Libertad

Summary: When a mission goes wrong, Bucky realizes it may be too late to confess. 

Warnings/Themes: Angst, fluff, humor, profanity, blood/mild gore.

Author’s Note: Wowee it’s been a while yeah? You can thank @the–sad–hatter​ for this one. She inspired me to write again an this has been in my drafts for a while. I’ll be going back in and fixing grammar/spelling mistakes but here you go!

Oneshot Playlist:

Falling Like the Stars - James Arthur

In Your Arms - Illenium

Blu - Jon Bellion

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They moved in the dead of night when even the stars began to sleep and the moon was blanketed in fluffy white clouds.

It was a stealth mission, one where you should be quiet and sneaky and yet…you were laughing like a child.

Bouncing from rooftop to rooftop with the aid of grappling hooks, you and Bucky are practically racing to the target location.

“You’re telling me that Steve I-Don’t-Know-What-A-Parachute-Is Rogers jumped off a glass elevator from three stories high?” you ask your partner snarkily. “That’s hard to believe.”

Bucky rolls his eyes in annoyance but he couldn’t fight the smile forming on his lips. “You told me to tell you a story. I’m telling it.”

“Think of better stories, Buck, because this is boring. I live on the edge of danger –” Just as you speak, your ankle twists in a weird way when you land onto a building and you slip. Before Bucky can even turn and rush to your aid, you grab onto the ledge and haul yourself up with an “oof.” Your foot is okay for now, but you’re sure you’ll feel it in the morning.

When Bucky realizes you’re fine, he pushes out an irritated breath. “Can you be more careful? I can’t babysit you tonight.”

“I don’t need a babysitter anyway, asshole. I’m fine!” You fix the collar of your stealth suit and glare at him. “I’m capable of doing my job.”

“Yeah? Well, you almost faceplanting and smashing your teeth against asphalt isn’t really convincing me.”

And that’s how all of your arguments begin. Friendly banter, sometimes turning into intense bickering, reminding the compound of Sam and Bucky’s friendship. The difference is, those two got along on occasion, there was always a bigger tension between you two. Something not spoken about, but clearly there.

Hey so this is all kinds of fucked up. They are already choosing who to prioritize, and it’s not those with chronic illnesses. They literally put in the letter that she is a sacrifice.

“Actual eugenics will never happen,” they said. 

Characters: Jensen x Reader; Jared Padalecki; SPN Cast members at times.

Summary: You and Jensen have been the closest of friends for years after meeting on the set of SPN, but what will happen when you and Jensen have a kissing scene?

Warnings: Cursing; divorce; break up; angst-ish at times, but mostly fluff. For this chapter: Canon divergence from the show, spn-related sadness.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is divorced from an unnamed ex in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

A/n: Just a tiny bit more until the big one. Special thanks to my rosie for beta-ing this for me.

11 Months Ago

 “You’re going to do what, exactly?” You hissed as the ‘brother’s stood adjacent to their marks. “A soul bomb? What the hell are you even talking about, Dean?”

“You heard me, Y/c/n.” Dean barked. “I have to do this. I have to get rid of her.”

“Your girlfriend, you mean?” you sassed, voice laced with annoyance.

“Don’t!” he bellowed pointing a finger towards you, a gruffness present that was unmistakably Dean.

“Oh, give it up, Winchester. This is just another way for you to sacrifice yourself! Another self-deprecating, ‘I have to save the world because no one else will’ guilt trip you’ve managed to load on your own shoulders! Failing gloriously, I might add, to notice that there are actually people here who are trying to help you!”

Your voice cracked slightly, standing in the library of the bunker with Sam, Rowena, and Crowley, waiting as the witch gathered the ingredients to inlay Dean’s body with a million souls to remove Amara from earth, thereby shredding his very existence with her.

This is based on a dream I recently had, and I hope you guys like it (or at least find it interesting) - Anne

Usually, you could say that you felt safe with Dean behind the wheel. Sure, he wasn’t always the safest driver (and he did sometimes take the curbs a bit faster that necessary) but never once had you question your safety... until now.

“Dean, what are you doing?” You asked as it looked like he was getting ready to ram right into the car in front of you.

You got no reply as he practically glared daggers and the person in the car in front of you. The car was facing towards you, but wasn’t moving. The witch who had nearly killed you twice (and didn’t seem like he wanted to give up) was smirking as though he knew what Dean was going to do. He’s baiting him, you thought.

Dean stomped on the gas pedal, which took the witch by surprise. You figured that he thought Dean was all bark and no bite, which only proved that he didn’t know Dean at all.

The other car tried to dodge the Impala, and it did, but it crashed right into a pile of wrecked cars. Dean held his arm out in front of you to protect you while he spun the wheel of the Impala to avoid crashing. When the car stopped, Dean looked at you.

“Y/N, breathe” you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until then and it felt good when you finally took a breath of air. You didn’t realize how nervous Dean actually was until he took your hand in his. He was practically shaking.

“Do you trust me?” He asked you as your breathing became steady again. It took a second before you answered truthfully.

It has been so many years

since I saw Samson the Ladle

watching “Friends” Dean and Castiel 

You and Castiel were chilling on the couch, watching Friends for the last two hours. A new episode was about to start when Dean joined you, a beer and a bowl of popcorn in his hands.