girl.” He picked his pace back up again, his hand resuming the torture on your clit as his metal hand slid up your bare chest to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy. With the position you were in you couldn’t reach him so you wrapped both your hands around his metal arm, holding on tightly as he pounded into you. The sloshing and slapping sounds coming from where you two met only making you reach your peak faster. “Fuck...” Bucky groaned out, bringing your legs down to his waist and
you squeezed them around him tightly as he leaned down, kissing you roughly, his hand not moving from around your throat. He pulled away after a minute, leaving little love bites all over your neck. “I’m gonna cum baby... Want you to cum with me.. Think you can cum for me doll? I really wanna feel that tight little pussy squeeze around my cock, want it to milk me for all I’ve got.” He moaned into your ear, biting gently on your earlobe. You could only nod in response, the coil inside of you building up more and more. "That's my good girl. Fuck baby...” He moaned out, turning his head and moving his hand off your throat to crash his lips on yours when he felt your pussy clench around his cock, knowing you were close, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his high as well. You moaned into his mouth as you came, your back arching off the bed as you did, Bucky coming undone with you and you both swore to yourselves you had never had an orgasm that good in your life as he continued to thrust in and out of you, slowing down with every thrust until he was stilled inside of you. He pulled out of you slowly, falling back onto the bed on his back. You laid beside him, slowly letting your legs fall down. *God I'm gonna be sore tomorrow* “That was... amazing.” Bucky breathed out, turning to look at you. You smiled and nodded, turning on your side to look at him, yawning. “So, are you gonna sleep in here tonight?” You asked, looking at him. “Oh definitely.” He chuckled, getting out of bed and grabbing his boxers off the floor. He pulled the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the small trash can. He picked up his shirt and handed it to you. “Stay there, I’ll be back.” He told you as he pulled his boxers on and left the bedroom, you slipped his black t-shirt over your head, slipping your tights off and throwing them on the floor as you waited for him to come back. He came back with two bottles of water and a warm wash cloth, throwing the bottles of water on the bed and walking over to you. “Open your legs for me, doll.” He said softly and you listening, opening your legs so he could clean you off with the warm wash cloth. He handed you a pair of your cotton panties you hadn’t noticed he had. “Figured you wouldn’t wanna wear those.” He said, gesturing to the lacy panties on the floor. “Thanks...” You said shyly, slipping the y/f/c panties on before settling back into the bed as Bucky crawled in next to you. He had sat the bottles of water on the nightstand, opening his arms up to you. “Come here.” He said, smiling at you. You happily obliged, resting your head on his chest with a leg draped over him. You both laid there for a minute, just relishing in the feeling and everything that had just happened before you spoke. “So.. This really isn’t a one-time thing, is it?” You asked, one of your fingers tracing patterns on Bucky’s chest. “Doll, are you kidding me? I’ve been in love with you since the first day you walked into the tower. You just were so beautiful... I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for months.” He laughed out, turning his head to look down at you. “Well why didn’t you?” You asked, chewing on your bottom lip as you looked up at him. “Because you’re too good for me, doll. I never thought you’d wanna be with a monster like me..” He mumbled out sadly. “Even now, I don’t understand why you’re laying here with me when there’s a million other places you could be.” You couldn’t help the tears that prickled at the corner of your eyes at the sadness in his voice and you sat up, looking at him. “Hey.. Bucky, look at me.” You said softly, a hand resting on the side of his face and he opened his eyes and you wiped the tear that rolled down his cheek. “You remember that day not long after I first moved in when literally everyone at the Tower was gone except for me and you?” He nodded his head, he remembered that day very clearly. “And you came to my room to ask me what I wanted to eat because you were ordering out and I was just crying on my bed. You didn’t ask me what about, hell you didn’t even say
anything to me. You just walked into my room and pulled me into a hug.” You said, looking at him. “Yeah, I remember, I ordered way too much Chinese food afterwards and we ate and watched um.. Y/f/m.” He said, smiling a little as he remembered the day. It was the first day he had ever been alone with you, even if he barely said anything to you. “Well, that was the day that I fell in love with you.” You told him, smiling at him. “You aren’t a monster Buck... You are perfectly imperfect but god, are you perfect for me.” You told him, watching as he sat up in the bed. “I hope you know how proud I am you were created, with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred-” You sung to him softly as you traced the scar on his shoulder, he shivered under your soft touch as he listened to you. “God, I hope that you’re happier today... Because, I love you, and I hope that you’re okay.” You finished singing softly, you had thought about Bucky the first time you heard those lyrics from ‘hope ur ok’ by Olivia Rodrigo. “I am so fucking in love with you doll, come here.” Bucky said, pulling you into his embrace as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. You both laid back down after, getting comfortable in each other’s arms before drifting off to sleep peacefully.
Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a short fic, that obviously didn’t happen… There will be a part 2 with smut (; Part 2
Prompt #5 from here; Have your characters go to a wedding, just as each other’s plus one’s. During the ceremony with the bride and the groom, they can’t help but steal glances from one another.
Word count: 7.7k
Warnings: Adult language, mentions of drinking, just two idiots in love and lusting after one another really.
If it’s in italics and *asterisks*, it’s the reader’s thoughts.
If it’s in bold, italics and *asterisks*, it’s the characters thoughts.
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I do not have the mental energy to edit this or the part 2 to it considering combined they're nearly 20k words- but I am updating the headers and whatnot to them like I plan to do with all the other fics I have posted and I changed the title like I said I was going to so it's a song title to match my other fics- it was formerly 'Super Soldier Arm Candy' and is now 'Coastline' as you can see.
hi! Are you still gonna write those klaus mikaelson works?
Also an old ask but also wanted to answer it- if you are referring to 'Love The Way It Hurts' and 'Clarity' I will be working on those probably at the beginning of February. Like I mentioned in my last post my main priorities right now are finishing the revamp of this blog and then I'm going to work on the two ongoing series I have and the 'How You Meet' preferences for each fandom I write for. But I assure everyone that all the WIPS you see on any of the fandom lists I have will be written eventually.
