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Missing Pieces Masterlist (Completed)

Summary: After an accident leaves you unable to remember most of your life, you feel like you can’t trust anybody. You find yourself leaning on the man who took care of you in the hospital, but he is hiding a big secret that could push you away. Can Dean help you to piece together the past few years of your life, or does he wind up losing your trust for good?

Pairing: Nurse!Deanx Reader

Warnings: Car Accident, Head Injury, Angst, Anxiety, Depression, Fluff, Smut (Individual warnings are listed in each part)

Word Count:

Anonymous Request: Could you maybe do some nurse Dean with some angsty hurt/comfort with a fluffy ending?

A/N: I’m sure that whoever sent this request in wasn’t expecting a series but I just couldn’t help myself. I won’t begin posting until Playing Pretend is over with. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

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#supernatural au fanfiction #supernatural dean au fanfic #spn au fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #supernatural reader insert #spn reader insert #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #nurse!dean #injured!reader #miscarriage #masterlist

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Missing Pieces - Part 18

Pairing: Nurse!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Head Injury, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Car Wreck, Fluff, Mention of Miscarriage, Smut, FLUFF

Word Count: 9,710

A/N: This is the 18th and final part of Missing Pieces! Please let me know that you think!

Series Masterlist

Two Months Later

Dean sighs and runs a hand down his face as he drags his tired feet towards the house. It’s been a while since he’s been this tired after a shift, and all he’s got on his mind is getting in bed with you. Dean hears the front door open and he smiles widely when his eyes land on you.

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im sorry for sending u so much stuff but this with bucky’s foot and miss villains shadow :))

istg these two are always on my mind itS UNHEALTHY

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

"...we have three days to sort this out."

Bucky looks at you to see if you had caught any of what had just happened. Nick had been yelling on and off for about ten minutes now but after Bucky normalised his bursts, it became incredibly easy to tune him out.

The whole team was gathered around for the second emergency that month- featuring your presence once more for technology consulting.

"I don't care how many of you have to go home this weekend, cancel all your fucking plans because this is priority one. Got it?" Nick barks, everyone agrees.

The minute you walked in, you took one look around the room to find Bucky's silhouette against the giant bulletproof window. He just pulled out a chair for you beside him, but not before making sure you had no additional stationary with you, adhesive ones in specific.

"Aye aye, captain," you mumble halfheartedly, attention wholly somewhere else.

Bucky follows your line of sight to the ground. Your hand was out, finger extended. The shadow cast because of the sunlight behind him had your hand very close to him.

"What are you doing?" he asks under his breath, eyebrows pulled together.

Your finger's shadow jabs at his shoulder's outline.

"I'm poking you," you explain, finger darting out again.

His nose twitches. "Stop it."

"No."

"Stop shadow poking me." It literally causes no harm, but he feels compelled to stop it anyway.

"Never."

He shifts his chair further away from you. You scoff.

"Barnes you're on the strike team with Romanoff and Barton."

Bucky flashes Nick a thumbs up before looking back down.

You shamelessly had your arm extended further to reach him.

He rolls his eyes, flipping you the middle finger.

"Jerk," you mutter.

"Y/L/N, you're with Stark and Banner," Nick calls out. "Get this shit done by tomorrow."

Your eyes snap up, and over to the science team who were already looking at you. You finger gun at them and they nod back.

You give up on poking him, hand loosely hanging over the armrest of your chair. Bucky raises an eyebrow.

If he just moves his hand discreetly and a little more-

"Are you shadow-holding my hand?" you whisper, peering up at him.

He shrugs but makes no effort to move it.

"Idiot." You fight a smile.

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cafe crema headcanon: describe their favorite mugs that they use at home! colors? was it a gift or a spontaneous buy for themselves? a silly seasonal one but they use it all year anyways? do either or both have one that says something ridiculous?

Café Crema

I’m finally answering this! And I love it!

Describe their favorite mugs that they use at home! colors? was it a gift or a spontaneous buy for themselves?

- Y/N has two favorite mugs she uses at home. 

-If one is dirty she’ll use the other.

-One time, she was out of coffee ( too busy at work to remember to pick up some more) and she was desperate; Bucky caught her dumping leftover coffee from one mug into the other to make one full cup, to which he scolded her in playful disgust, before he held up a bag full of her favorite types of coffee he just bought

-The first mug is one that Collin made her; it was arts and crafts day with the parents at Loving Arms. It’s a white mug splattered with all different colors of greens and purples and oranges. He gifted it to her that very same day with a bright smile on his little face.

-The other is big mug, 

-or “its a soup bowl” Bucky deadpanned when he first saw it. 

-But it’s her favorite because it’s marbled with different shades of blue and every time she uses it, she tells Bucky that it matches his eyes. She picked it out just for that reason in the last minute purchase line at the store.

-Bucky wasn’t one to start collecting mugs. He just used the same plain white one at the compound.

-That is, until he met Y/N, and it was only one month into dating when she had excitedly surprised him with a spill proof mug, with a rotating bottom. He couldn’t keep his glare at her for more than five seconds because she was laughing too hard, and it ended up with him tackling her and kissing on her couch.

-He uses it every time he spends the night at her place (which is almost every night). It’s pink. He loves it.

A silly seasonal one but they use it all year anyways?

- Y/N has a temperature changing Halloween mug, and Bucky can’t get over the fact that the image changes when hot liquid is poured inside. It’s a white mug, but little orange jack-o-lanterns appears when in use.

-Y/N got Bucky a Grinch mug. You know the ones that are the actual faces of characters. But the handle is a heart shape. 

-They watched the movie and Bucky secretly thinks his heart always grows three sizes too big whenever she smiles at him. He uses it whenever he can.

-Together the use (share), a cliche touristy one of the Rockefeller Christmas tree because it reminds them both of that night they walked around the city viewing the decorations. 

-(It was also that same night, the first night, Bucky stayed over)

Do either or both have one that says something ridiculous?

- “No use crying over spilled beans”

- “I like you a latte”, because Bucky is a soft sappy puppy of a man and blushed a little when he gave it to Y/N

-Y/N got Bucky to sit down and marathon the Harry Potter movies…to which she got him a mug that says “Espresso Patronum”

-They now have a cabinet full of mugs, collectors and practical ones, right above the coffee station in their shared apartment. -And when Bucky proposes, it isn’t at Ella Cafe where they met as he literally crashed into her life. Or Loving Arms Center, or the park, or in front of the Rockefeller tree a year after they were dating. Nope.

-He purposes by surprising Y/N in bed with breakfast and homemade pumpkin bread (he begged Pete for the recipe and worked really hard on it). He brings the tray in as she sits up, looking beautiful and sleepy and every bit his. 

-The tray holds a plate of eggs and toast and bacon, and the pumpkin bread. Strangely though, there’s the “i love you a latte” mug full of coffee, but there’s a to-go cup there as well with Ella’s Cafe logo on it.

-Y/N is only slightly confused, but since it’s maple latte season, she doesn’t find it unusual.

-Until she picks it up and the weight doesn’t match a cup of liquid. She gives Bucky a confused little look, then pops off the top. She tilts the cup upside down.

-A small black box falls into her palm.

-Before she can open it, before she can even properly react, Bucky is carefully opening the box.

-”I knew I was falling in love with you that first night you dragged me out into the cold to watch the snow fall at 3 am.”

-”You held snowflakes in your hand,” Y/N says breathlessly. She stares at the simple, yet stunning ring in the box. Then looks at Bucky.

-”Yeah,” He chuckles nervously. His cheeks are a dusty pink, but his eyes remain on her. “I just figured…I would love to be woken up in the middle of the night to watch the snow with you for the rest of my life. If that’s okay.”

-Y/N is too busy smiling to respond, and too busy reaching for the ring. Bucky takes her left hand instead, and pulls the ring from it’s little nesting spot.

-”Will you marry me, Y/N?” Bucky asks, his voice shaking just a little. “I mean, I haven’t knocked your coffee over for a good 8 months now.”

-Y/N laughs softly, taking the ring from his fingers to slip it on her left fourth finger. “Well, how could I say no to that progress? Of course I’ll marry you, Bucky.”

-The expression on Bucky’s face will be one Y/N remembers forever as he tackles her in a gleeful kiss. 

-He may not have spilled her coffee, but he did knock the plate of food all over the bed. Neither of them care.

(omg I did not mean for this to turn into the tiniest, fluffiest, drabble of Cafe Crema)

Tagging: @justreadingfics @doritoevansxwinterschildren @125bluemachine125 @loislp @buckys-amethyst-world @kat-lives @wheredid-ileavethe-tardis @aurajitsu@jazzcarr3006 @the-nargles-made-me-do-it @sophiealiice @srhls@demonkitkat @laughandwrite @cauraphernelia @buckysboobear @buckywhoops@captain-ariel-barnes

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Fleeing Inhibitions

Part 8 of Heaven, Hell, and Humanity

Original request by @floralbrocade

Summary: You tell Sam what really happened in the dream with Dean, and take advantage of the soundproofing spell.

Word Count: 1842

Warnings: Implied Smut

A/N: Writing so far ahead in the story is weird because I go to post the next part and I’m like “Man, I’m already way past this. I’ve totally forgotten what happened here.”

Unseen World – Upper Hand – Distrust and Scars – Drastically Deadly – Tone of Finality – Blind Spot – Good Intentions

“You look exhausted,” Maddie said around noon. “Why don’t you go take a nap?”

“If you’re sure…” you hedged, needing to play the part. “If you need help—“

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Y/N: You look good in that hoodie.

Bucky : You know where else I'd look good?

Y/N, zero hesitation: My bed.

Bucky , at the same time: By your side- wait, what?!

#marvel incorrect quotes

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DOCTOR WHO The Star Beast

#doctor who #the meep

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It’s Tuesday again?

#supernatural tuesday #trickster tuesday #it's tuesday again

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World Book Day 📚

#supernatural #sam winchester

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JENSEN ACKLES as SOLDIER BOY in GEN V | 1.06 Jumanji

#the boys #gen v

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LOKI (2021 - ) — 02x01 “Ouroboros”

#marvel #loki

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"Guardians follow orders, Rose, or the system crumbles"

#vampire academy

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SCANDAL - SCANDAL BABY (Live from the TEMPTATION BOX TOUR 2010- ZEPP TOKYO)

Bonus: Haru-bigsis comforting Timo-chan from tears.

#scandal

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"The highly anticipated Criterion Collection release of 'Goncharov' has cinephiles buzzing. Directed by the legendary Scorsese, this cinematic gem is a must-have for collectors, offering stunning visuals and insightful commentary. Available now on DVD and Blu-ray."

#goncharov

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This Spells Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Best friends to lovers)

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Bucky is your best friend and he really is the best but he wants more, he wants everything, but the idea that it could ruin your friendship and he could lose you is too much...

Author's Note: This is for @the-slumberparty February Sleepover Challenge, Eight Types of Love and Philia (deep friendshp-friends to lovers). Our reader is a bit oblivious to Bucky's feelings but it all works out just fine in the end. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!

Warnings: lots of fun and fluff and sweetness and Bucky being the best and some tension and a bit of flirty fun too, slightly oblivious reader.

The groan Bucky lets loose makes you spin your head to look at him.

“Did you say something?” you ask, trying to speak loud enough over the din of the bar.

He shakes his head no and digs his teeth into his bottom lip when you smile and shift again in his lap, turning back to your group of friends. Every time you move it’s sweet torture but he can’t seem to keep himself away…and besides, there are no empty seats…he can’t let you stand and you wouldn’t want him to stand…so sitting in his lap it is!

His fingers dig into your thigh and you turn to face him again.

“Are you sure?” you ask, searching his face.

“Yeah, doll. All good.”

Steve shoots Bucky a smirk and Bucky shoots back a steady death glare.

“Did I miss something?” you ask Nat, who’s sitting to your left.

She just smiles and takes a sip of her drink.

You can feel Bucky’s warm breath on your neck before he speaks.

“You want another doll face?” he asks.

With a pensive tilt of your head you pause before telling him, “yeah, one more.”

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers against your ear.

He deposits you in the seat and walks toward the bar.

You instantly feel his absence and fiddle with your empty glass. You listen to Steve and Sam argue about their last run time while Nat and Wanda chime in, teasing both boys but the conversation starts to fade away when you feel the weight of Bucky’s eyes and you look toward the bar to catch him staring.

He waves awkwardly and you giggle.

“I’ll be right back,” you say to the table.

When you reach the bar Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up in question.

“You looked bored,” you shrug.

“Thanks doll,” he winks.

There are even more people by the bar and they continue to crowd around you, pushing to get closer. When someone bumps you particularly hard Bucky pins them with a murderous stare before he slips his metal arm around your waist and pulls you in front of him.

He settles both hands on the bar top on either side of you and leans his chin on your shoulder.

“Too many people,” he explains as his hard chest presses into your back.

You snuggle into the safety of his arms and wait for your drink.

“Are you ever gonna say something to her man?” Sam asks Bucky as they stand outside the bar with Steve.

You, Wanda and Nat are in the bathroom.

“About what?” Bucky asks with an incredulous expression.

Sam rolls his eyes and Steve’s hands land on his hips.

“Buck,” Steve sighs. “You’re torturing yourself.”

“No I’m not,” Bucky counters. “Not having her at all would be torture.”

His last words come out quietly and Sam and Steve give each other a knowing look.

“Well, I still think you should do something…say something…she might feel the same way. What have you got to lose?” Sam asks.

“Everything,” Bucky answers as he watches you come out the door and back to his side.

As you walk down the street toward your apartment building you can feel Bucky staring so you give him a sideways glance.

“It’s the shoes, isn’t it?” he demands when he catches your eye.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say and lift your chin.

“This always happens at the end of the night doll face. You wear these shoes and they hurt your feet and then I’m supposed to just watch you suffer.”

 “I have a solution,” you chime with a determined smile.

He stops walking to watch as you slip off your shoes and place your bare feet back onto the sidewalk with a contented sigh.

When you see Bucky’s scowl it makes your smile widen. “What’s the problem now Barnes?”

“Put them back on doll. You’re going to step on something like broken glass or worse…”

You spin away with a breeze and start walking again but before you get very far your feet leave the ground and you’re cradled against his chest.

“You were put on his Earth to drive me crazy; you know that doll face?”

“I’m not sorry about it,” you whisper into the collar of his shirt. “Does that make me a bad person?”

You giggle when you feel his huff of frustration.

“No. You could never be a bad person.”

As you nuzzle closer and inhale his familiar scent you express a quiet, “thank you,” before yawning.

“Too tired for the stars tonight?” he asks as his arms flex to heft you higher.

“No! I love when we look at the stars.” You tilt your head back and look at the sky. “It’s a clear night too.”

“Don’t you like it?” you ask, bringing your eyes back to his.

“I love it,” he says. “Just like I love when you practice new baking recipes and I get to taste test them all.”

“That’s fun for me too except that you say you like everything I bake! It can’t all be that good.”

You lay a soft hand against his scruffy cheek and the corner of his mouth kicks up.

“It’s all that good,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Well the next time my macaroons don’t have good feet you better speak up Buck!”

“Macarons have feet…not macaroons…big difference,” he says.

You hum against his neck with a smile. “I know that. Just making sure were paying attention.”

His hold on you tightens slightly and he looks down just as your eyes start to close.

He’s always paying attention.

Bucky slows his steps and turns on his heels, watching as Sam and Steve approach.

“Man you two are slow today,” he teases.

Steve purses his lips and throws a thumb in Sam’s direction. “I’m just trying to keep this one company.”

Sam grunts out a string of curses and plops down on the nearby bench.

“I can’t stand either of you,” Sam says between catching his breath.

“I have to make a phone call,” Bucky states as he saunters off for some privacy.

He presses your name on the screen and puts it to his ear.

“Hiya doll face,” he says when you pick up.

“Hi Buck!”

“Are you on your way home yet?”

“I am.”

“Pizza?”

“Sure, I’m starving…”

“Me t…”

“Of course you are,” you cut in. “You’re always hungry.”

He laughs. “Well I did just finish a run.”

“I’ll meet you at my place?” you ask.

“Sounds good, how much time do you need?”

You open your mouth to answer but the words die on your lips when your foot catches a crack on the sidewalk and you careen forward.

“Doll?” Bucky asks, “you still there?”

He hears scuffling but you still don’t answer.

“Doll?”

His heart beats faster the longer you don’t reply and instinctively his feet start to carry him toward your workplace.

“Where are you goin’?” Sam asks as Bucky runs by.

“Everything ok?” Steve asks.

“I gotta go,” is all Bucky says as he starts jogging.

He’s already half way to you when you pick your phone up off the concrete and try to say hello. The screen is cracked and black and you curse under your breath.

“Bucky?” you say softly but your phone is dead.

You try to put pressure on your ankle but it hurts and with a wince you scoot backwards to avoid the foot traffic. You search the crowd, waiting for someone to stop and help but it isn’t until you see Bucky rush toward you that you feel true relief.

He’s at your side, kneeling on the concrete and running his eyes over every inch of you. He’s sweaty and breathing heavily and one of the most welcoming sights you’ve ever seen.

“Thank fuck,” he breathes out. “I was worried sick.���

You start to say you’re sorry but he interrupts you.

“You tripped didn’t you?” he asks.

You nod.

“How?”

“My foot…got stuck. I don’t even know.”

He stares at you blankly before pinching the bridge of his nose. When he opens his mouth to speak you clap a hand over it.

“I know…I’m clumsy and I have to be more careful…just take me home.”

His expression softens.

“Of course doll, it’s a good thing I’m here.”

“It is,” you echo. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He gently brushes his fingers over your ankle, inspecting it.

“Come on doll. Let’s get some ice on this.”

When you reach the door of your apartment Bucky props you up against his side, his hand secured around your waist and his fingers slipping under your shirt when he moves so you can get your keys.

He sucks in a breath at the contact and you give him a confused look.

“What happened?”

“Nothin’,” he answers, willing his fingers to stay put and not explore your soft skin. “Got your keys?”

“Right here,” you say and hand them over.

He unlocks the door and helps you inside.

“We forgot the pizza!” you say, whirling around and nearly falling over since you’re mostly supporting yourself on one leg.

He reaches out and snakes his arm around your waist again. “Woah, careful doll face.”

You place a palm on his chest and lean into him. “I’m hungry.”

“I’ll order a pizza right now. Don’t worry.”

“Order two. You practically eat a whole one yourself.”

“True,” he winks.

He pulls out his phone and starts to dial the pizza place.

“Wanna stay and watch a movie?” you ask.

His fingers pause and hover over the buttons as he looks up at you. “Which movie?”

“Hmm…how about Magic Mike?”

“Doll.”

“Alien?”

“You won’t sleep for weeks,” he says with a stern look.

“Fine! What about…” and you tap your chin.

“Notting Hill,” he suggests.

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”

“Sure,” he shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “Steve said I should watch it.”

You give him a wide smile and push from his grasp, limping toward your bedroom. Bucky watches until you safely sit yourself on the bed and then goes to the freezer to grab a frozen bag of vegetables.

“I can’t wait until the pizza gets here,” you sigh as you start to unbutton your shirt. He tries to focus on what you’re saying but when you pull the fabric from your shoulders and reveal the light camisole beneath he suddenly feels like a trapped animal needing to either pounce or run away at full speed.

“Will you put the movie on Buck? I don’t want to get up again.”

You collapse back onto the bed and needing the closest distraction he takes the bag of peas and places it on your ankle, adjusting it so it doesn’t fall.

“Thanks,” you say. “Don’t forget the movie Buck.”

He blinks at you several times. “You want to watch it in here? What about the couch?”

He gestures to himself. “Look at me. I can’t get in your bed like this. I’m a sweaty mess.”

“You smell good to me but if you want to shower, there are extra towels in the hall closet.”

You hear the water turn on a few minutes later and realize you’re thirsty so you peel yourself off the bed and limp to the kitchen, knowing Bucky will reprimand you when he realizes you got up without his help.

Once you have your water you go back to your bedroom and wait for the shower to turn off, closing your eyes briefly.

You don’t even realize you’ve lightly dozed off until you hear Bucky’s heavy tread on the wood floor. You open your eyes and see him standing in the doorway, filling the entire frame.

Shirtless. Skin still shiny with wetness and his jeans sitting low on his hips, revealing the V shape of his muscles. And then you drag your eyes higher and stare at his abs, now flexing as he lifts the towel and rubs it over his hair one last time.

His metal arm shines under the bright lights in your room, distracting you further but not enough to miss the droplet of water that escapes the swipe of the towel and rolls down his sharp jaw before sliding down his neck and between his pecs. It get’s lost somewhere in the valleys of his six pack but your eyes move down again, landing on the dark trail of hair below his belly button.

“Did you forget I was here doll face?” he asks.

The sound of his voice pulls you from your haze and your eyes shoot up to his.

“No…” you start. “I just…I don’t understand.”

“Understand what?”

“How?”

“Doll did you hit your head when you fell?”

“NO!” you answer far too loudly. “It’s not that. I’m fine. My ankle just hurts but I don’t understand how you have those abs.”

You motion to his stomach and he looks down.

“You eat whole pizzas!”

He throws his head back with a laugh and then drops the towel into your hamper. He’s still grinning when he rounds the bed and climbs in behind you, all his muscles flexing as he settles in.

“Yeah well, I run a lot…and you know the serum helps.”

Your laughter eases the tension a little but only until he places his hands beneath his head and stretches out, making your bed feel tiny.

“Why don’t you ever bring girls around Buck?”

Your question surprises both of you and your apology catches in your throat.

He sits up without warning and reaches for your glass of water, taking a long sip.

“Forget I asked,” you mumble. “I shouldn’t have.”

He shakes his head and takes another drink.

“Do you want me to bring girls around?”

Your immediate reaction is to inwardly scream NO! but instead you ask, “would we still be able to hang out like we do?”

“Probably not doll face,” he says and shifts closer. “Pretty sure you’d make any girl jealous.”

“Then no,” you whisper. “No girls.”

You look away with the admission and then blurt out.

“You smell like my bodywash now. Did you use my shampoo too?”

“Nah,” he murmurs. “Just used the bar soap.”

You face him again and then lean over to sniff his head.

“You definitely used it, don’t lie!”

Capitalizing on having you so close Bucky wraps his arm around you and draws you against his side. Your head lands on his shoulder and you instantly relax, feeling safe and warm.

“You smell good. I like it,” he murmurs.

“I like the way you smell better,” you say sleepily, mumbling something else incoherent before you start to doze off.

You wake slowly and as the heaviness of sleep wears off you open your eyes to partial darkness and become acutely aware of the hum of anticipation that travels over your sensitized and warm skin. You feel taut and the building pressure between your legs makes you rub your thighs together.

Bucky’s steadying breath makes you turn in his arms, your chest brushing his. You can feel your pulse beat against your skin, pounding wildly all over your body.

For long seconds you study his face and then your eyes are obscured by your lashes when your gaze travels lower, over his bare chest and then even lower to the obvious bulge in his jeans.

“Bucky I…”

Your eyes lock for a fleeting moment and then his gaze drops to your mouth. He dips his head, running his nose along your jaw until his lips lightly brushing the skin of your cheek.

“If you want me to stop…tell me now.”

You say nothing, his delicate touch making your entire body tremble. Then his lips graze yours, just barely, the quick taste not nearly enough.

“Or now…”

Your eyes are closed and you make no sound.

He presses his lips to yours, softly at first, searching and waiting for you to react but when a moan gathers at the back of your throat it’s all the reassurance he needs and he sweeps his thumb across your cheek, cradling your face and angling your head for a deeper taste.

When he rolls his hips you feel the fullness of his arousal against your belly and your lips part on a gasp. A low growl rumbles in his chest and he pulls away to look at you.

“Is that for me?” you ask, still breathless.

“It’s all yours…if you want it.”

His eyes darken with the words and you see the heat in his intense gaze but it only makes you feel coveted and safe.

“I want you Bucky. I don’t want anyone but you.”

@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @kmc1989 @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814

#marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel reader insert #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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Missing Pieces - Part 17

Pairing: Nurse!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Head Injury, Implied suicidal thoughts, Implied Smut, Angst, Mentions of a car wreck, Fluff

Word Count: 3,544

A.N: This is Part 17 of Missing Pieces. Please let me know what you think!

Series Masterlist

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean smiles down at you as your eyes slowly open, his fingers gently running through your hair. “Sleep good?”

“Yeah,” you yawn as you snuggle up more into Dean’s arms.

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also I just KNOW villain texts crazy memes (read crazy memes as TYPPS MEMES) to Bucky but he's old and doesn't understand them. so he asks Mr sam Wilson. bad choice. sam makes fun of Bucky. Sam texts villain, spilling the tea about Bucky not understanding the memes. Villain makes fun of Bucky. and it goes on and on and onnnnnn

a typos inspired chapter? in MY harmless? more likely than you think 

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

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