Desire

Summary: “Take that which your heart most desires or perish. Fulfill your desire to break free.” A witch curses Sam to take what his heart desires, but there’s consequences.

Warnings: Smut, language, regret, betrayal, rough sex (maybe), a bit of fluff if you squint and turn your head upside down, angsty stuff, cheating, language, use of the word ‘exponentially’ (I dunno - I’m in a dumb mood).

Word Count: 3K

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Y/N/you/reader/whoever, a witch.  

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

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Sacrifice

Written for Prompt: Sacrifice. @dontshootmespence​ Alphabet Angst for 8K Challenge. One of Nicole’s rules stated, ‘MAKE ME CRY!’ I hope I was able to accomplish that. I made myself cry writing it.

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: ANGST, character death, canon typical violence, language, derogatory slurs

Word Count: 5161

Credits: Aesthetic- the amazing @tumbler-tidbits​; Beta - the wonderfully talented @wayward-and-worn​​ (her awesome suggestions helped make this fic so much better); Beta/Editor - @cleighwrites​​ (thank you for pointing out my lapse in judgment in the first draft and the tough love to see things in a different way)

A/N: Set in Season 10. Slight canon divergence.

Summary: sac’ri·​fice’ v. 1 to give up something that is valuable to you in order to help another person  2 to give up something for something else considered more important (Cambridge Dictionary, 2020)

People make sacrifices every day. Parents for their children. Spouses and significant others for their partners. Siblings, friends, loved ones, good samaritans for complete strangers. Everyone makes sacrifices. Some are small, many go unnoticed or unappreciated, but some–some are big, even life-changing.

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Kym. Wow. Holy shit. Wow. 😮😵‍💫😭

There’s not enough emojis, words or gifs to describe how this made me feel. But I’ll try.

Both brothers are so in character this could have been plucked right out of the show. The pain, the anger it’s a living breathing thing and I felt it. I’m mad at the reader!! She should have waited!! There has to have been another solution. Anything. Something. Anything to save Dean this grief.

Then that ending, if there is another level above ugly crying 😭 that’s what I’m doing right now. Seriously.

It’s fics like this that make me cringe thinking of all the absolute shit you beta for me. 🫣

Sharing Dean Winchester Master List

Summary: Lexie Walker, Sam’s best friend from Stanford use to hunt with the Winchester’s. Fearing she would be the cause of them getting hurt or worse, Lexie left them. Once she had got her revenge, she seeks out the boys only to find Sam living the apple pie life with Amelia and Dean missing. Dean returns from Purgatory and they partner up to hunt. They soon find themselves benefiting from each other’s company in other ways.

Warnings: Smut, language, implied smut, angst, fluff, hurt Dean, Dean being Dean, self-loathing Dean. Usual SPN violence (mentioned), oral sex, confident female (yes that’s a warning!) 

Word Count: 51k (over 11 chapters)

Notes: Set around season 8. Written from Dean POV and OC POV. Cas is still in Purgatory until stated.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Female OC, Sam Winchester, Benny (tiny part),

Characters (Mention only): Jody Mills, Charlie Bradbury, Amelia Richardson, Castiel.

Pairing: Dean x Female OC.

Beta: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba - thank you for everything and all the ideas. All mistakes are my own.

Tags: @crashdevlin @aingealcethlenn @the-dead-skwad @evansrogerskitten @deans-baby-momma @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba @p3nny4urth0ught5 @fandomoniumflurry 

-*- Main Master List -*- -*- Dean Winchester Master List -*- -*- Sam Winchester Master List -*-

Some light holiday reading? Yes please.

@thoughts-and-funnies enjoy 😘💜

Together We Are the Storm

Written for: SPN Dean Bingo ~ @spndeanbingo

Square Filled: Hunt Gone Wrong

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, language-lots and lots of f-bombs, verbal argument, smut, a bit of a dom!Dean vibe

Word Count: 7483

Credits: Beta-The absolutely amazing @princessmisery666. Thank you for spitballing the title with me, your willingness to bounce ideas, the wonderful suggestions you made, your honest feedback, and most of all your support. 🤗😘🤗

Summary: Angry with the way the brothers have been treating her, the reader decides to take matters into her own hands and fight through the storm that is Dean Winchester.

The hunt had been rough, another in the series of hunts that had gone wrong lately—either taking longer than they should to complete, ending with more casualties for no reason other than to entertain the current monster of the week, or one of you being injured or almost killed. The three of you can’t seem to catch a break. The back-to-back hunts and close quarters for hours on end in Baby and cheap motel rooms are beginning to wear on everyone’s nerves.

This time it was a witch disguising her kills as werewolf victims. You knew something felt off from the start and had tried several times to get the boys to trust your instincts, to listen to your theory. Weariness and frustration replaced caution and thoroughness. Egos, tempers, and stubbornness came into play, and they had continued to ignore your input, and you continued to grow more resentful as the hunt dragged on. Sam, especially, had dug his heels in, adamant that it was werewolves.

Guys you seriously do not want to miss this one!!

The comparisons, the emotions, the realness of it all, it’s all just…

Sharing Dean Winchester Master List

Summary: Lexie Walker, Sam’s best friend from Stanford use to hunt with the Winchester’s. Fearing she would be the cause of them getting hurt or worse, Lexie left them. Once she had got her revenge, she seeks out the boys only to find Sam living the apple pie life with Amelia and Dean missing. Dean returns from Purgatory and they partner up to hunt. They soon find themselves benefiting from each other’s company in other ways.

Warnings: Smut, language, implied smut, angst, fluff, hurt Dean, Dean being Dean, self-loathing Dean. Usual SPN violence (mentioned), oral sex, confident female (yes that’s a warning!) 

Word Count: 51k (over 11 chapters)

Notes: Set around season 8. Written from Dean POV and OC POV. Cas is still in Purgatory until stated.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Female OC, Sam Winchester, Benny (tiny part),

Characters (Mention only): Jody Mills, Charlie Bradbury, Amelia Richardson, Castiel.

Pairing: Dean x Female OC.

Beta: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba - thank you for everything and all the ideas. All mistakes are my own.

Tags: @crashdevlin @aingealcethlenn @the-dead-skwad @evansrogerskitten @deans-baby-momma @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba @p3nny4urth0ught5 @fandomoniumflurry 

-*- Main Master List -*- -*- Dean Winchester Master List -*- -*- Sam Winchester Master List -*-

This is an amazingly thought out story. It has everything you want from a good piece of fiction. The depth of Lexie’s background and character are so well written that you forget she’s an OC. I loved everything about this and although I’m happy I got to binge this in it’s entirety, I’m kinda gutted it’s over too. Great work that I highly recommend 💖

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Thank you so much for you kind words babe @pink-sparkly-witch ♥️

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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Part 2 coming soon...

So surprise, surprise, a one shot turned into a mini series (4 parts total). I’m a wordy bitch, sorry not sorry.

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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That was amazing. I loved it. ❤❤

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Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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Damn that hurt. 😞

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@sycochick sorry 😐 but thanks for reading 😘

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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I’m gonna be honest, I only read this because I love your writing, not because I knew who Bucky was, but now, I’m SCREAMING!

A cliffhanger? What about my heart?!

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@nerdyfangirl67read I’m sorry 😐 I can confirm there is a part 2 in the making 😘

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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@lovely-geek sorry 😐 😘 🤗

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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Reblog because why the hell not.

I just love being in pain?? The angst is just- MUAH SO GOOD. I hope there’s a part 2 brewing up 👀

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Glad you liked the angst 😍 there maaaaaaaaybe a part 2 in the making 😉

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

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Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Bucky has been ghosting her. She doesn’t know why. The whole thing is slowly killing her, losing her friend, not knowing what she did wrong. When the opportunity arises she confronts him.

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, mentions of depression.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC/reader (could be either I guess).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Notes: First person POV (unnamed reader/oc whichever you prefer). I don’t know why I just started writing and it happened this way. GIF in title card found on tenor. @firefly-graphics made the divider.

A/N: I had a dream about someone I should not be dreaming about. I told Manda Panda and she said it gave her Bucky vibes so here we are. 

Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @slytherkins // all mistakes are my own.

Bucky won’t look at me. He hasn’t even acknowledged my presence. I’ve put on a brave face, smiled at the other friends gathered to celebrate Steve’s birthday. Our friends seem oblivious to the fact we’re not joined at the hip like usual, except maybe Steve. He’s shot me a few wry smiles when he catches me staring at Bucky, pleading silently for him to just look at me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Bucky’s my friend, and has been for a long time. We used to spend a lot of time together; at the gym five times a week, dinners or breakfast for a real catch up. Sunday’s are our “cheat days”, we work out then go and eat greasy food. But it’s been almost two weeks since we last spoke. I’ve tried all forms of communication, but I’ve heard nothing back. He’s been noticeably absent from the gym, and his assistant constantly lies to me and tells me ‘he’s in a meeting’.

Honestly, the whole thing is slowly killing me. I can’t put something right if I don’t know what’s wrong. The idea of hurting him or upsetting him in any way makes me sick to my stomach. 

Bucky laughs at something Sam has said, and the sound carries across the bar to me. I can’t help but stare at him. Maybe if he feels eyes burning into him, he’ll finally look at me, and I’ll be able to figure out exactly what the hell went wrong.

He doesn’t. He finishes the last of his beer, puts the empty bottle on the table and walks toward the toilets.

I see an opportunity and I can’t let it pass, so after a minute, I excuse myself from Wanda’s company and follow after him. I reach the door just as the hand dryer shuts off and I plant myself firmly in front of it. Determination, and perhaps stubbornness, takes over and I wait.

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