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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Reiji | Selection ♱
Reiji: Hoh… So, you decided upon me? I truly must commend you, seeking to be disciplined from someone like myself.
Yui: Th-That’s not why I chose you, but…
( No matter who I picked, nothing would have changed, right…? )
Shuu: Whatever happens, just don’t end up killing her. Not that it worries me.
Reiji: … …
Yui: ( …It doesn’t seem like these two get on. You could cut the tension with a knife… )
Kanato: …We’re not to kill her? Why not?
Shuu: Like I’d know. It’s just what that guy said, to “take great care of your guest”.
Yui: Honestly, you should have spoken up sooner about that…!
Shuu: It was a bother.
Yui: A b-bother…!?
Ryuuto: Meaning, you didn’t intend on doing so to begin with?
Pray tell, is there anything else you intend to rattle off to let it be known that her not choosing me was a mistake?
Shuu: Haa…
Ayato: What’s that bastard thinkin’? What’s with takin’ care of this lame human chick?
Laito: Hmm. Maybe this runs deeper than we thought?
I wonder if that guy is actually up to something, with our “guest”?
Reiji: It appears he wouldn’t be the only one.
Ryuuto: … …
Kanato: What are you saying? That there is something unusual hidden underneath this girl’s surface, perhaps?
Laito: Who knows~? There’s just no telling what that guy’s thinking, sometimes.
Yui: Y-You’ve lost me.
Ayato: Shuddup, titless! This’s our family’s problem.
Yui: ( …Is this “guy” they keep mentioning the one that Father said was related to the Church? )
( So, these Vampires living here must somehow be connected with him too… )
( But besides, where are those relatives I was told would be here…? )
Shuu: Anyway…
We’re supposed to make sure she doesn’t end up dying, end of story. So, don’t do anything too reckless.
Reiji: Hmph… No matter. I shall take it upon myself to train you into a lady, befitting of this household.
Yui: …!!
( Somehow, someway… I need clarification on this; I need to contact Father. Then, I can focus on getting away from these people… )
( And hopefully I’ll do so unscathed… )
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Voracious
Pairings: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️
Synopsis: Matt has this weird obsession with being a predator and Y/N being a prey, but will she fall for it….
Warnings⚠️: ERMMM…..this is juicy smut so if you’re a child go to bed thank youuuuu. There’s spit, manhandling, use of the word slut, face smacking, throat grabbing, feral Matt….i feel like that’s it but bitch this was DIRTY😏
Song of the chapter: Tear You Apart- She Wants Revenge
⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact⚠️
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
Matt had this weird obsession with wanting to chase me around a wooded area like I was his prey. At first I humored him a little bit, laughing at this crazy idea, but when it wouldnt stop, and he started to constantly bring it up I got concerned.
“Matt no, I’m scared of the woods, and I do not want you chasing me” I told him
“Come on babe. It will be so much fun, I chase after you while you’re scared and aroused” he said back
“Why the fuck would I be turned on by this” I asked him
“Oh I didn’t tell you? Well see I’m the predator and youre the prey, and if I catch you I get to fuck you how I want” he responded. This sent a shiver down my spine, and weirdly I was turned on, but still very very scared.
This conversation happened about two months ago, and suddenly stopped, so I figured his little fantasy was over.
Matt and I had flown to Boston to visit his parents, and Nick and Chris had already been there for a week at this point.
Two days after being in Boston, Matt told me he had a surprise for me. He wanted to take me on a little vacation to get away. Of course I agreed because a vacation by ourselves was what we Needed.
I didn’t ask many questions, but once I started to realize we left a busy city and entered wooded areas I started to feel uneasy.
“Where are we going Matt?’’ I asked looking over at him
“It’s a surprise baby” he said looking over at me and smiling
“I’m getting a little nervous as there is no outside life here” I told him shifting in my seat
“Baby don’t worry okay” he said to me grabbing my hand
About 30 minutes later, and we had arrived to a cabin in the middle of the fucking woods.
“Matt what the fuck is this?’’ I asked in fear
“A cute cabin get away” he said nonchalantly
“No this is frightening” I said grabbing my bag, and walking to the front door
“Oh come on it’s literally so cute here” he said rolling his eyes
“Yeah maybe to a serial killer but not me” I told him as he opened the door and we walked in
“Y/N just enjoy this please” he said groaning
“But im scared” I said walking into the living room
“Oh my god! Do you hear that??” He asked me
“HEAR WHAT” I said jumping
“Absolute fucking silence” He said smuggly
“Oh you dick! You scared the shit out of me” I said smacking him lightly on the arm
“All that peaceful silence, that will soon be broken when I fuck the shit out of you” he said pulling me in to kiss me
“Matt you’re filthy” I said kissing him back
“Only for you” he responded
Matt and I had made dinner laughing and talking the whole time, and after we ate we sat on the couch for a while laughing some more. And we both decided to shower. The whole shower Matt was teasing me, but wouldn’t do a single thing and it was making me a little bit annoyed
Once we hopped out the shower and changed I had laid in the bed and Matt was out in the living room doing god knows what.
“Babyyyy I have a surprise,” he said, calling from the living room.
“Oh yeah what is it” I asked him
He walked into the bedroom and grabbed me
“Alright close your eyes and follow me” he said, and I shut my eyes letting him guide me
All of a sudden I felt a silk material wrap around my eyes
“Matt what’s going on” I asked him confused
“Shhh you’ll see” he said while letting his fingers brush against my back
“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately. Letting me tease you, and not asking for more” he said in my ear, sending chills down my spine
“I want to reward you for that, my good good girl deserves a reward doesn’t she?” He asked smacking my ass and then gripping it
“Oh my god…..” I let out immediately getting turned on
“Answer me baby” he said grabbing my waist and feeling up on me
“Yes Matt. I deserve it” I said sighing and throwing my head back a little bit
“I will give you exactly what you want, but first we play it my way” He said walking around to the front of me
“Umm okay” I said meekly
“You’re going to go outside and run. I’ll give you a 10 second head start, but if I catch you, which I will. I get to fuck you so hard you’re a weeping mess” he said
“Matt no! I’m not doing this” I said sternly
“No?? Oh no no baby. We’re not negotiating this” he said laughing
“How bad are you yearning to be fucked like a good slut” he asked me
“Matt…..” i told him in a warning like way
“Answer the fucking question” he said bluntly
“No” I told him
“If I put my hands down your pants right now you’re telling me you won’t be dripping for me?” He asked
“Can’t you fuck me normally” I asked him
“No I can not. So you’ll be listening to me” he barked at me
“Fine Matt let’s get this going. I want to be fucked already” I told him getting annoyed. He hummed in approval
He unlocked the front door and opened it, and then came over to me removing the cover from my eyes, and immediately I booked it out the front door.
I ran so fast into the wooded area hiding behind a big tree that I knew he hadn’t seen.
10 seconds later I hear his loud voice
“You better find a better spot because you’re making this too easy” he yelled
Slowly I started to walk deeper into the woods taking zig zag patterns. However I was starting to get more and more worried as it was really dark, and I could no longer see the house
“Oh Y/N” Matt said in a sing-song way that sent shivers down my spine. I heard him step on a branch, so I ran away from him again trying to keep my breathing steady. But it was becoming harder, as I was genuinely getting scared
As I was backing towards a tree I stepped on a twig, and the sound of it was enough to echo throughout the trees
“I think i got you” I heard Matt yell, but I couldn’t tell from what direction, and then it got really really quiet
I wanted to give up, and yell out to him because I was getting really really scared now. Just as I went to spin around the tree there stood Matt
“BOO” he said, and I jumped back screaming
“What’s the matter Y/N? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost” He said and immediately grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder
“MATTTTT STOPPP MATT” I started to yell
He smacked my ass to get me to keep silent as he walked us through the woods back to the house. Once we got back to the house he got us through the front door and slammed it shut. Walking us to the living room and dropping me to the floor
“I got my pretty girl now, didn’t I?” He asked with a scary look in his eye
“What are you going to do with me” I asked looking up at him
“Whatever I want to do, and you’re going to take it” he said
“Yes sir” I said still looking up at him
“Get on your knees now” he said, and I immediately got on my knees, he removed his shirt, and started to unbuckle his belt
“You’re gonna suck my cock like the dirty little whore you are” he said as he started to pull his pants down
“Yes whatever you want I’ll do” I said looking up at him from my lashes
“Open your mouth” he said, and when I did he leaned down a bit and spit into my mouth. “Swallow” he said and I did
“Good girl” he said petting my face, and then lightly smacking me
When he backed away he started to jerk himself off, and nodded his head for me to come closer. He spit down onto his own cock and continued to jerk himself off
“Come on baby use that pretty mouth of yours” he said, and with that I grabbed his dick putting it into my mouth, and immediately deep throating him
“Fuckkkkk” he said rolling his head back
I was bobbing my head up and down, and when I got to the tip I would suck extra hard. Matt was whimpering and moaning.
“Yeah just like that you’re doing so good” he told me as he grabbed the back of my head. I gagged a few times and the vibrations made Matt moan. That sound alone was making me so fucking wet.
Suddenly he pulled me off him. Kicking his pants off and roughly grabbing me. He lifted me up, and immediately pulled my shirt off of me, and then moved us over to the coffee table. He pushed me down to kneel infront of it, and then he kneeled behind me
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name” he said
“Please Matt, I need this” I said looking back at him. He pulled me in by my throat into a disgusting, sloppy, needy make out
He pushed me over the coffee table, sending everything falling to the floor. And immediately pulled my underwear down. Smacking my ass and then massaging it
“Mmm so fucking wet for me” he said looking at my glistening cunt, and I just moaned like a bitch in heat
“Please Matt I need you” I told him
He spread my legs a little further apart, and started to massage my clit rubbing my arousal everywhere
“Fuck MATT” I said from the sudden pleasure
He put his middle finger and his finger finger in his mouth, and then immediately inserted them into my pussy
“Oh my god” I said, shuddering. He started to finger me at a downwards motion towards the ground, and my legs started to shake
“Your pussy just takes any part of me so well” he said as I heard his fingers slide back into me at an ungodly paste
“Matt Matt I’m going to cum” I told him, and I wish I never did because he ripped his fingers out of me
“Not on my fingers baby” he said smacking my ass again
He leaned down towards my pussy and spat. This made me gasp and squirm. Slowly he ran his dick up and down spreading my arousal, and his spit everywhere
“Gonna take it like a good girl” he said before sliding into me
“Oh my god” I said with my back arching back like a cat
“Fuck” he sighs lightly slowly rocking into me. Allowing me to adjust to his size.
Within a minute Matt started to pound into me ruthlessly. Grabbing my arms back allowing my back to arch as he pound into me
“Matt fuck matt matt” I said clawing at his arms
“Shut up, and take it” he said breathing heavily
Continuing to pound into me non stop. He was drilling the fuck outta me, and all I could do was cry out like a bitch
“You’re so good to me baby” He said letting my arms go allowing me to lean over the table again
This time he grabbed my hips, and started to thrust into me harder and deeper
“Oh godddddd” I pounded almost crying out
Matt was above me grunting and moaning as his sweat started to drip down on me.
“Fuck Matt I’m so fucking close” I said gripping the wooden table. I’m sure there will be marks in it from how hard I was holding onto it
“Me too baby” he said, and immediately started to slam into me. Breathing extra hard than before. And the wooden table was digging into me in such a deliciously painful way
“MATTTT IM CUMMINGGG” I screamed out arching my back, and clenching down onto his cock shaking and trembling as I came all over his cock. His name falling from my mouth like a mantra. I leaned against the table limp and exhausted and in total bliss at the crazy orgasm I just had
Matt’s thrust be came deep and slow, and within three more thrust he was cumming deep inside me holding us together
“Fuck fuck fuck Y/N” he was moaning while slightly convulsing as his lowe abdomen contracted
After we caught our breath he pulled out allowing his cum and my cum to drop down onto his cock and lower stomach
“Fuck Matt. That was so fucking good” I said as he helped me off the floor, my knees immediately feeling like jello
“You’re so fucking good to me” he said kissing me while holding my chin
“Whatever weird ass fantasies you have please just tell me, because if it ends like this? I want more of it” I told him
He smirked at me and nodded his head biting his lip
“Lets get cleaned up baby” he said as we both walked to the bathroom to take a second shower of the night.
The night ended in us immediately knocking out after our shower because of how physically drained we were.
The End
Ouuuu hope you guys my lil cabin in the woods imagine. I have 8 more stories to write 🤭🤭 so let me stfu and get to typing. Once those are done I’ll probably open my requests up again💋
-J💅🏽
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets imagines#matt sturniolo#sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo smut#Spotify
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i hate you, i love you - lee heeseung
THIS FANFIC CONTAINS SMUT !! PROCEED READING AT YOUR OWN RISK
contains - fem!sub!reader, softdom!heeseung, established relationship, jealousy, slut-shaming/degradation (but in a fluffy, more teasing way), fingering, hee is just a tease(let me know if i missed anything!)
author's note - this is a scrap story which i tried to save T^T ik the end doesn't run as smoothly as it should but i spent an HOUR trying to fix this horrible fic and i really just wanted to be done with it =-= IM SO SORRY HEESEUNG STANS
word count - 1.1k
heeseung smiled at your horrible acting.
you were sprawled across the bed, quite obviously pretending to be asleep out of spite. you had purposely laid your head on his side of the bed, thinking it would annoy him.
but the response was quite the opposite. heeseung found it cute how you got so petty over him coming home late. he laid down beside you, resting his head on the little pillow space you had provided him with, looking down at your face.
"hi baby~" he greeted you warmly, wondering how long it would take tonight for you to crack. the longest you'd ever lasted with this act was two minutes. would you beat your high score tonight? probably not. "i missed you."
your eyelids fluttered as you were clearly struggling to keep them shut with how close he was. you could feel his warm breath trickling against your skin as he tucked some loose hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and kissing your forehead.
"you're so bad at this, you know that?" he murmured against your skin, putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. you would crack any second now.
aaaand just as he'd expected. a whine left your lips as you finally opened your eyes you tried to pull yourself away from his hug.
"hm? i thought you were sleeping." he teased. you realised his arms were too strong to escape from, giving up on that and instead opting to turn around so your back was against his chest.
"shut up. i'm mad at you."
"i'm sorry babyyyy~" he drawled out his words, kissing your shoulder as a form of apology, "i had a lot a of work, i came back as early as i possibly could!"
"you're two hours late."
"babyy~" he whined. you crossed your arms.
"you're not forgiven. i hate you."
"you hate me? come on, hate is a strong word!"
"go to sleep heeseung." you grumbled, finally escaping his warmth and scooting over your side of the bed. except, heeseung followed you, turning you around and hugging you again despite all of your winging and protests, putting a hand on the back of your head.
"i hate it when we fight, y/n."
"then stop coming home so late all the time. i wouldn't be so mad if this was just the first time."
"i know baby. i really am sorry. as i said, i try my hardest to be home for you but some days it can't be helped."
"well maybe if you weren't such an attention whore for all the other girls at your workplace you wouldn't have so much to do after hours." you grumbled.
heeseung looked down at you in shock. you had never, ever said anything like that to him. you were a sweet angel most the time. a sweet angel who was constantly afraid of asking for what you wanted. and he absolutely adored that side of you.
but this new side. this new, confident, jealous side, he could get used to.
heeseung let out a low chuckle.
"i'm an attention whore baby?" he asked innocently, tilting his head to the side, "that wasn't a very nice thing to say, was it? are you really that mad at me princess?"
you nodded. he smiled at you. adorable.
"hmm, but i don't think i'm the attention whore here, darling." he said, cupping your face and making you look up at him, "not when you've been posting so many slutty photos of yourself."
"n-not a slut." you argued. you gasped when his hand cupped your heat.
"not a slut?" he repeated sarcastically, middle finger pushing into your clothed clit, a soft whimper escaping you.
you shook your head, lip quivering as he kissed your temple. he ignored your ego, slipping his hand under the waistband of your tracksuit, circling your entrance with the pad of his single digit.
you buried your face in his chest, squeezing your thighs together.
"it's okay sweetheart. i don't mind looking after a needy little whore like you."
"h-heeseungie." you whispered, gripping onto his shirt.
"tell me princess." he said softly, pushing one slender digit into you.
"l-love you."
"you love me?" he smirked, "that can't be right. what happened to hating me? have you gone dumb already? i just put my finger inside of you."
you felt your head go fuzzy, not responding to his question as he pushed another finger into you.
"i love you too baby. i love you so so so much." he curled his fingers upwards, making you arch your back.
"fingers feel so good." you mumbled, keening into his chest, putting your arms around him, moans which escaped from you muffled against his white button-up.
"you're doing so well for me," heeseung said, going a little faster when he saw you adjusting to the pace he was at.
you couldn't help but grumble at the barrier of his shirt, stopping you from touching him properly. you gripped onto the top button of the shirt, pulling it back a little to signal at what you wanted. heeseung almost laughed at how pathetically adorable you were.
"what, you want me to unbutton my shirt? weren't you the one calling me a whore baby?"
you bit the inside of your cheek and looked up at him innocently. this time he really laughed.
"go on, unbutton it for me sweetheart."
he thrusted his fingers in and out of you even faster now, watching as you struggled to contain yourself as you undid each of the buttons. you let a soft mewl past your lips when you were content with what you'd done, looking back up at him as he leaned in and claimed your lips with his.
it hadn't even hit you how quickly your climax was approaching until it was just mere moments before arriving. you suddenly held onto his bicep as your pupils dilated from the sensation.
"seungie, m' gonna-"
before you could complete the sentence your orgasm hit you hard, moans and whines of heeseung's name and incoherent babbles leaving you as he gave you soft pecks and helped you ride it out.
"good job, good girl baby." he whispered, pulling his now essence soaked fingers out of you. he put them in front of your lips, watching as your mouth enveloped and sucked the digits clean, eyelids dropping and threatening to close, "did you have dinner princess?" he asked gently in your ear. you nodded and hummed as he took his fingers out of your mouth, "alright then, sleep well. i love you."
you closed your eyes as he encased your body in a warm hug, pulling up the comforter so that the both of your bodies were covered.
maybe him coming home late wasn't such a bad thing.
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synchronicity
Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader
Rating: Explicit
18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Tags: mutual (more like...simultaneous) masturbation, vaguely mentions plus size reader because I am nothing if not self-indulgent
Words: 807
Summary: The cardinal is up late and it would appear somewhere in the abbey, so are you.
a/n: this is very short but the idea wouldn’t leave my head so here you go babyyyy
divider by @ghuleh-recs
The popularity of the Ghost project has increased so much that—
A sweet sigh, released in the golden glow of a room.
As a result, it is imperative that we--
Hair splayed out on a pillow.
-for the future of the clergy. Furthermore—
Soft hands skimming bedsheets.
Cazzo.
With a growl of frustration, Copia throws his pen to the desk and pushes a gloved hand through his hair, sending the biretta on his head flying to the ground behind him. This is not the first time this week his work has been derailed by thoughts of you rising unbidden during the deep hours of the night, far past a time when anyone should be working. You certainly aren’t working now, your job in the abbey library long over for the day. No, you are currently sprawled out in your bed with your short silken nightgown rucked up over your generous hips, fingers drifting over your—
Enough. How can one little librarian be so distracting? Again, and again and again you plague his thoughts deep into these evenings where his work keeps him in his office on the wrong side of the witching hour. You with your gentle smiles and kind inquiries about his day and his rats and your infinite passion for ancient texts and rituals. You with the way your habit moves when you walk and the way he desires to place his hands on the spot where your waist meets the full curve of your behind. He thinks of you often – perhaps too often and in too intimate of terms but he finds he cannot help himself. Just as he cannot help himself now as his hands reach for the hem of his cassock, ready to draw it upwards so that he may reach himself. Once he finally maneuvers the large amount of fabric that separates his hand from his half-hard cock, he tugs a glove off with his teeth and palms himself wantonly. He groans low and broken as he envisions you ghosting one hand over one of your hardened nipples, the other rolling your clit in between your thumb and forefinger. Your hips shift upwards and so do his, matching your breathy moans with his own. He’s wearing entirely too much clothing, his body flushed and sweating beneath the red wool but you are deliciously exposed to both the night air and to him. When he brushes his thumb over the head of his cock you arch your back and your mouth falls open so he does it once more, twice more to see the lovely hang of your jaw. When your fingers drift lower, spreading your wetness while you spread yourself further open his hand jerks down his shaft and begins to stroke. You, in turn, slip not one but two fingers straight inside yourself, pumping at a rate to match his own.
“Mia bella, per favore, per favore,” he whines desperately, his hand moving faster and faster as your bucking hips send your fingers ever deeper inside of you. He can’t hear the words that spill from your lips when you come but, in his heart, he knows what you say and that makes his body jerk sharply, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he hunches over himself and—
--and a shudder rolls through you and your body twitches in the aftermath of your orgasm. Your fingers slide wetly from your cunt and without thinking, you bring them to your mouth and push them inside. Sathanas, it was like you could really see him this time splayed out in his office chair fucking his fist with reckless abandon, lips wrapping soundlessly around what you knew to be your own name. You remove your fingers from between your own lips and stare at the canopy of your bed, panting and flushed.
You two have got to stop meeting like this.
--Copia thinks as brings his gaze down from the intricate coffered ceiling of his office and to the scene that sits in front of him. He’s still loosely gripping his rapidly softening cock, cum spattered on the insides of his cassock and sliding down his fingers. He’s a mess, in more ways than one, as he sits up with a groan and lazily attempts to clean himself with a tissue procured from a drawer. He does a half-hearted job and straightens his vestments as best he can before he places his elbows on the desk in front of him and buries his head in his hands.
“Vaffanculo,” he says loudly before slamming his palms flat on the surface. He is done dancing around the subject. Rising from his chair and striding out of his office, he begins the journey several floors up to where he knows your chambers are.
He is not yet finished with you tonight.
a/n:
“Cazzo.” - fuck
“Mia bella, per favore, per favore” - my beautiful one, please, please
“Vaffanculo” - fuck it
#cardinal copia#cardinal copia fic#copia#copia fic#the band ghost#the band ghost fic#cardinal copia x reader#cardinal copia x female reader#rachel writes
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SPOONING ON SET
An: just a little blurb about spooning with h on the set of the late night talking mv, which I am completely in love with. No warnings just fluff, feedback would be much appreciated, enjoy <3
‘Babyyyy?’ Harry whines from the bed he was currently tucked into.
‘What’s up H’ you reply walking up to him, dodging the various people and extras who were preparing to shoot the next scene for the music video.
‘Want you’ he pouts and you can’t help but chuckle at your boyfriend who had covered practically every part of himself with the duvet except his face, and his pout was clear to see.
‘Im right here, not going anywhere’ you coo at him flicking some stay strands of hair out of his face.
‘Wanna cuddle though, I’m sleepy and I need you to fall asleep’ he moans like a five year old child.
‘We can’t fall asleep though baby, everyone’s going to be ready to film the next bit soon’ you tell him but he was having non of it.
‘I can tell them to go and take a break, then I can have a nap and you can cuddle me, please, just want to be close to you, miss you’ and you can’t say no to that, not that you ever really denied him of anything. You knew as well that his persistence was due to the fact that he had been working non stop recently, meaning he was a bit more tired than normal, the use of beds for the video not helping the situation one bit, and whenever he was sleepy and you were around he would cling to you, not that you minded, you found comfort in looking after him in times like this.
‘Okay baby, I’m coming’ you say crawling onto the bed, and you can’t help but fawn over Harry’s beaming smile, pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks to which he lets out a cute little laugh. You shuffle so that you are directly behind him under the covers before laying down and spooning Harry, wrapping your arm around his plushy waist.
Once you are settled Harry lets out a dreamy sigh, you could feels his muscles loosening at your presence ‘love it when you’re the big spoon’ he says finally.
‘I know you do baby’ you press a kiss right between his shoulder blades.
‘Feel so safe’ he mumbles, yawning straight after he said is showing how tired he truly was. Even with the hustle and bustle of people around him all he truly cared about in this moment was you and the way that he could feel your heartbeat through his back which was enough to send him to sleep peacefully, knowing that your were right next to him. He had to battle with his eyes to try and stay awake.
‘Always gonna keep you safe H, my baby’ you whisper squeezing your arm around him a bit more.
‘Your big baby’ he smiles at the concept, loving how you were taking care of him at that moment, how you always took care of him when he needed you most.
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Heyyyy, could you do a instagram blurb with matty healy and Ellie from Wolf Alice plssss? Love your work!! 💜
matty healy x musician!reader IG blurb
FC: Ellie Rowsell
a/n: sorry for getting to this so late!! i've had a busy couple months xx
yninstagram SUMMER SONICCC I LOVE YOUUUUUU
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ynfan1 mother looking so mother
ynfan2 the bEST festival i’ve ever been to!! xxx
ynfan3 Dirty Hit honestly has the best artists…
ynfan4 So excited to see you in october!!!
1975updates matty via yninstagram’s story!!
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1975fan1 its so nice that all the dh artists are buddies!!
1975fan2 MATTYYY RELEASE THE CURLSSS THEYRE SUFFOCATINGG
1975fan3 so fit
ynupdates old photo of YN with Matty Healy (and Alana Haim) from around 2016 i think??
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ynfan1 cute!!!
ynfan2 WHEN is the collab coming??? It would be FIRE
ynfan3 do i ship them?? Kind of
>ynfan4 me too bestie lowkey
yninstagram can someone walk my dog when i’m on tour? thanks xxx
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ynfan1 HOTTTT
ynfan2 step on me
ynfan3 WAIT WHO IS THAT???
>ynfan4 RIGHT??
yninstagram bye bye kitchen. i’ll miss u
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ynfan1 can’t wait to see you in Berlin!!
ynfan2 obsessed with this fit
trumanblack dw i’ll water the plants
>1975fan1 MATTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
ynfan3 whats with the mirror in the kitchen
>yninstagram she’s a narcissist of a room, its for her health
yninstagram hello paris here we go
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ynfan1 so pretty!!
ynfan2 YN LIVING MY DREAM EATING CROISSANTS IN PARIS
ynfan3 when are lines starting for the paris show??
>ynfan4 the venue is letting us line up from 6am!!
yninstagram THANK YOU EUROPE! I cannot believe how amazing the past couple months have been for me, I could never dream of meeting so many of you wonderful people and playing my songs from the heart. I’m going to have a little rest but I promise something new is on the way, just be a little patient. Xx
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ynfan1 MISS YOUUU
ynfan2 so excited!! Get some rest!!
trumanblack fit.
>1975fan1 MATTY
yninstagram summer 22. love.
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ynfan1 LOOOVVVEEE
ynfan2 WHO is the guys voice in the second video??? Can’t tell
>ynfan3 it could literally be anyone, someone from her band or just a friend
charli_xcx looking gorg!!
>yninstagram thank you babyyyy
yninstagram happy halloween. if only i could find a romeo…
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ynfan1 I VOLUNTEER
ynfan2 how is someone so perfect???
trumanblack oh if only…
ynfan3 not me having the same costume this year…
yninstagram hotel rooms. the new EP out jan 13.
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ynfan1 NEW MUSIC YESSSS
ynfan2 already pre-saved!!!
charli_xcx you go babe!!
ynfan3 CANT WAIT THAT LONG
trumanblack it’ll be a killer.
>yninstagram ok mr producer if you say so
nme YN talks inspiration on new EP, tour life in a post-pandemic world and backstage rituals!
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ynfan1 hmmm i wonder who she was talking about with all the love songs on the ep??
>ynfan2 I KNOW!!! With all the talk of long distance,,,im intrigued
1975fan1 all the compliments of matty bc he worked on the album…lowkey ship it
yninstagram hotel rooms EP is out now. Thank you for all the love. Thank you Matty for helping make it happen. I couldn’t ask for a better collaborator. Xx
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1975fan1 RIP trumanblack you would have loved a shoutout
ynfan1 I CRIEDDDD IT WAS SO SWEET
ynfan2 PLEASE TELL ME THERES A NEW ALBUM SOON
>yninstagram ;)
1975fan2 oh yeah she’s totally dating matty
yninstagram what did the easter bunny say when he was hopping around? hoppy easter!
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ynfan1 happy easter yn!!
charli_xcx pretty pretty pretty baby!!
>yninstagram no you!
ynupdates “I wrote this EP on the road, about how much you’re…not being yourself, not living your real life…I miss my real life…I miss my boyfriend…” -YN tonight in Japan. She seemed really upset, I hope she’s okay.
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ynfan1 poor yn :((
ynfan2 I was there, everyone was just so quiet i felt so bad for her…
ynfan3 glad this is her last show for a while so she can have a break.
1975updates tonight YN was in the crowd at the band’s show. She was in front of the barricade for most of it and during Robbers Matty went down to her and kissed her. If I’m honest I’m just in shock.
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1975fan1 omgomgomgomg i love them together!!!
1975fan2 WHEN will it be MY TURN
ynfan1 oooh this must’ve been what she was so upset about
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A Witch’s Fear | Sarah Sanderson x Reader
SECOND ONE WITH MY BABIEST BABYYYY
Honestly, can’t get enough of my obsession with HP1 and HP2, and there isn’t enough Sarah Sanderson x reader fanfics so...
This prompt is based on a video that I saw on YouTube (or Twitter idk) of Sarah Jessica Parker trick or treating with little kids. I pictured Sarah perfectly in this scenario!
This is kinda more cute than the first one, here we go!
Masterlist is pinned on the blog!
Got any request? Please send me an ask!
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Prompt: It’s Halloween again. And you are supposed to make this night count for you and your dearest girlfriend, Sarah.
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"Oh Lucif'r, but is't possible yond coequal on Halloween i wonneth't has't peace?!"
Winifred groaned nervously before opening the door for you. Your eyes looked the red-haired witch up and down, a little disappointed that your girlfriend wasn't waiting for you at the door like she promised she would.
"Come in, mortal idiot," Winifred said, trying - in her own way - to be kind. You looked at her again and nodded, stepping into the Sanderson Sisters' old house with the same smile on your face. Suddenly, the red-haired witch was behind you, the high-pitched voice rang in your ear. “SARAH! YOUR DEADLY GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!”
“I'm not a mortal girlfriend,” you replied, whispering. Your eyes darted up the stairs, spotting Sarah as she descended, in the company of her inseparable sister Mary, who, unlike Winifred, seemed to like you. “Sarah, hi!”
“(Y\NN)!” she yelled, coming towards you and jumping into your arms, her hands cupping your face and kissing your lips carefully. “I did miss thee, I did miss thee so much!”, she smiled. “Alright, I know we saw each other yesterday, but still, I MISSED THEE!”
You laughed. “I missed you too, my love.”
“Where are we going today?” she asked, curious.
Your eyes flicked to Mary and Winifred, who were staring at the two of you with very different expressions. Without thinking too much, you took Sarah by the hand again and led her towards the door.
“It's a surprise,” you explained, your voice lowered on purpose.
“Sounds perfect!” Sarah said, laughing. “I love surprises!”
It was already customary for you to do some kind of ritual to be able to leave the Sanderson house in the right way. You imitated a noble gentleman from the 1600s, curtsying so Sarah could pass first. She would nod and pass first, then hold out her hand for you to take. It was also customary for the other two to keep spying on you.
Mary usually did it on Winifred's orders, but that didn't really matter.
“Please don't come back late!” the eldest shouted from the window, and you smiled. Poor Winnie, she was dying of jealousy and worry for her little sister, even though she was never able to admit those two things.
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"We already came here yesterday, what are we doing at thy house again?"
You smiled, opening the door to your house calmly. Your eyes roamed the small but comfortable rooms and glanced in Sarah's direction just to see if she was following. You cleared your throat, hoping she'd get your idea of the perfect date.
“So today is Halloween,” you began, voice low and controlled. “And I thought, as is tradition, you and I could hand out candy to the kids who are going to be passing by in a few minutes, you know?”
Sarah looked at you, tilting her head a little.
“Thou mean the little devils dressed up as ugly things?”
“Yeah, I think I do,” you laughed at the question, finding your girlfriend incredibly adorable. “What do you think? Then we can go out and get candy ourselves. It's just that I find it kind of hard for adults to give us candy at our age, so..."
She didn't seem to show any reaction, but she did seem to be tense with what you had just said. Calmly, you picked up the pumpkin basket you had made to hold the candy and looked at it.
“Sarah, love? Say something, please.”
"I don't know, it's going to sound stupid, but..." she whispered, scratching the back of her neck and ducking her head. "I'm kind of afraid of little devils dressed up as ugly things..." she said quickly. “I mean, don't get me wrong, (Y\NN), I know that Halloween for you guys is the date you celebrate the existence of witches like me, and the date that the most appetizing, life-giving children see costumed devils, but..."
You caught yourself smiling. I'd never imagined a thing Sarah was afraid of, actually. In your mind, witches like her were never afraid of anything, not even the worst children, as they would face any obstacle to steal their lives.
But it was cute, and it was funny to see your girlfriend being human and taking on the things that scared her the most in this huge world.
“It won't sound stupid, love, don't worry,” you replied, trying to cheer her up. "Stay calm. I'll make your Halloween day amazing, I promise. The costumed devils are going to be adorable, I swear it!”, you took her by the hand. "Here, I made you a pumpkin basket too!"
She picked up the object and examined it calmly. “What am I supposed to keep in here? The potion to steal the souls of children?”
You smiled and kissed her cheek. “No, silly. Put the sweets in your basket, and we'll get plenty more when we're done sharing with the little monsters...”
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You were sitting on the steps outside your house first, as the kids would come by quickly to ask for sweets. Sarah was visibly curious and anxious about this moment, as she kept looking at the sweets in the basket as if they were new. You'd forgotten, for a minute, that they were as new to her as they were to you.
“Look, love, a jelly worm!” she would say excitedly. “Well, I've never tasted any real worms, let alone gelatin, but it looks colorful and delicious, don't thee think?” she looked at you quickly before reaching into her candy basket and looking for something. “No jelly spiders? Or a real spider, perhaps?”
"No Sarah, this year I unfortunately didn't find any spiders," you said, laughing. “But you have to taste the chocolates, baby, really!”
She looked a lot more excited now, examining the basket more carefully. Suddenly, a child dressed as an astronaut appeared, accompanied by another crowd in ET costumes. You smiled and looked at Sarah, hoping she knew what to do.
“Trick or treat?” the children said, and she looked shocked.
“Now you have to give them a candy, one or more,” you explained, taking two candies and a huge chocolate from your basket. She took any and threw them into the boys' baskets, a little confused. “Very well, Sarah.”
“Did I make it?” she asked, whispering. “Did I really make it?”
You nodded, smiling. And turned to the children. “Happy Halloween, guys!”
The astronaut and his ETs left quickly, and a few more children came to you. Some recognized Sarah's fantasy, but believed she was just someone imitating the real Sarah Sanderson, as she always did. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her fear and anxiety slip away as she shared the sweets with the kids, and felt your chest swell with happiness at it.
“Once, the first time we found out that All Hallow's Eve had become Halloween,” Sarah explained, eating a huge bar of chocolate while waiting for other kids, “my sisters and I saw a little girl dressed as… angel… ”, she shivered as she said this. “Damn, that was horrible! And she even blessed me, believe me, (Y\NN)! I think I've been scared of Halloween ever since..."
You raised an eyebrow, amused. "I can imagine...", you laughed to yourself. “Winnie must almost had a heart attack, no?”
“She shook more with fear than I did, that crazy girl,” Sarah whispered. “But please don't tell her I told you, love. It stays like a secret.”
You two linked your fingers together and laughed together. Not long ago, you had taught Sarah how to make a pinky promise, and she had loved the game, even if it wasn't really a game.
A short time later, three children of different sizes walked up to you. Sarah's eyes widened and you went into a state of alert. The three children marched up to you, and asked the main question. Only then did you notice why Sarah was so scared.
“It's us!” she said, a little confused. “Winnie, Mary and me!”
"You're right, it's you...", you laughed, handing candy to the three Sanderson sisters. “And they're really pretty, you know?” Sarah nodded. “Hey kids, I think it was a great choice. I adore the Sanderson sisters!”
Sarah looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Are you really Sarah Sanderson?” the little girl dressed as Mary, who must have been about ten at the most, asked Sarah, who nodded, handing her a candy. "Wow! That looks cool!”
"Yeah, it’s cool, I think..." Sarah whispered. "It's nice to see people love us."
“She's not the real Sarah Sanderson, Georgia, can't you see?” the older sister, who was dressed as Winnie, whispered. “It's just a goddamn fantasy. Now come on, Mom doesn’t want to see us far away!”
Sarah stood up, watching Georgia and the sisters leave. She was going to try to prove to the bigger girl that she was the real Sarah, but you stopped her with your arm and a “not worth it” look.
"I swear if this girl doesn't get big by the sun rises, I'll lure her with my singing!" Sarah swore under her breath. You thought that was adorable, but she didn't seem to be amused. “Seriously, (Y\N), I felt bad for Georgia!”
“Winnie being Winnie,” you joked, to get a laugh out of her, and it worked.
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"Can we go out for Halloween more often?"
You smiled, opening the door to the Sanderson house, almost for daybreak. Sarah came in but turned to you and smiled, putting her arm around you.
“You mean you've lost your fear?”, you asked, in a playful tone.
“Yeah, I think I lost it,” she realized, and smiled again. "It saw? I lost my fear of Halloween! Winnie won't believe me when I tell her!”
"Tell what?"
You turned around, walking back a little in fear of the scolding. Sarah looked at her sister, then at you, and then at her again, smiling more and more radiantly. “(Y\NN) took me to Halloween night! We had so much fun and I lost my fear of those kids in costumes!”
Winifred raised her eyebrow. “Is this serious?”
You shrugged, chuckling softly. “We saw the Sanderson sisters everywhere, you know? I think the people in Salem love you,” you turned to Mary. "You know, you should try going to Halloween next time, it would be nice to bring the whole family together..."
“FAMILY?” Winifred scolded, and closed the door in her face. As you walked away in a fit of laughter, I could hear her cursing her family and cursing you for making Sarah a little dumber than she already was.
After all, you considered the Sanderson sisters your family, even though they had considerable problems with you...
#sarah jessica parker#sarah sanderson#sarah sanderson x reader#hocus pocus#hocus pocus x reader#oneshot#spooky season#lgbt#romance#fluff#funny#i love sarah#this was such a cutie oneshot guys omg#winnie being jealous of all her sisters boyfriends or girlfriends is my headcannon#and also sarah being all excited when she tries new things
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Night drive
🔞If you dont like this kind of fanfiction / you are under 18 or a minor then dont read it!! Just block me! Don ́t copy my work!!!🔞
Pairing: dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit!smut, unprotected sex!!, praising, degradation, use of petnames [kitten], use of [master], oral sex {m receiving}, gagging, spanking, clit play,
Words: 2k
Summary: you have your 3rd anniversary and seonghwa planned something special for you but what could it be?
You stood in front of your mirror admiring the new dress you bought. It was black, embroidered with pearls and the back was free. It was your 3rd anniversary with your boyfriend Seonghwa today and he planned something special. You turned around seeing that the zipper wasn’t closed completely so you asked Seonghwa for help. „Babyyyy..can you help me?“ you shouted through the room and it didn’t take one minute as he opened the door stepping into your shared bedroom. „What do you need kitten?“ he asked looking at you with big eyes seeing you in the dress for the first time. „Can you please close the zipper? I can’t reach it.“ you said, as you took your hair to the side. Seonghwa admired your curves, eyes wandering up and down on you as he stepped closer to you. You felt his gaze boring though your body, slightly gasping at his sudden touch on your hips. His head lowered down a bit, hot breath against your neck as one of his hand reached for the zipper and pulling it upwards. Goosebumps wandering over your arms making your skin prickle. His lips near your ear, breathing against it. „Kitten you look so stunning in that dress.“ he almost whispered with a low yet raspy voice. Those words sent chills down your spin as he turned you around, his eyes on fire. „Let’s go“ he said and you nooded, taking your phone and walking outside the house to his car.
It was almost dark outside, stars on the sky and the moon shone bright. You sat into his new car with him, searching for a comfortable position to sit with that dress. He got the car from his company and he loved it. It was pretty big, a lot of space inside and the most important thing for seonghwa was that it was very fast. He loved to speed up on the highway, rushing with 200 km/h over it and listening to good music. He stated the motor and drove off but what you didn’t know was where he was going to drive. You leaned back into the seat enjoying the music and the landscape as he rushed over the highway. The next song that was playing was okay by chase atlantic. It was his favorite song. „Where are we going?“ you asked him. He placed his hand on your thigh, dangerously near your woman hood. „It’s a surprise kitten, and please call me master from now on okay? are you a good girl and behave?“ he questioned with a calm but cool voice. „Yes, master“ you replied, pressing your legs together as his thumb started rubbing over your thigh. Your cunt throbbing for him. His gaze was straight on the road. The street was almost empty, just a few cars were on it. You looked at the clock. It was 11:08 pm. Where was he going to take you this late?
After ten minutes he lowered down the speed and took the exit down from the highway, driving along a small road into a forest and parking the car on a little parking spot and locked the door. You turned to around looking at him in confusion. „How am I supposed to like this? We are in the middle of nowhere“ you got louder as you suddenly felt a sharp pain on your leg that he slapped. „Watch your mouth kitten“ he growled. His hand brushing over the red spot that built on your thigh. „I‘m sorry master“ you looked down to show him respect. His hand reached on your chin lifting it to look right into his demonic eyes. „It’s okay kitten but from know on you obey your master yeah? Or else I have to punish you and believe me no one will hear your screams in here“ he said smirking teasingly as he saw the expression on your face. „Now sit on the backseat kitten“ he commanded and you did what he said, climbing in the back of the car, sitting on the cold leather. „Good Girl“ he praised you , light pink blush forming on your face. „You know kitten, when I first saw you in that dress I just admired you but my second thought was that you would look even more beautiful when I rip the dress off of you“ he said with a low voice. Now you knew what he was about to do and those words send adrenaline through your veins.
He climbed on the backseat, now sitting in front of you. „Let me take that dress of yeah?“ Seonghwa said. You turned around for him to open the zipper from your dress and stripping it down, throwing it on your seat. Cold air hitting your pale skin as you sat there only in your red lingerie, shivering but Seonghwa didn’t care, his eyes mustered your body as his tongue licked over his bottom lip. He lowered his head, closing the space between you two, intertwining his lips with yours, immediately deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth making you moan into the kiss. Biting on your lower lip and nibbling on it he smirked. His cold hands wandered over your body to your hips, pulling you onto his lap never leaving your lips. You felt the growing bulge in his pants, slightly rubbing on your clit making you whine in despair from the lack of pleasure. You tried to grind down onto his almost hard member but his hands hold your hips tightly up. He grind, pulling away from you catching his breath. „So desperate for my cock hm kitten?“ he teasingly asked, a big smirk on his face. „But who said you deserve masters dick hm?“ His eyes were full with lust and desire just like a demon. The car was filled with his dominance as you looked at him, already a whiny mess. You didn’t say anything to him just biting your down on your lower lip. „Be a good kitten and deserve masters touches“ he smirked.
„Go on your knees“ he commanded and you obeyed him, sitting down on your knees between his legs, desperately waiting for his dick. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down with his boxers. His hard member sprung up, now on full display, tip painfully red and pre cum leaking out of it and balls so full. It just looked so delicious to you. You opened your mouth ready to get it stuffed and he laughed. „You are such a slut for my cock huh? Wanting me to fuck your pretty little mouth, make you drool and gag. So pathetic hm?“ he said. Those words rang in your ears making your clit pulsate. You pleaded with your eyes to finally get his cock and he nooded allowing you to begin. You started by liking the pre cum from his tip, moaning by the taste of it. He let out a deep groan, breathing deeply in and out. You liked along his shaft teasing him a bit. „Y/n stop teasing me or you won’t come tonight“ he growled slightly angry. You finally took all his length in your mouth starting to go up and down with your head, tongue swirling around his cock, feeling every vein. He threw his head back in pleasure moaning, hands gripping your hair as he starts to move his hips upwards. His tip hit the back of your throat making you gag, saliva dripping down your chin. You took his balls into your hand massaging them earning a load moan from him as he suddenly stops and pulls his dick out of your mouth as he was about to come. A string of saliva connecting your lip with the tip of his dick. You just looked so beautiful to him. „You did amazing kitten. Now you deserve masters touch“ he allows.
You stood up climbing back on the seat. „Free yourself from your lingerie“ he commands and you did what he said, taking of your bra and slipping your soaked panties down. He did so too and now the both of you were barely naked. „Now lean back and spread your legs kitten“ he said and you did so. Your dripping wet core on full display for him. His eyes wandered over your body down to your pussy. „Hmm just look at you…so wet for your master and I didn’t even touch you yet. What a slut you are hm?“ he degraded, his fingers softly brushing over the skin of your inner thigh, making you whine. His hand finally reached your clit, thumb circling slowly over it, earning some breathy moans from you. He speeds up the pace of his thumb and shoving two digits of his other hand into your tight hole, leaving you breathless for a moment. He starts to move them in and out of you making you a moaning mess for him, eyes shutting down enjoying every movement of his fingers. You were already close to your first high as he pulled out his fingers, you whining in emptiness. „I want you to come on masters dick“ he said lifting you up and placing you on his lap. His tip pushing against your clit. Your brain were already dizzy from all the pleasure. You placed your hands on his chest as he hold your ass up running his dick on your sensitive bud to tease you. Whines leaving your throat as you threw your head back. He placed his tip at your entrance, slowly sliding his cock inside, stretching your walls filling you up to the brim. Oh his dick felt like heaven, you could feel every vein on your walls pulsating. You moaned loudly as he starting to thrust his hips upwards, hitting every sweet spot inside your pussy. „Fuck kitten you feel so good“ he curses. You start to bounce on him, trying to find a rhythm with his hips. He grabbed your ass, slapping it, pain turning into pleasure. You felt all his desire. He was like a hungry demon who wanted to devour his prey. With every thrust he brushed over your sweet spot bringing you closer and closer to your release. You already felt the knot in your tummy becoming stronger and stronger. Seonghwa’s thrusts got sloppier and you knew he was about to come too. „M-mastert..ahh- c..cuming“ you stuttered. „Yes kitten, cum for your master. Be a good girl and let’s cum together“ he said and with that he gave you one last and deep thrust and sent you over the edge. You clenched around his cock, crying out his name, filling the car with your moans and his curses. You feel his dick twitching, filling you with his seeds, covering your walls white. You loved the feeling to be filled with this warm milk. You both came down from your highs, collapsing on each other trying to catch your breath. Your legs were wobbly and shaking from the orgasm. Seonghwa lifted you up and laying you on the seat, watching how his white cum leaks out of your pretty pussy. He slid his finger over it catching a big drop. „Open your mouth kitten, we don’t want to waste it, do we?“ he asked and you opened your mouth sucking the cum from his fingers, moaning by the taste. Seonghwa laid himself down pulling you into his arms, brushing over your hair. „I love you my little kitten“ he confessed. „I love you too master“ you replied, burying your face into his naked chest, falling asleep in it within a few minutes.
#ateez#ateez imagines#ateez fanfiction#ateez x reader#fanfic#kpop#writing#ateez smut#smut#ateez au#seonghwa x reader#seonghwa fanfiction#seonghwa imagines#seonghwa smut#seonghwa scenarios#seonghwa
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ooh 5 and 12 w quark of zero escaape
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
song for quark is very tricky... a lot of the music i listen to is generally from the pov/life experience of like. late teen & up. and quarky boy can not even multiply binomials... so a lot of it seems ill fitting for him/too pessimistic of an outlook on life for him. HOWEVER..! i think salvation is a parking lot by the orwells is a pretty good one
^ just in general while in the nonary games. yknow. black spray paint on the wall being fuckinn. two milkmen going comedy. while "is this town getting smaller, or world getting larger?" is how quark is involved in like 27 world-altering events not because he can do anything about them but just happens to Also be here. and keeps on having to grapple with like. being on the fucking moon ToT also in general. the fact that the only inhabitants of the moon Are the nonary game participants- so the town is technically getting smaller and worlds technically getting larger because. yknow. empty ass moon
the more violent parts like cutting your finger & blowing your brains out are ummmm. radical 6 Smiles. but in general i think it reflects him pretty well. salvation in a parking lot is likeee. quark lives in a post apocalyptic world but He Doesnt Care...!!! because that's just his life. i always loved how despite the earth being in shitty ass conditions quark and tenmyouji are still like happy. & chilling. and making the most of it!!!! cause thats still Their Home Babyyyy!!!! they can and Do find salvation in a parking lot!!! yknow!!
admittedly i thought the "so come and join me, we won't die lonely" was "we won't die of old age" BUT. still fits. tenmyouji and quark :3... quark coming along with him to the nonary game because his gramps will not be lonely on his watch...
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12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
okay so that was already like a million years long SORRY BUT!!!!!! for headcanons ik its random but i think quark really likes soccer & kicking shit ToT. top ten activities: kicking a rock as he walks and keeping it in front of him. dont really have any basis he just Seems Like The Type . . .
also that he goes up stairs on all fours & will continue to do as such until he dies. habit from crawling through old buildings where he needs to crawl through tight spaces but also it is just fun for him. he is some type of little animal i think . . .
#zero escape#jazzask#hes soo special to me though. i love you quarkkkkkk ToT#finished vlr and brain chemistryis changed forevar...
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Cuddly | Eddie Munson x y/n
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
Word count: 0.7k
summary: you didn’t think your metal head boyfriend would be so clingy and loving
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"Hiii babyyyy" he said as he came home from hanging out with some of his friends. He instantly curled up next to you on the couch and wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed your cheek and you said "Hi, handsome. Did you have fun?"
"Mhm" he said, burying his head into your neck. You giggled and said "are you tired?" "Just...wanna cuddle," he mumbled into your neck and you smiled. You turned so he could lay on you and he did, keeping his arms wrapped tight around you.
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"Hey...where are you going?" He asked, you two had been cuddling all night in your sleep and this morning for the last 4 hours. You chuckled and said "I'm hungry, I wanna eat something"
"But I wanna cuddleee" he groaned, getting up and hugging you from behind, making you chuckle as he struggling to walk directly behind you to the kitchen.
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"Eddie, baby?" You said as you found him hanging out with his friends in the woods behind the school. He smiled and said "hey, y/n/n. What are you doing here?" "Missing you" you said and chuckled as he got up to hug you. You buried your head into his chest, and he picked you up and kept you on his lap the entire time until you both went back to the trailer.
"Jesus Christ you guys are gross" Dustin said and he chuckled. He picked you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around him and giggled as he ran away with you in his arms.
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You heard the door open, it was late and Eddie worked a night shift. You wanted to get up and go say hi and help him relax but you were exhausted from your job and trying to stay up to be with him when he got home.
"Hey, sleepyhead," he said as he came into the room and you smiled. You sat up and said "hey..." You were super tired and your eyes were half closed so he couldn't help but laugh a little.
"I'm gonna shower and I'll come lay down with you okay?" He said and you nodded. He kissed you softly and went to the bathroom. You snuggled up in bed, focusing on the sound of the water falling in the shower so you didn't fall asleep.
"Baby, get some sleep. We can talk and be with each other in the morning," he said and slipped some boxers on. You mumbled something and he crawled in bed and pulled you in by the waist, cuddling your little body and making you fall asleep instantly.
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You two had joined the friend group on one big giant trip to a lake house, and it was super fun being with everyone all at once. They complained a lot about how you guys were joined at the hip and were just constantly with each other, but you two could care less.
You fell asleep on the couch all tangled up in each other's arms and when everyone came down for breakfast they cringed and rolled their eyes. You woke up and mumbled something, trying to move but Eddie was holding you tight against him.
He groaned and said "no, don't go" Steve threw an empty roll of paper towels and said "enough of that, let her go" You chuckled and he let go. You kissed him softly and got up to grab some food for both of you and water.
You walked back over and cuddled up again, this team leaving for other people on the couch. "God, do you guys ever not cuddle when you're together. Quit breathing each other's air in, jeez" Dustin said and you both laughed a little.
"You know I never expected you to be so cuddly" you said, looking up at him. He chuckled and said "yea, me neither. You got me over here fucking giggling at pictures of you and shit it's embarrassing, I literally had no idea I liked cuddling so much before we got together"
You laughed and kissed his head, resting your head on his chest. "I still can't believe I'm your first real girlfriend" you said and he sighed. You chuckled and said "well you're really hot, and you have a big dick, who wouldn't want to date you?"
"I heard that!" Robin groaned and you both laughed.
I’m not really sure how taglists work cause I don’t interact a lot on this app I mostly read stuff, but just dm me with the taglist you want to be added to (because soon enough I’ll be posting other characters/people)
Eventually I’ll be writing for
Eddie Munson
Joseph Quinn
Jamie Bower
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
So just dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)
#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader#stranger things
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Tornado Warnings. Part one???
Rafe Cameron x kook!!fem!!reader
A/n:I wasn't really sure the lyrics of this Sabrena Carpenter song in the first place but I did some research and I'm so glad one of recommended this. Thank you!!! And if you want more just tell me
And I do not proofread so I'm sorry in advance about the grammar and yes English is my first language but I'm just lazy.
Warnings: fluff, Rafe being cute and drunk at the same time, nice Rafe 🥵🥵, swearing. not much more💙💙💙
Staring off into space wondering what you should say sucks sometimes because you want to tell your therapist about the last time you saw him but...you don't instead of telling the truth and saying "We might have kissed." You say "I haven't seen him since the break up." Still wondering if you should say his name knowing if his name is brought up by either of you you would start crying your eyes out.
"Are you sure?" Your therapist says definitely not believing your last statement.
"What is that supposed to mean?" You say getting defensive at the question. Of course you don't want to tell your therapist that you hooked up with your ex who you've said you hated since you broke up.
She raises her eyebrow at the statement not knowing what to say next because she knows for a fact you will deny every accusation directed toward you. "Y/n, you're going to need to put Rafe in the past soon."
Y/n, getting ready to fake cry to make it seem like she cares but knows that she could just stop talking and leave anytime. "I-I don't know if I'm ready for that." You say completely faking but your therapist certainly can't tell and you can see that from her attentive look you are still trying to read because she makes this face so much amd you still don't know what I actually means after 4 years of weekly therapy.
You sit in uncomfortable silence for a while until her alarm goes off telling her that your appointment is over and it's time go get ready and go home. You've never stayed that late but today felt different. You leave the building and climb in your car and the first thing you do is check your phone and as always there is a text from Rafe saying "when do you get home? I want you."
You drive away smiling at the message when your phone dings again. This time it's a text from your best friend JJ Maybank saying "I just saw Rafe at the Club are you okay if I tell you what he said?" Looking at it wondering "what the hell?" But you can't respond because you're driving you decide to call JJ instead. "Hello?" JJ says in his goofy voice he uses when he talks to you. "Hi...?" You say unsure as to why you really HAD to call him.
"So do you want me to tell you what he said?"JJ asked truly curious.
"Uhh...I guess?"You say still confused. "You better hurry up. I'm almost home and I'm having some people over for dinner" you come up with quickly not knowing if he believes it you're still proud of yourself.
Oh okay...anyways he said and I QUOTE drunk off his ass "I miss y/n" Like What the actual hell does that mean? Right?" He says in disbelief.
You just having to go along with it say "yeah that is really weird" dragging your words for a little bit before you get to your front soon and start grabbing your keys from your backpack. "Okay I have to go guest's will be here soon and I still need to clean up a little bit byeeee"
Okay. I love you by-" he says as he gets cut off by the beep telling him you hung up in a rush.
As soon as you hang up you text rafe to hurry up because you're finally home amd he quickly jumps in his truck and speeds across the two block between your houses wondering why he didn't just run he knocks on your door and as he waits impatiently for you to open the door he starts yelling at your camera you have by your front door "Hurry up! I need to touch you!" He says with his words slurred and stumbling just a bit. And as you open the door you see him almost fall on top of you.
"What the hell, Rafe?" You say truly worried.
"Heyyy babyyyy! How wass youur dayyyy? Sluring every other word unknowingly. You sit him down on the bottom step of your stairs in the foyer to your house.
"Hey, hey, hey. What happened handsome?" You say absolutely confused but also happy that JJ knew exactly what happened.
Rafe shocked you called him handsome looks at you in complete adoration and love "HI Beautiful...nothing happened I just had.......a lot of tequila." He says while counting on his fingers and raising all of them to show you he doesn't know how many.
"Babe! You can't do shit like this to me and forget to mention it." you say sternly so he knows you're talking to him.
"I'm sorry baby! I just wanted to say I loved you." He says trying to sober up a little bit so he can smile without the influence of alcohol.
You laugh at his attempt at charming you. "It's okay. Hey, let's get you washed up and in bed. Okay?" You say softly knowing how bad of a headache he'll have in the morning.
"Okay." He says already drifting off to sleep.
"Nope! Come on Big Boy! You need a shower first and then we can cuddle and watch movies all day tomorrow." You say knowing neither of you have work or school tomorrow.
He smiles and nods his head in response because he is wayyy too tired to answer as of right now.
The next morning you wake up to an empty bed. You get up and slowly and quietly walk down the stairs, turn into the kitchen and lean on the doorway to the attached dining room just staring at the bare back facing toward you.
You can't help but just stare for a few minutes blacking out shortly after and you come to your senses with Rafe standing in front of you with his arms wrapped around your waist. "Good morning, Beautiful." He says with a sleepy smile.
"Hello. Why are you up so early?" You say with a quizzical look on your face.
"Sweetheart, it's 2pm." He says wondering how long you were awake last night.
"Oh, well, Good Morning to you too." She says with a small still half asleep smile. "What are you making for breakfast?" You say needing answers as to why your ex boyfriend/little hookup is snooping around your kitchen cooking you breakfast after he came to your house drunk last night.
"I wanted to be nice. Is that so bad Pretty Girl?" He asks truly curious. You stare off not knowing what to say.
"Sorry, I know your trying to get better but why were you so drunk last night?" You ask wanting to know what happened for him to leave his 2 months of sobriety for a whole night of drinking just to be happy the next day and act as if nothing happened.
"I don't know. I think it was about you not answering my text last night, maybe." He says ashamed at his prior actions.
"Babe, I was at therapy and didn't see your text until I was home. Okay?" You say with a tad of empathy in your eyes but then again he is a legal adult and should know better.
"Oh, sorry." He says asking himself why he did it mumbling to himself so fast not even an auctioneer could tell what the hell he just said. You walk over to the cabinet above your dishwasher to grab a few plates from the top shelf and when you seem to struggle you feel a large set of hands on your waist lift you and place you about a foot away from the cabinet. He reaches up and grabs the plates. And slowly inches you toward the dining room so you still don't know what's for breakfast.
He brings in a large stack of Chocolate chip pancakes and a bottle of syrup. When he sets everything down he walks away back to the kitchen doing this all while being completely silent and when he walks back in he's holding a large bowl full of your favorite mix of fruit (you can tell me which fruit you want and I'll eventually make a little run down of EVERYTHING about y/n if you just dm me or send me an ask about it I will do all of it if I see yours first like favorite color fruit etc.) When he sats down the bowl in front of you he places a slight peck to your forehead and you act like you pass out to cover the fact that you're blushing at the action.
"Princess, Are you okay?" He says truly worried about your head being stuck down because you refuse to look up at him.
"Fuck!" You say looking up terribly red. He just smiles at you realizing why you're bright red.
"I'm sorry, Beautiful. I didn't realize that's why you suddenly became so shy." He says attentatively toward you.
"It's okay I just wasn't expecting that kiss. Thank you for breakfast by the way." You say genuinely grateful.
"Brunch, Beautiful. It's brunch." Rafe says Matter-of-factly. You look at him and roll your eyes sarcastically.
"Fine! Brunch!" You say enunciating oddly.
"That's better. How was therapy yesterday?
You look at him with an awkward smile "it was..." You stop wondering what the hell to tell him "It was therapy for sure." You look at him after saying that with the most uncomfortable, disappointed 'why did you ask' kind of stare.
"Babe...what does that face mean?" He asks genuinely curious not knowing what to say next.
"I...I don't know, honestly." You say absolutely positive you DO know.
"Okay...hurry up and eat. I want to watch a movie." He says urgently.
"Which movie?" You say really scared as to what movie he has chosen to make you watch.
"Mmm" He says to think for a little bit longer not expecting such a fast response to his statement.
"Mmm what? What is happening in that odd brain of yours?" You say quietly after a few seconds of comfortable silence.
"I know what movie we're going to watch." He says suddenly. Acting weirder rhan normal.
"Okay...?" You say after wondering what kind of weird-ass stuff he's doing.
Sorry it's a little bit everywhere didn't really know what to do bc this was my first story so...yeah! If you enjoyed please let me know and do the same if you want more too. I was kinda throwing this together over the span of like...4 days? Idk. Hope you liked it bye<333
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ita officially been like 2 weeks since i visited your blog which is crqzy to me because used to be here every day and send in a message at least once a week idkw happened to me star 😭😭
i feel like i feel better than i was before but im still like really just mentally tired in way where i cant really bring myself to do anything 😞😞 its ok though i feel like im getting better!!
hru star?? how was valentines? i miss talking to you and sending you little asks patiently waiting for you to reply being all excited abt it like a little kid waiting to open their christmas gifts the night before 😭
my valentines went okay! my friends got me flowers and i got chocolate for them in return (⇀‸↼‶)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟits officially been over a year since i last dated anyone since i broke up w my last ex a few days before february started in 2023
i feel like ive just been avoiding dating or relationships in general cs my past experiences just turned out pretty shitty and i dont think i really see a point in it anymore
i think its working out pretty well for me though cs i actually ended up getting a lot better and a lot less insecure and stressed, etc afterwards 🥳🥳
excuse my little rant but sending lots of luv even though i havent been here on a while!! luv u sm <3
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HI BABYYYY I MISSED YOU !!
I feel like so many of us have just been going THRU it lately ☹️ it’s been a tiring 2 months for sure but I feel like I’m finally starting to be where I need to be and I’m finding inspiration as we get closer to spring! I’m so sorry to hear you’ve been in a bit of a slump, but also don’t apologize for being absent! I’m always here if you need me, go take care of yourself whenever you need to and know that I’m rooting for you all the while 🫶
I’m doing GOOD !! I’m still super busy with work and my best friend is getting married in like 8? Days?? Which is CRAZY to me bc how is February almost over 😧 I’m also turning 25 in like 2 weeks or something and I am terrified BUT I am almost done writing this book and I’m still aiming to get it out before February is over (hopefully the weekend of my friend’s wedding so yall can be entertained while I’m gone all weekend👼) and I just feel so INSPIRED !! My Valentine’s was good too, nothing special because I remain sworn off dating entirely but I was very busy at work so I live vicariously through my coworkers and their love lives 💓🫶 I also totally get the notion of feeling like you’re growing when you’re not in relationships, since focusing on myself I’ve been so much more successful in every sense of the word and I have zero distractions so I can sit around and write poetry about skz all day long. It’s great 🤸♀️ but also please know that if you ever do decide to put yourself back out there again, you deserve to be with somebody who will make you feel loved and appreciated the way you deserve!
Sending you so much love my lovely clover, I’m always here for you 💕💗🩷👼💖💓🎀 I LOVE YOUUU
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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
I've been SO DEAD. But I have news. So much news 😭😭😭😭
FIRST OF ALL??? TAKE TWO??? it was so good, "will you stay?" OFC WE WILL WTF. it felt so damn good listening to all their voices together 🥲🥲
also i know the gender of my babyyyy. it's a .............. girlllllll 🥺🥺🥺. Ofc ofc I would've been okay if it was either but somehow this just makes it so much better. im like 16 weeks so little girl is the size of an avocado ahahahaha.
Now if I have to be very honest, im excited yes, but am I Happy? No. I don't know why I feel that way but i guess it's because I don't know what the future looks like at all, nothing is planned. It's scary, but I hope I figure it out.
Anywaysysysyys how are you art? have you been taking a good break? are you eating and sleeping well? I hope you are 🤧
I love you I love you I love you art and your art. So much. <33333
hiiii my beloved 🤍
BEEN LISTENING SINCE IT RELEASED! and i’ve been tearing up non-stop 🥲 their voices and the lyrics 🥲 it’s so perfect and so beautiful. the best gift ever!!!
omg a baby girl :") that’s so cuuuute baby is gonna be so loved! i don’t think the dread that comes with the uncertainty of the future will ever go away but i’m sure everything will be okay, eventually <3 take it one day at a time and live the present to the fullest. the present makes the future 🥺
as always, my body is taking its revenge on me after the long school year of me working hard ✌🏼 but trying my best to be happier and healthier <3 actually the next drabble is finished bcs the vibes fit the rainy weather lately so i felt inspired to write here and there but the editing stage… makes so lazy 😵💫
i love you so much beloved <3 i hopeeee you enjoy your weekend! be safe and healthy always! 🥹
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Hello lovelyyyyy
It's chapter 4 moment
Mason sent through the address within the hour and you had a quick nosey at where it was. The house was huge, on a private road surrounded by other huge houses, and it was a far cry from you little one bed flat. OH IT'S THAT CHAPTER 🤭🤭🤭
THE FACT THAT HE JUST WANTS HER THERE
FREY MADE HER FIRST APPEARANCE ,HI LOVEEEE😌😌😌
‘So do it. Doll yourself up and go see your man’ SHE ALREADY KNEW HE WAS GOING TO BE HER MAN, OUR FREY IS A LITTLE GENIOUS
‘Ah, I was beginning to think he’d made you up’ the man laughed as you hugged your arms around yourself. ‘I’m Kai, by the way. Come on let’s get you inside, I can take you to him’ he offered and you smiled before following him in. I LOVE HOW THE FIRST FRIEND OF HIS SHE MET WAS KAI
‘Y/n? I didn’t think you were coming’ he told you as he approached, Kai now having moved from behind you to stand with the other boys and you gulped down a nervous lump as you looked up at Mason. HOW HAPPY IS HEEEEE🤭🤭
‘So where are these cute boys you promised me’ you asked with a smile as you turned and made your way out, laughing to yourself as you heard him scoff behind you. SHE IS A TEASEEEE
‘I never promised you that. Plus there’s only one and he’s right here’ HE IS SPEAKING TRUTHS
SOPHIA HI BABYYYY🤭🤭
WHEN THEY SAT TOGETHER AND HE WAS CLEARLY OVERWHELMED BY HIS FEELING SO HE COULDN'T SAY A THING TO HER
HELLO BEN, YOI DON'T KNOW THAT YET BUT YOU'RE GOING TO BE ONE OF OUR AND THEIR SAVIORS
‘Why was he feeling you?’ He probed, his eyebrow’s drawing together in what you assumed was jealousy and you let out a breath before stumbling over to sit next to him on the bed. LITTLE JEALOUS BABY😌
‘It’s late, Mason. Plus we sat together downstairs for over an hour and you didn’t hardly say a word to me’ you pouted and he gulped as he’d realised you’d noticed. ‘Why haven’t you? Have I done something wrong? I know I can be difficult but I’m trying’ You told him softly, the alcohol seeming to make you a bit vulnerable and honest and you watched his face drop as he realised you were a bit upset about it. THAT PART NEVER FAILS IN MAKING ME TEAR UP
HE JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HER AND HE WAS READY TO SLEEP WITH BEN IF IT WAS NEEDED 🤭🤭🤭
‘What’s that?’ You asked he he followed your line of sight, blushing and stuttering as he caught onto what you were looking at. ‘Is that for me?’ OOOO COOKIES
Without thinking about it, you threw your arms around his shoulders and buried your face into his neck. He seemed shocked at first, but after a second he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his body even further. WAS THAT THEIR FIRST HUG OR I'M FORGETTING SOMETHING?
‘Mason?’ You called quietly and he whipped his head round to look at you. You watched the way his eyes widened as he gave you a once over, slyly licking his lips before his eyes met yours. ‘You don’t have to sleep on the floor, I’d feel awful if you hurt your back or something. There’s enough room for the both of us’ you told him, nodding to the bed but he shook his head almost instantly. BEST DECISION EVER Y/N TRUST MEEEE
THE FACT THAT HE WENT TO SLEEP ALL DRESSED TO NOT MAKE HER UNCOMFORTABLE....🥹🥹🥹
AND THE FACT THAT SHE WAS SOOOO SCARED CAUSE HE DIDN'T TALK WITH HER DURING THE NIGHT
OUR GIRL IS IN LOVE, AND WE CAN COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND WHYYY
HOW MUCH CAN I LOVE THESE TWO LOZ?
THEY ARE MY TWO PERFECT BABIES, I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE ARE GOING TO SAY BYE TO THEM BY THE END OF THIS WEEK🥺
Mase my respectful king 🥺 he was so shy bless him
They’re so in love they just can’t see it yet
And the start of the cookie obsession 😂🩷
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(This is a little long, so I apologize)
I was gonna use this in my own story but I'm probably never gonna post it anywhere, so I thought I'd share my ideas :)
At one point in my life I think I remember hearing about how some castles have secret passages for servants to use to get around without being seen by their masters or guests, I don't know if this is actually true or not but just imagine the potential for NRC.
The school has secret passages that no one knows about, not even the sly/sneaky students like Rook or the twins (Crowly would probably know because he's headmaster).
But just imagine if Yuu found out? That would make their life SO much easier, like maybe walking from A to B would be a 15 minute walk normally, but with the passageways it would cut it down to like 2 minutes or something. Personally if I was in that situation I wouldn't tell anyone except maybe Crowly (he could tell you more about them) and Grim (it would be a crime to hide it from him), because do you know how funny/useful that would be?. Maybe there's even a passageway from Ramshackle to the main building.
Imagine—
Rook stalking watching Yuu: *He looks away for like 5 seconds, looks back and Yuu is just GONE. Poof. Disappeared.*
Rook: !?? Trickster???
*Being late for class*
Ace: Crap we gotta go or else– where is Yuu and grim!?
Ace & Deuce: *arrives at class late, sees yuu + grim already there* !?!!??!? How did you get here so fast!?.
A rumor spreads, saying that Yuu might have the ability to teleport.
*Yuu is just very careful as to make ABSOLUTELY sure that no one is looking*
(If you wanna mix this with one/some of your AUs go right ahead!)
THAT'S SUCH AN INTERESTING CONCEPT
Oh~ you have a story~👀
Bless you for sharing 😭
No matter the AU, Rook would become a pain in Yuu's ass, bc "magicless" students aren't supose to vanish in thin air like that
Sgs
Depending on who you think is the owner of the castle there could be 2 possibilities
1) Grimhide was the owner, she knows the secret passages and forgot about those, so when she notices Yuu vanishing she remembers and that becomes a Yuu/Vil secret passages, wich helps Vil with his busy schedule and guess what? TIME TO BOND BABYYYY HE HAS TIME NOW WHO WOULD HAVE IMAGINED?!
2) the castle is just a normal castle, so Yuu learned those passages when looking for a feral Grim, and when THEY OVERBLOTED GUESS WHO KNOWS THOSE PASSAGES NOW BC HE'S PART OF YUU'S SOUL?! CHERNA-FUCKING-BOG, he's so gonna use them with Grim, he literally knows so many secrets now, Yuu has a powerful ally in their side
Ftu
Malleus, Vil, Riddle, Leona and Jamil live in castles, however only Vil and Jamil are aware of their secret passages, and yes, they were furious when Yuu discovered them, but soon changed their minds once they discovered there is more and Yuu found those, they have little adventure exploring those parts of the castles
Azul has some shortcuts in the area he lives in, they are dangerous shortcuts but useful nonetheless, he uses them with Yuu once, and Yuu found more when bored with Floyd, and with Grim they found a passage in Rielle's castle once they visited, this one Azul doesn't know yet
The underworld, I'll take inspiration from Supergiant's Hades, bc I like it, it's in constant change with little places staying the same, so it's almost impossible finding shortcuts and secret passages... almost... Yuu finds some when running around and learning about the nature of teh realm, Ortho teaches them some, Idia uses others, Yuu never ruinned on them when exploring bc the flamy hair gives away who is coming
B&P
Chernabog's mountain is full of tricks and passages that were never used to it's full potential... until a little human was brought by the demon
The meetings are happening in there,m it's only natural that Yuu knows many of those passages, they used to play with Grimm in them, and now... they play tricks in their new friends :) bnp Rook is dieing to know how they do that!
Gr
The seven know about all the passages in Ramshackle, after they grow found of this little human they tell them about those, and Yuu and Grim, began to search for them, now they know almost all of them at this point
Not only those of the school, oh no, they know the dorm's secret passages too, you can imagine them playing pranks on each dorm and getting away with that, not even Crowley knows about those
BB
Blessed be however made those passages, Yuu needs them so much in here, yes, they may run in Grim and he may try to fry them but good seven it's so much better than being beaten up or... felling eyes everywhere
They try their best to never, ever, run by Crowley, those passages are too good for them, they aren't giving them up, NEVER
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst au#twst sgs au#spirits of the great seven au#twst fary tale universe#twst tftu#twst bnp#twst babies & plans au#twst b&p#twst babies and plans au#twst bb au#twst bad beggining au
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Vengeful Spirits┊By Any Other Name
summary: A year after the fire and the end of Hydra, Brock Rumlow's ghost is still haunting you.
pairing: bucky x reader
chapter word count: 10.7k
warnings: PTSD symptoms, nightmares, canon level violence, angst angst angst!!, it's a revenge story babyyyy
a/n: This is an alternative future that you can chose to include in your own version of BAON canon or consider as a 'what if' timeline. It was really fun to explore this side of the story and jump back into this world again so I hope you enjoy! ❤️
🌹 series masterlist <- catch up here first! 🌹
You couldn’t breathe beyond the stench of gasoline and cigar smoke. With wrists bound and tied to an old, wooden chair through frayed electrical wires, the exposed copper dug into your skin, leaving behind thin lines of ruined flesh in their wake. Blood dripped down your fingertips and onto the carpet at your feet. Tiny red dots marked into the pattern.
Along the walls, you could hardly make out the distorted image of near empty shelves, broken pots, and your books discarded amongst the soil and ruin. Pools of gasoline leaked into the hardwood floors, soaked into the pages of century old novels; ink bleeding through the paper.
“You are Hydra, baby!” Brock’s disembodied voice echoed throughout the room. You flinched at the sound as if it could cut through as sharp as the wires on your wrists. Your eyes scanned the room to find it empty, and still, his voice lingered down the aisles of your library, his presence haunting you.
“No,” you choked out, throat closing under the weight of the lump building there. Tears pressed against your cheeks. Gasoline burned in your nose.
A figure emerged from the shadows – a faint outline of the man you married, the man you despised, his face hidden by the darkness clouding around him. Still, you could smell the liquor on his breath – always on his breath.
“You are not worthy of redemption.”
You tugged at the bindings on your wrists, adrenaline thunderous in your heart. You wondered if it might push past your chest and spill out onto your lap. If your blood would meet the gasoline at your feet and blend into one.
“Stop it,” you warned, though the fear was evident in your voice.
Brock did not relent as he stepped forward, the shadows clinging so tight to his body you could not make out his face. “You are and always will be Hydra to those feds...”
A sob broke through you as he approached. You had no will to fight, no source of strength to draw upon. All you could feel was the blinding terror coursing deep into your veins with his every step; with each squeak of the floor boards, with every footprint coated in potted soil and gasoline. The cigar hung loosely at his fingertips, ready to set fire to the room around you.
Brock parted his lips, his voice slippery as a viper, “...and they will leave you to BURN!”
His hands slammed down on your wrists, his face only inches away. Your heart stopped beating; eyes blown wide. A single touch of moonlight broke through the shadows on Brock’s face and what remained was a glimpse of horror. Charred skin, ruined flesh. Raw and red and bubbling at the surface. Blistered and oozing.
The mutilated scars around his lips slithered into a sickening grin, his breath hot as flame against your skin. He dropped the cigar. The room went up in smoke. In flame and fire and fury.
A world away, you jolted forward, throat raw and aching, surrounded by the cold embrace of a dark room. It took a moment before you realized that terrible, agonizing sound was your own voice – screaming. You could only vaguely hear your name called, the gentle touch of a hand running lines over your spine. The same hands that guided yours to feel for the silky sheets covering you, to the cotton of your t-shirt, to the steady thump of a heartbeat over an exposed chest beside you.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” the voice eased again. The contrast of it – the kindness and the patience laced in the words – tugged you away from the nightmare you’d escaped from. You followed his request and slowly forced air into your lungs. “Good, honey. One more, okay?”
You nodded, doing as he asked.
Pushing past the haze over your vision, you looked around the room to find the familiar ripple of curtains over the window, the pile of laundry in the corner, your Columbia badge hanging over the doorknob, Bucky’s FBI jacket slung over the armchair.
You gasped. Bucky.
Sure enough, propped up on his elbow beside you, was Bucky Barnes. He wore that same glimpse of a smile you fell in love with but it held a heaviness in it, a sadness. The sheet sat bunched at his waist, exposing his bare chest and the scars littering his skin. Your eyes drew to the mark on his shoulder, the one you were responsible for. It raised pink against his tanned skin, healed over in the last year but still visible. Still a reminder.
“You alright?” Bucky asked slowly. His hand was cautious as he reached out for you. Slow in his movements under your gaze, so that you might have the chance to pull away if you wanted to. You held steady, relief washing through your body as his hand circled around yours.
You nodded, though you weren’t sure whether it was entirely true. Bucky didn’t press you on it as he gathered you in his arms and slowly pulled you down into his embrace. He tugged the covers back up around you, holding you as you stole a glance at the clock beyond his shoulder. You only had a few hours left before the alarm would wake you for work. You didn’t expect to get anymore sleep tonight, but it was a comfort at least to know you had time to lay soundly in Bucky’s arms before morning and responsibility took him away.
“It was Brock again,” you mumbled against his chest. “The library.”
Bucky tensed. This particular brand of nightmare had been plaguing you for weeks now. It had been almost a year now since the fire but the horrors of what you endured that night had yet to leave you. They started with vivid images of Bucky’s body bleeding out in the warehouse, the bullet you shot into his shoulder finding a new home between his eyes or buried into his chest. They centered around Brock hulling Peter into his warpath and leaving him tied and bound to the flames alongside you. But lately, your mind was particularly cruel.
Brock haunted you – taunted you. His ghost made you doubt whether you were ever really safe from him at all, if he was still lurking in the shadows, if his hand could slither out from the darkness and grip tight to your neck and drag you back to his hell. They never found a body within the flames and despite Bucky’s reassurances that he put enough bullets in the man to make sure he never took another breath, it didn’t sway your fears.
“I hate that I wasn’t there for you when you needed me,” Bucky sighed through his teeth, his grip on you holding a little tighter.
“You did everything you could. You still saved me,” you told him. Still, he carried his guilt. You could feel his fingertips run over the faded burn marks on your skin. Bumps and edges over what used to be smooth and soft. He saw them as reminders of his failings despite your pleas against it.
“I should have killed him long before then.” There was no waver in his voice. He shifted under the covers, his lips pressing sweetly to your forehead in contrast to the malice in his voice for the monster who used to share your bed.
“You were trying to do the right thing by bringing him in. Doing what you do, you don’t have a choice but to believe in the system. With all the monsters you’ve put away over the years, you should believe in it but... we both know Brock was never going to tolerate a cage.” You clung a little tighter to Bucky’s chest, settling against the steady beat of his heart.
Bucky’s response was only to curl his arm around you, holding you as close as he could manage. His lips did not leave the crown of your head. You stayed there with him, curled in his embrace, listening to his heartbeat, until the sun rose beyond the mood and light beckoned you to a new day.
***
You were standing in the kitchen washing the dishes when you saw him.
You were walking through the practice your therapist explained for dealing with your nightmares. You closed your eyes and pictured the library, the wires on your wrists, the very beginning and the start of it all. But instead of Brock emerging from the shadows, you conjured Bucky. You imagined Bucky rushing through the doors, freeing you from your chains, hulling you up into his arms and whisking you away from harm. You concentrated on every detail in his face, on the dried blood you remembered he wore along his cheek, on the open scars from Brock’s rings, on the look of relief upon his face because he found you. He found you and he saved you before the flames could take hold. He carried you away from the room that had once been your sanctuary, now only reserved for your nightmares. You held onto that version of the story with all you had.
Sometimes, it helped. Other nights, you still woke up screaming and drenched in sweat. But Bucky was there and he never showed an ounce of anything but the love and patience he swore to you. He’d hold you until your heart settled and you stopped fearing the image of Brock’s burned face when you closed your eyes. Encompassed with Bucky, it was hard to think of anyone else.
Peter was sweeping up the stray shredded cheese that had found its way to the floor in the midst of another taco night. Cheddar, your sweet orange tabby, had little interest in his namesake and was purring soundingly on the armrest of the couch. Bucky had slipped out to the corner store to pick up a few tubs of ice cream in preparation for the movie Peter had been dying to see for weeks now.
All it took was a single glance to the window for the ground to vanish under your feet.
You could only vaguely catch the sound of broken glass as it shattered, the dinner plate in shards near your bare feet. Peter rushed towards you but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. No – your focus was stolen by the figure standing beyond the darkness, hanging within the shadows.
You knew that outline. You knew that face. You’d seen it in your dreams – your nightmares – for almost a year. Disfigured and burned. But still, covered in shadows like a monster within a child’s closet. Not close enough to see details of his vicious smirk but real enough to set terror into your veins.
Peter was yanking on your arm, his voice louder now. You couldn’t move. You were stone.
“Y/n?” Bucky called the second the door swung open, the paper bag quickly discarded on the floor. The panic was etched into his voice, the same way it had been in the months after the fire when you lost yourself to brief moments of fear, when the memory of his cover you’d known as James was all that could bring you back.
He rushed in front of you, obstructing your view of the window and snapping you from your trance. His hands were on your cheeks, his eyes quickly glancing down at the shards of glass by your feet. You could feel him trying to delicately usher you away before you cut yourself, but you couldn’t let the monster escape a second time.
“It’s Brock,” you exhaled, trying to peer around Bucky’s shoulder for another look. “He’s here. I—I saw him! Outside!”
Bucky swung his attention to the window, still holding on tight to you. But when you looked again, the darkness was all that remained. No figures hidden in the shadows. No one lying in wait, taunting you. The monster had vanished in thin air.
“Sweetheart... he’s dead,” Bucky eased. “He can’t hurt you.”
You shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes. You tried to ignore the concerned look that flashed between Bucky and Peter, how their expressions of panic quickly turned to ones of pain, of aching sadness, of pity.
“N-No, I saw him! I swear I did, James,” you argued, pushing past him and rushing out towards the window in search of what you saw. Bucky hissed as you barely cleared the broken glass in your path, though he followed you without question. “I saw him. He was looking right at me!”
Bucky indulged you by taking another look out to the empty sidewalk behind the brownstone you shared together. It was quiet where you lived, away from the rush of the city and the tourists and late-night drinkers. All that remained was the faint buzz of the streetlamp at the end of the block and an elderly couple taking their usual evening stroll. They raised a hand in greeting as they spotted the two of you looking out the window. Bucky forced a smile and returned the gesture.
“There’s no one there, honey,” Bucky tried again, urging you to look for yourself. “Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you. You know how hard nights have been lately...”
You shook your head. “I-- I know what I saw, James. I’m not—I'm not crazy.”
His face softened. Slowly his hand moved to cup at your cheek, brushing away the tears that had started to form. “I know. I know that, love.”
It hadn’t slipped your notice that it was the second time you called him James. A name that held enormous meaning to you, a name you had promised to leave in the past in favor of the man standing in front of you. Bucky – the undercover FBI agent who saved you from the prison you’d been living in. James – the enforcer to an evil organization who taught you how to love again. One in the same. And still, sometimes calling upon the version of the man who had provided the first sense of safety you’d felt in years, was all that kept you from falling apart.
You stole a glance back to the window as Bucky wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tight to his chest. It was the same sidewalk you were familiar with, no sinister creatures lingering in the shadows. It's possible you had imagined it. You were focused on rewriting your nightmares...
“Should I head home? Let you rest?” Peter’s voice nervously called from the kitchen. He set the broom back in the closet, already having cleaned up the glass from the broken plate.
You shook your head, wiping tears against Bucky’s shirt. “No, please stay. Let’s watch that movie, okay? I’m alright.”
You forced a smile though the redness in your eyes. You felt Bucky’s hand settle against your back, his fingertips soothing small circles into your spine. His scent calming you as you listened for the steady thump of his heartbeat.
“You sure?” Peter stepped forward, that sweet hopeful look on his face though a hesitancy remained in his eyes. He wasn’t convinced of your word.
“Yes.” You hugged Bucky’s waist, tugging him to the couch. “I think I must have... I don’t know... I was seeing things, I guess.”
Nightmares bleeding into the daytime. Natasha had warned you about that early on. Enduring the type of trauma you did, surviving a home with invisible bars and nearly losing your life to it... it was bound to follow you. Bucky understood how you carried it still and he didn’t shy away in fear of it. You tried to find strength in that, in his unending loyalty and patience. You trusted his word above everything else.
Brock was dead. Four shots to the chest. The fire took his body.
It had to be true.
No—It was true.
And yet, the doubt scratched its nails along the windowpane, begging to be let in.
***
“Hey, I’m not saying that I’m a better actor than Barnes, but I’m not not saying that.” Sam Wilson picked up an apple from the pile and tossed it into the air before take a huge bite out of the center. The juice of it dripped down the edges of grin.
Bucky rolled his eyes as he handed the vendor a dollar for Sam’s snack. You giggled against Bucky’s side as he slid his hand back into his pocket. He was trying to hide his laugh through a bite in his lip, but you could see past it enough to catch the slight lift in his cheeks.
“I’d say he was a pretty good actor,” you smirked. “Fooled me, didn’t he?”
Your arms were snaked around Bucky’s, holding him against your chest as you weaved in and around the busy famers’ market, so you felt it when his body tensed. That guilt complex of his couldn’t take a little teasing, though you tried.
“If he could make me fall in love with a,” you paused, lowering your voice, “Hydra hitman,” you grinned, swatting Bucky in the arm, “then I think he’s a damn good actor.”
“Alright, damn, I concede!” Sam threw his arms in the air, smiling so wide you wondered if it might touch his ears.
“You’re terrible, you know that?” Bucky snickered, leaning into your ear. His breath was warm against your skin, his lips grazing over your hair as you felt the soft brush of his laugh.
“Hush.” You snuck up and stole a kiss from his lips. It was a wonder to be able to kiss him in the open like this, surrounded by people who had little time or patience to care for the strangers standing in love at the center of a busy famers’ market. It was surreal at times, feeling like you were lost in a dream you never wanted to wake up from. But he was real and perfect and wonderful and so incredibly yours.
“Oh! Wait, I forgot the desserts for Peter!” you pulled back quickly, glancing into the busy crowd in search of the vendor with the fresh displays of apple tarts. You’d been meaning to pick one up for Peter after he got his first acceptance letter to college. They’ve been rolling in lately and piling high enough to cover Aunt May’s kitchen table, but you did promise him a new tart for every acceptance and you were about three behind.
“Go,” Bucky laughed, shaking you from his arm playfully. “I’ll babysit Sam until you get back.”
You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek you knew Sam would mock him for the second you disappeared into the crowd. The glossy imprint of your lips against his stubble was your favorite look on him, and he didn’t much mind it himself.
Shoulders bumped into yours as you squeezed through the rush of tourists and locals browsing the fresh fruits and vegetables displays along the tents. You turned the corner at the smell of cooked apples, cinnamon, and butter. Your stomach started to growl as you approached the vendor: a charming, older man with a twisted grey mustache and a flat cap.
“What can I get for you, hun?” he grinned, hands setting on his round stomach. Flour was still dusted along his apron, little bits of crumbs on his cheeks.
“Oh, I think I’d like—” You paused, catching a glimpse of something unsettling over the man's shoulder. Just a shadow, at first, blocked by the busy hustle of people walking by. You shook your head, tearing your eyes away and forcing your attention back to the vender. He offered you an uneasy smile. “The, um, the apple tart, please. And two of the—of the—”
You lost your trail of thought as the figure appeared again. Covered in darkness amongst a busy, sunny coated street. But he stood completely still, a baseball cap obstructing most of his face, though you could feel his eyes on you. You froze as he slowly lifted a hand, the flesh of it marred and blistered, and he tilted the lid of his cap.
“No. No, that’s not—He's not—” Your breathing was coming in too fast. The distorted image from your nightmares was standing mere feet away; a monster wearing a man’s skin and even that was ruined and burned.
Your dead husband stared back at you, that sickening grin curling up on his face. Your hands were shaking so violently you could hardly grasp the dollar bills as you fumbled with your wallet.
“Miss? Are you alright, deary?” the vendor called, extending a hand towards you but you had already backed out of his reach. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Brock, from the burns on his skin or the murderous look in his stare; the gleeful expression of anticipated revenge. You were stone and marble and ice until—he stepped forward.
“James!” you screamed, leaving behind the money and the pastries as you sprinted in the opposite direction; shoving your way through the crowd, but it felt like you were swimming against the full force of a current. Your legs were shaking, your heart threatening to burst from your chest. You didn’t dare a glimpse over your shoulder to see how close Brock was behind you. “JAMES!”
You barely registered as you slammed into Bucky’s chest. Tears soaked quickly into his shirt, your sobs loud and breaking as he desperately tried to settle you. There was no space to pull you off to the side, no comfort from the busy crowd around you. You clawed at him, terrified you couldn’t get close enough, desperate to hide from your husband, from his vendetta, to protect Bucky from his wrath and—
“Y/n! Y/n, look at me!” Bucky begged, taking a tenser hold of you than he ever intended to use and forced you to meet his eye. The sting of his grip was all that punctured through the terror. You met the sharp blue of Bucky’s eyes, his brows furrowed in concern, worry lines along his forehead. “What happened?”
“It’s Brock! He’s here!” you sobbed, desperately clinging to Bucky as you gestured behind you, certain your ex-husband would emerge from the crowd at any second. “He found us. He found us! Oh God, James— he’s going to—”
“Stay with her,” Bucky ordered to Sam and he began prying your grip from around his waist.
“No! Don’t go!” You felt like a child; small and fearful and terrified beyond belief. But Bucky had that look in his eye, one that warned of danger in his path should anyone dare to cross him. You'd only seen it once – when he was on his knees in the warehouse, at the mercy of your ex-husband.
“Sam!” Bucky warned.
“I’ve got you, kid,” Sam eased the best he could. Bucky kissed your hairline before he rushed back into the crowd in search of Brock. You didn’t dare watch until he disappeared amongst the sea of people. Instead, you clung onto Sam as if he might be the only thing keeping you afloat. Maybe he was.
It was only when your breathing began to slow again with every count of Sam’s deep inhales that you started to notice the whispers around you, how the strangers eyed you and walked a little quicker as they passed by. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but they were bold enough to hold your gaze as they whispered into the ears of their friends. Pity laced smiles at the crazy women sobbing at the center of the market.
Then, you heard footsteps come to a steady halt behind you. Sam released you from his hold and you turned to find Bucky waiting for you. He opened his arms and you rushed in.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair, apologies for tearing himself from you. It was not one he needed to make, but you nodded anyway.
“Did you find him?” you dared to ask.
When you were met with silence, your heart sank. As you glanced up you caught that same look of concern Bucky had given Peter the first time you saw Brock through the window of your apartment days earlier. Now, he shared it with Sam.
Bucky clenched his jaw, his blue eyes swimming in remorse. “Sweetheart, I—”
“Oh God... I’m going crazy. Aren’t I?” you gasped, tears filling your eyes to the point where you could no longer see the look of agony on Bucky’s face and, maybe, that was for the best. You could only vaguely hear Sam as he ushered the onlookers away, flashing his badge and grumbling angrily under his breath at the tourists who dared to sit in observation of your worst fears.
“It’s okay, honey,” Bucky eased with loving, tender kisses to your shoulder. “I’ve got you. You’re okay. You’re safe.”
He repeated it on an endless loop. Constant reassurances. Gentle reminders. You could hear the concern etched into his voice, the fear he shared with Sam, the doubt of whether his love was enough to save you from the horrors Rumlow left behind.
***
“You don’t have to stay the night, Sam,” you tried again for the third time that evening. “Please, I don’t want to inconvenience you just because I’m apparently losing my mind.”
“Are you kidding?” Sam smirked, shaking out the long, teal sheet before he laid it onto the couch. “I insist. Plus, it gives me an excuse to guilt Barnes into going easy on me at the annual field test.”
“You’re a good man, Sam,” you exhaled, arms folded tight over your chest. Your gaze drifted to the windows and the dark overcast hanging along the sidewalk. There was only a moment of relief in the emptiness you found in wait.
“Careful, sweetheart, you’ll inflate his ego.”
You turned to find Bucky leaning against the wall behind you, watching your interaction with Sam. He shook his head, a smiling brimming on his face as he approached. His arm swung casually around your shoulders, tugging you to his side before he pressed a short kiss to your hairline.
“Listen,” Bucky started, a more serious tone in his voice, “I appreciate you coming out here last minute. I didn’t feel right leaving her on her own after what happened at the market this morning.”
Sam softened, his teasing grin turning gentle into a thin line. “She’s family, right?” He winked at you, tugging a smile back to your face. “Go find out what Fury wants. I’ll hold down the fort until you get back.”
“And I’ll just be asleep anyway,” you added, though you wondered if Bucky could hear the uncertainty in your voice. You weren’t sure you’d be able to get much of any sleep at all while he was gone, but it helped to ease your mind knowing Sam wasn’t too far away. Even if your mind was playing games with you, the safety of having at least one federal agent in the apartment was a relief.
Still – Bucky’s jaw clenched as he nodded. He was better at reading you than you gave him credit for. He turned you gently in his arms to face him, a finger tilting at the bottom of your chin to hold your gaze.
“I promise I won’t be long. I’m sure Fury just has a new vision for recruit training he wants to run by me and that man’s schedule waits for no one,” Bucky chuckled, trying to sway your tension. It didn’t do much to etch the stone from your muscle, but you gave him a smile. It was enough. He sighed, pressing out one in return though it held a heaviness in it. “We’ll deal with everything else tomorrow, alright? Bruce is a good man, Y/n. He’ll know how to help you.”
You nodded, holding your breath at the mention of the doctor. He was a trained psychiatrist who specialized in PTSD and had worked with the Bureau for years. You figured most of his work was done with the men and women who worked alongside Bucky and Sam, but he knew his way around trauma and the dangerous monsters it carried. He could help, you told yourself. You weren’t crazy. You weren’t going to lose Bucky to this.
“I love you,” Bucky said quietly, though it held a certainty to it that pieced together the frayed edges in your stomach, the doubt and fears that lingered there. It was as if he could read the fears on your face and put them at ease before they could take root as he said, “we’ll get through this together, okay?”
“Okay,” you murmured, pressing your face to his chest. You took a final inhale of his scent, holding it as close as you could manage, before you let go. “I love you, too.”
You tried not to linger in the hallway after that. The apartment felt too big without Bucky around and though Sam did his best to draw out your smile, the exhaustion from the market had drained you. Your head was buzzing, your mind unfocused. Sam had noticed pretty quickly when you started to zone out, eyes fixated on the wall behind his shoulder, and he gently eased you to your room.
“I’ll be right out here you need anything, okay?” Sam reminded you with a soft tap on the edge of your door.
“Thank you, Sam.” You weren’t sure how to apologize for the events at the market, how you’d clung to him and sobbed, terrified that your dead husband was following you. You didn’t dare allow yourself to imagine what he must have thought of you in that moment. Still, the warm color of Sam’s eyes and the sincerity of his smile were enough to sway those thoughts a little while longer.
Then, you were alone.
You pulled the blankets up to your chin, curling against the side of the bed Bucky slept on. You could still smell the faint scent of his shampoo on the pillow. You tugged it against your chest, holding it as if it were an extension of him.
This helpless feeling was not one you were used to. Not anymore.
You couldn’t remember feeling this afraid even when you were living under Brock’s roof. Part of you wondered whether the risk of losing the security and safety and comfort you’d gained in his death was what fed into your fears and accelerated their momentum. When you were married to Brock and complicit to Hydra, you had little to lose, little to gain. You were able to go through the motions and survive.
But now?
Now you had something worth living for. Now, you had Bucky. You had your job back, your friends. You had Sam and Natasha and Steve. You had Peter and May. You had the light of day and freedom and love.
The very thought of it being stolen from you scared you far more than Brock ever could. And still, it was his face that haunted you. It was his face in your nightmares and following your shadows.
You kept your focus on the closed door to your bedroom, watching the flickering of the television light between the cracks and listening for Sam’s muffled laugh through the walls. You waited and waited and hoped that Bucky would return before the demons came for you, but sleep swept you away in luring embrace.
***
You woke suddenly to the sound of muffled gunfire. Jolting up in your bed, you clutched at the sheets, at your pajamas, at your hair, wiping the sweat from your skin. Your hand settled against your heart, trying to focus on the rhythm, but it was too fast. It wasn’t the steady, reassuring pace that Bucky carried. You groaned, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes.
Just a dream, you told yourself. It was just a dream. It can't hurt you.
You turned to the door to find the light from the television still sliding through the edges. Sam must have forgotten to turn it off before he fell asleep. He was known for his love of old detective dramas. The gunshot from the show must have lingered into your dreams.
You slumped back into the bed, heart still pounding. Beyond the door, you could hear the creek of the floorboards under heavy steps. Maybe Sam was still awake. There were plenty of snacks in your pantry and he had teased Bucky mercilessly about eating all of his cheese puffs. The thought helped to ease the panic from your veins as you forced yourself to close your eyes.
Bucky will be home soon. Go to sleep. You’re fine.
But then the footsteps inched closer. They paused right outside the door, their silhouette blocking the stream of light from the television. You rubbed at your eyes.
“Sam?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, the knob began to turn. Slow. The hinges of the door crying as it crept open. The sudden influx of light was harsh against your eyes, forcing you to squeeze them shut. His face was shielded by the backdrop of light and the blur in your eyes. Whether it was from exhaustion or leftover tears from your dreams, you weren’t sure.
“Sam? What’s wrong?”
Again, nothing.
There was something wrong in his movements. He was too stiff, too quiet. He looked like something out of your nightmares – cold, sinister, calculating. The room shifted around you; the safety you’d known in its walls peeled back by the edges of sharp, unyielding claws. Whatever crept towards you in the shadows was not Sam Wilson.
You stared at the figure as it approached, suddenly terrified to take your eyes off of it. Your vision began to burn, unable to so much as blink in fear of what the creature would do. Beyond the door, you heard a faint groaning, nails scraping along the floorboards. Your name was called in a familiar voice, panicked but faded, weak.
The figure lowered his hood.
“It’s good to see you again, baby.”
“No.” You scrambled backwards on the bed, shifting as far away from the distorted figure as you could manage. Your hands were shaking as you brought them to your lips. “No-- This isn’t-- This isn’t real.”
But Brock Rumlow stepped forward into the light and began to laugh. When his hand gripped at your wrist, you felt the nails dig into your skin. You gagged against the harsh burn of liquor and raw flesh. The adrenaline that rushed into your veins was visceral and agonizing – it burned as deep as the flames in your dreams.
Something pinched at your neck as your movements began to slow, your vision doubling. A syringe was in Brock’s hand as he stepped back, watching as you struggled to maintain consciousness.
“It’s... it’s not real,” you murmured again, trying to convince yourself beyond what your mind already knew to be true as you stared down the figure of your ex-husband.
And still, he laughed. It was the last thing you heard before the darkness caved in.
***
Bucky paced along the hallway outside of Director Fury’s office. It had been over an hour since he arrived and Fury had yet to see him. His message had indicated that it was a time sensitive issue. It was the only reason he begrudgingly agreed to leave you alone for the night after what happened in the market. Sam was with you, Bucky reminded himself as he ran a hair through the roots of his hair. You weren’t alone.
Then, when Bucky was about ready to barge his way into Fury’s office, the door opened. Agent Hill walked out carrying a half dozen folders in her arms, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors as she passed by. She seemed surprised to see Bucky waiting, but still, she made a short gesture to let him know the director was free.
“Sir,” Bucky started, stepping into the office. “You asked to see me?”
Fury was standing with his back to the door, facing out to the open windows and the bright lights of the city. Slowly, he turned over his shoulder, eyeing Bucky suspiciously. He took a step forward; his unnerving silence proving a bit too much for Bucky’s present impatience.
“Sir, I don’t mean to press,” Bucky exhaled, “but it’s been a rough day and I’d like to get back home as soon as I--”
“What makes you think I want to see you, Barnes?” Fury scoffed, settling into his desk. He popped the lid off the bottle of bourbon he kept hidden in the bottom drawer. Bourbon poured into the crystalline glass.
“You paged me two hours ago, sir,” Bucky said, setting the small flip phone on the desk. It was the only device Fury had agreed to use to call in his agents when needed; even if Bucky’s latest missions were held behind a desk or on the training field with the new recruits.
Fury cast his single eye at the phone, narrowing on the last message received. He read it over twice before he tossed the phone back to Bucky. He shrugged.
“I didn’t send you that message.”
Bucky froze, the phone feeling heavy within his grasp. “Sir?”
“Our message system was hacked several hours ago,” Fury said. He leaned in over the desk, studying Bucky through a less than unsettling gaze. “That’s why I called Maria in. I don’t know who sent you that message, but it wasn’t us.”
Bucky read over the message again. It was in the same cadence Fury always used in his messages, the same phrasing. HQ meeting 1hr. Short. To the point.
“Why would someone want to lure you back to base, Agent Barnes?” Fury inquired, leaning back into his chair, but Bucky could only vaguely hear what he had said. He was too busy staring at the phone, his grip clenching so tight around the edges he might snap it in half. His heart was pounding so loud, it muffled in his own ears. He could hear the rush of his blood through his veins.
Because he realized in that moment the message had little to do with luring him back to base. No – the sender had a much more terrifying purpose in mind.
To get you alone.
***
“Y/n!”
By the time Bucky made it back to the apartment, he was drenched in sweat. It soaked through his white button down, leaving the material transparent and wet, clinging against his chest. His hands were shaking as he struggled to get the key into the lock, fumbling over it several times before he shouldered his way inside.
His stomach dropped at the first sight of blood.
“Sam!” Bucky sprinted across the room, dropping down hard on his knees and into the expanding pool of crimson red soaking into the cracks of the floorboards. Sam was laid on his stomach, hands outstretched as if he had been crawling. A streak of smeared blood was in his wake. He’d been trying to reach the bedroom before his body gave out.
With shaking hands, Bucky rolled his friend onto his back, desperately searching for damage.
It was then he found the bullet wound embedded in Sam’s stomach. Bucky tore a glance back to the bedroom as he pressed his hands to the wound, stopping the bleeding the best he could.
“Y/n!” Bucky shouted again, desperate for you to appear from behind a locked door, unharmed. But there was no response in his echo. You did not call his name or any other.
“I’m s-sorry, Buck,” Sam’s weakened voice jarred Bucky from his trance. He looked down to find Sam’s eyes on him, though they were heavy, barely focused. Sam’s hand curled around Bucky's wrist. “S-She’s gone. He took her. I... I tried to—”
“I know, buddy,” Bucky eased, his voice breaking in the effort. “I know. It's okay. Save your strength, alright?”
As quickly as he could, Bucky dialed Steve’s number. He didn’t have the energy or the willpower to explain what happened, but he managed to order for an ambulance – one that would ram its way through New York traffic if it had to. Steve confirmed he was on his way and Natasha would be shortly behind. No questions asked.
“Buck,” Sam choked out, blood dripping at his lips. “Tell Y/n I’m--”
“I’m not telling her shit, okay? You tell her when—” Bucky clenched his jaw, tears slipping down past his cheeks, “You tell her when I get her back.”
***
It felt like an eternity before Steve and the ambulance arrived. Sam had faded in and out of consciousness enough times to make Bucky question if he would ever hear his friend ruthlessly tease him again. Still, in every waking moment, Sam did his best describe the intruder. There were few jokes, little smiles; he nearly drowned in his own blood before he could finish.
Sam couldn’t offer any more details beyond the hooded figure that had taken him by surprise. Bucky couldn’t tell if it was Sam’s delirium, but the description he gave sounded like something constructed of nightmares. He described a monster.
He was passed out by the time Steve arrived.
Bucky fell back onto the floor as the paramedics took over. He could only vaguely register Steve’s hands grip tight around his biceps and hulling him up to his feet long after the sirens had faded away and all that remained on the floor before him was the faint outline of Sam’s body. He tried not to pay attention to the blood coating his hands and soaking into his shirt. Sam’s blood. Blood he spilled trying to protect you. A task Bucky had requested.
“I’ve got footprints,” Natasha’s voice called from the hallway. Steve ushered Bucky to follow, though he felt like he was still stuck in a trance. None of it felt real, even as Natasha kneeled to more closely examine the imprint of the shoe outlined in blood.
“What happened here, Buck?” Steve asked, though he knew there was no good answer.
Bucky shook his head. “I don’t know. I—I can’t do this again, Steve. I can’t lose her—I can’t—”
A flash of gold caught his eye. Bucky followed the reflection into the bedroom, almost in a trance. He stilled as he approached the bed, finding a small, gold ring sitting just on the edge of the mattress. Thick. Rusting. An emblem of a skull at its center, surrounded by six long tentacles.
Slowly, he picked up the ring, holding it in the palm of his hand. The tears had faded on his cheeks, replaced only by the cold burn of vengeance growing like fire through his veins. He shoved the ring into Steve’s hands as he approached, answering the question before he had a chance to ask.
Bucky moved on a warpath to the safe. He wasted little time in loading his handgun and slipping it to his waist. A second followed and he strapped it to his thigh. When he stood again, Natasha and Steve were watching silently.
“You going to stop me?” Bucky questioned, a cold determination icing his voice.
“I didn’t last time,” Steve confirmed, stepping back.
Bucky gave him a short nod as he passed by. He didn’t bother with a coat.
“Hey Barnes,” Natasha called just as he opened the front door. He paused for only a moment, a short glance over his shoulder as she approached, her expression as cold and calculating as his own. “Make sure he’s dead this time.”
***
When you woke, you tried to feel for the cool silk of your bedroom sheets. You searched for the comfort of the warm body beside you and the gentle thumping of an easy heart. You sought out the slight dip of the mattress and the brush of air from the fan overhead. Instead, you found your hands were restrained behind you, the skin burned under thick ropes.
You sat up slowly in effort to ease through the blinding headache dizzying your vision. Dirt was caked into your nails and brushed along your skin, grass below your exposed legs. Still in your pajamas, you felt the sting of a twig as it scratched your thigh.
It took a moment before you recognized your surroundings. Away from the comfort of Brooklyn, you realized you were immersed in acres of woods. To your right, just barely through a short clearing, your heart dropped at the sight of ruined remains of a home you had lived in for years. Most of it had been bulldozed away after the fire, but pieces still remained. Enough that you still recognized the proximity to your nightmares.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, baby.”
You flinched at the sound of his voice – Brock's voice – as he stepped out from the shadows. No longer shielded by the distorted visions in your dreams or the promise of safety under the guise of a twisted imagination, there was little doubt that the man who stood in front of you was anything other than the head of Hydra itself.
“Takes a while to get used to, doesn’t it?” he scoffed, gesturing to the burns coating his skin. He was almost unrecognizable; the darkly handsome features on his face obstructed in the fire. What remained instead was a glimpse of the evil he carried in his heart, a sickening display of karma unfolding upon his body and mocking his existence.
You couldn’t help the laugh as it escaped. Perhaps it was shock or maybe you really were losing your mind, but the falter in Brock’s expression was reward enough. He was expecting you to remain in your fear of him, to be able to hold it over you. Your laughter was not what he had been anticipating and it read clear as day upon his face.
“It’s what you deserve,” you spat, tugging at the ropes around your wrists as you rose to your knees. Tiny stones dug into your skin but you urged yourself to feel power in the sting of it. To let it ground you to your strength and remind you of what was real.
“Deserve?” Brock hissed, his upper lip twitching. Anger twisted and consumed the little parts of his expression he still had control over. “You want to talk about what is deserved?!”
You tried not to react when he pulled a handgun from his waist and cocked it. The barrel of it aimed at your head, his finger on the trigger. You tried to keep the cold, uncaring expression Bucky had worn that night in the factory – unafraid in the face of evil. He’d been on his knees then, too. But still—your jaw clenched and Brock grinned.
“How is it that my cheating, whore of a wife and the traitorous son of a bitch who destroyed everything I ever built get to live happily ever after?!” Brock sneered, crouching down to your eye line. He drew the edge of the barrel along your cheekbone, sliding it down your throat, though you tried to pull away. He grinned. “You want to talk about what is deserved? Huh? How about I take back what belongs to me?”
You clenched your jaw, unwilling to meet his eye. Instead, you kept your stare on the tree beyond his left shoulder, the one you could see from the window of the spare bedroom you moved into after you gained the courage to fall in love with James— with Bucky. Its trunk was charred in the fire but it still stood. It still remained. Worn, but still strong.
“Maybe, I keep my promise to our mutual friend? Barnes, isn’t it?” Brock taunted. He used the barrel of the gun to brush your hair behind your shoulder. This close you could see the divots and raised edges of his burns. They coated every inch of his skin. “I told him he’d find you in pieces one day. That his betrayal would follow him the rest of his life and I’d rip you apart just to spite him. But hell, I didn't forget about the part you played either, baby. Maybe I’d like to ruin you a little too... just for myself.”
The barrel traveled alone your collarbone, dipping down to your chest, drawing a line between your breasts and down to your navel. Even through the scarring, you could see the look upon his face – the grin as he licked his lips.
You gritted your teeth. “Fuck you.”
Brock laughed at that, deep and low. Sinister. He wiped away the spit that had landed against his cheek. “I like it when you're feisty.”
You felt for the ground behind you; wrists bound you brushed your fingertips along the grass until you came upon a small rock. A small ounce of relief nestled into your chest; the rest filled with a steady determination. You started to saw it against the ropes.
“How the hell are you even alive? You should be dead,” you said in an effort to keep Brock talking. You could only hope Bucky was on his way to you, if he even knew where you were.
Time was a commodity you didn’t have, but you could stall as long as you could. Maybe... Maybe you’d see him again. It was what kept you going, what gave you the courage to face your demon standing before you.
“Four bullets to the chest and a burning house later, here I am... rising like a fucking phoenix from the ashes!” Brock shouted up to the skies. He stretched his arms out to the side as if he were absorbing the cheers from a stadium worth of admirers. “I’m invincible, baby! You can’t kill me!”
“You're not special, Brock. You’ll die like any other man,” you spat, reveling in the slight shift in his smile. The rock broke through a single piece of twine; a small dent, but it was something. “James will find us and when he does, he’ll kill you.”
Brock’s face dropped to a cold frown. “Not if I kill him first.”
“Would that make you feel like a man?” you jeered, like poking a snarling bear with a short, pointed stick. “To kill the man I left you for? The man I fucked in your house? The man I traded a mansion and millions for just to escape you?”
“Shut your fucking mouth before I—”
“What?” you taunted, shouting out to the trees and the birds and whatever else could hear you amongst the woods. “What the fuck are you going to do to me, Brock!? What else can you possibly take? I am so fucking tired of being afraid of you! I am done walking on eggshells and screaming in the middle of the night and looking over my shoulder!”
“Is that so?” Brock was laughing now, as if your defiance was little more than a show, as if he might peer behind the curtain and find you shaking and crying in the corner. But he’d done more than cage you all these years. He taught you what it was to live with a demon, to know a monster by name, and you were tired of letting it take root in your home. You'd sooner burn it to the ground.
“You’re nothing to me,” you said coldly. “You are nothing but a weak, pathetic little man who didn’t deserve a damn thing from me, so you resorted to taking it. Blackmail and extortion and threats. You got off by making me feel small and alone in that house and I’m done. I won’t live the rest of my life in those fears.”
Brock rolled his eyes, pacing slowly in front of you as he stepped over broken twigs in his path. Snaps like bones under his feet. He ran a hand soothingly over the barrel of the gun, admiring it. “Barnes is a bad influence on you, baby. You think you’re so brave now, don’t you?”
You tightened your jaw, wiling your breaths even. “You can’t hurt me anymore.”
Brock lunged at you, nails digging into your jawline as he forced you up to your feet in his grasp. The rock sawed through half the width of the rope as his nails drew blood on your skin. His breath was hot a flame against your cheeks.
“I’m the one holding the gun, baby,” Brock sneered. “I can still do a whole hell of hurt to you before I end your miserable life.”
You met his eye as if you stared straight into the heart of the devil. You let the fires consume you. “I’d like to see you try.”
The ropes snapped at your wrists and you threw yourself on him, sending both of you crashing to the ground.
“Fucking bitch!” Brock cursed, trying to shove you off of him, but you’d taken enough lessons with Nat to know how to immobilize an attacker.
But then you spotted the gun laying only a few feet away and you realized escape was not your intention. Brock must have followed your line of sight because he jolted enough to sporadically crawl towards the weapon.
You both lunged for it.
***
“Nat, are you sure this is where he took her?” Bucky said as he pulled up to the drive of a home that was now in ruins. He looked around the perimeter and saw nothing save for the acres of woods beyond the property.
“It’s what the profile suggests,” Natasha replied through the car speaker. Bucky could vaguely hear the clicks of her keyboard on the other end of the phone. “Rumlow thrives on drama, Buck. He’s going to bring her back to where it all began. And well, where it ended, too. He wants revenge. Bringing her back to the house puts him on an advantage.”
Bucky slid the car into park. “Keep looking anyway. I’ll call if there’s news.”
He reached for the keys, only pausing when he heard Natasha sigh. “Bring her home.”
Bucky nodded, not sure what else he could say, and turned the car off. He thought you were already freed of your past, thought that you were safe from the demons and monsters in your nightmares. He’d convinced you they were little more than your imagination playing cruel tricks on you. If he’d only listened, if he just believed you... maybe you wouldn’t be at the mercy of Brock Rumlow. Again.
He stepped out onto the driveway, staring up at what remained of the home he fell in love with you in. He shook his head, pinching at the bridge between his eyes, and jogged towards the woods. He didn’t dare call out your name in fear of what Rumlow would do under the pressure. Instead, Bucky concentrated on holding his breath and the warm touch of metal in his hands. His weapon was his grounding point. The bullets inside would not miss their target this time.
Bucky felt like he was starting to run in circles when it happened. Loud enough to jolt his heart out of pace, for the trees to shake as birds flew up into the air.
BANG!
BANG BANG!
BANG!
Four gunshots. Bucky sprinted as fast as he could, following the echo. Leaping over stray roots in the ground and swiping aside branches as they cut his arms.
He emerged into a small clearing to find you standing at the center, a gun held tight between your hands as you stared down at an unmoving body at your feet. Rumlow laid amongst the dirt, on his back, blood pooling at his chest.
“Y/n?” Bucky called gently, though you didn’t look in his direction.
Rumlow’s hand flinched and before Bucky could release his safety, you fired off another two shots. He did not move again after that. His face bore the ghost of surprise, a faded grin turned to shock in the moment you first pulled the trigger.
Bucky took a cautious step forward, your name again on his lips, but before he could get it out, he stepped on a twig, the sharp snap of it startling you as you spun in his direction, weapon now aimed at his chest. Bucky threw his arms in the air.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Bucky said as calm as he could manage, his gaze flickering to your finger still held against the trigger. It was like you were seeing straight through him. “It’s just me. It’s just me, honey.”
It took a moment before the realization flashed behind your eyes.
“James?” You lowered the gun until it hung loosely at your side, your voice nearly breaking over his name. The relief in it was enough to overwhelm him. He nodded, stepping forward and gently easing the gun out of your hands. You released it gratefully.
“It’s over,” you said simply, leaning against Bucky’s chest as you stared down at Rumlow’s body. Six total shots. Five littered over his chest. One planted between his eyes. Bucky let a hand run against your hair, his lips pressing to your crown. Small comforts he could offer.
“Are you alright?” he asked, though his stomach was aching in dread. He knew there was no comforting answer to that question, not after the hell you’d been through tonight, but he hoped nonetheless.
“I am now,” was all you replied. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes away from Rumlow. It was like you were committing it to memory – an image to draw upon when the nightmares came – to remind yourself that he was dead and it had been at your hands.
“Thank you for coming,” you murmured against his shirt and Bucky started to wonder if you were still in shock. You said it as casually as one might after a dinner party.
“Hey, I’ll always come for you,” Bucky promised, an oath he’d never once doubted. Still, he sighed. “Looks like you didn’t need me though, huh?”
“I’ll always need you.” You stepped back out of his hold and this time, you looked more like yourself. You offered him a soft, tentative smile. “But it’s nice to know I can take care of myself, too.” Your gaze flickered to Rumlow. “He underestimated me again.”
“His last time,” Bucky confirmed, pride in his chest.
“I’ll have to thank Nat for all the defense classes,” you grinned. It was a strange kind of normal to be teasing as you stood over the dead body of your ex-husband, who was definitely very much dead this time.
“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled,” Bucky chuckled.
“And Sam! Sam always volunteered to stand in as—” You froze, eyes wide as your hand clapped over your mouth. “Oh my God, Sam. What happened? Is he okay? Is he alive?”
“He’s in surgery now,” Bucky replied quickly before the panic could completely set you over the edge. “Come on, I’ll bring you to the hospital. I want to get you checked out anyway.”
You nodded, leaning into Bucky’s side as he guided you back towards his car. “What about Brock?”
Bucky shrugged. “I’d rather leave him to the animals, but I’ll talk to Steve. We’ll take care of it. You’ve done enough, sweetheart.”
“Can you call Peter?” you asked as you spotted Bucky’s car in the distance. “I know it’s not rational, but I want to make sure Brock didn’t-- that he didn’t do anything to go after Peter, too.”
“Of course. You want him to meet us at the hospital?”
You smiled, a wash of relief in your eyes. You nodded.
Bucky opened the car door for you, helping to ease you gently into the seat despite the hiss of pain you released with the movement. He tried not to pay attention to the rope burns on your wrists. He’d ask the nurses to pay careful attention there. You still had scars underneath from the last time.
Bucky took an extra moment as he closed the door behind you, standing straight and taking in a breath of fresh air. The chill of the cold, starless night around him was almost a comfort as he tried to center himself. There would be time for the guilt complex nagging at the back of his head later. But right now, you needed him. He could be strong for you.
When Bucky slid into the driver’s seat, you set your hand on his right forearm almost immediately. He drove with a single hand on the wheel, his right resting against the clutch. The contact was warm and welcomed and it helped to drive out his own monsters as your thumb brushed along his skin.
“We’re okay, aren’t we?” you asked quietly as the remains of the mansion drifted out of focus in the rearview.
“That’s a loaded question, sweetheart,” Bucky replied. He shifted his arm to let your hand slide down into his. His fingers curled around your own and he brought your hand to his lips. He kissed each knuckle one by one as he kept his eyes on the road. “If by ‘okay’, you’re asking if I’m still here with you, if I still love you as much as I did this morning, or a year ago, or the day I met you? Then yes, honey, we’re okay.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “But if... if you’re asking because I didn’t believe you when you said Rumlow was alive, because I wrote off your fears as nightmares and let this happen to you and—”
“We’re okay,” you told him sternly, tugging your intertwined hands to your own lips. You pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. “This isn’t your fault, Bucky. We had every reason to believe he was dead. This shouldn’t have happened. But it’s not because of something you did wrong. This is on Brock. Only him.”
Bucky nodded. He felt for the slight squeeze of your hand against his; that beautiful, little reminder that you were there with him no matter where his head wandered.
“He’s certainly dead now,” Bucky exhaled. He smiled, catching your eye. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
You laughed and still he was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. “I don’t know if incredible is the right word. Vengeful, maybe. Pissed off. Scorned.”
“Strong. Fearless. Determined,” Bucky countered sincerely. “I know what it took for you to do that. I’m... I’m just really proud of you. You fought with the devil and survived.”
You sat back in your seat, staring at the trees as they passed by with a content look on your face. Relaxed for the first time in months.
“I wouldn’t give Brock that kind of credit,” you shrugged. “He was just a man. He doesn’t get to be anything more. He doesn’t have that kind of power over me. Not anymore.”
Bucky clenched his jaw in an effort to hold in the light beaming from his chest. He stole a quick glance at you, watching as you sought out the stars through clouds. His brave, wonderful girl. He wasn’t sure ‘proud’ was even strong enough anymore.
“You know Sam will hold this over you for at least a decade, right?” you laughed, shooting Bucky a teasing smirk despite the dirt on your face and the leaves still caught in your hair. You’d been through hell and you were still smiling.
“Trust me, I know,” Bucky groaned with a short shake of his head. He couldn’t help but return your smile. “I’ll give him three years and then he’s capped.”
“Three? How generous of you.”
“He’ll survive with almost no serious damage and a new battle scar to show off,” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Three is pushing it.”
When he caught your eye again, his cheeks were hurting from how wide he was smiling. There were near tears in your eyes from laughter. He wasn’t sure what god to thank for you, for bringing you back home to him in one piece, for letting you smile and laugh and hold joy in your heart after all that had happened to you. But he would thank them all.
***
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