Old pals. Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky has always been the type to be cautious about his surroundings and to whoever intended to enter into his life. The constant fear of losing someone became to much of a habit for him needless to say, he was very found of you the first time Steve has ever introduced you to him. The smile you flashed at him almost hitted him, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline he wished wanted to erase. Of course, not having to experience such emotions by the decades his cheeks turned into a shade of pink rather visible to which Sam in later events was his favorite thing just to tease the poor lovable boy.

After everything happened, everyone grew apart, first with Sharon offering you to stay with her in order to recover and of course to get your mind off things, especially since the new Captain America recently presented to the whole nation. You knew for a fact that neither Sam or Bucky was going to like it. “I wonder how they are taking the news.”

“Probably horribly,” Sharon knew the look on your face suddenly changing to quickly closing the TV. “You do realize you’ve been rewinding the same old scene over and over again, your making yourself more crazy.”

She was right, you couldn’t even remember the last time you spent without having to clue yourself in front of the TV screen. Since that day, Bucky’s face vaguely reoccured in your mind letting yourself as a distraction in hope he would come back one day.

“On earth to, Y/N.” Sharon’s voice woken you up to reality before quickly turning the TV off giving her a forced smile. “Don’t play the : I’m fine with me, tonight we have some guest and I’ll need more than my assistant to help.”

With a sigh you couldn’t really complain after all. If only there was one thing to keep you distracted from it all, it was definitely tonight’s party. At least you could stress over what to wear instead of what Bucky nor the new Captain America is up to.

Hours of preparation, Sharon decided to run for a last errands. “I suggest you get dressed right now. For my sake and yours, please Y/N.” And with that she left by giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “And brush that hair!”

Laughing softly to yourself, you were quite great full to have such a friend like hers. Heck if it wasn’t for Bucky’s and yours sake, Steve, the moment he knew what was the best, Sharon was his first instinct to keep you under her wings and that was also for the both of you sane.

Remembering the first day you ever met Bucky has always become your source of comfort. The smile he never once had shared with much people only Steve and you only showed how he was for the people he deeply cared. And deep inside, he felt every guilt for letting yourself go. Now if he could only see you again...

Hours passed and strangely Sharon’s errands felt like forever. You tried to call her only to be her voice call on the other end. All dressed, you decided to treat yourself with a little glass of wine that poorly sat there unused.

Taking your first sip you hear from afar few voices that seemed strangely familiar, with another voice with a sentence such followed. “It’s good to see you again.”

“I’m guessing someone will be more eager to see you both.” Sharon replied as the footsteps became more clearer and clearer. Frowning with confusion you tried however, to hide such little known about who might be behind the door and quickly sat down with a magazine in hand. “Y/N, Already dressed I see?”

Looking up from your current read you couldn’t really form an expression. That is when you saw the three men standing just before you. And one in particular seemed more troubled about seeing you here.

“Y/N? I thought...” Sam’s confusion was writing all over his face. Yet happy to see you but quickly cut him up.

“Dead? Guess I am not.”

Silence corrupted the room, that is when Zemo requested for a drink to Sharon whom served him right away. You smiled softly at both of the men, giving a warm hug to Sam first. “I missed ya,” He murmured in which you said the same in returned. “And grown to.”

Chuckling softly by his compliments you nudged him by the arm. On the other hand Bucky remain strangely calm. “How’s the cat?”

Sharon knew the relationship between you and him and you were great full that at least she was trying to break the discomfort between you two.

Groaning like usual Bucky rolled his eyes, “Doing great, thank you.” With not so little emotions shown his eyes remained on you. A little longer and you could feel a shade of pink appearing in your face. That is if you tried to covered it which failed by Zemo’s remark. “Are you okay, Y/N? You seemed a little flushed.”

“Shut up.” Bucky’s response caught everyone on guard including Zemo in whom he quickly of course chuckled.

Sharon gasp by looking at the time. “Shit, guest are coming soon. I recommend you all to not make a damn mess. Your also welcomed with me.” And with that everyone including Bucky decided to show a little tour before the party could even starts.

Throughout the tour, Bucky remained by your side. You could feel his soft eyes on you as if to make sure you were okay. As Sharon, Sam and Zemos were listening or admiring the place at all, Bucky leaned to whisper a few words. “You look good tonight.”

Your eyes snapped at the scene in front of you, and looked at him. That soft smile you remembered is back and all you could do was to thanked him. “Thank you... you look not so bad yourself with that new hair cut.”

Chuckling softly you looked at him with confusion. “Guess everyone was right, we’re not the greatest with words ugh? And yet everyone seemed to be saying we have a thing for one another.”

“A little to optimist much?” You teased him and he simply shook his head laughing along with you. This little interaction of course didn’t last long, Sam with a smirk called the both of you. “Come on lovers! We have a party to attend to!”

With a smile on your face you took Bucky’s hand. “Shall we?” He nods and you lead him to the party.

Lights, music being blasted and people having a blast. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had a dance, and by over the years he knew he had to get himself on trends but of course that failed quickly.

“Dances in my days sure did changed.” He looked at everyone and met your eyes, in which sparkles through the colored lights. Feeling almost lost into them, not wanting to let go of such beauty in front of him. Before soon being woken up to reality by your voice, he dearly missed. “Well old man, let me show you what you’re missing.”

Your bodies getting closer and closer by the sound of the music, hips moving and his hands gently gripped itself around your waist. Seeing you this happy was probably a first for him and he sure wasn’t going to destroy such happiness not only you but for his own sake.

Feeling your lips brushing on his the moment you grew slightly more closer and a sudden blush crept on both of your cheeks. “God damn I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

He couldn’t take it any more, his lips soon kissing yours in return. Corrupted with such lust and hunger that whatever was around you seemed to have faded.

Not so long after it, Sam’s voice interrupted your moment in which a Bucky looked at rather irritated. “What? I was having some unfinished business here.”

“Sorry to break it to you both, but we got some business to do.”

With a sigh Bucky with his thumb wiped his moist lips, chuckling softly by the atomic duo you leaned to whisper. “I can wait.”

Shaking his head Bucky refused to do such things. “Sorry Sam, but we will have to wait a little longer.”

“I haven’t seen Y/N in ages and I need to show who she belongs to.”

The one with the hickeys. | Sam Winchester Imagine

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Warning : None

Type : Fluff

Meeting the Winchesters in a rather unexpected situation sure wasn’t what you had wanted to remember or being reminded of. In fact, that memory of yours was completely erased. Until one time, Dean decided to pull it out. First it was Castiel, then Kevin and now everybody you met through work. 

The tree of you met through a similar hunt. With the exception of not ending on a good note with a dead partner of yours, you had no where to go, at least that was your version. 

That night, Sam took you under the order of Dean while he took charge in cleaning for the rest of the case. You on the other hand were so drained from that day, you couldn’t even feel who and where you were being placed. And from that night with trusting a bunch of strangers such as these men and by all of your surprises actually bonded with one another. 

Your relationship with Sam somehow did hit differently from his brother. Dean and yours relationship felt more like a brother and sister kind of relationship. Heck you even remembered one time joking around to the point of Sam having the audacity to excuse himself for the public awkwardness you two have caused. As for Sam’s the connection took longer the approached. As you thought it would. 

Tonight Castiel out of emergency called the tree of you for yet another mission. Ending on a good note all of you decided to go on a local dinner to celebrate. “Thank goodness it didn’t had any clowns, who knew what could’ve possibly happened.” Dean joked with a smirk only for you to roll your eyes, taking a sip of your beer before taking a bite of your dinner. 

“Guess we aren’t the only one who’s celebrating it too.” And with that remark from the older Winchester your head turned to see in what he was even referring it too. Of course you though of him casually checking out girls not to make the atmosphere a little too awkward but out of surprise, it wasn’t. 

It was Sam. 

Sam talking to a girl? A first, you thought. Yet, for a reason something was off about it. He was... flirting? Or so you thought, hoping any of this was true, by rolling your eyes. “Pssh, he’s probably just talking and helping for a hopeless girl in needs but refusing politely Or.. maybe asking for something.” 

“Yeah right, I mean to me she looks pretty damn close to be just asking for something? Isn’t she?” Dean’s remarked could only make you more irritated than ever. And for some reason he knew them well you had a thing for his younger brother. But out of politeness he kept it silence for the both of you. 

“Talking about the wolf.” It only took a few minutes to realize that Sam did joined the two of you back. You didn’t knew if you wanted to be either irritated by his presence now or the fact that you were jealous of the girl whom had not even met once and had at least the longest talk have ever had with him, either with Dean or alone. “So... did I miss something?”

Dean replied with a shrug. “Meh, I mean not only when Y/N’s face--” With a kick on the leg it was cristal clear that he had to shut his mouth, yet could not stop himself from smirking. At least you thought. Leaving a rather Sam confused all night. 

The ride was something different. An awkward and silence ride that is, only to be relieved to be now at home. 

Now in your pjs and comfortably settled at the bunker, Dean fell asleep the moment he sat on the couch with an another unfinished beer. Sam and you were at the library as usual. One searching trough the internet for new hunts while you reading a good book you have recently bought in a mission. 

You somehow felt a pair of eyes looking at you, yet out of pure respect you decided to glanced the moment he wasn’t looking. Just to make sure you weren’t going insane. 

“So... what are you reading?” Sam finally decided to take the awkward silence in control. “A little life, why the question so sudden?” You asked ironically. “A book about four boys discovering themselves through the harsh life of reality. Even won a book grammy. You should read it once I’m done.” 

You felt his smile, and somehow out of habit did it in returned. “You know... Dean told me about something rather funny.” It wasn’t until you got back into your back you snapped back at him, completely confused. “Not the clowns again we’ve been through--” 

“No no,” He chuckles. “About what happened this evening. With the girl? Remember?” And now a smirk, a rather different kind of Sam you had never seen and maybe never thought he could be capable of appeared. You tried to ignored him as the best you could, hearing the chair being pulled back from the table, thinking Sam probably got tired and was ready to go to bed. 

“You know... it was cute?” Cute? Did you heard it right? No it couldn’t be. The last thing you even thought could be possible was Sam to even compliment you. “Ugh... Thank you?” 

“You know, Y/N. I know. I know that you like me. Cliché as it may sound, the first moment we talked I could feel a connection. Heck I even felt jealous with the relationship you shared with my brother and a little with me.” 

The words took you by surprise, you couldn’t tell if you were either dreaming. By pinching your skin for a moment you were in fact in pure reality. Sam and you liked each other to the point you couldn’t bare to exchange the least of a few words, unlike Dean. “Y/N...?” 

And it was then you finally woke up from reality. “Ah yes, sorry. I like you to Sam. I think the reason why we couldn’t even be in the same room without Dean was due to the reason of Love. Man-- I meant not to be cliché so sorry.” You chuckled nervously before realizing his lips brushing yours into a deep kiss that felt it would never end. 

Without any surprise things got heated pretty quickly. Sam’s lips went from your lips and slowly travels themselves on your neck. Leaving some hungry marks. “Sam...” 

it wasn’t until the both of you snapped, hearing Dean’s voice looking at the both of you awkwardly smirking at the door step of the library. “So... it’s official ugh?” 

“Get out!” You and Sam threw something at him before he could leave the both you finally getting the time you needed. And to be glad he wasn’t going to to be the cupid he had so hated miserably.

With that, Sam and you chuckled once Dean left sharing another few kisses. “I love you, Sam.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

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The one with the Towel. | Sam Winchester Imagine.

Warning : None

Type : Fluff

After a long night of a regular mission, you were beyond tired. Not only that but being filled with dust, splashes of blood and a few leaves gripping itself perfectly on your hair, a shower was in fact needed.

The boys had gone to take some food and for once you could relax. The mission had already been a pain from the start, that all you wanted to do was eat and drink a nice a glass of wine with one of the best company. The Winchester Brothers.

You three had met during an unexpected hunt. You were all on a hunt for the same enemy, you of course being the clumsy one ended up wounded terribly. It was the moment Sam and Dean found you and from that your relationship just clicked. Mostly with Sam.

Sam and you had a lot of things in common. You both liked books, music and many things. To the point of making Dean, plotting many theories. He was either turning himself into a Cupid or either somebody on this damn earth and by pure magic had the audacity to turn him to be the most annoying match maker he could ever. Yet of course, the two of you were blinded by the whole situation. Or so you thought so.

Finally cleaned, the boys already arrived from their groceries. You could hear Dean’s complains about the cashier’s rudeness and how he’d fired him if he was the owner of the shop. You laughed to yourself, while wrapping yourself with a towel.

“Is the food here?” You were beyond thrilled as you exit the bathroom, finding the two boys. Somehow the atmosphere began to silence itself, slowly turning itself to be fairly awkward.

“So...?”

Dean could only smile and nudge his brother’s arm who in respond blush. “Maybe putting some clothes would do, right Y/N?”

It was then that you snapped. Your urge of hunger took over you to the point when your eyes looked down at your apparence that you were indeed, only wrapped in a towel. “Righ-Right! I’ll be there right up.” You murmured and of course out of your clumsiness, kept falling the towel of your hand, which lead to reveal some skin.

Sam kept being silence only to be mesmerizing by your body. Not able to find the right words, and of course being the not so obvious self he is, his eyes never left yours, nodding nervously at your respond. “It’s-it’s okay. We will wait up right, Dean?”

“Right.” Dean could only enjoy this scene. Hell if he could scream about how you two had an obvious thing for one another he would. But for the right of the both of you, he kept enjoying all to himself. To be then being received by a glare and a slap from the back of the head by Sam’s.