#Sammy Sarge

[the-iceni-bitch]

He Gives Me Everything and Tenderly…

Pairing: detective!bottom Bucky Barnes x younger!top male reader (Sarge and Officer Beefcake, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~5k

Summary; Bucky is just fine on his own. He really is. He’s used to it. Even after meeting you and thinking about you a whole bunch, he’s still fine. And he does not appreciate his friends’ meddling.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (mentions of male masturbation, salad tossing, protected anal sex, spit as lube and lube as lube, kinda public sex), meet cute, reverse age gap, tall/beefy male reader, bottom!Bucky Barnes, Bucky is grumpy, hints of angst, love at first sight? lots of friendly teasing, m/m relationship, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Welp, this was something I wrote entirely in one sitting and I can’t say I’m mad about it at all. This is my first ever male reader fic and I am both incredibly nervous and very excited to share it with all of you! Big ass thanks to the absolutely amazing @howdoyousleep3 for hyping me up and providing some much appreciated perspectives (remember lube, people!)

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Bucky was exhausted. A long ass shift at the end of a long ass week and he was done, looking forward to going home and drinking a cold beer on his couch while he didn’t talk to anyone for a whole 48 hours. God, he hated people.

Except Darcy, and the cute little peach. Even though he wanted to get the fuck out of there he still stopped by the dispatch desk to chat with his girls and let them cheer him up a little.

“Hey Sarge!” He shook his head when Darcy called him that, her stubborn insistence to call him by his military rank after however many years just one of the many things that endeared her to him. “You look like shit, you finally getting out of here? Maybe gonna see someone special tomorrow?”

“The only people he’ll be seeing are Sam Adams and Johnnie Walker, maybe James Bond… hey!” The peach gave him an adorable scowl when he threw a paper clip at her, rubbing her cheek where it had hit her and sticking her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to her screen. “Don’t act like I’m not right, I’m there every time you drunk dial Nat while you’re binge watching old movies and lamenting your lack of a love life.”

“Tell your girlfriend to quit putting me on speaker or I’m gonna call her ex to chat from now on.” Bucky grinned when she rolled her eyes at him, bringing his attention back to Darcy and sighing when she was giving him a sympathetic pout. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine. I like being alone.”

“You’re lying, but fine.” Darcy shrugged at him, grinning when there was a sudden commotion at the doors and a mess of recruits came charging through into the hallway after Sam. “Hi Sammy, boys! Ooh, hey there beefcake, you run laps around all those slugs on the course again?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky choked when you were standing next to him, trying not to ogle you swathed in those gray sweats and feeling like the world’s dirtiest old man all of a sudden. “They’re getting better, starting to catch up. You shouldn’t call them slugs, Darce.”

“Please, like Wilson hasn’t called them worse, you’re too nice.” Peachy girl grinned when she turned in her chair again and saw Bucky looking like his jaw was about to hit the floor. “Have you met Detective Barnes, beefy?”

“Haven’t had the pleasure.” Bucky took in your name with an almost hysterical laugh when you reached out and shook his hand, not entirely sure what had come over him as he felt his neck getting unbearably hot and struggled to come up with something to say. “Well, I’ve gotta hit the showers, always lovely talking to you ladies.”

“Bye!” Both of them were grinning wickedly at Bucky once you were gone, chuckling when he just spluttered nonsense and looked at the floor. “What the fuck was that, Bucky?”

“Shut up.” He was flabbergasted, he’d never felt such an unbelievable attraction to someone right off the bat, except, once. But he never thought about that. “It wasn’t anything.”

“Oh, nothing at all?” Darcy was still grinning when Bucky growled at her, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair while the peach kept laughing. “So you weren’t staring at his ass when he walked away?”

“Of course not.” It had only been a little bit, you were so fucking tall your ass was impossible to miss, and so high and tight and… no, nope. “What the hell kind of nickname is beefcake, anyway?”

“You saw him.” Peach was practically cackling at this point, the redness on Bucky’s face so entertaining she was considering taking a photo to send to Nat. “The man is grade A USDA prime meat, what would you like us to call him?”

“You’re a couple of pervs.” Bucky just scoffed and ignored them when they told him it takes one to know one, flipping them off over his shoulder and almost forgetting his bag when he stormed out of the precinct to start his much needed alone time. “Inappropriate, gonna talk to HR about you two!”

If it had just been the one interaction, Bucky probably could’ve handled it. Yeah, he had jerked himself off thinking about your broad shoulders and tiny waist and that masterpiece of an ass, but only once, okay three times. But it was just over the weekend, he’d forget about you eventually.

Except for the fact that suddenly he was seeing you everywhere. Every damn time he was in the precinct, there you were, smiling that slightly crooked smile and laughing and making every person light up when you walked through the room. And in the fucking sweats every time, it was like torture. Torture that was made worse by the fact that Darcy and peach were always grinning at him like they knew something he didn’t, and they had apparently told Sam whatever they supposedly knew, so now that man was basically parading you in front of Bucky’s desk every chance he got and making him talk to you and get to see how fucking charming you were. He hated it.

“I do, I love cats!” Sam was chatting with you right in front of Bucky’s desk again and he was plotting how he could get away with murdering the man. “Have a little ginger idiot at home who has maybe two braincells, but he’s my baby.”

“Wow, that’s adorable.” Bucky almost growled at Sam when he grinned at him. “Bucky has a kitty of his own, don’t you, Buck?”

“Yes.” Sometimes he even hated his friends, this was ridiculous.

“I love that, knew you were a cat person.” Bucky almost groaned when you placed your hand on the desk so close to his, looking up at you through his lashes and trying so hard not to melt into his chair when he saw you smiling at him. “What’s her name?”

“Alpine.” You smelled so unbelievably good, Bucky had an incredible urge to lean up and bury his face in your neck, but managed to just turn the photo of his cat around to show you instead. “She’s three.”

“She’s gorgeous.” You winked and Bucky almost swooned, there was something wrong with him. “Shit, I’ve gotta get out of here, got a birthday party to get to. It’s always real nice talking to you, Detective.”

“You too.” Bucky swallowed thickly and shook his head when you walked away, his scowl coming back immediately when he saw Sam looking like he just ate a damn canary as he smirked at him. “Shut up.”

“Didn’t say anything.” Sam chuckled when Bucky just hunched over his paperwork and tried to ignore him. “Buuuuut… hoo boy, you like him.”

“I do not.” Murder was the only answer to these affronts. “He’s too young.”

“Bullshit, is peach too young for Nat?” Sam snorted when Bucky just grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the man’s stubbornness. “You like like him, you need to get over that massive hang up, Barnes, it’s holding you back!”

“Man, fuck you!” Bucky jumped when he realized that Sam wasn’t there anymore, so he was just yelling at the bullpen, every member of the team giving him looks of varying amusement before they bent back to their work. “Sorry.”

It was a legitimate hang up, especially when it came to you. Because you reminded Bucky of him.

Specifically of when he was young, when Bucky first realized he was in love and overlooked all of his flaws and just wanted to be wrapped up in him all the time in spite of the fact the man would only look at Bucky like his old friend who he could tell about every single disgusting conquest he made. And that meant you were dangerous. Bucky refused to do that to himself again, it had taken him too long to get over that malicious bastard, and nothing had hurt him more than the realization that he had wasted so much time loving someone who barely gave a fuck about him. He didn’t care how sincere and charming you seemed, he wasn’t going to fall for that same shit all over again.

But it didn’t stop any of his friends from dragging you in front of him at every opportunity, and even though he was polite and listened to you and answered all your questions, it didn’t stop him from snarling at them as soon as you were gone. He didn’t care what they thought he needed, he was fine.

He wasn’t lonely. He didn’t wake up grinding his hips into his mattress after dreaming of sharing his bed with you. He didn’t wonder what you would look like with soft morning light falling across your face while both of your cats jumped on you and Bucky made you breakfast. They all needed to worry about their own lives and quit fucking with his.

Which is why he should have been suspicious as hell when Nat and her little peach and Darcy insisted on taking him out for drinks on a Friday night. All of them together. At a dive bar that was typically just cops. Like they didn’t usually go uptown and dress up.

“Well, look at that, is that Sam?” Darcy bounced on her toes and waved when she spotted Sam with all of his recruits, her and peach squealing while Bucky shot Nat an exhausted look. “Gosh, I completely forgot they’re celebrating the academy graduation, what are the chances?”

“Shocking.” Bucky couldn’t stop growling when Nat just shrugged at him. “I can’t believe they dragged you into their scheming, Romanoff.”

“They’re young and excited, it’s cute.” Nat wrapped her arm around Bucky’s shoulders and started pulling him towards the group. “Besides, you deserve someone nice, and to spend the night with someone besides Alpine.”

“Alpine doesn’t take up that much room on the bed, and I like to spread out.” Bucky just resigned himself to having a miserable night, even when you gave him an easy smile once you laid eyes on him and waved eagerly. “And he might not be nice.”

“Buck, you won’t know unless you give him a chance.” Nat sighed as she rested her chin on her best friend’s shoulder, pinching his cheek and trying to get him to at least give her a grudging smile. “And you know how good my asshole radar is, I’m getting no pings from the beefcake.”

“Yeah, alright.” Bucky steeled himself when you started walking his way, feeling a little tight in his chest and watery in his eyes as he did his best to give you a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi Detective.” Your smile got even wider when Nat introduced herself, shaking her hand warmly then turning back to Bucky and crossing your arms over your massive chest. “Can I get you a beer?”

“I don’t…” Bucky caught himself when Nat looked at him expectantly and blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, a beer would be great.”

“Fantastic, for you too?” You winked at Nat when she nodded before hurrying off to get their drinks with an undeniable bounce in your step that Bucky found he enjoyed very much.

“Listen, Buck.” Nat gave you a very thorough look while you waited at the bar, wrapping her arms around her girl when she came to sit on her lap and Darcy sat across from them. “Even if it doesn’t last, you’re a special kind of idiot if you don’t at least have sex with that man.”

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky felt himself blush up to his ears when all of the women just nodded enthusiastically and started detailing what the two of you should do to each other. “You three are worse than frat boys, oh my god.”

“C’mon, sarge…” Darcy snapped her mouth shut when you came back with Bucky’s and Nat’s drinks, giving Bucky a meaningful look and making a little circle with her thumb and forefinger then pushing her opposite finger through it while your back was turned until Bucky felt like he was in fucking high school. “Hi beefcake!”

“Hi Darce!” You were sitting so close to Bucky he could smell you again, he had to start chugging his beer so he didn’t reach out to bury his fingers in your hair. “I’ve always wanted to ask, why does she call you ‘sarge’?”

“Oh, it was my rank when I was discharged.” Bucky couldn’t handle the way you were looking at him, like he was the most interesting thing in the room, he wanted to fall into your eyes and get lost. “From the army. Darcy’s sister served with me, so she knew me then and the nickname stuck.”

“I didn’t know you served, my dad was in the marines.” You could see Bucky starting to tense up and bless you, you backed off, keeping that easy smile on your face while you nudged his foot with yours. “It’s okay, that’s not something we have to talk about right now, tell me about Alpine, how’s the little lady doing?”

“She’s- she’s good.” Something about the way you instantly pivoted the conversation and didn’t make Bucky feel like an ass for almost clamming up had him relaxing pretty much instantly, grinning back at you and rolling his eyes a little playfully when he thought about his little furry troublemaker. “She’s a brat, but good. Almost gave me a heart attack last week when she somehow managed to climb up to the ceiling beams in my apartment.”

“Oh shit! Really?” You chuckled warmly when Bucky just nodded and took another sip of his beer, plucking at the edge of the label on your bottle and leaning forward a little so you could hear him better. “She get down on her own or did you have to get a ladder?”

“Well, after six hours of pleading and begging, I did finally manage to entice her with some tuna.” Bucky kept watching your face closely, the earnestness he was so wary of constant and never wavering while you listened to everything he said intently. “She’s too smart for her own good, I swear.”

“Fuck, I can’t decide if my situation is better or worse.” You laughed when Bucky scoffed, pushing at his shoulder and shaking your head when he looked at you with mock offense. “No, I love my boy, but he’s a dumbass of epic proportions. The most worrisome thing he’s ever done is get his whole head stuck in a mason jar. Theodore is an idiot.”

“Theodore?” Bucky was vaguely aware of movement next to him after he emptied his beer and set down the bottle, but he couldn’t stop watching your lips move. “That’s adorable.”

“Aw, yeah, my niece named him.” Your smile got even wider somehow and it was making Bucky melt, another bottle of beer appearing seemingly out of nowhere on the table and immediately finding its way to his lips. “It’s her favorite chipmunk.”

Cats. Talking about your fucking cats was apparently the kick in the ass Bucky needed to let almost all his concerns about having anything with you go, letting himself relax and be easy while you told him all these sweet, endearing little things about yourself. How much you loved your niece and how much of a star she was at figure skating. How good you were at baking and you didn’t care what he said, you were baking him a loaf of sourdough to prove it. How you played three different instruments and spoke two languages. You were too goddamn interesting.

And you managed to get him to talk about himself too. How close he was with his sister and mother and how much he loved seeing them as often as possible. How he secretly enjoyed knitting and always made sweaters for the family at Hanukkah but would kill you if you told anyone about his hobby. How he collected old records and could spend whole days just listening to music and drinking good whiskey.

Bucky was more than a little thrilled that you seemed to be hanging on his every word and scooting closer to him until you were right next to him and your shoulders were practically touching.

He had lost track of how many beers he’d consumed by the time people started dancing, but he knew it wasn’t too many as he was just very pleasantly buzzed and staring at your plump, kissable, pillowy lips and wondering what it would be like to suck on them.

“Hey, James.” Bucky had just told you his first name and for some reason the fact that was what you were choosing to call him was making him dizzy. “You wanna dance with me?”

“Oh, um…” Bucky chewed on his lip while he thought it over, he had two left feet when he was sober, and he also wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself if you put your hands on him. “I don’t know…”

“Hey, no pressure.” You winked like you did every time you said something disarming and Bucky decided that he loved that about you. “Just wanted to ask, but if all you want is to talk, that’s a-okay.”

Bucky was struggling with himself. You barely seemed disappointed, it had maybe flashed across your face for a second, but he believed you when you said it was okay. You even leaned back against your chair to give him space, zero hints of malice in your expression and just that perfect, easygoing look that made Bucky feel like you were fine taking no for an answer and you would never hold it against anybody.

And for some reason, that finally sealed it for Bucky that you weren’t him.

“I wanna dance.” Bucky winced when he almost knocked over his bottle when he set it down, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet so he could drag you towards the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s go.”

Your laugh made Bucky beam at you over his shoulder, humming along to the music and turning to face you once you were in the middle of it. His breath caught when you were right there, letting you frame his waist with your hands and pull him even closer while you started rolling your hips to the music. Bucky very quickly decided that he liked having your hands on him, shaking his head and gripping your wrists to keep you in place when you tried to lean back before he slid his palms up your arms and over your chest.

Somehow, even though he knew you were big, your massive size hadn’t fully registered in Bucky’s brain until he was in such close proximity to you. It’s not like Bucky was small by any means, he hit the weights, he never skipped arm day, he’d even been called beefy himself a few times. But you… goddamn. You were like nothing Bucky had ever seen before. He was starting to get woozy from it.

Then you ducked even closer and pressed your cheek against Bucky’s temple and he couldn’t help it, he gasped. He could feel your lips moving against his skin but he couldn’t hear anything you were saying, a low buzzing filling his ears while his fingers dug into your firm chest and he rolled his hips against yours. This was dangerous, he was not going to have sex with you without even a proper date, he wasn’t that easy.

He kept repeating it in his head over and over. When you slipped your arms around his waist and squeezed as you kept guiding his movements. When he buried his face in your neck and groaned when he finally got to breathe in your scent fully. When you nipped at the shell of his ear and made some kind of noise that sent a vibration through Bucky’s whole body. And especially when you grabbed his ass and gave such a dirty grind of your hips that made him feel how fucking hard and massive you really were.

It didn’t matter how much he repeated it though, it only took three songs before Bucky found himself with his back against a stall door in the bathroom with his pants around just one of his ankles and his toes barely brushing the floor while he practically sat on your face.

One of his knees was flung over your shoulder while you licked at his hole, his whole body shivering when you hummed against his skin and dug your fingers into his thighs and he didn’t even care that he was getting eaten out in a public bathroom and enjoying it quite loudly.

“God, I knew you’d be fucking sweet.” You growled but barely pulled back, gripping the thigh that was on your shoulder and pushing it up until it was pressed to Bucky’s side so you could see his face. “You taste so goddamn good, James, once I get you in bed I’m gonna make a full meal out of this ass, shit.”

“Oh… Jesus Christ.” Bucky could barely breathe when your mouth was on his hole again, he could feel your jaw working while you moved your lips and tongue like you were making out with him, all while you kept your intense eye contact and let his cock rest on your face like you didn’t even care. “Oh my fucking god.”

Bucky could feel your chuckle when a whine escaped from his throat without his permission, his eyes rolling when your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin before you were dragging it over his hole again and sucking until Bucky almost squealed. But then your tongue punched into him and the squeal was ripped out of his chest, his breath heaving almost painfully while you fucked him with the thick muscle until his dick started leaking and twitching against your forehead. It was insane that you were so good at this, you were so young, but your mouth worked like you were a fucking pornstar and it had Bucky feeling some kind of way.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you, James.” It didn’t sound like a question, you were telling him, your face serious while you licked your way up his taint until you could nip at his balls while you slid a finger inside him. “I need it, need to feel you come on my cock, god, you’d better fucking hold it until I’m inside you or I’m gonna spank you, I swear to fucking god.”

“Yeah… yeah, oh my god, please.” Bucky felt like he was losing his mind when you sucked on his balls and pushed a second finger inside him, his legs shaking and his eyes rolling back in his head while he grabbed your hair and held on for dear life. “Oh shit… fuck me, I can hold it, I’ll be good, just fuck me.”

You leaned your cheek against his hip and kept grinning at him while you reached your free hand into your wallet to grab a packet of lube, chuckling when Bucky huffed at you when you ripped it open with your teeth and squirted it all over the fingers you were plunging into his ass.

“You brought lube with you?” Bucky was trying to remain huffy but it was difficult when you were scissoring his hole open so slowly and shit, it felt amazing. “What exactly did you think was going to happen tonight?”

“God, I dunno, James.” You looked meaningfully at the fingers that were currently knuckle deep inside him, wiggling them a little when you looked back up at him with a cocked eyebrow and snorting when he whined. “Would you prefer I didn’t have lube right now? Because I can stop…”

“No, don’t do that.” So much for not trying to seem desperate, Bucky was panting he needed you so bad. “I’m just… talking, I’ll shut up. I can be good.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna be a good boy for me James?” What were you doing to him? Bucky couldn’t help but whimper when you spat on your fingers to slick them up even more and added a third, nodding and rolling his hips into your hand when you just barely teased his sweet spot as you kissed the inside of his thigh. “Yeah you will, my good boy, opening right up for me.”

“Mmhm, yours, oh holy shit.” The addition of your fourth finger turned Bucky’s whole body into jelly, your hold on his thigh the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the floor when you licked a wide, flat stripe up the underside of his cock. “Holy fucking shit, pleasepleaseplease…”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, James, I’ve got you.” You groaned when he let go of your hair to shove his fist in his mouth when he gave you a tortured cry, slowly pulling your fingers out of him and setting his feet on the floor so you could stand. “Turn around for me, sweet thing.”

“Yes… yes sir.” Bucky let his eyes flutter closed when you kissed his temple and turned him around, pressing his cheek against the cool metal and arching his back when you placed one hand on his hip and used the other to pull out a condom. “I need it.”

“I know, handsome.” Your voice was muffled while you used your teeth to rip the wrapper open, nuzzling into the tendrils of hair that were resting against the back of Bucky’s neck so you could kiss him there while you rolled the condom over your length and emptied another packet of lube all over your dick. “You gonna call me sir while I fuck this sweet little ass?”

“Ye-yes… oh fuck!” Bucky practically screamed when your tip just barely slipped inside him, arching his back and whining when you wrapped your arm across his throat and growled in his ear. “Fuck… ‘s big, so big, fuck me.”

“You can take it, big guy, keep being good for me.” You grinned against Bucky’s cheek when he rose on his toes as you kept going, smacking his ass and chuckling when it made him clench as you increased the pressure on his neck. “You feel fucking incredible, Jesus. Been thinking about getting you like this since the first time I saw you, you know that? Did you think about me too, James?”

“N-no.” Bucky already felt extremely vulnerable while he was split open on only half of your cock, he didn’t need to admit to you that he had been dreaming about wrapping his legs around your tiny little waist while you fucked him slow and deep. “I didn’t.”

“Pretty sure you’re a liar.” You grinned and yanked his head back at the same time you gave a final snap of your pelvis and Bucky sobbed, his body shaking violently while you rested your hips against the plush curve of his ass and dragged your tongue along his jaw while you let him adjust. “That’s okay though, big guy, you can think about this. Now, I’m gonna apologize, because this is gonna be a lot faster than I would like, but we are in public.”

Bucky didn’t have any response except a yelp when you started driving your cock into him almost viciously, his breath punched out of his lungs each time your hips bounced off his ass while you sucked on his ear. He felt like he was about to explode, your cock driving into his swollen prostate each time you bottomed out until his balls started pulling tight to his body and his cock twitched. You must have felt the change since you dropped the hand that wasn’t attached to the thick arm that was currently choking him to grab his cock and start stroking him in time with your thrusts.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” Bucky felt like such a whore but he didn’t care, turning his head as much as possible so he could rub his nose against your cheek while he whined. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want, James.” You groaned when his hole clenched around you, squeezing his cock and his throat at the same time and kissing the corner of his lips tenderly while you gazed into his eyes. “Gonna take care of you. Can’t wait to be able to take my time, enjoy you, god, could spend a whole fucking night in this ass, you’re so goddamn warm and tight. But I need you to come for me right now, James, make a mess on my hand, lemme make you feel good, c’mon.”

The thought of you in his bed and fucking him raw and open had Bucky tumbling over the edge of his climax with a shout, his desperate noises muffled by your lips when you smashed them to his as he quaked in your arms and shot his cum all over your fingers. He sobbed when you didn’t stop stroking him even once he was milked dry, his eyes rolling back when you throbbed inside him and almost lamenting the fact that you were filling the condom instead of pumping your cum deep in his guts and determined to get to the point when he would finally get to feel all of you. As soon as you were done you were bringing your cum soaked fingers to your mouth, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you sucked his cum off them slowly and groaning at his taste then pressing your lips to his again so you could share with him.

“Jesus fuck.” Bucky couldn’t think of anything else to say, smiling almost sheepishly at you after you had pulled out of him and tossed the condom, letting you turn him around and nuzzle at his cheek before you were bending to help him step back into his jeans.

“My sentiments exactly.” You gave him another one of those winks and he wasn’t even mad when he blushed violently. “You gonna be as big of an ass about me taking you on a real date?”

“I wasn’t an ass.” Bucky huffed when you stood back up and wrapped your arms around him, nipping at your bottom lip and grinning when you growled playfully at him. “I was wary.”

“Sure.” You kissed him slow and deep and smiled against his lips when he melted into you before pulling back so he could breathe. “Pretty sure the girls and Sergeant Wilson would agree with my assessment, but we can use your word.”

“Oh shit, they’re still out there.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and moaned at the thought of the commentary he was going to have to endure, shaking his head when you chuckled and opened the stall door to start pulling him back to the bar. “Can’t we just climb out the window or something?”

“Yeah, I don’t think either of us could fit through that window, James.” You nodded at the tiny one by one glass square and kissed his temple when he sighed defeatedly, holding his hand and letting him follow you when you opened the door. “Besides, if you think I’m not going to enjoy showing you affection in public, I’ve got some bad news.”

Bucky’s retort was cut off by an absurd amount of hollering when you opened the door, his face getting unbearably red and the desire to either tell all of your friends to shut the fuck up or just book it out of the bar overwhelming. But then your arm was around his shoulders and your lips were pressed against his temple, and maybe he could put up with his friends being smug rowdy assholes for the rest of the night if you kept smiling at him like that.

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DEAD OR ALIVE - dean winchester

Hey hey! This was for @fluffiest-dreams ‘s new years secret Santa thing that I was supposed to post literally TWO MONTHS ago but uhh loads of stuff happened

Anyways I hate literally this whole thing and the ending is really bad so I’m v v sorry

So anyways! This is my official entry or @immrbrightsideeee based on the song Dead Or Alive by Bon Jovi <3

Warnings - typical spn content, smutty mentions, fem!reader, Dean Winchester is a big flirt

Word count - 1104

Dean Winchester is a wanted man. There’s no question about that. It’s very apparent that the man is no saint, everyone’s seen it on the news. The list goes on for crimes he’s committed: arson, murder, assault, grave dessicration; every strange offense one can imagine, Dean Winchester has done them all.

By no means does that mean he’s a scary man. His smile lights up a room with the smallest of efforts. It’s easy to see why a man with such beauty can charm his way out of precinct after precinct with nothing but a grin and a wink.

-

You wish you could say you weren’t amused by his antics when he strolled into your bullpen, hands cuffed in front of him, fingers curled into fists and blood steadily dribbling down his chin. His brother, Sam, wasn’t too far behind, though he seemed less confident with his head hung and hair shielding his face. Dean was brought straight into your office, with a nod from your sergeant and a playful blown kiss from Dean.

“Leave him with me, Sarge. Have the paperwork for the other one on my desk as soon as,” you waved a hand in dismissal at the man, who backed out of the room with a ‘yes, ma’am’ and a glare to your perp.

“‘The other one’? Yikes, what did poor Sammy ever do to you?” The older Winchester seats himself in the armchair across from your desk without asking permission, grinning up at you and ignoring the unwavering stream of blood now staining his already red flannel.

“You’re a wanted man, Mr Winchester,” you ignore his jab, thankful that you can control yourself enough to stem the blush threatening your cheeks.

“I’ve noticed,” he raises his chained wrists with a smug smile, jingling the metal together until you give him a warning glare.

You cross your arms and lean them on the deep mahogany of your desk. Dean mirrors you. You raise an eyebrow, “mister Winchester, I feel like I should inform you that the only way you’re getting out of this station with your brother tonight is by telling me the whole truth,”

“Oh yeah? Well, sweetheart, since you’re so well informed about me an’ Sammy, you know that your little dog crates don’t tend to keep us locked up too long,” he shuffles forwards, leans his bound hands on the thick wood of your desk, and gives you a pathetic excuse for a death glare.

“Oh, I get it Dean. You escape every time someone puts you somewhere you don’t like,” you push his restrained hands from your table with a metal ruler, hoping to save the, as of yet, untarnished grains of wood from his blood, “which is why I’m not locking you up,”

“Say what now?” He blinks rapidly, not quite believing what he’s heard, “so I-”

“Oh, you’re not off the hook or anything. You’re still a fugitive from the law, and every police precinct and FBI agent in the country is after you. But,” you lean in close, your breath mixing with his. Dean’s eyes flutter shut, briefly, before snapping them open again, “if you give me some information, I can help you disappear,”

“What information ‘you looking for?” He put his elbows back onto your desk, presenting his wrists to you as you reach for your loop of keys to unchain him. He rubs at his wrists as the cuffs clatter to the desk with a metallic clang.

With his wrists free, Dean rises from his chair and circles round your office, settling down behind you with his arms on either side of your body, chin just above your shoulder as he peers at your laptop. You try your best not to shudder as his breath caresses you exposed neck, holding in your own breath and forcing yourself to behave, “well, from the inventory I took of your car, you are quite the expert on weapons,”

“Guess you could say that,” you can practically feel his grin from behind you. You click on and off a few tabs, bringing up a grotesque image of one of your recent murder investigation.

“So, tell me what did that,” you tap a fingernail on your screen, crane your neck to catch a glimpse of the man standing above you. With his advanced height, all you can see is the underside of his stubbled chin, the rivulets of blood sliding down his neck, down his collarbones, dipping under his shirt, down to his-

“That’s no gun, miss thing,” he looks down at you, unsurprised to see how you’re already staring at you, “that’s no ordinary weapon. See that there?”

He leans in closer, blanketing his hand over yours, on top of your mouse so he can zoom in on the image. He doesn’t smell like you thought he would, not like cigarettes or dead bodies, or like he’d been drowned in moonshine. He smells surprisingly pleasant, motel shampoo that isn’t all bad, spearmint toothpaste that’s smeared on his shirt collar, worn leather, and a hint of whiskey on his breath.

“Mmm,” you nod dumbly, not quite paying attention to whatever he’s explaining. Your ears feel as if they’re filled with cotton while he speaks, the low rumble of his voice has you clenching your thighs shut and rubbing your lips together. Dean must sense something, because he lowers his chin even further, turning his head and letting his lips brush against your ear as he whispers.

“If you’re gonna be staring at me until I give you some attention,” his breath coaxes goosebumps to rise up all over your body, “would you at least undo a few of those buttons on your blouse so I get a good view?”

“Ex- excuse me?” The authority in your voice falters as you meet his gaze, causing him to smile even deeper. He leans even closer to you this time, tongue flicking against your earlobe with every movement of his lips.

“C’mon, babygirl, I can tell that you want me,” his hand, surprisingly gentle despite himself, sets itself on the small of your back, thumb stroking back and forth over your sensitive skin.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you insist, leaning into his touch nevertheless, biting your lip to contain a whimper as his calloused fingers dip past the hemline of your jeans, tugging on the lace borders of your panties.

“You don’t?” His hand ventured further, fingers scooping through your lips before pulling back and revealing them to you. Strings of arousal connected his fingers together, steadily dripping down onto his awaiting palm, “what’s all this for then?”

[leonardalphachurch]

@biggiedraws

HELLO WOULD YOU LIKE. ahem. hello would you like to hear our attempt at explaining 16 (and 17)’s time travel. this was written a little while ago for our discord so it’s a little ramble-y but:

season 16 time travel does follow a certain amount of consistency. there is a “present” time that is always moving forward. people in the present will always be in the present. however you can go back and mess with the past, and that changes the present, but the people living in the present will still have always been in their own present so they will recognize the changes to the past. this matches with when simmons and sarge send too many ppl through the time hole and get spit out in the present, because they are from the present, and so that’s where they return to.

the existence of paradoxes doesnt make sense in this model tho. the everwhen stuff does fit in it though. the present versions of the reds and blues are always synced up, even when traveling around through their own timelines.

the paradox stuff can fit into the model tho if you consider that interacting with your own timeline creates a closed loop rather than an altered past. this is seen with Tucker shooting flowers, kai and Tucker hooking up, and the part where future simmons tells past simmons what to do

black hole stuff doesn’t really fit into this but the black hole stuff doesn’t really fit into… any coherent time travel narrative (which is annoying bc 17 was SO consistent with how the everwhen worked why did you drop the ball). why would genkins be locked up if he turns into chrovos. if genkins is chrovos then what happens to chrovos at the end of time. also why would they not know that black holes are cyclical like. that seems like something time gods should knows.

however if we say that time infinitely repeats itself and that black holes do not take them to the beginning of time, but rather to the beginning of time in the NEXT universe, it can make sense.

EDIT FROM THE FUTURE: the sammy raphealo timeloop doesn’t fit into this model at all but i think one thing unexplained is better than the canon everything unexplained. also i don’t 100% remember what i meant with that last point but hey wasn’t the late philip j fry a really good episode of futurama.

OKAY I STARTED EDITORIALIZING WAYYY TOO MUCH IM JUST GONNA MAKE A NEW POST WITH MY CURRENT THOUGHTS SEE ME IN LIKE 20 FOR MORE

[aspenmissing]

𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚊𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Dean and Y/N are driving back into town; Mark steps into their path brandishing a rifle, and Dean stops the car.

"Hands where I can see 'em!"

"Son of a-"

"Get out of the car! Out of the car!" Dean and Y/N open their doors and get out slowly.

"All right, easy there, big guy" Y/N says. As they stand, the two pull out handguns and point them at Mark.

"All right, put it down!"

"Lower it now!"

"Put it down!" Y/N shouts.

"Are you two one of 'em?" Mark asks.

"No! Are you?" Dean asks.

"No!"

"You could be lying!"

"So could you!"

"All right! All right. We could do this all day, all right? Let's just uh, let's take it easy before we kill each other" Y/N says as she brings her gun down.

"What's going on with everybody?"

"We don't know"

"My neighbor...Mr. Rogers, he-"

"You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?" Dean asks.

"Not anymore" Dean shakes his head "He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He's not the only one, I mean, it's happening to everyone"

"We're heading over to the Doc's place, there's still some people left" Y/N says.

"No, no way. I'm getting the hell out"

"There's no way out, they got the bridge covered, now come on"

"I don't believe you"

"Fine, stay here, be our guest" Mark hesitates, then changes his mind. He pulls out a handgun and keeps it pointed towards Dean and Y/N as he gets into the back; Dean still has his gun up as well and he looks to Y/N.

"Well, this ought to be a relaxing drive"

==

Dr. Lee is again looking through the microscope; Pam huddles against the far wall.

"What if we all have it? What if we all go crazy?"

"You've got to stay calm. All we can do is wait. The Marshal's bringing help"

"I can't, I... I’ve got to go"

"Pam!"

"No, you don't understand. My boyfriend's out there, I gotta make sure he's okay" She hurries out of the lab, and Sam follows her all the way to the lobby.

"All right, wait, wait. Please. Look, I know you're upset, all right? But it's safer if you stay here for now. Help is coming" The Impala is heard pulling up outside "There they are"

"Sammy? Open up!" Sam opens the door to let in Dean, Y/N, and Mark; the males still armed.

"Did you guys, uh, get to a phone?"

"Roadblock" Y/N turns to Mark "I'm gonna have a word. Doc's inside"

"What's going on out there, guys?"

"Man, I don't know, I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man, I swear, Sarge is the only sane person we could find. What are we dealing with, do you know?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Doc thinks it's a virus"

"Okay, great. What do you think?" Y/N asks.

"I think she's right"

"Really?"

"Yeah. And I think the infected are trying to infect others with blood-to-blood contact. Oh, but it gets better. The uh, the virus? Leaves traces of Sulphur in the blood"

"A demonic virus?"

"Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare. At least it explains why I've been having visions"

"It's like a Biblical plague” Y/N says.

"Yeah. You don't know how right you are, Y/N. I've been poring through Dad's journal, found something about the Roanoke colony"

"And?" Dean asks.

"Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon's name. Sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Resheph. A demon of plague and pestilence"

"Well, that, that's terrific. Why here, why now?"

"I have no idea. But Guys, who knows how far this thing can spread? We gotta get out of here, we gotta warn people"

"They've got one! In here!" Mark shouts. Dean and Y/N enter the next room.

"What do you mean?"

"The wife. She's infected"

"We've gotta take care of this. We can't just leave her in there. My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get" Dean barely hesitates before pulling out his gun and stalking into the lab, followed by Y/N.

"You're gonna kill Beverly Tanner?"

"Doctor, could there be any treatment? Some kind of cure for this?" Sam asks.

"Can you cure it?"

"For God's sake, I don't even know what 'it' is?"

"I told you, it's just a matter of time before she breaks through"

"Just leave her in there, you can't shoot her like an animal!" Pam says.

"Sam" They go to the door of the utility room, where Beverly is being held. Y/N, Dean, and Mark hold their guns ready; Sam carefully opens the door, and Dean, Y/N, and Mark take up offensive positions. Inside, Beverly is huddled on the floor, knees drawn up. She jumps as they approach.

"Mark, what are you doing? Mark, it's, it's them! They locked me in here, they, they tried to kill me! They're infected, not me! Please, Mark! You've known me all your life! Please!" Y/N looks down then to Sam.

"You sure she's one of 'em?" She asks. Sam nods, his face twisted in distress. As Mark pulls back, near tears. Y/N steps forward and fires twice.

==

The shades are drawn, and Mark peers through them cautiously. A few people are gathered outside. Behind him, Sam pulls out a hunting knife and checks the blade as Dean and Y/N load guns. In the lab, Pam had just dropped a vial of blood; she screams.

"Oh god! Is there anyone me? Am I okay?"

"You're clean, you're okay"

"Why are we staying here? Please, let's just go!"

"No, we can't, because those things are everywhere," Dean says. Pam sinks down.

"Oh god..."

"Hey, shh, shh"

"She's right about one thing. We can't stay here. We've gotta get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming," Sam says quietly.

"Yeah, good point. Night of the Living Dead didn't exactly end pretty," Theo says.

"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with rifles- even with all your hardware we're, we're easy targets. So, unless you've got some explosives," Sam glances up at a shelf of medical supplies and gets an idea.

"We could make some." He goes to the shelf and takes down a bottle of Potassium Chloride; just then, someone starts pounding frantically on the front door. The four run out.

"Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!"

"It's Duane Tanner!" Mark opens the door and lets Duane in. He had a backpack and is limping.

"Thank god"

"Duane, you, okay?"

"That's the guy that I, uh," She asks Sam quietly as she clicks her tongue.

"Yeah"

"Who else is in here?" Duane asks.

"Never mind who I am. Doc"

"Yeah, okay"

"Duane. Where you been?" Mark asks.

"On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I . . . I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?"

"Awkward," Y/N says, turning to Sam and Dean, attempting a joking tone. Duane is sitting on a stool; his left leg has a deep gash in it.

"You're bleeding"

"Where'd you get that?" Dean asks.

"I was running, I must have tripped"

"Tie him up, there's rope in there," Y/N says. Dean and Sam look at her surprised.

"Wait..." She pulls her gun on Duane.

"Sit down!"

"I'm sorry, Duane, she's right. We've gotta be careful"

"Careful? About what?"

"Did they bleed on you?" Dean asks.

"No, what the hell? No!"

"Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?" Sam asks.

"I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards"

"My mom!"

"It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The Sulphur didn't appear in the blood until then, so...no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns.

"Y/N, Dean, I gotta talk to you. Now," Y/N glances at Mark, who nods. The three leave the lab.

"Sit in that chair," Mark says to Duane.

"This is my vision, guys. It's happening"

"Yeah, I figured," Dean says.

"You can't kill him, all right? Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not"

"Well, U think we're pretty damn sure. Guy shows up out of nowhere, he's got a cut on his leg, his whole family's infected?"

"All right, then we should keep him tied up, and we should wait and see"

"For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance. I'm agreeing with Y/N on this one." Y/N starts to push past Sam, who stops her with a hand on her chest.

"Hey look, Man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you know that"

"It's supposed to be tough, Y/N. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point"

"What does that buy us?" Dean asks.

"A clear conscience, for one!"

"Well, it's too late for that." Y/N goes to walk past him but is stopped again.

"What the hell's happened to you?"

"What?" Y/N asks. Dean freezes.

"You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Y/N. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there"

"Mm-hmm," she says. Y/N pushes past Sam a third time; Sam tries to stop her again but Dean hurls him against the far wall. Y/N and Dean go back into the hall and lock the door behind them.

"Hey!" Sam rattles the lock "Open the damn door, Y/N! Dean! Don't do it, Guys! Don't!" Y/N and Dean are not in the hallway. She drops the clip out of the gun and taps it against the put, then replaces it. They open the door to the lab and shut it behind them; Duane is tied to the chair and Mark, Pam, and Dr. Lee stand nearby.

"No, you're not gonna...No, no, I swear it's not in me!"

"Oh God. We're all gonna die"

"Maybe he's telling the truth"

"No, he's not him, not anymore," Dean says.

"Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!"

"I... I can't tell," Duane is sobbing.

"Please, don't. Don't, please. I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me, I swear, I, I swear it's not in me. No, don't"

"I got no choice." She turns to Dean "Please...don't look at me differently." Dean nods. The moment stretches on: Y/N pointing the gun at Duane with her finger hovering over the trigger, Duane sobbing, the others watching in tense silence. Y/N trembles, hesitates, and finally lowers the gun with a grimace "Damn it!" Duane pants in relief as Y/N leaves the room. She unlocks the room with Sam in and she walks in. Sam looks to her with sad eyes.

"I... I couldn't do it. He's a kid, Sammy. He's a damn kid," she says, her voice slightly breaking. Sam hugs her, his chin on her head.

"That's good, Y/N. That means you have a conscience. And you're better than those outside," he says. Dean watches from the door, smiling. He clears his throat and the two pull away and look at him.

"Sorry to ruin your little sibling moment, but...we have bombs to make and people to save."

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N are preparing explosives with rags and glass bottles. Dr. Lee enters, hands in her pockets.

"It's been over four hours. Duane's blood is still clean. I don't think he's infected. I'd like to untie him, if that's all right." Dean, Sam, and Y/N share a look; Sam nods, Y/N lowers her head.

"Sure. Yeah." Dr. Lee leaves. Sam looks to Y/N. "You know I'm gonna ask you why."

"Yeah, I know."

"So why? I mean, I understand he's a kid, but what made you do it in the first place?" Y/N and Dean share a quick look. He sees that she's hesitant.

"We need more alcohol," Dean says. Sam gets up and goes into the dispensary and finds Sam already there. Y/N gives Dean a thankful look.

"How you holding up, Pam?" Sam asks.

"Good. It'll all be over soon." She shuts the door and locks it; Sam, his back turned, doesn't notice. "In fact, I've been waiting for this the whole time."

"For what?"

"To get you alone." She lashes out and knocks him to the ground. She straddles his chest and hits him, hard, across the face. Outside the room, Dean, Mark, and Y/N hear the commotion and arm themselves. Pam has a scalpel in one hand, which she slices across Sam's chest and then across her own palm, placing her wound over his. Y/N kicks the door open and shoots her three times in the back. Pam convulses and falls to the floor. Sam reaches out a hand to Y/N, who starts to lean over to take it; Mark pulls her back.

"She bled on him. He's got the virus." Sam pulls his hand back, realizing it's true. Dean's face is stunned, looking from Sam to Pam.

"Does it look like I care? He's my brother," Y/N says and shoves past Mark to Sam. She helps him onto the stool and presses a bandage to his chest, which he soon takes over. His eyes are down, and he looks near tears. The others surround him, Dean pacing angrily, Y/N next to Sam.

"Doc, check his wound again, would you?" There is a small pause. "Doctor!"

"What's she need to examine him for? You saw what happened."

"Did her blood actually enter your wound?" Dr. Lee asks.

"Come on, of course it did!"

"We don't know that for sure," Y/N says.

"We can't take a chance," Duane says.

"You know what we have to do."

"Nobody is shooting our brother," Dean says.

"He isn't gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself."

"Nobody is shooting anyone!" Y/N shouts, standing up.

"You were gonna shoot me!"

"You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!"

"Dean, Y/N, they're right. I'm infected, just give me the gun and I'll do it myself."

"Forget it," Dean says.

"Dean, I'm not gonna become one of those things."

"Sam, we've still got some time," Y/N says.

"Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this," Mark pulls out his handgun. Y/N stands in front of Sam with an angered look.

"I'm gonna say this one time- you make a move on him; you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!" She shouts.

"Then what are we supposed to do?!" Y/N tosses Mark her keys.

"Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there. You two go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now," Y/N says, nodding.

"What about you two?"

"Dean, Y/N, no. No. Go with them. This is your only chance!"

"You're not gonna get rid of us that easy," Y/N says.

"No, he's right. Come with us," Mark sees that the two won't budge. "Okay, it's your funeral." Mark leads Duane and Dr. Lee out of the door.

"I'm sorry. Thanks for everything," Dr. Lee says.

"Oh, actually we're not really Marshals," Dean says.

"Um. Oh," She leaves, and Dean shuts the door behind her. He turns slowly to face Sam, who starts to cry.

"Wish we had a deck of cards or a foosball table or something," Dean jokes.

"What I would do for a beer right now," Y/N says.

"Guys, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here."

"No way."

"Give me your gun, and leave."

"For the last time, Sam. No," Y/N says. Sam slams the table.

"This is the dumbest thing you two have ever done."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?" Dean shudders.

"Or that time in Nebraska," Y/N also shivers.

"Guys, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you two."

"No?" The twins say in unison.

"No, you can keep going."

"Who says we want to?"

"What?" Y/N crosses to the other wall and pulls a handgun out of her waistband before sitting on the file cabinet.

"We're tired, Sam. We're tired of this job, this life... this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it.

"So, what, so you two are just going to give up? You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Guys, I know this stuff with Dad has-"

"You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but..."

"What is it about?" Dean and Y/N share a look. They then hear a noise outside; a moment later there's a knocking on the door. Dean picks up both handguns and crosses to it; Dr. Lee is there. He opens the door.

"You'd better come see this." All six survivors are standing outside the clinic; everything else in sight in deathly silent. "There's no one. Not anywhere. They've all just...vanished."

==

Dr. Lee is looking through the microscope; Sam is seated on the exam table.

"Well, it's been five hours and your blood's still clean. I don't understand it, but I think you dodged a bullet."

"But I was exposed. How could I not be infected?"

"I don't know. But you're just not. I mean, you compare it with the Tanner samples..." She looks through another microscope. "What the hell?"

"What?" Sam asks.

"Their blood. There's no trace of the virus. No sulfur, nothing."

Mark and Duane are loading up a truck; Dr. Lee stands in the doorway of the clinic.

"Hey, the Sarge and I are getting the hell out of here, heading south. You should come," Duane says.

"I'd better get over to Sidewinder, get the authorities up here. If they'll believe me. Take care." Mark waves at her and to Dean, Sam, and Y/N, who are leaning against the Impala.

"What about him?" Dean says, gesturing to Sam.

"He's going to be fine. No signs of infection." Dr. Lee goes back inside as Mark and Duane pull away in the truck. Dean and Y/N turn to Sam.

"Hey guys, don't look at me. I got no clue."

"I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean, why here, why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just friggin' melted."

"Why was I immune?"

"Yeah. You know what? That's a good question. You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away," Y/N says. They get in the car and pull away from town.

The Impala is parked by the side of the road, overlooking a river. Dean, Sam, and Y/N lean against a fence, drinking beer.

"Wishes do come true," Y/N says, gesturing to her beer.

"So, Last night. You wanted to tell me what the hell you two were talking about?"

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"What do I mean? I mean you said you two were tired of the job. And that it wasn't just because of Dad."

"Forget it."

"No, I can't, No way."

"Come on man, I thought we were going to die, you can't hold that over us."

"No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap with me, man. You're talking."

"And what if we don't," Y/N says.

"Then I guess I'll just have to keep asking until you do."

"I don't know, man. I just think maybe we ought to...go to the Grand Canyon."

"What?"

"Yeah, she's right, you know, all this driving back and forth across the country, you know we've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan maybe Y/N can bang Robert Pattinson."

"You're not making any sense."

"We just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?" Y/N says.

"Why are you saying all this?" Dean and Y/N shake their heads, turning away.

"No, no, no, no, Guys. You're my siblings, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit."

"We can't. We promised."

"Who?"

"Dad," Y/N answers.

"What are you talking about?" Dean looks to Y/N, who sighs and nods her head.

"Right before Dad died, he told me something," he takes a breath, then looks at Sam. "He told me something about you. Then I told Y/N."

"What? Dean, Y/N, what did he tell you?"

[writermuses]

Ronan didn't take it personally when a client called him 'Mr. Samuels' instead of Sergeant Samuels, but with the retirees at the company it was very common and most referred to him as 'Sarge' or 'Sam/Sammy' before they ever called him Ronan. Nevertheless, he coughed back a clipped laugh, sipping on his club soda. "Ronan's fine. I have a lot of questions, Mr. Palance, but I guess from the lack of a portfolio on you and why I'm assigned to you that it's probably don't ask type of situation?" It went without saying that this scenario made the mere concept of keeping this man alive all the more difficult. Still, he was younger than expected and, Ronan scanned him taking his hand with a firm grip, seemed more than capable of holding his own. Yes, Ronan definitely had many questions.

In a way, it could be considered sacrilege for an underboss in the Mafia to employ security beyond those inducted into the ways of the Cosa Nostra. And yet, tradition and rules hardly mattered for Domenico Palance, not when he needed to ensure he stayed alive. Whether from incompetence or suspicion, his trust in his men had declined rapidly, and that was where Ronan Samuels came in. The bodyguard came highly recommended, a reputation that Domenico valued. It was so much so that Domenico acquiesced when he was told the other male insisted on meeting him at the bar. He could count the number of people he’d do that for on the fingers of his left hand, but simply put, he needed Ronan’s services. So, with his characteristically confident stride and an ease in his posture, Domenico strolled into the bar. He swiftly identified Ronan based on his photograph and walked over, a grin on his features. When he reached him, he extended his hand. “Mr. Samuels. Domenico Palance. It’s a pleasure.”

@writermuses

[31steelstreet]

Redesign thoughts on Sammy’s human ver-

Also-

Been thinking about changing their name a bit-

To “Samuel ‘Ceaser’ Veto”—

[pineapplesquash]

[seawardboundsammy]

regretfully, i have finished red versus blue. to my darling, non-existent follower base, i deeply apologize. however, you must understand. this is my house. i live here. this show is not good, i do not recommend. please dont watch it. anyways, im about to spam the fuck out of my blog with these awful men from 2003

[itstheheebiejeebies]

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Safe Again

Not my image. Google image search

Pairing: Antonio/Fem Reader

Requested @fabyoliveira1999

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped when an undercover assignment goes wrong

¡Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, allusions of sexual assault, potential police brutality? All very in line with the show

A/n 1: this is a work of fiction. The gang and names used are completely made up and not meant to reflect any real persons. Thank you.

2: Part 2 will be a fluff drabble

Safe Again

A darkness overcomes you as you slip out of consciousness. The steady beeping of the machines around you are now frantic, their shrill sound piercing the ears of everyone around. 

Antonio yells out your name as hospital staff force him from your room. It isn't until Hank and Kevin pull him by his shoulders does he fully retreat. He sees a familiar face in the hallway and remembers a conversation he's been meaning to have.

"Halstead!" Antonio's voice shakes in anger. He stands face to face with the younger detective. His finger accusingly pointing.

"How the hell did this happen in the first place, man? You were supposed to have her back!"

Jay's voice was quiet. "I know." He drops his head in hands. "I'm so sorry, man. I should've pulled us out of there."

"You were supposed to watch her."  Antonio strains to speak, his tone is much softer this time as he fights back the tears threatening to spill. Wordlessly, he claps Jay's shoulder, giving it an affectionate and apologetic squeeze. None of this is Jay's fault. Antonio knows this and instantly regretted taking his emotions out on his colleague.

-72 hours prior-

You're sitting in the bullpen, having just been assigned to go undercover with your partner acting as your boyfriend. The idea being that the two of you would infiltrate the known drug gang the Scorpions as potential buyers and dealers for the more upscale neighborhoods the leader, Sammy, was trying to reach.

Your actual boyfriend is the first to speak. "Oh hell no. You're not doing this," Antonio tells you, earning a hard stare from you in return. "She's not doing this," he shifts his attention to Voight. "These...thugs are ruthless. They're killers."

Hank's eyebrow shoots up, wordlessly questioning Antonio. "Watch yourself there. Last I checked this was my unit. I give the orders."

"Sarge, if I may," you interrupt. "I'm willing to do this. I've successfully gone undercover before and I've gone alone," you remind not only your sergeant, but your boyfriend. "I want to do this." Your eyes fall to Antonio momentarily before looking back to Hank.

"Do whatever you need to prepare," he orders. You nod, reaching for your cell phone. Hank turns around and heads into his office. Antonio is hot on his heels, letting the door slam shut behind him after giving you a displeased look.

You huff an angry sigh. From his desk, Jay offers a sympathetic smile. "He's coming from a good place, y/n," he reminds you. "He's just scared. He knows you're more than capable of handling yourself out there."

Appreciating Jay's words, you nod your gratitude and make the call to set up this meeting.

//

You are fuming the entire walk up the stairs to your apartment. Antonio follows closely behind. You wait until the door closes completely before angrily spinning back in your heel to glare at him.

"Do you have any idea how demeaning and humiliating it is to not only have my boyfriend, but a superior colleague to react that way in front of my sergeant? Our sergeant? This is important, Antonio! And I'm not some rookie. I've done this before! You have no right-"

"You're right," his voice is calm and not at all what you expected to hear. "And I'm sorry, mi amor. I made sure to tell Voight before we left that I support you doing this and promised to not let my feelings compromise this case."

"Oh." You feel your anger start to dissipate. "In that case…can you order dinner, please? I'm going to take a quick shower." You stand on your tiptoes, pecking his lips softly with yours before heading to the bathroom.

//

Today was the day you and Jay, or rather your aliases Roxie and Ray (you relentlessly teased Jay about his lack of creativity), were meeting Sammy, having already built a rapport with some of the other members lower in the chain of command. If it went well, today should be the day you make the bust. Both of you step into the garage to meet the team and go over plans one last time. You're in a body flattering dress hitting right above your knees, Jay in a suit sans necktie.Your friends whoop and catcall  Part of your personas was playing a bored, wealthy, money-motivated couple and you had to look, not just act, the part. As Antonio approaches, Jay excuses himself saying he'll be in the car waiting whenever you're ready. Antonio's voice is quiet. "There's still time. Don't do this."

"I thought you supported me."

"I did...I do! I just can't let you-"

"Let me?" You yell, earning the unwanted attention of those nearby. You shake your head, hurt and disappointment shine in y/e/c eyes.  You walk away without another word, getting into the passenger side of the car

//

You reach the autobody garage the Scorpions use as a front. Immediately they pat you both down by a few members you've met during the time undercover. You're positive your inspection is more thorough as he squeezes your one ass cheek.

"Hey man," Jay shouts seeing you get groped.

"It's alright, babe," you wink. "Rico's only appreciating a good thing when he sees it." Rico smirks before declaring, "They're both clean."

Sammy, and another man you recognize from case files, Nic enter. "What's this? Who did you bring me?"

"These chumps are gonna be your new sellers."

Sammy's eyes hone in on you. You hold his gaze. "Hell naw," Nic says. "They brought you cops."

"Oh, please," you say, rolling your eyes. "With this face and ass-he knows, he felt it," you point to Rico, "I'm too fine to be a cop." You flash a cheeky smile.

"Bitch, shut up!" The back of his hand connects with your right cheek. The stinging causes your eyes to water. Beside you, Jay flinches; it's hard from him not to react.

'Listen man, I don't know what you think is going on. We just-"

"You can shut up, too." 

You hear the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking, turning to see it pointed at Jay. Sammy gives a nod to one of the others. 

"Look out," you try to warn Jay, but it's too late. The butt of a gun hits Jay in the temple and he gets kicked at the back of his knee until he falls to the ground. His head hits the cement flooring hard. You don't understand why the team hasn't busted in yet.

Nic's gaze is on you. "You testified at Dierk's hearing." His fist swings and it makes contact with your jaw. It's enough to make you sway but you remain on your feet. "He was my cousin you, stupid bitch. Get her in the car. Leave him."

As you're forced into a black SUV, you manage to choke out a weak,"Jay, " your stained voice sounding unrecognizable to your own ears.

//

The equipment they sent you in with was faulty. Voight was furious as was Antonio. They whole worked diligently to get video or audio, anything to keep tabs on you and Jay. It's not until the SUV, with you unbeknownst to them inside, peels out, that the whole team moves in and finds Jay bleeding and unconscious on the floor. Kevin reaches him first. "He's alive!" he shouts to the others. Adam radios for an ambo before he and the others continue to clear the building. Kevin gently shakes Jay awake. He groans, hands instantly reaching the side of his head. He makes to stand.

"Easy there, brother," Kevin warns. Jay lets Kevin help him to his feet. "We've got a bus on the way."

Jay nods, "I'm fine. Where's y/n?"

"She's not here. No one is," Hank answers as the rest of the team draw near Jay. Jay's stomach plummets as he realizes they've taken you, his partner.

"Son of a bitch!" Antonio yells, kicking an oil drum.

"We work fast to get y/l/n back," Hank declares. "Check for surveillance, witnesses. We find that SUV and we find y/n. Alive

 Any means necessary.  Let's move." The team disperses and his hand clasps Jay's shoulder. "You get checked out by medics first." Jay opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it quickly. He nods his compliance. Hank and Antonio follow him to the ambulance that's just arrived.

"Hey boss," Jay speaks, with a tentative glance to Antonio. "This went south when Nic recognized y/n as the detective who testified against his cousin. Hank pursed his lips, but even in his anger, the color drains from Antonio.

"Voight," Antonio's voice almost cracks.

"We'll get her back."

//

Bloodied and bruised, you're alive with very little clue as to where you are. Your survival skills kick in.

You take note of your surroundings. You think you're in an unfinished basement of a residence. Definitely a lower floor as you remember being tossed down a flight of stairs. Your hands are bound behind your back and tied to a support beam. The door to upstairs is locked and even if it wasn't, based on all the noise coming from the floors above you'd never make it out undetected. 

The door opens and heavy footsteps make their way towards you. Nic comes into your line of vision.

You try reasoning with him, "As far as I'm concerned, nothing's been done that can't be undone. You just gotta let me go."

"You don't get it, do you? Maybe this will clear things up for you." He draws his gun, pressing it into the middle of your forehead 

"But first I'm gonna fuck you real hard." His face inches from yours. Nic pulls the gun away. His stale, hot breath reeking as he stands too near. You couldn't help but scoff before you throw your head into his, headbutting him with all the might you could.

He cries out in agony.

"Stupid bitch." He backhands you. Then grabs you by the chin. His furious eyes never leave you and a rough hand claws at the skirt of your dress. You feel cold metal pressed against your thigh. "First, I'm gonna fuck that tight pussy with my gun inside you then-"

"Why?" You smirk. "Afraid you won't be able to get it up?" So much for those survival instincts. Anger flickers across his face. His free hand makes a fist. You dodge his swing and he instead makes contact with the pole. This enrages him more. Hastily Nic puts the gun back in his pants. Both his hands wrap themselves around your neck.

//

14 hours have gone by. That's how long it's been since Antonio's last seen you. He's hurt and getting desperate. With less than two hours of sleep (Antonio only went home after Voight said he wouldn't be any help without some rest), he was out trying to find any witnesses, checking traffic cams, and placing calls to all his CIs in hope that any of them might be able to give a lead. When one of them started stringing him along, Antonio jacked the guy up against an outside brick wall near the precinct. That's when Kim found him. 

"We got something," she says in a hurry, fearing Antonio may do something he can't come back from.

The team picked up two Scorpion members and one is currently in the cage. 

"Five minutes, Hank. Just give me the key and five minutes alone with this guy," Antonio pleads to his sergeant. From the cage, the Scorpion chuckles. Antonio lunges causing the chain links of the cage to rattle. He appears more animalistic than human and the laughter does immediately. "Where is she, you bastard?" Hank looks at the guy, still refusing to talk, then he unlocks the door for Antonio.

"Are you crazy? You can't let him in here with me," he shrieks.

"Your boss has one of our own. And she just so happens to be his girlfriend, so you're crazy if you think I could really stop him if I wanted to," Hank answers before moving away from the door and heading upstairs. The door barely swings open before Antonio steps inside, knocking the guy to his ass with one punch. He picks him up by the shirt collar preparing another blow when Jay and Adam come flying down the stairs.

"Get outta here!" Antonio yells.

"We got an address. Atwater and Kim they picked up another member and he talked," Adam says breathlessly. Antonio hesitates.

"C'mon on man," says Jay, "He's not worth any more of your time. If y/n's there, let's go bring her home."

//

Hours have passed. How many you're unsure, but as they ticked by your hopes of being found or escaping  dwindled. Pain flows through your entire body. You sit on the cold, hard basement floor, unable to stand anymore. Nic had strangled you until you passed out. He never touched you like he promised and when you regained consciousness you were alone.

Shouts came from upstairs. You're unable to hear every word, but you catch enough to know they're talking about you.

"We need to move her now. We've kept her alive too long!" You hear footsteps and then the opening of the door. Nic appears before you, with a sinister grin. Your heart races as he nears. His eyes roam your body as he undoes his belt. He pulls you to your feet by your hair. A whimper escapes you and he laughs. Once again, his hands pull at the skirt of your dress. His hands travel along your thighs and ass squeezing both. His touch makes your skin crawl that you actually shudder. His fingers start to tug your underwear down when there's a commotion from upstairs.

"Freeze! Chicago PD."

"Drop the weapon!"

"On your knees! Face down." 

"I said drop it!"

Your heart flutters with hope, but then shots ring out and you have no idea who's firing or what's happening up there.

"Down here!" You yell. The basement door opens.

"Chicago PD!" Antonio and Jay's voices ring out.

"One male. He's got a gun," you warn. As they rush down the stairs, Nic pulls his gun on you.

"Drop your weapon!" Jay orders. His eyes perfectly fixated on the gun in Nic's hands. Antonio eyes you carefully and while seeing you bruised and a gun to your head isn't ideal, he's relieved to see you alive. Your colleagues' guns stay fixed on your offender. "You won't be told again. Drop. Your. Weapon." Your eyes lock with your boyfriend's beautiful brown ones and you nod ever so slightly. You slide down the pole as Nic moves towards you as if he was going to use you as a shield. Both Antonio and Jay fire their guns. Blood splatters onto you. Jay moves to check the body, but all you really notice is Antonio running to you  and it's honestly a beautiful sight.  "Baby, baby, baby. Hang on. I got you," he soothes, working quickly to free your hands of the zip ties. Your head falls into his chest. Really your whole body just collapses into him. Antonio holds you close, careful not to embrace you too hard, but his touch has never felt better. You sob uncontrollably as he begins to rock you.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," you repeat.

"Shh. You did nothing wrong, mi amor. Shh, now, baby. I got you. You're safe again."

//

Immediately you're taken to the hospital. Blood is drawn,xrays taken, exams given. You've sustained several injuries, but nothing critical. Mostly you're bruised and exhausted, so when the machines you're hooked up to start beeping erratically, Antonio is confused and scared again, clearly demonstrated by that outburst directed at Jay. 

He opens his mouth to apologize when Will Halstead exits your room. 

"You can go back in now," he says simply.

The intelligence team looks at him, confused.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Y/n wasn't breathing properly."

"What?"

Will puts his hands up. "No no. She's fine. She can breathe. She was sleeping and wasn't breathing deep enough for the machine to register it. I promise she's fine."

There's a collective sigh of relief from everyone.

Antonio coming back into your room is a most welcoming sight. There's so much to say, but your eyelids are heavy with sleep. Instead you take his hand in yours. Antonio's free hand lovingly caresses your face.A feeling of safety washes over you and you drift off into a peaceful dream.

[quetzalcactus]

Yanker

[arcadequeerz]

OK NO BUT LIKE?? SAMMY?? SARGE?? I KNOW FOR A FACT THERE'S A CHARACTER WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH AN S IN BATIM AND THAT'S WHO I THOUGHT SCRIBBLES WAS REFERRING TO /gen

NHIJO4HMKLEYRT4WEUJIPOKHGFJUIP Theres: Susie Campbell and Sammy Lawrence- your probably thinking of Sammy JKNMLGBFDSNJ In the Batim au Sammy was Scribbles' Husband KJMLBGFFNJKG

[jillyb2004]

First Kidisome of my fan kids

First Kid: Vixxie for Moxy x Ox from UglyDolls

Second kid: Peaches The Hawaiian Bread for Sammy x Lavash from Sausage Party

Third kid: Candace The Volkswagen Bug for Fillmore x Sarges from Cars

Forth kid: Frankie for Woody x Forky from Toy Story 4

Btw this is a redraw from 2019 but I deleted it and never seen it again

[31steelstreet]

Bonus:

[pineapplesquash]

So are Samuel and Carl just friends who share rent together or what's their relationship?

Yea they’re nerds that share a single apartment as well as the rent, but also they’re coworkers, as they both work at a nearby police station!

I’d say they’re fairly close, as they’ve been living together and have met even before then!

As for if their relationship is either platonic or romantic, tbh that’s something I’ll leave to y’all’s opinions lmao, either way is valid, and either sense they do care about each other a good bunch.

(Also,, I have recently opened an ask/rp blog now, which does cover these two nerds! So if y’all have any more questions on em, do direct them to @31steelstreet from now on!)

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

My Best Pal

Steve Rogers X OFC Bucky Barnes X Reader Cap was the best thing to happen to Steve, he was the reason Steve had found the love of his life and gotten married. Three kids sitting together in the dining room, laughing at whatever one of them had seen. This was truly his life. a/n:this is the final fic to my Steve and Captain series, and I just want to say to everyone whose read it, thank you so much, this honestly made me cry like a baby when I finished it, but it’s something that I’ve loved to write, and I hope everyone loved it too, thank you <3

Steve took a slow, deliberate breath.  

He was taking Rosie, and Aj to their first day of senior year, where had all the time gone?  It felt like just yesterday he was holding them for the very first time.  Haley was heading into her sophomore year of highschool, that didn’t help ease his anxiety.

“Dad, things are gonna be fine, we’ve been going to this school for years.” Rosie shrugged nonchalantly.

Steve ran a hand over his face, scratching his beard absentmindedly.

“That isn’t what worries me sweetpea, I just miss you guys all the time.” Steve smiled softly, resting his free hand on Rosie’s shoulder.

“We know, mom tells us all the time.” Rosie patted his hand, grabbing her bag from the floor.

All three kids slipped out of the truck, waving behind themselves as they headed inside the school.  They’d made friends, but no one ever usually came over to their house.

It wasn’t because Steve was opposed to people knowing that his kids attended the school, it was that the kids were respecting his personal space, his privacy.  Being an Avenger had taken a lot from him, and being in his house was the one place no one could bother him.

Steve grabbed his phone, dialing a number he’d know by heart even without the eidetic memory.

“Babe, they’ve been out of the car for two minutes, come home already.” Krista’s voice was soothing, a gentle reminder of what he’d go home to.

“You know how I get when they start school.” Steve glanced at himself in the rearview mirror.

The gray he’d started to notice when the twins were toddlers had slowly started to make it’s way over his entire head, even going as far as making its way into his beard.

He’d accepted it after a couple of years, knowing there was nothing he could do to prevent his aging.  Then again, Bucky was in the same boat as him, though the gray seemed to affect him more in his beard rather than his hair.

Y/N, and Krista had started calling them silver foxes, much to the kids dismay.  Apparently there’s nothing worse than hearing your mother call your father sexy.  They of course didn’t care choosing to annoy the twins, Haley, Becca, and Sammy all the time.

Steve took the long route home, enjoying the scenery that was New York almost absentmindedly.  It’d been a long time since he’d been able to just drive away without a real destination in mind.  Sure, he was going home to the dogs and Krista, but right now he was simply enjoying the drive.

Maybe he could pick up breakfast for them, something they hadn’t had in a while, a nice treat to distract him from the kids being at school all day.  

“Sir, your wife has texted a few times over the past few minutes, it seems urgent.” Steve felt his heart jump into his throat.

“Can you read the texts?” Steve gripped the steering wheel tighter, palms sweating as he stared out the windshield.

Krista:Babe, are you taking the long way home again?  You know how I feel when you do that.

Krista:Hey, there was a package delivered, but there’s no note, were you expecting something?

Krista:Steven Grant, there is something inside the box, and I swear to god if you’re not home in the next five minutes.

Krista:If this is a prank you’re sleeping on the couch for a month! “Would you like me to send a reply?” Friday’s voice sounded far away, almost as if she was talking inside of a tunnel.

“Tell her I’ll be home in two minutes.” Steve pressed down on the gas pedal, the speedometer needle rising much higher than he’d ever driven in the truck before.

It could handle the speed no problem, but he wasn’t about to risk anything when it came to his wife’s safety.

Cap and Grant were most likely watching the door intently, even in their old age they were determined to keep the house safe whenever Steve was out of the house.  Right now though, he needed to protect them no matter what. They weren’t as spry as they once were, even if Steve could say the same for himself.

He pulled into the driveway haphazardly, parking the truck before jumping out and running over to where the box was laying in front of the door.

Krista had been correct, the box was definitely moving, but there didn’t seem to be anything dangerous about it, no toxic gas oozing out, or any kind of bomb.

“What the hell?” Steve knelt down, gently prying open the top of the box, coming face to face with what seemed to be a German Shepherd puppy.  The dog was small, smaller than even Grant was when they adopted him.

He pulled the puppy out carefully, checking for any kind of note to give him an answer as to why there was a dog on his front steps.  Besides what looked to be a blanket, there was nothing indicating as to why there was a small puppy on his porch.

“Doll?  Do you know anyone whose dog was having puppies?” Steve grabbed the box before nudging his way inside.

“No, cause all of our friends either don’t have animals, or have cats.” Krista stepped around the couch slowly, almost nervously.

Cap came over to sniff the small pup, snuffling when he realized it was another dog.  Grant on the other hand was ready to play with him, even if Steve was reluctant to set him down.

“There was no note or anything, he was just kind of sitting out there.” Steve bundled up the pup closer to his chest, frowning when he realized they were shivering.

Krista cooed softly, stroking her fingers over their fur.

“They’re so small, was Grant this small when we got him?” Steve knew immediately she was going to want to keep him, and who was he to deny her?  Considering the dog had been placed in their laps essentially.

The other two dogs walked away after a few moments, seeming to realize Steve wasn’t going to let the small dog play with them, at least not yet.

“He’s not underfed, just maybe still growing.” Steve was afraid he’d accidentally hurt the small pup, listening to the soft whines he was letting out.

“Let’s take him to the vet, see if there’s anything wrong with him first.” Krista grabbed any necessities before leading Steve, who was still holding the puppy, out to the truck.

Sure it would’ve been easier to have Friday do a quick scan to check for any abnormalities, or fleas, but they needed to be absolutely certain.  Plus, if they’d planned on keeping him, there were plenty of different things to get first.

“God, he’s so small.” Steve glanced down at the pup, noticing how he’d started to burrow himself into Krista’s arms.

Maybe he was scared, of the world, of going somewhere else he wasn’t entirely sure about. The only conclusion Steve could really come to, was that he was curious.

The vet was all too happy to take them back once they arrived, examining the puppy for any fleas, or diseases he might have. He was a trooper through everything, even when the vet mentioned shots.

Well, he may have whined for a brief moment when the needle came into his sights. Steve wasn’t even a fan of needles, and he was a supersoldier.

“From what I can tell he seems to be in perfect health, no fleas, no rabies, not even a hint of anything negative. You said he was dropped on your doorstep?” The vet seemed confused, but also concerned for any of the possible brothers or sisters.

Steve couldn’t tear his gaze away from the pup, curiosity getting the better of him. Would it really be so bad if he had any siblings, another dog to add to the family?

“Steve, don’t you dare.” Krista wasn’t so much glaring at Steve, as she was staring him down slightly disappointed.

“C’mon, Cap needs someone to play with at home.” Steve wasn’t afraid to use his own puppy eyes, knowing it worked every time.

She sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. The dog was in good health, and Cap could use the exercise right now.

“Don’t tell the kids about him just yet, that’s all I’m asking.” Krista stepped over to the pup, fingers dug into his coarse fur.

Steve smiled, content that they’d be able to give this puppy a forever home, even with three rambunctious teenagers.

“How hard could it be anyway?” They’d taken care of three kids all under the age of five at once, this would be a cake walk.

3 ½ Months Later Steve ran after Sarge, nearly skidding across the floor as the puppy sprinted into the kitchen. Krista paid neither of them any mind, stirring together the pie mixture she’d been working on all morning.

“Gotcha!” Steve held Sarge up in the air, laughing when the puppy wiggled and barked.

“You know, it’s christmas morning and the most you’ve done is be outdone by a dog, again.” Krista snickered, pouring the mixture into the pie crust next to her.

Steve scoffed, setting Sarge down onto the ground. No one else had known they’d gotten another dog, everyone more concerned with how Cap was doing. His muzzle was spotted with gray, matching Steve’s own beard and hair.

“The kids are all in the dining room, probably texting everyone to see when they’re coming over.” Steve stepped over to Krista, arms wrapped around her waist as she hummed happily.

Steve knew the first people to arrive were going to be Bucky and his family, they always came almost an hour early. Nothing with being punctual.

“Gifts are all wrapped and ready to be handed out when everyone’s here, though I don’t think Cap’s gonna be up for much fun today.” It was pretty obvious that he chose to relax more often, laying in his bed while Sarge ran around the house.

They’d lost Grant the year prior, he’d given them plenty of love for the years he was on the earth, and everyone was grateful to have spent time with him.

“He’s getting old, but at least the kids were able to grow up alongside him.” Steve didn’t want to ever have to say goodbye to his best friend.

Cap was the best thing to happen to Steve, he was the reason Steve had found the love of his life and gotten married. Three kids sitting together in the dining room, laughing at whatever one of them had seen. This was truly his life.

“Can you really believe that they’re going to be graduating next year?” Krista sighed softly, running a hand through her hair, it was a nervous habit she’d picked up after dealing with three teens.

“I honestly can’t, but we knew they were going to graduate eventually. They’re gonna go off and do big things with their lives, make us proud.” Steve smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek before straightening once more.

Everyone began to arrive quicker than Steve anticipated, the house soon buzzing with activity as everyone snacked on finger foods and passed out gifts to everyone.

“Alright, I just want to say thank you everyone for coming, I’m sure the kids loved their gifts since they’re all preoccupied.” Everyone chuckled, Tony playfully scoffing where he sat by Pepper.

“We’re all family, even if we aren’t blood relatives you’re all my family.” Steve raised his glass, sitting back down beside Krista on the couch.

The holidays used to be a tough time for Steve, Bucky included. Times were tough, people fighting on nearly a daily basis. T’Challa and Shuri had helped Bucky become the man he was today, someone with a family that loved him dearly.

Steve had never pictured himself having a wife and children, always worried about the next mission that came his way. When his best friend Cap was practically dropped into his lap he couldn’t complain, there were more important things to worry about.

“I gotta admit, even after all these Christmases, no present beats getting Cap.” Steve patted his head gently, watching the way he slumped against his very loved dog bed.

“I’d say the same thing, he’s been such an amazing part of this family.” Krista reached down, running her nails across his back gently.

Cap’s tail wagged almost lazily, enjoying the attention he was getting.

“I just hope Sarge doesn’t bother him too much, I don’t think he’d be able to handle too much play time.” Steve frowned slightly, Cap was laying around more often than not lately.

“He’s nearly twenty years old, I think Sarge will get the hint after a few tries.” Sarge was currently lounging by Bucky and Y/N, enjoying his belly rubs that Bucky gave him.

The party simmered down after dinner, guests leaving in small groups until the last ones to leave were Tony and Pepper.

“Good to see you again Cap, Steve.” Tony nodded to Steve before stepping out of the house.

Pepper was already waiting for him, Morgan playing on her phone in the back seat. Steve waited until they drove off before going inside, assessing the damage of the living room.

Sam and Bucky had helped clean up before heading out, mentioning that they had early mornings and needed to be on the road. Steve wasn’t one to complain, they hosted Christmas in their home every year anyway.

“Don’t stay up too late, the kids are already in bed.” Krista pressed a kiss to his cheek, before heading up to their bedroom.

Steve took a deep breath, getting into the mindset to deep clean before crawling into bed.

Cap followed him around for a few minutes before deciding Steve wasn’t doing anything fun and lying down once more. Sarge joined him after a while, curling up by Cap’s side and promptly falling asleep.

Steve finished cleaning at nearly one in the morning, shutting off the lights before heading up to bed.

His life was perfect, it didn’t matter what had happened in the past, everything in that moment was perfect. And it was all thanks to his best friend, Captain.

Captain “Cap” the dog 2019-2039