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moonchildlov · 1 year

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“Laugh through it sometimes…”

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky has had to cope alone with his nightmares until you arrived in his life. Little did he think laughter would do the trick.

Mentions: fluff, nightmares, laughter

(I’m exposing a bad dream i used to have 😂 thank you childhood nightmares 😂😘 hope this makes you laugh some)

Bucky never gets sleep, always waking up to no one there. The heavy breathing, shaking. He thought they would go away eventually but until then, he just had to endure. At least this time around, he isn’t alone.

It’s only been a month maybe since you two started seeing each other. You both like to explore, be curious about things. Found common interests like when he told you he likes forties music and you took him to an old antique shop you used to work showing him all records. He was like a kid in a candy factory seeing albums that he thought wouldn’t even exist still. You liked that he had this hidden part of him. He might look brooding and definitely can be. With you, he turned into a cinnamon roll and you loved every minute of it.

You would invite him over to watch movies or hang out he loved that he could fill up his days with you then be wondering around the city. A nice change. Although you two never really spent the night together, you knew he had a past, you didn’t know everything but no matter you couldn’t see yourself giving up someone as amazing as him in your eyes especially when he didn’t see it. This time you were at his place made a big fort in his living room which actually made him less embarrassed that he didn’t have a lot of furniture. You guys spent the whole day watching movies, talking, curled in his arms most of it. He just worried that if you spent the night you would see what happens and he felt like you shouldn’t.

You tried to keep yourself awake as long as possible but with the smell of his fresh balsam cologne and the warmth of his chest as it rises and falls when he breathes it just started to pull you under. You said you would let him take you home but by then Bucky was half asleep himself and you both just knocked out.

As the night carried on to the bewitching hour, Bucky once again found himself jolting awake sitting up, breathing heavy, sweating, shaking. He bunched part of the blanket in his hands zoning out. He heard stirring which made him jump but remembering you were next to him oh god you were next to him and the fears of not knowing if he hurt you in sleep made him panic more.

“Mm Bucky…you okay?” You say half asleep finding his arm rubbing it. “Yeah…i…Mm it’s nothing,” he sounds out of breath you sit up wrapping your arm around his neck rubbing his shoulder. “Hey it’s okay…you can tell me,” you say softly to him running a hand through his hair it was wet some from him sweating so much it made you pout seeing him get like this.

“I..hydra, the usual…” he sighs. You nod listening to him then eventually get up giving him some water to help. “Wanna hear a bad dream I had before…well I have a few but this one,” you sigh out.

“What was it?” Bucky rubs your shoulder. “When I was a kid i used to like watching the muppets like with Kermit and all of them sometimes with my parents.”

Bucky looks at you so confused “uh huh…”

“Listen it get worse okay, ya know miss piggy. Well I would have recurring nightmares of her tying me up and then standing in the corner of my room watching me I couldn’t scream she ducked tape my mouth and then I would wake up breathing hard crying,”

“What?!” He bursts out in laughter he can’t help it he hasn’t heard something so quirky before.

You laugh with him hard holding your stomach “Hey this is traumatizing okay,” you say in between giggles

“Yeah I bet it was…do you need to come with me to the next therapy session hm tell them about this incident,” he laughs tickling you hard. It did make him feel a lot better actually.

You both eventually calm down after a bit laying down again your head on his chest “I think I can spend the night more often now okay buck…you don’t need to be alone when these happen,” you say lifting your head up some facing him.

He was hesitant at first but nodded “okay…if I ever hurt you…you gotta tell me okay,” he says making a compromise. “Okay,” you say meeting his lips kissing him softly.

“And if you ever ya know get these dreams about miss piggy you let me know…” he says biting his lip laughing again.

“Screw you barnes,” you roll your eyes laughing a little kissing him more.

“Mm I love to screw you…” he smirks getting on top of you. “Bucky…” you groan laughing a little there was no way you two were gonna sleep now.

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky fic #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fanfiction #reader pov #beefy bucky #bucky imagine #bucky x you #bucky fluff #bucky needs a hug

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Boyfriend!Bucky vibes

Long distance — FaceTime calls, texting, missing each other, counting down the days until you’re reunited 📱

moodboard masterlist

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sebastianbuckyleefowler · 2 years

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your camera roll + pov (instagram caption) as Sebastian's wife/hubby

1 : "he wanted to go on a walk during his break, now we are lost and waiting that someone from the staff come save us"

2 : "i don't know, he send me this, out of nowhere, but he's cute"

3 : "he just create a tiktok account guys... be aware of what you post now"

4 : "wake up too early but w/ this handsome view, it's ok"

5 : "he try to learn me some romanian expressions, but it seems like it's not that yet"

6 : "pre met gala, my bubblegum man"

7 : " this, is for Anthony Mackie, i hate this sofa, you could come take it when ?"

8 : "i love waking up from a nap and see this"

9 : "he will kills me for asking my sister to push him into the pool (btw, she run away really fast, thank you sweetie)"

10 : "in your opinion, he works or he watches your edits ? the right answer is in the question"

(sorry for spellings mistakes, english is not my first language)

#sebastian stan #sexy sebass #sebastian stan x reader #pov

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trappedwriter · 2 years

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Chapter 8

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes amputation, ddlg vibes and pure fluff.

Authors Note: Hi everyone, thank you for all the love and support, I really do appreciate it. If you have any feedback or suggestions, please leave me a comment.

Jessica’s POV

Today was the worst day! After having my lovely shower, I struggled to get my leg back on. I then couldn’t get any skinny jeans on. So, I had to settle for overalls and a cute graphic tee. My hair dryer decided to blow a fuse and just stop working altogether. Resulting in me plaiting my hair in pigtail braids. It was not the vibe.

I clambered up onto one of my stool chairs and stretched up as high as I could to reach the my cupboards. After all that effort I yanked them open to find completely bare shelves. I really didn’t want to leave the house today, but things needed to get done. I did a load of laundry (including bun-bun , I must've spilled something on her while I was drunk on the night of the accident cause she stank and there were a couple of crusty marks on her) and left to do my morning errands. I still felt uneasy leaving the house and double checked that I locked my doors. “There’s nothing to worry about, you’re going to be okay” I thought and turned quickly. Inhaling all the good and positive thoughts and exhaling all of the negative ones.

With my cute canvas tote in hand and my backpack slung over my shoulder, I started to make my way into town. Grateful that I didn’t live too far away and was only about a ten minute walk, well it used to be, I guessed it would take me a bit longer now, but I needed to get used to walking again

I popped into the local pharmacy to pick up more of my prescription. I was total blown away by the price, $247 for 2 months’ worth of painkillers and muscle relaxers. Thankfully I had insurance and that covered my medication and brought the price down to $14. After picking up some unnecessary skincare and makeup, I went to supermarket and grabbed some food for a couple of days. I finished up my morning (now afternoon) by grabbing some brunch. There’s this cute little café in town that makes the best French toast. I go in and immediately feel like everyone is watching me. Eyes follow me and whispers start to form. It’s been like this all morning. Sure, I love the attention, but so much of it was starting to make me uncomfortable.

Thankfully the lady at the counter shouted “next” and I placed my order. I sat down at a window seat and scrolled through Instagram whilst I waited. A couple of minutes go by, and I’m pulled away by a plate put in front of me and a strawberry lemonade.

“Here you go sweetie,” said the waitress.

“Thanks”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but it seems you’ve had a bit of an accident?”

The room went silent, and the music was turned down slightly. Not subtle at all.

“Oh yeah, well. I was moving furniture about, and one thing led to another, and my leg got crushed. There was nothing they could do so they had to chop it off. Doctors said I have weak bones due to cancer. I’ll be starting treatment soon” The words all tumbled out in a rush and I could see her flinch back a bit as they crashed into her.

“Oh sweetie, that’s terrible and you’re so young” She said after a moments pause to take it all in. Her eyebrows dropped and her shocked face morphed into one of concern

“Yeah.” I sagged a bit suddenly tired after expressing so much to someone in person, it wasn't the same as telling everyone online. Rather than the excitement and desire to keep going I normally had I mostly just wanted the conversation to end.

“Well, I’ll let you get stuck into your food and you let me know if you need anything ok?" She squeezed my shoulder as she said this and I mumbled back a noncommittally reply while trying to subtly shrink out of her grip”.

I snapped a quick pic and ate quickly not wanting to be under everyone’s stares. Before leaving I ordered another lemonade to go. As soon as I left the café my phone started going off. I had thousands of notifications from Instagram. I tried to ignore them and started to walk home. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the app. I continued walking periodically looking up making sure I didn’t bump into anything. But a message from asos saying that they wanted to work with me, it made me lose complete focus and then THUD!

I bumped into a huge figure, my lemonade went everywhere. My clothes and tote bag were completely drenched. Thankfully my phone was spared from the sticky liquid.

“What the fuck?!” I said, pissed as hell

“Oh my gosh, I’m so so sorry. Are you okay?”

I looked up at the figure and completely melted. He was absolutely gorgeous. He had dark brown hair and steel blue eyes. His facial expression was soft and concerned. All my anger vanished in an instant.

“Oh…I’m okay” I say, my cheeks blushing bright red.

He crouched down to my height. Eyes wandering all over me.

“That’s good. I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. But I’m glad you’re okay, wouldn’t want you to be upset. I’m Sebastian”. He said with a soft smile.

“I’m Jessica” I say shyly. I don’t know why I’m so shy. Maybe it his soft looks, his smile, or the fact that he seemed so genuinely concerned.

“That’s a pretty name. Are your parents picking you up? I could wait with you and explain what happened.”

“Thank you. No, they don’t live here. I was just walking home”. My stomach dropped and my face would have gone red with shame if it wasn't red already. I felt so stupid for wearing my pigtails and overalls of course he thought I was a kid.

“Wait what, you’re walking home by yourself? I know the town is small but is it safe for a little girl like you to be walking home.” He said, once again concerned written all over his face.

“Oh yeah. It is, I’ve lived here my whole life, also I know I look small. And well I am but I’m actually 19. I just have bad genetics”.

“Well, you definitely fooled me. But you’re still as cute as a button.” He said and then booped my nose. I flinched back, but couldn't suppress a giggle even though I was sure it made me look even more like a little girl.

“Hey, what would you say if I asked you out for dinner. Seeing as I ruined your clothes and your day?” He smiled at me again and I felt a pool of drool forming at the corner of my mouth. My heart pounded so hard that I was sure he would be able to hear it and my face was so hot I was worried it would burn.

“You didn’t ruin my day, you actually made it better. I would love to.”

His soft smile turned into a big contagious one. His face lit up when I said yes and he slightly blushed.

“How about the cute little 50’s diner, say about 8 o’clock?”

“Sounds like a plan. Oh! Put your number into my phone, just in case I’m a little late.”

I hand over my phone and he proceeded to put in his number and hand it back to me. I sent him a text, I know he just gave me it but I needed some confirmation otherwise I would think this was all a dream by the time I got home.

Hi, it’s Jessica ☺️

His phone pinged and he smiled when he saw the notification.

“Okay, I’ll see you at 8. Are you sure you’re ok walking home by yourself?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you at 8”.

I waved goodbye and rushed home with the biggest smile on my face.

Chapter 9

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belovasarcher · 2 years

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POV - You just watched James fall down HARD. Here are the reactions 😂

#black widow #buckynat #comics #marvel #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #winterwidow #nat x bucky #wintersoldier x black widow #yelena #first person pov #marvel pov #incorrect marvel cinematic universe #poor james

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steffswxrld · 2 years

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Sebastian Stan imagine as Tommy Lee.

POV: you’re a drummer for the up coming 80’s band Gun’s n Roses also working as a Coyote in the big city of New York.

original imagine by kvermilyea00

The poster stared you down as your eyes skim the blue and black ink that was so artistically printed. The bold letters reading Elite Showcase in black and white.

As if that’s what your band was… Elite.

But standing there amongst Nirvana, Oasis, Foo Fighters— you guys were the outliers. You guys didn’t stand a chance against these big names in music.

Truth be told, you guys were probably one of the more recent bands, that being said, we have a lot to learn.

And I mean a lot.

Didn’t mean you guys weren’t prodigies when it came to music.

But that didn’t stop you from entering this competition. With your label dropping your band on their asses, you needed this last ditch effort to sign a new record deal.

You rip the page clean off the wall in anger at the position you were in. For fuck sake, as the drummer— you had a lot of input about the band’s future. Which no one obviously gave a shit about. But there you were.

Fighting for the band, yet again.

Your attention gets ripped from the pathetic flyer in your hand when a deep raspy voice cuts through the white noise with such vigor.

“Wassup fuckers!” A dark haired man with thick chains and a black tank and leather pants on screams as loud as his voice will go. His dark eyes wander to yours before you duck your head in complete intimidation.

“Fuck sake.” You whisper to yourself as you focus on shielding your eyes from his.

‘Have you ever met the man? Because I haven’t— the dude is a total asshole’ you think to yourself.

Respectfully though, the man plays drums like the fuckin devil.

It’s empowering to watch him smash his sticks on the drums with such emotion.

His recent album release took off like a rocket—climbing the charts per usual for bands like that.

So it had you wondering why in the living hell would a band like that be playing here. Each band was all up and coming.

Mötley Crüe has definitely been made.

“Dude, you see who just walked in?”

“Who?”

“That gorgeous man over there.”

God he was fine. He looked familiar to you for some reason but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“It’s fine, we’ve got a killer line up made anyways.” You shrug, replying cockily. You were the drummer, it was in your nature to be the most carefree member of the group.

Fuck me running. You can’t compete with these people. The confidence slowly begins to dwindle. You especially can’t impress Mr. Hottie himself.

Yet here you are, the last band to play this evening. How is a band like yours supposed to follow Nirvana? Yeah, you don’t know either.

Sitting down, you place your foot on the pedal as you grip the drumsticks in hand. Nerves run through your body like it’s on fucking steroids. Looking around the room, you notice that people are too in tune with the open bar, taking the nerve levels down about a thousand notches.

And yet, you still feel as though you’re being watched.

That’s because you are.

His brown eyes lock with yours as you skim the barstools off to your right. You look behind yourself and realize quickly that he is in fact looking directly at you.

Never before had you ever wanted to shit your pants and puke all in one go, but there’s a first time for everything.

“And wrapping us up tonight we have returning to the stage… Gun’s n Roses!” The woman announced.

Your eyes remain stuck on his brown ones as you watch a cocky smile slowly pull at his cheeks, sending shivers down your spine.

As the song starts, so does your drum solo. The drumsticks pound on the surface, struggling to to break behind your rage you bring into each song.

As your foot keeps rhythm on the pedal, your eyes have yet to pull from his.

He watches as you play each note based on muscle memory, never missing a beat. You start to sweat as your hair plastered itself to your face.

With the brimming confidence, you pound your head with each beat, really feeling the music.

Pounding the last note, you look into the crowd as you twirl the sick in your fingers. But the man was gone.

Getting off the stage, you wipe your face with the towel sitting there waiting for you. As you pull it down to your chest, you open your eyes only to see the dark haired man standing before you.

“Jesus— dude! You can’t do that!” You scream as you fall a few steps back.

His arm was placed on the wall above his tall stature, leaning his weight to the side. “That was some serious drumming up there.” He states.

“Thanks.” You say back, not an ounce of interest dripping from your words. “Look man, I’m late for my shift.” You push past him but his hand catches your arm.

“Woah there. I’d like to see you again. Can I get your number?” He slides his body in front of yours.

Stopping, you look annoyingly at him, “No.”

He shrugs it off as you walk past him, “Okay, well then can I at least know your name?” He asks, catching up to you.

Turning around, you give the same answer. “No.”

“Fine, then where can I find you.” He questions.

You chuckle at his forwardness, “I’m not telling you that.”

He prays his hands to his mouth, his eyes grow big as if to pout, “Then tell me one thing. Anything!” He bursts out, climbing to his tippy toes with angst.

You roll your eyes, “Fine… I’m a Coyote.” You drop your head as you reach for your jacket.

“What does that even mean?” His eyes squint dramatically.

“If you’re smart you’ll figure it out. You are in fact in the Big Apple. But like I said, I’m late.” You smile and wink at him.

You vanish past the many doors until you’re out in the back alley. Walking down a few block, you find the metal door full of band stickers and pictures of beer girls plastered on posters.

The door jam reads “Coyote Ugly”, the name of the bar you worked at 5 nights a week. It was like a second home to you.

Swinging the heavy door open with all your strength, you almost run into the body guard on duty. “Hey Eric.” You nod in his direction before walking back to the dressing room.

Pulling on your low rise leather pants with a large belt buckle, you throw on a very revealing red leather tank top, topping it all off with a matte black cowboy hat.

Walking out to the bar area, the room is already packed. Men of all ages with already two drinks in their hands ready for a good night.

Lilly, your boss, comes up behind you “Hey girly, you ready to start us off strong?” She asks slamming her hands on your shoulders.

“You know it!” You reply with a wary tone.

Lilly notices how off you seem, “Hey, how did the showcase go?”

“Fine, but a guy wouldn’t leave me alone. Just annoyed that’s all.” You shrug off, shaking it all out before climbing up to the edge of the bar.

The first few words belt out,

Step inside, walk this way

You and me babe

Hey hey!

You start strutting down the bar, stopping as you swing your hair around, moving your hips with the rhythm. Squatting down slowly, you swing your hips, teasing each man in the room.

Dropping to your knees, you look the men in their eyes with a smile.

Reaching behind you— grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels— you fill the man’s shot glass to the top, receiving his money.

Standing up, you walk back across the bar, pouring the dark liquor all over the counter top.

Take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pulling a match from the box above, you strike it against the back of your tooth, setting it aflame.

Throwing it down, the entire stream of liquor lights up.

Every man’s eyes light up as they watch the fire glow in size, in which you walk straight through.

I’m hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet

Yeah!

Swinging your head around once more, your eyes lock with his in the back of the room.

You can’t take them off of his.

As the beat pounds harder and harder into the void of the room, you start playing the air-drums on either side of you.

Your eyes stay locked in his as you watch him soak in ever inch of you.

He slowly makes his way to the front of the room, placing an arm on the bar.

Looking down, you smile at him, proud that he figured it out.

He was really here. You were almost worried you were too cold earlier but yet you were wrong. Clearly.

A smile unconsciously spreads on your face. You swing your hips a little more as you serve the alcohol down the line.

Jumping down behind the bar, you turn and swing two different types of whiskeys in your hands before tipping them over to pour into shot glasses.

“Uhm, I don’t know if you know this, but Tommy Lee has been staring at you all night.” Lilly squeaks behind you, as she can’t contain an ounce of her excitement.

Your eyes nearly fall out of your head, “That- that’s Tommy Lee?”

“The one and only!” She shouts with excitement. “Go serve him a drink… on the house.” She winks.

Breathing in and out, you take a deep breath before walking up to him.

“So, I figured out your little riddle.” His voice groans and his eyes look at you with ounces of lust.

“So you have.” You smile. “What can I get you?” You ask him, looking down at each bottle you have.

“Your name… and number.”

You giggle a little bit.

This was Tommy fucking Lee. Asking for your number.

Pulling a napkin from the bar, you take the pen from the glass jar. “Here’s the number.” You smile.

“And the name?”

The name… right.

“Name’s y/n.”

#tommy lee #coyote ugly #sebastian stan #y/n pov #1980s music #motley crue #Spotify

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mvsticmoony · 2 years

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yeah…

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hannahshattuck · 2 years

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Let’s admit it. There’s worst things to be obsessed with.

Gif made by me 😊

#sebastian stan #pov you’re girlfriend/boyfriend sneaking pictures and got caught #he’s pretty #I love this highlighter

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blackjackmagi83 · 2 years

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You Are My Heaven (3) - His Promise

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader

Summary: It's been 6 painful years since the tragedy of losing Bucky. But is he truly gone? How will you feel if he returned like he had promised all those years ago?

Note: For now this is the last part but if requested I can add on to this little series!

Hope you enjoy!

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“Make sure you come back to me, Bucky.”

“I will. I promise.”

But he never did.

It’s been six years since that magical night together. You can remember it as if it happened yesterday, even after all these years. It was one of the few memories you couldn’t let go of. The beginning started off as good as it could’ve went being long distance in the middle of a war. You wrote back and forth for a solid year until one day the letters stopped coming. It made you fear the worst but you never received a certified letter or heard from his family. It gave you false hope but you were determined to hold on to the possibility that he was ok if not merely injured and in recovery.

But that day eventually came.

Your eyes fell to the hat displayed on the fireplace mantel, his letters neatly stacked and tied together with a piece of string, besides your favorite framed picture. His mother had given his hat to you once all his stuff was shipped home along with the heart wrenching letter sent from his superiors.

There was a thickness to the air today, a feeling of dread was deep in your chest. It made your mind race with possibilities but was cut short from a knock at the door. Upon opening it stood Mrs. Barnes, her back turned towards you.

Somethings wrong..

“Mrs. Barnes, I wasn’t expecting y-”

Her face had said it all when she turned to face you. In her hands held his hat and a crinkled letter. She pushed the items towards you, barely holding herself together, “H-He’s - I’m so sorry Y/N. He w-would have wanted you to have this.”

You hesitantly opened the letter. You didn’t want to read it. Didn’t want to believe the words written beneath your hands.

“Dear Mrs. Barnes and family,

We are deeply sorry to inform you that James Buchanan Barnes has been lost to battle. A medal of honor will be given in his name for his effort and bravery. His uniform and belongings will be sent to your home once they are gathered. Unfortunately his body was never recovered in which we are unable to send any remains for burial or cremation. We send our deepest condolences on your loss.

-Commander Philips

Your hand covered your mouth in attempts to hold your sobs in but failed miserably, leaning against the door for support, “No - H-He can’t be. He can’t be-”

Mrs. Barnes collapsed against the wooden floor, her hand holding on to his dog tags that now sat around her neck, “Oh god my boy is gone! My boy..He’s gone…”

You followed suit of her, holding onto each other as you sobbed. You never knew you could feel so much pain before. Even your father’s death didn’t compare to this. At least you spent most of your life with him while Bucky never was able to give you that opportunity.

The memories of that time were still agonizing to this day. It hasn’t gotten easier even with the passing years. You just couldn’t bear to part with him. Maria couldn’t even take your mind away from him. Nothing could.

You barely heard the phone ring, your mind had muted everything around you as you sat against the plush cushions of the couch. The cigarette sat between your fingers, letting the burning ash fall to the floor. His letters scattered in your lap, partially opened and read. Your tears were staining a few of the pages, smearing the ink but you were too numb to move them back to their place along the mantel. Your eyes didn’t move from the framed picture that rested besides the wool and leather rimmed hat. It was the two of you from the day he left before he got on the bus. It was your last kiss, last hug, last everything. You could still hear his words playing through your head.

“I’ll be home before you know it. I promise. I love you."

Subconsciously growing tired of the ringing, your free hand picked up the handle, the metal feeling as if it was burning against your skin. They had grown numb from lack of movement, the sudden sensation awakening the nerves throughout it.

“Hello?” Your voice was broken from lack of use and cigarette smoke.

“Y/N you sound horrible.”

You brought the cigarette to your lips, filling your lungs with warmth, watching the smoke haze up the image as you exhaled. The feeling was the closest feeling to the warmth he used to give you, “That’s what happens when you smoke and cry all day. It fucks you up a bit.”

You felt irritated by her voice. What did she expect? You were grieving, of course you were going to sound miserable.

“Honey…I thought you couldn’t stand cigarettes after your father-”

You cut her off growing further irritated, “Yes I can’t stand them but it’s the only thing that doesn’t make me black out. It helps give me something to feel. I’m tired of being numb. I want to feel him again. I want to feel the warmth of him, his hands, his kisses, all of it! But I will never get that back so excuse me for wanting a few damn cigarettes so I can feel something besides this misery.”

It was true. You despised cigarettes due to your father’s habit. He smoked multiple packs a day till his lungs collapsed and died. It was sudden and hard to cope with his loss. But you found the comfort he had sought for when smoking. Smoking made you develop awful anger issues though. It made your voice become scratchy, making it difficult to talk for long periods of time. But you’d do anything to take away the memories and the depression that followed behind them. Even if it meant changing you.

The other side of the line grew quiet for a moment, “I’m just worried about you Y/N..”

“And I just want to be left alone.” You hung up without letting her get another word in. The cigarette fell from your hands as you brought them to your face, sobbing into your palms.

I told you Bucky…I fucking told you..

She gave you space you desired after that. Giving you a month before making a visit to your house in an attempt to talk again. It was the only way she knew that you wouldn’t run away from the situation.

"Y/N, this isn’t good for you. You’re smoking almost a pack a day, you look like you haven’t slept in weeks and you sound like an 80 year old man. We need to do something before we lose you too.” She pinched the bridge of her nose trying to contain her tears, “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost you Y/N. You’re family to me, a sister. Please help yourself before it’s too late. He wouldn’t want this for you.”

She wasn’t wrong. Packs of empty cigarette cartridges and piles of ashes laid around the living room floor. The walls were becoming stained with nicotine residue. Your eyes were bloodshot and heavily bagged from lack of sleep. When you slept you dreamt of him. Of his smile, his laugh, his touch. But when you awoke the pain worsened, feeling the empty space besides you and the coldness against your skin. You felt it was better to push through the fatigue as long as you could instead of enduring another dream.

You let her pull you into her arms, your body tingling all over from being touch starved, “Everywhere I look I see him and it’s unbearable Maria. I just want him back. I want him home.”

"I know honey."

She held you closer letting you sob against her chest. For once in the recent months, you felt a little better.

You walked over to where his hat stood, pressing your forehead against the rim.

“Please come home. Come back to me, Bucky.” You laughed humorlessly at yourself, “If only that was possible…”

You felt tears welling in your eyes, holding your hands to your chest, pressing the golden ring close to your heart. You had later found out it had been his mother’s ring sometime after he deployed, passed down from generation to generation. After his passing you tried returning it to her, feeling guilty for holding onto such a valuable keepsake that wasn't yours. But his mother refused it back, her words holding onto a place in your heart.

“He gave it to you for a reason darling. It’s yours now. Welcome to the family Y/N.”

You smiled at the memory, taking a step back and staring at the mini memorial one last time before making your way to your kitchen. It felt like time had flown by since you came home from work, the clock hanging from the wall chiming as it reached six pm. You had the record player on in the background, playing one of the many records Bucky left behind. The music relaxed you, helping you focus on the task at hand better than if it were silent.

Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be. Dream a little dream of me.

You hummed along to the song, beginning to prepare dinner for yourself.

“Y/N…”

You nearly cut into your finger as your body suddenly went rigid, the knife slipping from your hand. Your brain was pulling another cruel joke on you again. It had played his voice like this multiple times over the years but this time it felt real.

“Why must you be so cruel..He’s not really here..He’s gone Y/N.” You coached yourself, holding the knife steady again but you couldn’t bring yourself to move it.

“Y/N I am here..I’m right here..” His voice was right behind your ear, startling you enough to make you turn around.

There he stood before you. He looked the same but older at the same time. His hair was shorter than when you saw him last. He had a five o clock shadow growing along his face and small bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in a long time. Your eyes skimmed his body, taking note of how abnormally built he had become, his figure easily filled the doorway. Something more interesting caught your eyes though. His left arm was no longer made of flesh. It looked to be made of some sort of metal, painted fully in black with gold in the striped cracks. It glistened against the sunlight coming in from the window.

Bucky’s eyes followed yours, pausing on the arm for a few moments before looking back at you, “Y/N I can ex-”

Hearing his voice made you snap away from the arm, closing your eyes still trying to make out if this was real or not, “H-How-” You took a moment in an attempt to regain your breath, “They told me you died. I saw the letter, the dogtags. T-They said - They said your body was never recovered...”

You heard him sigh and step towards you, “It’s a very long and painfully complicated story. It’s something I don’t want you to hear.”

You instantly take a step away from him, pressing yourself into the counter forcing the knife to fall out of your hand again. The noise made you jump in place, irritating you further, “You came back from the grave with a metal arm for fucks sake Bucky. How could I not need to hear it?”

He sighed, pulling his hand back to his side as backed away a few steps, giving you more space. He was no longer looking at you but looking at his hands, a distant look in his eyes, “I fell off a train during one of our missions, my body was later found by the enemy. They turned me into a super soldier just like they did to Steve but different..They replaced the arm I lost from the fall with a metal one. Not this one, this one was an upgrade from a friend but anyway..They made me a monster. They brainwashed and tortured me until i had no control over myself. It's hard to remember much else and the rest is far too complicated to explain. I just know I did things I'm not proud of."

You tried to process the information as you watched him. He was so different in every way possible but he still seemed like his old self. The one you once knew. You knew deep down he wasn’t completely lost though.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble out, slowly pushing yourself away from the counter.

He shook his head, his eyes still on his hands. He had a pained smile on his face, “There’s nothing to be sorry for doll, especially not towards me. If anyone is to be sorry it’s me.”

Your body shivered hearing the old nickname. It still had the same effect on you as it did in the beginning. You felt it would affect you forever.

Your confidence grew the closer you approached him. You felt him watching you, his eyes seeming to follow your every move. You slowly brought your hand towards the metal arm, hearing the low hum from the mechanics held within it. Bucky’s body tensed as your hand laid on the upper bicep of the arm, feeling the mild vibration it gave off.

“Does it hurt?”

The metal fingers closed, flexing open after a couple seconds causing the plates to shift effortlessly, “Not anymore.”

Your eyes looked up to meet his, “I’m not just talking about physical pain Bucky.”

He looked away, his eyes going distant again, “I don’t know.”

You nodded in mild understanding, your hand slowly sliding up his shoulder and neck to cup his cheek forcing him to look at you again. You felt your eyes well up with tears as you scanned his face, taking in all the new details.

“I missed you.”

He wearily wraps his arms around your waist, getting a nod of consent, pulling you against his chest lightly, “I missed you too Y/N. You have no idea.”

His own eyes were welling up with tears, the two of you silently crying out of shock and joy. You moved your other hand up to cup both cheeks, pulling him down to bring your lips to his. The stubble on his face sending tingles through your cheeks. It was a short kiss but it was sweet and brought back everything you missed dearly.

“You kept the ring.”

He sounded genuinely surprised, his hand laying over yours feeling the metal against his skin. You watched as he placed gentle kisses along your palm, his brow furrowed as if in pain.

Oh what have they done to you my love.

He held onto you tighter as he fought internally with himself, his breath quickening as if he was beginning to have a panic attack, "I-I wasn't sure if you-"

You cut him off before he could speak the words, rubbing his cheek soothingly, “No, I never took it off once. Well, only the one time when I tried to give it back to your mother. But she said you gave it to me for a reason and refused to accept it back. So, it’s been on my finger since.” You sigh, "There's never been anyone else. Nobody but you.”

Bucky chuckled to himself, finally looking back at you. His eyes held so much pain, darkness swirling within them, "I would've thought Maria would have tried something knowing her."

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at her many attempts, "Oh she tried."

"Come on Y/N! He's such a nice guy you'll like him I promise. Just give him a chance please." Maria childishly pouted, sitting on the edge of your bed as you changed.

“You said that about the last one and he sat there talking about himself the whole time. I think I’ll pass Maria.”

“What about that guy, the police officer? Jeffery? No that's not it..John? John! You said he wasn’t bad.”

You laid next to her on the bed, sighing as you recall the mediocre date, “Another alpha male with zero romance and minimal charm. The flowers he gave me were nice at least though.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a beau who will win that stubborn heart of yours.”

You chuckled under your breath, “Maria, I am more than happy being a single woman right now. I’ve come to terms with what happened. I want to spend my time enjoying life for now. Maybe take some time to travel.”

“Alright fine but if you're going anywhere you better take me with you. I refuse to be here by myself while you explore the world and have all the fun.”

“Wouldn't imagine it without you, even if you are annoying.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence as you laid your head against his shoulder, breathing in his scent. You could hear the low beat of his heart against your ear, the feel of his hands rubbing the skin that peaked out from your shirt affectionately.

God, I'm so happy. Please don’t let this be a dream..

His arms tightened around you as he spoke, "Did Thomas-"

"No..He got honorably discharged. He lost his legs from stepping on a mine. He was happy when he came home but we all knew he was hiding his pain for our sake. He would never walk again, never be able to do much by himself anymore. I knew it broke him but he still smiled and continued to be himself." You paused taking a moment to swallow the tears threatening to spill, "Until our mother died. He lost himself after that. He became aggressive towards everyone, especially me. For the sake of his safety and my own, I had him placed in a vets home. From what I've been told he's happy. I see him every few months to avoid causing another episode. It's hard, I miss him terribly but it's better for him and the least I could do is be happy with that."

Besides losing Bucky, losing both your mom and brother back to back was one of the worst moments in your life. Your brother couldn't look at you without experiencing a manic episode because you were a spitting image of your mother. It was hard to cope with for a long time.

Bucky gently moved your chin upwards, "I'm so sorry Y/N. I'm sorry you had to go through everything alone."

You smiled weakly, placing your hand over his wrist, squeezing it gently in reassurance, "I only wanted to be alone."

"Not if I was here you wouldn't have."

The record could be heard skipping from the other room, forcing you away from him. It allowed for you to take a breath and regain yourself for a moment. Bucky follows you through the archway into the living room, observing the little trinkets you had. You removed the player's needle, replacing the record with another one, not bothering to look at the cover.

"I see you kept my records." He smiled as he ran his fingers along the row of records, taking a moment to read a few of the covers before moving on to the next item of interest.

You grew mildly irritated at his calmness to the situation. Six years he's been gone, reportedly dead and he walks into your kitchen as if it's an ordinary day. As much as you wanted to welcome him home without any questions, you needed answers.

"James." You only used his real name when things got serious, "How are you here right now. We can't keep avoiding the question."

He was standing in front of the memorial, his hat being held in his hands as he glanced at the photograph beside it. It took him a while to say anything, the music filling in the silence between them.

He let out a humorless laugh, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

You crossed your arms against your chest, taking a seat in one of the arm chairs, "Try me."

He sighed, placing the hat back on its post before sitting across from you in the other chair, "Long story made very short, a purple alien named Thanos attacked earth, got his hands on magical stones, snapped his fingers leading to half the world disappearing including myself. Quite the experience. The superheroes that didn't get snapped away made a time machine and fixed what Thanos did which returned everyone back. Steve decided he wanted to come back to be with Peggy after that whole mess cleared up and asked if I wanted to try to come back as well. I said yes. Here we are."

It was a lot to register. You weren't sure how to react but even shocked couldn't describe the emotion running through you. He was right, you could barely believe him but you knew he wouldn't lie to you, "Well, I wasn't quite expecting that."

"None of us were."

The conversation grew quiet once again, the music flowing around them keeping it from becoming too uncomfortable. You didn't meet his gaze even as he bored his eyes into you. You felt his eyes inspect you, from your face to your legs, catching on any mark he found. It was difficult not to be uncomfortable. He was much more intimidating than before, the habits from his trauma still showing. You picked up on them earlier, watching how his eyes scanned every crevice of the house, how he watched every move you made as if you would attack him. How careful and deathly silent he walked around practically becoming undetected.

"May I have this dance?" His voice was gentle, careful not to startle you again.

He was now in front of you, the metal hand held waiting patiently. You thought you’d be scared of it knowing the power behind it, the damage its dealt. But you looked at it as if it wasn’t made of metal at all. Just another part of him to grow to love.

You smiled up at him and nodded as you slid your hand into his, your hand twitching at the sensation of the metal against it. You rested your head between his neck and shoulder as his arms engulfed you safely against him once again. You felt your emotions building as you swayed to the music, heart beats syncing as one.

I still remember every word you said. I'm not a soldier but I'm fighting. Can you hear me through the silence? I won't give up 'cause there will be a day. We'll meet again.

You smile against him as you listen to the lyrics, your body relaxing further into his. All the years of crying and gruesome pain was vanishing from within you. Everything you went through felt worth it. The man you’ve once lost, holding you close and dancing as if he’d never left.

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" His voice flowed through your ears, sending a wave of emotions through you making your heart jolt.

That line held all your memories together. From your first meeting to your first time to now. Such a special line that made you weak every time it was said. It was the string that tied around everything.

You couldn't hold in the tears anymore, letting them free flow down your cheeks as you caught each other's gaze, "Only you my love. Only you."

You captured each other's lips in sweet kisses, bodies swaying to the music. Everything was whole again.

He had kept his promise.

He was finally home.

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I love this. It’s packed a little too neatly, forced even, but the cathartic end won me over.

Sharper is a 2023 American psychological thriller film directed by Benjamin Caron and written by Brian Gatewood and Alessandro Tanaka. The film stars Julianne Moore (who also served as a producer), Sebastian Stan, Justice Smith, Briana Middleton, and John Lithgow.

#sharper #julianne moore #sebastian stan #justice smith #briana middleton #john lithgow #multiple povs #con #con artist #movie review #2023

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(I love the mob! Bucky POVs where he protects his bunny, but what if a turn of events he watches you take matters into your own hands….)

Mentions: slight angst, a bit of violence (choking), implied smut, fluff about it I think 😂

Mob! Bucky x Reader

(Not my best POV 😅 sounded a lot better in my head very short)

You were never really one to interrupt his business meetings. You kept yourself occupied as much as you could till he got out and you were all his for the rest of the day. Very few times you would find your way in there unless you desperately needed to tell him something that couldn’t wait. Of course he would stop the whole world for you. Nothing else mattered more than you.

When he first met you, you were very quiet. He as time went on found that you were quiet the talker engaged in conversation about things you were passionate about you just didn’t do it with everyone. You were more of an observer, pick and chose your battles. He did everything to make sure you were happy. Whatever you wanted you got, he always took care of you and you made it your business to return the favor but today…he would see how much you took care of him and yourself.

“No fucking way walker…” Bucky leaned back in the chair. He tolerated many mafia bosses made business arrangements but for some reason this boss decided to send a dumbass instead of face to face. He was not particularly found of him either . “This is the proposal and my boss won’t except anything less,” walker shifts in his chair scratching under his chin. Bucky rolls his eyes “Well tell your boss he can take my fucking boot and shove it right up his a-“ the door opens stopping his sentence. You walk in closing the door behind you. He is puzzled flashing you a look ‘what’s wrong’ he can tell by your facial expression your not exactly in a great mood.

You shrug just needing to be in his presence not feeling up to anything but having him hold you. “Carry on,” he tells the men refusing anyone to even glance in your direction. You walk over to the bar to pour a drink for him and yourself carrying both when you feel a pull on your clothes making you gasp looking back “Thanks,” Walker takes the drink out of your hand sipping it. “Your a peach…” he smacks your ass making you jolt slightly forward spilling some of the other drink in your hand. Bucky practically leaps out of the chair about to black out but Steve stops him mid way gesturing to you.

You moved so quickly to have your hand around walker’s neck long nails digging into his skin he face turns a shade “Next time you do that your fucking head will be smacking the ground…but if you like it rough let me know…I can make you experience all sorts of pain you never thought you could…got it…” you hissed before releasing he coughs holding onto his throat. “Get him out of here…all of you except her…leave,” Bucky orders everyone clears the room Steve showing walker the door with a shove.

You look down fixing your outfit avoiding his gaze. “Bunny…look at me,” he runs his fingers underneath your chin tilting it up to face him. “You were supposed to let me handle that…” he says. “I can handle myself…” your hands find a way to his chest playing with the buttons on his collar shirt.

“Mm but did you forget who is in charge around here…” he hands travel to your lower back down your ass squeezing biting his lip. “Remind me then…” you raise your eyebrow challenging his statement.

“I fucking will…let me take that roughness you have though…” he smirks biting your neck you tug on his hair “Whatever you say Barnes…” you half smile getting your anger out on something else.

#bucky barnes #marvel #sebastian stan #bucky fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #reader pov #beefy bucky #sebstian stan #bucky barnes angst #bucky #dark romance #mob!bucky

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blu-3-ey-3-s · 2 years

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I mean, if you insist 🙄

#sebastian stan #sebstanedit #sebstan #seb stan x you #sebby stan #cute #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #pov #bucky barnes

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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ACTORS/CHARACTERS:

Sebastian Stan

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ATHLETES:

Jalen Hurts

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Joe Burrow

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Klay Thompson

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Travis Kelce

Topic Masterlist: Dad!Travis Masterlist (feat. Alex, Savannah and Laylah) 6 Days of Kinktober (October 25-30, 2023)

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MUSICIANS:

Jack Harlow

Topic Masterlists: Dad!Jack Masterlist (feat. Brooklyn and Aaliyah) 6 Days of Kinktober (October 25-30, 2023)

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Bonded - Part 2 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like this to be continued! Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer! Oh, also I imagine Dean being around 28/29 here while reader is approaching 25.

Word Count: 2K

Part 1

Dean’s POV

It was a simple case. It was a simple salt and burn. The spirit was going after highly driven authority types. CEOs, things of that nature. The motive was something about powerful people hurting the weak. He didn’t really know. Honestly, he didn’t really care. He just wanted to do what he did best and that was to eliminate this son of a bitch.

The old house creaked under his boots. The brown laces scraped against each floorboard he passed. He could taste the dust that was in the air, causing his chest to tighten slightly from the pollution in his lungs. Sam had decided to cover the back, while he went through the front. He held his flashlight in his left hand and his gun in his right, completing the necessary checks around the perimeter. After an arduous search, they finally found the bones in the basement.

Quickly, he reaches into his duffle bag and grabs the salt, turning it over and covering the bones as his eyes scan around the room. It was odd not to have encountered the spirit yet, but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a loud crash coming from the top of the stairs, the door had swung shut. A groan leaves his lips dropping his bag, reaching for the shotgun with the rock salt. “Sammy! Burn the bones while I keep ‘em back would ya?!” He yells out, deciding to guard the stairs.

It was all running relatively smoothly, until ole casper decided to pop up out of nowhere. Dean doesn’t think. He just reacts, pumping the shotgun and shooting at the ghost. He would never admit it, but it gave him quite a jump scare. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing as the spirit approached, seemingly impervious to the shots taken by Dean. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as the shotgun was knocked from his grasp and he was pinned to the grimy cinderblock wall. “Sammy!” he called out, watching him fumble with the match to burn the bones.

Despite the fear that coursed through his body, there was a sense of calm that washed over Dean’s physical body. You. It was you. He could feel you trying to calm him down. While he appreciated it, now was not the time for him to fall into your relaxing state. He fought against it as much as he could, waiting for Sammy to finally finish with the bones.

He let out a sigh of relief as the spirit disappeared, the bones completely destroyed. “Took ya long enough” he grumbled as he tried his best to catch his breath, knowing that you were still trying to soothe him as best as you knew how. He shook his head at the thought. This must be very confusing for you at the very least.

He tried to gather his thoughts as he and Sam took the Impala back to the motel. The drive was quiet between the two brothers, but it was anything but quiet inside of Dean’s head. All he could think about was you.

Dean had felt your emotions for as long as he could remember. The little things and the big things, he could feel them all with a heaviness in his chest. These things were relatively normal for soulmates. But, growing up in the world he did, Dean was also acutely aware of the things in life that were not normal. He knew that being able to help regulate your soulmate’s emotions was not a usual thing. So, he dove into the lore of it all and he found it. He found the term that describes the kind of soulmate that he had.

They were “bonded.” He took a deep dive and learned everything that there was to know about being bonded to his soulmate. It meant that when he met you, his name would form on your wrist, but yours would be written over his heart. Why? Because you were his source of heart. His name would be on your wrist because he was your source of strength. Once he met you, his entire life would change and so would yours.

Dean knew you were trying your best to accommodate him. He could feel you each time you tried to relax him. What was worse, he could feel you suppressing your own emotions. He could only guess it was for his sake, not wanting him to have to feel your pain. He knew you were kind in that way, that your heart for him was greater than any other, which is why your name would appear on his chest one day. Had he known this sooner, he would have left some extra space and not had his anti-possession tattoo placed in the same vicinity. He knew once he met you he would wear your name proudly.

He had a million thoughts racing through his mind as he drove them back to the motel, knowing you must be confused by everything that was happening to you. All he wanted to do was comfort you. He could feel the bristle of your own anxiety when his emotions couldn’t be kept in check.He was sure he woke you with his antics on more than one occasion, and he felt bad for that, but he was starting to calm down with your help. Sometimes he wondered how he would have ever made it without you caring about him, albeit in a roundabout way. No matter what, he could always count on you to be there for him, which isn’t something he could say about most people in his life. This is why he promised himself that once he met you, he would never let anything harm you and he’d never let go.

Trees blurred past his vision as he kept his attention on the highway, thoughts of you in every moment. What did you look like? Were you tall or shorter? Would you be afraid of him and what he does? What was the name of your favorite perfume? He could always smell it himself when you put it on, smell triggering some of the strongest emotions in you. He didn’t know the name, but he wished he could find it and keep it around for when he couldn’t feel your emotions, just to have you with him.

Dean had reached the Age of Choice several years ago now. He no longer had to wait to be with someone else if he wanted to. But that was just it, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be with anyone but you. The one person that he has had with him his entire life, cared about him and never let him down. Sure, he had definitely had his fun over the years. He was no blushing virgin by any means. Funnily enough, when he was with those girls, that was when he was the most emotionally cut off from you. Deep down he knew that he didn’t want to cause you that pain, but he also didn’t feel anything for them. It was a quick way to forget for a moment, but that was all that it was. There were no emotions involved. He knew that he wanted to find you, but he didn’t know how.

By the time that Dean had pulled into the motel parking lot, he knew you were asleep. He could feel the calm lull and lack of anxiety, which told him you probably drifted off after he had steadied himself in the drive.

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The next morning Dean was woken up with a grunt. Sam threw some clothes at him and yelled at him to get up. “Come on, I found another case!” he shouted, causing Dean to groan and slowly change into his clothes.

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After a coffee run and a short drive they reached what looked like the average office building. Sam had explained over the drive that there had been another death last night and that they may want to do some poking around to make sure no one else raised suspicion, even if they already had dealt with the spirit.

Upon getting out of Baby, they threw on their FBI jackets and grabbed their badges before walking inside the relatively nondescript building. Dean scanned the room as they walked in, noticing the way each employee’s eyes would flick up to them as they walked past, stopping what they were doing in the process. It was like they were frozen as they watched the men walk to what looked like a receptionist’s desk.

There was a young girl standing there, Dean thought she couldn’t be much older than 18, frantically answering calls and letting people know that, no, her boss wasn't in today and they would have to reschedule. His eyes flicked down to her name tag that read ‘Natalie,’ while they waited for her to acknowledge their presence. Once she seemed to stop panicking on the phone, she attempted to straighten her appearance, smoothing her skirt out with her hands. Dean noticed the blush on her cheeks, knowing she likely found one of them to be attractive. He smirked slightly, taking note that they may be able to use that to get information later.

“Hi Mr. FBI Agents, sirs,” the girl stammered out, “I’m sorry for the mess, but our boss didn’t come in today and his executive assistant is running late,” she explained earnestly.

“Well that’s actually what we’re here for. I’m Agent Jones, and this is Agent Smith, your boss died last night,” Sam says to the girl, watching as her reaction switches to one of shock.

“This executive assistant of his, do you know where she’s at?” Dean questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at her.

“Y/N? You’re looking for Y/N Y/L/N? What would you want with her? I know her, sh- she’d never do anything like that, you don’t have to worry about her!” Natalie states, her breathing becoming erratic the longer she talked. She quickly came to your defense, knowing your character. You had just texted her and told her you were on the way, with not only your boss’ coffee order but hers as well. She knew you would never be capable of anything horrid.

“Woah, woah, woah, nobody is accusing anyone of anything. We’d just like to have a word with her. If she was close to him, then she might have some insight into some questions we’d like to ask. Now, where is she?” Dean asked, his tone becoming a little harsher this time.

The girl merely pointed towards the doors that they had come in through, her hand shaking a bit in fear of repercussions. Dean and Sam watched as a young woman barged through the swinging glass doors. Dean smirked slightly as he saw you maneuver your way around, 3 coffees in hand and without spilling a drop. It was a sight to be seen. He thought it was odd the way it struck him, the grace that you held while simultaneously trading your flats for the heels you had in your bag. He tried his best to keep his expression neutral, though, as you approached them.

It looked as if you really weren't paying attention to them, but once you got closer, Sam spoke up. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?”

Dean noticed the way that your eyebrows raised, watching you intently as you responded “That’s me. Can I ask who you are?” your tone was polite, but he could tell that you were anxious to get past the two of them.

“I’m Agent Smith and this is Agent Jones, we are here to ask you a few questions about your boss,” he replied, instinctively reaching his hand out to grab yours.

He winced as he felt it, a groan escaping his lips and pulling at the fabric of his shirt. Your name began inscribing itself onto his chest, right below his anti-possession tattoo and over his heart. Dean could sense your confusion when you noticed your name wasn’t on his wrist, but his chest. He couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face, seeing the shock written on your face.

“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’re not only soulmates, we’re bonded. And we need to have a conversation.”

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