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Krasivaya-Chapter 4

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

This was a horrible idea.

You knew agreeing to pretend to date Steve wasn’t your finest moment, but you were stuck now. It reeked of desperation. Every time someone looked at your intertwined fingers, you felt that they could see right through the farce. It was a cluster fuck of epic proportions.

Steve was sickeningly affectionate, nipping at your neck, pressing kisses to your  lips whenever Bucky was in the same room as you. He’d been uncharacteristically distant the last few days, leaving the room with a dark scowl on his face whenever you and Steve got ‘cosy’. Melissa had shown up more frequently, displays of affection turning more and more sexual between the two.

It made you sick, made you feel worthless and ugly every time he growled naughty suggestions in her ear, and her shrill giggle pierced the air.

Walking hand-in-hand with Steve to the weekly movie night, lost in deep thought, Steve stops short. Melissa and Bucky are curled tightly around each other, the former giggling at something he said.

“You up for this doll?” Steve whispers, concern etched on his face.

Squaring your shoulders, you nod once. Gritting your teeth you reply, “Feel like turning it up a notch?”

His eyebrows raise in surprise before he breaks out into a sexy smirk.

If you were a lesser woman you would be a puddle on the floor.

He leans down close to you, breath fanning across your face. “Let’s give em hell, darlin’,” he practically growls.

Pushing aside the jealousy, you plaster on the best smile you can. Wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist, his hand resting casually on your firm backside, you stride into the room together.

Steve squeezes the firm muscle hard as you move in front of Bucky.

You let out a startled squeak before breaking out in a fit of giggles. “Behave, soldier,” you stage whisper.

He grins crookedly, pulling you into his chest. Both hands now rests on your backside. “You know I can’t keep my hands off of ya, darlin’,” he murmurs as he nips at your neck. Peppering kissing along your jaw, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your hands instinctively fly to his hair, letting out a rather fake moan into his mouth.

He pulls away, chuckling darkly, “Later, baby girl.”

Bucky clears his throat behind you. “Can you two quit it? We’re trying to watch a movie.”

Rage clear on his face, Steve regards his friend cooly. “Sorry, Buck, I can’t get enough of my girl.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky rises from his seat on the couch. “That’s the thing, Steve. Since when has she been anything to you other than a friend?”

Steve lets go of you abruptly, facing his friend dead on. “We’ve been getting closer since you and the..” he clears his throat, “Since you and Mel started dating, it escalated.” he shrugs nonchalantly.

“We both know she ain’t your type, Steve! What the fuck is going on!” He whirls to face you.

Your stomach drops. Of course he would think you dating a man like Steve would be implausible.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, jerk?” Steve all but roars, his anger at his best friends lack of filter rising to the surface.

You shrink into yourself, mortified by the disbelief in Bucky’s voice. Ugly, you think, That’s all I am ugly and worthless.

“Ya know what I mean, Steven! (Y/N) is… she’s….” he struggles to find the words to describe you.

A sob makes it past your lips. “Fat?” you whisper.

Bucky’s eyes snap to yours.

“Ugly?” you continue.

Bucky’s mouth slack with horror. “No… I… That’s not what I meant!” he tries to backpedal.

You can hear Melissa sniggering behind you.

“No, James, I get it.” You take a steadying breath. “Just because you wouldn’t look twice at me, Barnes, doesn’t mean other men can’t appreciate me for more than my appearance.” Tears leak down your face.

He had hit the nail on the head.

You weren’t ever going to be good enough for a man like him. Or Steve.

“Krasivaya…” he begins.

You hold up a hand to stop the half assed apology about to come from his mouth. Shutting down all emotion, you look up at him. “I would appreciate it if you would stop calling me that sergeant. I am obviously not beautiful. That much you have made perfectly clear.”

You feel dead inside. Emotionless. An empty void.

Turning to Steve, you grab onto his hand trying to anchor yourself to reality.

“Take me to bed, soldier?” you ask as Bucky bares his teeth at his friend.

“Now you’re talking, baby girl. I’ll meet you there in five. I have a few things to discuss with, Bucky.”

Nodding, you bid everyone goodnight. You haven’t made it five feet beyond the door before the enraged voice of Steve Rogers reaches you.

“What the fuck was that, Barnes?” he roars.

You can hear the collective gasp of everyone in the room. The clean cut, all American soldier swearing?

It brings a tentative smile to your face.

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On today’s episode of ‘Holy @%$# I didn’t know that was you!”

1.) G.W. Bailey: M*A*S*H as ‘Sgt. Luther Rizzo’ (Recurring Character) AKA ‘Louie Provenza’ on The Closer/Major Crimes

2.) Barry Corbin: M*A*S*H as ‘Sgt. Joe Vickers’ (Episode ‘Your Retention Please’) AKA ‘Whitey’ on One Tree Hill/’Ed’ on Anger Management/’Dale’ on The Ranch

3.) Edward Herrmann: M*A*S*H as ‘Cpt. Steven Newsome (Episode “Heal Thyself’) AKA ‘Richard Gilmore’ on The Gilmore Girls

Krasivaya-Chapter 3

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

You had spent two days in your room refusing to speak to anybody but Nat. You poured out all your insecurities, all your pain to the redhead. Her eyes grew colder with each word you spoke. She brought much needed comfort to your fragile heart, soothing some of the pain in your chest.

It was time to venture back into the world of the Avengers. You were starved for company. And cupcakes.

Donning black workout gear which hugged your curves in all the right places, you leave your room, following the angry yelling coming from the kitchen. Sighing inwardly, you can distinctly hear the irate voice of Natasha hurling insults at whom you assume can only be Bucky. Judging from the slew of Russian leaving her mouth, and the angry tirade coming back, he’s giving as good as he got.

You cautiously make your way into the kitchen. Nat and Bucky are screaming at each other from across the table, chests heaving in anger. The only word you can make out over the raised voices is your name. Nat had obviously had enough of your moping, and had taken it upon herself to defend you

“Natalia! Dostatchno!” you yell.

Bucky’s eyes never leave hers. He’s breathing heavily, fists clenched at is side. Natalia’s lips are curled into a feral snarl, and you know if you don’t intervene the punches will start flying.

You move toward Bucky as fast as you can, wedging yourself between him and the table. Grabbing his hand draws his attention. “Dostatchno, James,” you whisper, forcing him to look at you.

He hisses at you, fucking growls, pushing you into the table by the hips.

A small gasp leaves you as your back hits the cold surface. A spike of desire shoots through you, making you whimper.

Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten, his eyes growing momentarily dark as he growls again, hair falling in his face as moves closer to you.

There’s a flurry of movement, scraping chairs, yelling as the team scrambles to get you away from him.

Bucky’s metal hand slips under the tank top you are wearing, sending delightful goosebumps dancing across your skin.

“James,” you say in a voice that sounds awfully close to a moan.

He bites his bottom lip, small groans leaving him as he moves closer to you.

You can feel the heat radiating off him, he’s so close. You can smell the lingering scent of his body wash, feel the corded muscles in his abdomen, but he’s yanked away from you by Thor.

You’re pulled bodily across the kitchen table by Steve who shoves you behind him, taking a defensive stance in front of you.

Disappointment rages through you. Did that just happen? Did Bucky nearly kiss you? What in the actual fuck is happening?

Confused, aroused, and angry, you stomp out of the kitchen, not bothering to get an explanation, uncertain if you want one. Moving toward the gym, doubt niggles at you. You most certainly imagined the entire thing.

He was angry, and an angry Bucky Barnes is an unpredictable Bucky Barnes.

Yanking at your ponytail in frustration, you eye one of the punching bags. Wrapping your hands in tape, you unleash hell on the bag in front of you. Grunts leaving you in infrequent intervals.

Stupid! you think. He’s with that sniveling woman. Wouldn’t look twice at someone like you. You were an awkward lump. A socially inept filler girl for when Bucky couldn’t get someone to warm his bed, or when he was feeling vulnerable, or when the nightmares reared their ugly heads. You were nothing but a pit stop. A stepping stone for something better.

You’re so engrossed in battling the bag, you don’t hear Steve come up behind you.

“Easy, slugger,” he murmurs as he grabs your arms. “What did the bag do to ya?” he jokes trying to lighten the tension in the air.

You let out a reluctant laugh, wiping the sweat out of your eyes. You smile at the Super Soldier as he regards you closely.

“You doin’ ok, doll? That was pretty intense.”

You sigh. “I’m fine.. It was just.. Having him so close? Looking at me like that? I…” you can’t seem to find the words to describe how you’re feeling, a deep sadness settling on you.

Steve smiles sympathetically, before lighting up like the fourth of July. “I got an idea, doll face.” He grins wickedly.

“No!” you nearly scream. “I want no part of your half-cocked schemes, Rogers!” Backing away slowly from the blond, he pulls you to his chest.

Strong arms engulfing you in a comforting embrace. “We’re gonna show Buck what he’s missin’, darlin’.”

Horror. That’s the best way you can describe the emotion currently coursing through you. “Stevie..” you plead.

You can feel his chest rumble with suppressed laughter. “Don’ fight me on this, doll,” he gently replies.

Sighing you peek at him through your eyelashes. “Alright, Captain. What do you have in mind?”

His smile is blinding, blue eyes dancing with affection.

“(Y/N)? Will ya be my pretend best girl?”

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This Can’t Be The End

Originally posted by classicspnsource

Summary: You and Dean are transported to the year 2014, only to find the world in ruins and nearly everyone you love dead. In your time, your feelings for Dean are unrequited, but in the future, things are much different. (5x04 rewrite/reader insert)

Pairing: Future!Dean x Y/N Singer

Word Count: 5,700

Warnings: ANGST (Seriously guys, proceed with CAUTION this is the angstiest thing I’ve ever done. It hurt me writing it, it nearly killed @deanssweetheart23 who is forever and always my lovely beta) SMUT (That’s right, I actually wrote smut and it’s probably terrible) LANGUAGE (Future!Dean swears a lot) Mention/suggestion/implication of suicide.

A/N: This is not only for angst weekend, but for @jayankles Bailey’s birthday challenge! Congrats on the blog-versary and the followers, hun! I’d also like to sincerely apologize to you for the severe levels of angst… please read something happier for your birthday. 

A/N/N: Again, first real time doing smut, I’m sorry it’s probably terrible. This is an episode rewrite, and a great deal of the dialogue is from the episode - full credit to the spn writers. And I’m not kidding, this shit is angsty. Hang on.

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Krasivaya-Chapter 2

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

You wait patiently at your favorite cafe for Bucky to show. It had become a tradition that every Sunday you and Bucky would meet for brunch and catch up on each others lives. Life could get hectic as an Avenger, often seeing you parted for weeks on end, so the ritual had been born out of necessity before becoming a simple pleasure. It was a bright spot in your week, a reason to get dolled up, and garnered you Bucky’s undivided attention for more than ten minutes at a time. Maybe it was kind of desperate, maybe it hurt as much as you loved it, but you wouldn’t trade that quiet time with Bucky for anything in the world. Especially now.

Bucky and Melissa had been growing ever closer over the last week. Bucky had been paying less attention to the other people in his life, and, after a stern talking to by Steve, you were roped into broaching the subject with the metal armed soldier. Steve figured coming from you, it would carry more weight, and wouldn’t end up with Bucky growing defensive, or giving you the gears about being jealous that he had a girl when Steve didn’t. You wanted to kill Cap for making you do this, but… his distance was beginning to hurt team dynamics, so you’d reluctantly agreed.

The only problem was he was late.

You had been sitting in the cafe for a good forty five minutes, and were starting to get sympathetic looks from the other patrons. Taking out your phone, you send a text to Bucky, inquiring about his whereabouts. Another ten minutes went by and still no answer was forthcoming. Fidgeting with the edge of your coffee cup, you debate whether or not to give this up as a bad idea and go home. Bucky obviously had better things to do.

You should have known, or at least asked him if you were still on for the date. Biting back the tears forming in your eyes, you flag down the waitress and ask for the bill. The pity written on her face has you feeling even worse. Throwing down some money, you hastily exit the cafe.

Ducking into an alley, you sink down onto the garbage strewn ground, finally letting the traitorous tears fall.

He’d stood you up. The realization is devastating, drawing up all the old hurts and fears you’ve struggled with since meeting one James Buchanan Barnes.

Anger replaces heartbreak. Tears dry up. The sharp sting of rejection fresh in your psyche. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken. It wasn’t his fault you were this… this lump of uselessness.

He was too good for you. Too pure. Too handsome. He belonged with someone like Melissa. It was time you accepted it.

Picking yourself off the floor, you reach inside your handbag, pull out a compact and try desperately to fix your face. You square your shoulders, and set out to make the long trek home, resolved to keep your distance from Sergeant Barnes.

The walk does you a little good, helping you put things in perspective. It clears the stuffiness of tears from your head at least. The bustle of the city moving around you, carrying on as if your world hadn’t just crashed to ashes at your feet, helps soothe some of your anxious soul. Life moved on, and so would you. Or, so you tried to convince yourself, but the lies you tell yourself are always the hardest to believe.

Exiting the elevator, you stride into the common room only to hear the giggling of Melissa and Bucky from the couch. He’s crouched above her, tickling her while she squeals in delight.

It makes you feel physically sick to watch them together. Lips curling in disgust, you stealthily try and make a hasty exit, but super soldier hearing foils your plan.

“Krasivaya? Where have you been?” Bucky pipes up from the couch, a wide smile plastered on his face as Melissa breathes heavily underneath him.

You stare at him for a full ten seconds before you realize he truly didn’t remember he was supposed to meet you. “I was at the Cafe,” you reply, voice as neutral as you can make it.

The smile slips off his face as realization dawns on him. He scrambles upright, leaping over the back of the couch, ignoring the indignant squeak coming from Melissa. “Shit, (Y/N)! I completely spaced!” Regret is written clearly on his face.

You shrug him off. “It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

He scoffs, “Of course it is! I bailed on ya!”

He reaches to grab your hand, a gesture done so often in the past it’s become second nature. You flinch away from him, taking a step back, you can’t handle having him touch you. The surprise in his face quickly morphs into one of hurt.

“Krasivaya..” he pleads.

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, willing the action to keep you together long enough to make a hasty exit to find Steve or Nat or maybe just fucking run as far away as you can from this shit storm.

Bucky takes a deep breath, putting that charming lopsided grin on his face. The one that he knows will get you to do anything. Two weeks ago it would have worked. “Why don’ we hang out a lil’ later? Mel has to go home soon anyway, so I’ll be all yours.”

Anger makes an unwelcome appearance again. Now that his precious Mel was leaving he wanted to spend time with you? Fuck no! Squaring your shoulders, you raise yourself to your full height, which wasn’t all that impressive if you were being honest.

You look him straight in the eye. “No thank you, Sergeant Barnes. I have a date with a super soldier that actually wants to spend time with me.”

He looks stunned for a minute before he replies with a, “Sergeant?” confusion etched in his face. “(Y/N), I don’t understand why you’re acting this way.”

A small, despairing laugh spills from your lips. “I’m not acting any way. I’ve just come to some hard realizations is all. Some painful truths.” Turning to go, you pause, hand resting on the doorframe. “You did stand me up, though. Left me for forty-five minutes to become that girl that everyone whispers and stares at, pitying because she was too stupid to realize the man she was waiting on wasn’t coming.”

The pain and self-loathing you’re fighting manifests in a wave of power that causes the lights to flicker. It sends Melissa scrambling into the corner of the couch, her fear evident. Pleasure in the reaction streaks through you followed swiftly by guilt.

Exhaling slowly, you crack a false smile. “But don’t worry about it, sarge. It’s forgiven. You and Mel have a nice evening.” With a nod, you stride down the hall, ignoring Bucky when he calls your name.

Stupid, stupid delusional girl. What did you think was going to happen? That he would just miraculously fall for you? You were kidding yourself. Willing yourself to believe that you were worthy of a man like James Barnes. It just made you hate yourself more.

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hey can i point out that laura bailey’s shirts are ironically prophetic

wears her “all men must die” shirt - Big vox machina deaths

wears her “good vibes only” shirt - vox machina almost gets tpked by vecna and her character’s twin brother gets disintegrated