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space-mouse · 2 years
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i love unhinged women but i also love women who try so fucking hard to be hinged. clinging to those hinges by her fingernails.
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Me:
I want to read, I want to write, I want to send asks to my mutuals.
Also me:
I also don’t want to do any of this, so you can understand the stress that I’m under.
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w1redsmile · 1 year
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to all of my mutuals watching this rn :
you're welcome :)
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jobean12-blog · 2 years
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Bucky Fic- Bucky is always having nightmares and panic attacks during the night, he would always go to steve or natasha for help but one night when steve and nat are on a mission, Bucky starts rambling around the command trying to calm himself down he stumbles across the reader in the living room, watching tv, you start helping bucky with his nightmares and he slowly starts coming to you more than steve. and one night he comes out to the reader to tell her that he had a dream, the reader is really excited and happy for bucky until he tell her that it was a sex dream and that he was falling for her and then it gets steamy
you can take it from there lol (obvs smutty) lol
have a great day❤️
Dream Fall
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,625
Summary: Bucky has nightmares pretty regularly and it's hard to sleep so when he finds out that you sometimes have trouble sleeping too it works out in everyone's favor.
Author's Note: Thank you bunches love for this sweet and sexy request! 💕I love the idea of Bucky spending time with the reader and it helping him relax and of course he has to act on his dream...hope you enjoy! Have a lovely night! HUGS! This is also for my lovely friend Suz @musingsinmoonlight and her Any Way You Want It Writing Challenge in celebration of 1k followers! 💕Congratulations my sweet, so deserved and a million more! Love you! My prompt was: "The door's always open, you know that." Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my love @firefly-graphics thank you sweets!🥰
Warnings: a tiny tinge of angst, lots of fun and fluff, teasing, flirting, tension and smut; fingering (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
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“Can’t sleep either?”
You scream and throw your cookie straight at the assailants head before diving onto the floor. Your ass is in the air and your face is buried in the pillow that fell with you. A light poke to your butt cheek makes you scream again, this time most of the sound muffled by the pillow.
“This is a really good cookie.”
“Wha…” you say as you slowly lift your head and peek through your fingers. “Bucky?”
“Hey doll,” he murmurs sheepishly. “Sorry if I scared ya.”
“You caught that?” you ask, your shock evident.
“Yea,” Bucky scoffs. “Easily.”
“Of course,” you deadpan with a roll of your eyes before they widen with disbelief.
“Did you eat my cookie?”
He quickly wipes at his mouth and sticks his hands in the pockets of his sweats.
“Um. Maybe?”
“You ate my cookie!” you screech. “First you scare the living daylights out of me then you EAT MY COOKIE!”
He dips his head and mumbles a quiet, “sorry.”
You exhale and fall back onto the couch, looking up at his tired eyes and slumped shoulders. You immediately feel bad.
“It’s ok, don’t worry Buck,” you tell him, patting the spot next to you. “So why are you up?” you ask.
“These nightmares keep waking me up and I can’t fall back to sleep after.”
His confession makes you soften even more and you lay a gentle hand over his.
“I’m sorry. And I didn’t mean to yell. You can have as many cookies as you want.”
“You have more?” he asks with a hopeful smile.
You nod with a grin and jog back to the kitchen to grab the plate.
“Want a drink?” you ask.
“Got milk?”
“Yep!” you answer, popping the p.
You return with a stacked plate of cookies and a large glass of milk.
“Thanks doll,” he says before shoving a whole cookie into his mouth. “Pheese arr rlly gud.”
“What?” you giggle.
“These,” he starts again, swallowing. “Are really good.”
“Thanks, I made them.”
“Really?”
“Don’t act so surprised Barnes. I love to bake.”
He takes another cookie and dips this one in milk, humming happily when he bites the soft cookie.
“Well, you’re really good at it,” he mumbles through another mouthful.
You smile and lean forward, wiping some crumbs from his lip.
He clears his throat before his tongue darts out to lick the spot you just touched.
“So, why are you up?” he asks, feeling his cheeks heat.
“Some nights I just can’t fall asleep you know. My brain is just like...” and you make these crazy and wild motions with your hands flying around your head. “So, I bake.”
“I understand that” he sighs.
“I was just going to watch some Chopped if you want to stay,” you tell him as you settle against the cushions.
He leans back, his shoulder bumping yours. “I’d love to doll.”
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The next morning you wake up with a long stretch and a deep exhale, feeling more rested that usual. You look around and realize you’re back in your bed.
After washing up and changing you walk into the common room and find Bucky hunched over his coffee cup.
“Hey,” you say softly.
His face brightens the moment he looks up and sees you. “Heya doll. How did ya sleep?”
“I actually feel like I got a decent amount,” you smile. “But I don’t remember how I got back to my room and in bed.”
He audibly swallows and gives you a boyish smirk. “Well, uh, you sorta fell asleep while we were watching the show and I didn’t want to leave you on the couch so…”
“Thank you Bucky. I appreciate it,” you whisper and kiss the corner of his mouth.
His eyes are soft and his lashes flutter against his cheeks when you pull away.
“Anytime doll. And I wanna thank you for hanging out with me and sharing your cookies last night. Really helped me relax.”
“Happy to and if I’m not out here just come find me, I’m usually up.”
He starts to shake his head. “Nah, I can’t be bothering you all the time doll.”
“Bucky,” you chide and curl your fingers around his, “you’re not bothering me. The door’s always open, you know that.”
With a small nod he squeezes your hand and says a quiet, “thanks.”
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The next few nights pass in the same fashion. You’re up watching tv after baking and he shows up to stay with you. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you don’t but always your bodies are pressed together on the couch as you sit, shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee.
However, the next night goes a bit different when he wakes up earlier than usual and finds you getting ready to bake.
He walks into the kitchen looking disheveled and tired with his hair mussed and his shirt clinging to slightly sweaty skin.
“Hey,” you say quietly as you put down your whisk and take a step closer.
His chin dips and his chocolate brown locks fall in front of his face. You lift a tentative hand and brush them away, inwardly sighing when you notice they are still wet with sweat. Your thumb swipes across his jaw and you lift his eyes to yours.
“I’m making a new recipe. Want to help?”
“Yea doll. That would be great.”
The relief in his yes puts you at ease and you take his hand, leading him to the counter. You don’t ask him any questions, hoping if he wants to talk he knows you’re ready to listen. You’re just hoping to keep his mind occupied on something else.
“Ok, first…you need an apron!”
You shuffle through the aprons Tony has stashed in the bottom drawer and pull out one that says: ‘I have no idea what I’m doing.’
“Here you go,” you say, holding it out for him.
He takes it and starts to lift it over his head but you stop him.
“Wait Buck. You’re a little…just…come here.”
He steps closer to you and you gently smooth out his tee shirt and straighten the fabric over his shoulders then brush the stray strands of hair from his face.
His eyes follow your every move and you love the way his body feels under your fingertips. You pull your hair tie off your wrist and move behind him.
“Um, can you bend down a little. I can’t reach,” you giggle.
He does as you ask and you comb your fingers through his hair before securing it in a low bun at the base of his neck. Taking the apron from his hands you put it over his head and tie the back of it in a bow.
“There we go! Now you’re ready to bake!”
When he reads the front of the apron he lets out a real laugh, his nose scrunched up and his eyes crinkled.
“It’s fitting,” he says with a smile and a shrug.
“You look so cute,” you hum but turn away before you see his cheeks turn pink.
He quickly tries to recover and focus on your instructions. Within no time you have the butter and sugar creamed and you’re working on the dry ingredients for your new brownie recipe.
“These already look so good,” he says as he whisks the dry ingredients together.
“I know I can’t wait to taste them!” you agree.
He gets a little too enthusiastic while whisking and proceeds to send a cloud of flour out of the bowl and onto his apron. You point and laugh but it quickly dies away when he takes some flour from the bag and chucks it at your face.
“BUCKY!” you screech!
You try to reach over him to get your own handful but he easily stops you, pinning your wrists together.
“I don’t think so doll face.”
You huff and stomp your foot. “Fine. But you better watch your back Barnes!”
He pulls you into his chest and leans down close to your ear. “Is that a threat doll?”
“Maybe,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Ok then. Two can play at this game,” he answers before releasing you.
You both manage to behave until the brownies are in the oven and it’s time for cleanup. You can’t help but sneak a look at him as he washes the dishes, his shoulders much less tense than before and his eyes bright.
He feels your gaze and looks up to catch you staring.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” you reply and go back to wiping the countertop.
Without warning a spray of cold water hits you in the side, soaking your shirt and making you scream. You drop the cloth and pin him with a murder glare. You pick up the clean whisk and run at him but he easily grabs you around the waist and spins you so your back is to his chest and your arms are crossed in front of you.
“Never gonna happen doll,” he teases.
“UGH! This is so unfair!” you whine.
He laughs and dances his fingers down your sides, his glee plentiful when he realizes how ticklish you are.
“Oh, this is too easy,” he cheers over the sound of your hysterical laughter.
When you get to the point where you can barely breathe or stand he finally stops but still holds you in his arms.
“You ok doll face?” he asks, leaning his head on your shoulder.
You try to elbow him but to no avail and he just laughs more.
“I’m FINE!” you huff. “But I shouldn’t share any brownies with you!”
“AW! You have to! I helped ya make ‘em!” he exclaims.
He loosens his grip and you spin in his arms, holding up the whisk.
“You still have that?” he laughs.
“Yea, I was hoping to bop you at least once,” you explain as you try to hit him with it.
He closes his metal fingers around your wrist, effectively stopping any chance you have. With a quick tug he pulls you closer, his face only inches from yours.
“Looks like I win,” he simpers.
You tremble in his arms, your mouth opening with a retort but when his eyes drop to your lips you run your tongue along the outline instead and he dips his head.
“Bucky…” you breathe out.
The timer for the brownies goes off and you jump.
“Shit,” he mutters, reluctantly letting go of you.
You take the brownies out and frantically fan them with the oven mitt, rambling on about how they should be cool enough to try in a few minutes.
“Want some milk?” Bucky asks when he walks to the fridge.
Once the brownies are cool and you each have one and a glass of milk you count to three and take a bite. Your simultaneous moans have you both laughing through the delicious mouthful.
“Wow,” Bucky finally says, his eyes still closed as he savors the bite.
“You said it,” you hum, licking the crumbs from your lips.
He opens his eyes in time to catch the action and his gaze stays locked on your mouth.
“You’ve got a little something…” he says softly, as he leans in, brushing his thumb across your lips.
Before you can consider your reaction you pull his thumb between your lips and lick it clean. He sucks in a breath and his eyes darken.
“Doll…” he murmurs, dropping his hand to your cheek.
“WHY THE HELL DOES IT SMELL LIKE BROWNIES AT 2am?”
Sam’s loud voice slices through the moment and you and Bucky quickly move away from each other. Sam looks between the two of you, his eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. He slides over to the kitchen island and slips his hand into the plate of brownies, grabbing two before backing up with an ever-growing grin. Without a word he disappears down the hallway.
“Fucking Wilson,” Bucky mutters.
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The next night it’s Bucky you find in the kitchen baking. You shuffle in, your old, oversized tee shirt hanging off your shoulder and your pink lace panties visible through the thin fabric.
The moment you round the corner his eyes are on you, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin.
“Hey,” he swallows.
“Hi Buck,” you answer softly, wringing your shirt between your hands. “Are you baking without me?”
“You really are a dream come true,” he whispers.
Your eyebrows draw together and you tilt your head.
“What?” you ask, taking a step closer to him.
“My dream…” he murmurs. “You were in my dream.”
“Was it a good dream?” you ask, excitedly.
“It was the best dream I’ve ever had,” he answers, putting down the spatula.
“That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you!” you sing.
He turns toward you and moves into your space, crowding your against the counter.
“Thanks,” he says, lightly grazing his fingers down your arm.
You try to keep your body from responding but his touch sends a shiver down your spine.
“How come you’re awake then?” you ask through a shaky breath.
“Well, it was such a good dream that when I woke up I couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
He tilts his head and lightly skims his lips over your temple.
“Oh,” is all you manage to say.
“Don’t ya wanna know what it was about baby doll?”
He pulls back to look at you and you nod, trying to concentrate on the words falling from his lips rather than his hard body pressed to yours.
“Well, it all started kinda like this. We were up in the middle of the night and we were baking something. I don’t even remember what it was.”
“Uh huh,” you say, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.
“But you weren’t wearing this,” he smirks, rubbing your thin tee shirt between his fingertips. “You were wearing my Henley and…”
His hand dips lower and he lifts the hem of your shirt, stopping long enough to make sure there is no apprehension in your eyes.
“Bucky please,” you whimper, giving him all he needs.
With teasing movements, he lifts the shirt high enough to reveal your pink panties.
“You definitely weren’t wearing these,” he croons.
“What was I…”
“Nothing,” he interrupts as he hooks his finger into the lace at your hip.
“Then what happened?” you ask him, digging your fingers into his shoulders.
“Then…” he starts, dipping his head close enough to gently run his nose along your skin.
His lips press to yours and he coaxes the softest sounds from the back of your throat before deepening the kiss and swallowing your moans. Long and nimble fingers tease the edge of your panties before slipping lower.
With a hiss against your lips, he slides his fingers through the wetness between your legs, parting your folds and rubbing your clit in slow circles.
Your back arches and you press yourself into him, letting your legs fall open. His metal hand cradles the back of your neck and he angles your head back, exposing the delicate column and kissing along the length of it.
“And then?” you gasp, feeling the light press of his finger.
He hums against your skin as his lips move across your jaw and he sets his heated gaze on yours. He slowly pushes one finger inside you, letting his eyes close just long enough to savor the feel before he opens them again and pushes a second one in.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to show you everything I did.”
You clench around his fingers, rocking your hips onto his hand in a desperate plea for more.
“Oh fuck, baby doll, you feel better than anything I could ever dream of.”
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annathesillyfriend · 2 years
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I swear, everytime I am surprised with just how quick the month ended 🤯 Life's been really trying me lately and all these incredible writers and their amazing stories have been keeping me sane. I am so thankful for that! I hope you're gonna enjoy these fics just as much 😌
To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!
To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.
Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!
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🌊BUCKY BARNES🌊
my city, my partner by @real-jane
↳ one shot, this!!! i want this!!!
let go by @all1e23
↳ one shot, 18+, stunning work 🙌
incadescent glow (your touch brought forth) by @cupidsbarnes
↳ one shot, firefighter!bucky x single mum!reader, i have no words, it's just so wonderful 🥺
unexpected by @pellucid-constellations
↳ one shot, army vet!bucky x teacher!reader, AHHHHH loved this!
a touchable dream by @nexusnyx
↳ series, dad!bucky, my love for this story and Nyx is out of control. i feel so connected to these characters, it's almost like i know them in real life. this fic has brought so much joy to my life!!
hide and seek by @musingsinmoonlightnlight
↳ one-shot, 18+, bucky barnes can get it. and by it i mean gloating rights... among other things 👀
little punk by @/musingsinmoonlightlibrary
↳ one-shot, mob!bucky, Suz, you bloody legend you 😁
not even a little by @intrepidacious
↳ one-shot, roommate!au, what we like best - pining idiots in love
lost in the woods by @sweetdreamsbuck
↳ one-shot, beefy!lumberjack!bucky, you probably know that already bit bunny and lumby live in my heart rent free
common law by @/indyluckycharlie
↳ one-shot, agent!reader, when i make a mistake, i get yelled at and she ends up married to bucky barnes??? not fair
🌊STEVE ROGERS🌊
an olive branch by @real-jane
↳ one-shot, loving Kate's work comes to me as easy as breathing i swear
the best thing that's ever been mine by @velvetcloxds
↳ one-shot, stark!reader, 💙
let my heart bleed. by @xbuchananbarnes
↳ one-shot, 18+, steve rogers owns my body, mind and soul
in the name of the king by @anika-ann
↳ one-shot, knight!steve, get your tissues ready and jump in!
ice-cream by @anika-ann
↳ one-shot, 🍦🍦🍦👀
you by @bucky-murdock-moans
↳ one-shot, Vidra, you are literally gonna make me melt one day 🥺
'til the morning comes by @rodrikstark
↳ series, senator!steve, an "aranged" marriage, LOVED THIS!!
under my skin by @indyluckycharlie
↳ one-shot, steve grant rogers was born to be teased send tweet
🌊SAM WILSON🌊
where love blooms by @lovelyavengers
↳ one-shot, loved this one 🥰
breakfest in bed by @callingsergeantbarnes
↳ one-shot, this. this is what i want in life
🌊MATT MURDOCK🌊
silly & sweet by @/bucky-murdock-moans
↳ one-shot, this is so soft, reading this felt like hugging a fluffy cat 🥰
🌊PETER PARKER🌊
rainy day inn by @userholland
↳ one-shot, neighbour!reader, friends to lovers, this is just so nice 🥺
secrets over ice-cream by @spidernerdsblog
↳ one-shot, i love dad!peter so much 😫
pistolwhip by @silkscream
↳ series, 18+, university au, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, fake dating, unrequited love, delicious fic 👌
stolen moments by @waitimcomingtoo
↳ one-shot, start!reader, it's just great, loved this so much 💕
this fic by @darlingparker
↳ one-shot, very very cute shit!!
ground me by @thegirlintheswivelchair
↳ one-shot, if you need a little cry, Kena's got you 😅
the baby assignment by @vendettaparker
↳ one-shot, stark!reader, this is such a fun read 😁
be my girl by @peterbenjiparker
↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, M owns my heart, this is just so 🥰🥰🥰
hamatria by @peteprker
↳ series, dark!peter x stark!reader, now, this is what i like to call masterpiece. phenomenal work 👏👏
🌊JOAQUIN TORRES🌊
bloom by @fluffyprettykitty
↳ one-shot, joaquin and flowers are the best combo ever
🌊THOR ODINSON🌊
rumble. by @xbuchananbarnes
↳ one-shot, Dani back at it again with such a stunning piece 😌
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🌊TOM HOLLAND🌊
prince you've been gone by @heyhihellowhatsup0
↳ series, prince!tom, miss Nicole back at it again with one banger of a story, loved this!
lovefool by @totheblood
↳ one-shot, best friend's brother!tom, loved this one!
back to back by @venomsilk and @justapurrcat
↳ one-shot, childhood friends to lovers, S and Lia did such a wonderful job here, what a great story!
to be real by @softholand
↳ series, social media au, singer!reader, loved this so much!
🌊HARRY HOLLAND🌊
the bet by @farfromharry
↳ one-shot, haven't read a harry fic in a hot minute and i missed him, this was great!
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🌊ANDY BARBER🌊
wanna be yours(weetheart) by @shieldedreams
↳ one-shot, this is just so bloody adorable 🥰
🌊NATHAN DRAKE🌊
chocolate and cuddles by @justapurrcat
↳ one-shot, i need him to give me a hug. or five. or just one very very long hug. i'm not picky
this fic by @xoluvx
↳ one-shot, my birthday's in like 2 months so if anyone wants to get me a voucher for a make out sess with nathan, feel free to do so 😌
don't blame me by @lauras-collection
↳ one-shot, 18+, enemies to lovers, fun fact - when you look up 'talent' in the dictionary, you're gonna find a photo of Laura. like for real
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eddieandbird · 2 years
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Part 1 - The Return of Eddie Munson
Eddie & Bird | Part 2
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Dustin plopped himself on his bed, exhaling into a groan as he finally felt every one of his injuries he received during the past few weeks. He sucked his teeth as he rubbed his sprained ankle. Dustin rolled over to grab his walkie and placed it right next to him on his pillow.
“Suzie, do you copy?” he said unenthusiastically.
“Dusty! Oh, how I missed your voice” Suzie giggled. “How’s everyone holding up out there?”
“We’re all doing our best. It’s still depressing as shit, with the whole town falling apart… and Eddie…” Dustin’s voice trailed off as he thought about Eddie.
As much as he idolized and admired Eddie for his sacrifice, Dustin’s feelings were accompanied by anger and sadness. Why did Eddie choose to be so stupid in heroism? Why didn’t he just stick to the plan and protect himself from Vecna’s minions? The thought of Dustin never seeing the mop-headed friend anymore killed a part of him. He felt tears building up in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry Dusty… it must be so hard being a big hero,” Suzie cooed
“Thanks, Suz” Dustin wanted to rant about so much more, but he knew that Suzie didn’t need to be roped even more into this chaos. “Listen, I’m actually kind of tired now, so talk to you later?”
“Okay, till next time Dusty Bun. Love you,” She chirped.
“Love you, Suzie,”
Dustin slammed down the antenna on his walkie and let out a sigh. He let his eyelids fall for a moment, on his way to being taken over by a deep nap. Right as he was about to fall, he was snapped out of it by a light knocking at his window. His eyes shot over to it, seeing a dirt-covered hand adorned with silver rings. Dustin sprung up and quickly stumbled over to open the window. He looked down to see a heavily injured Eddie Munson. 
“Hey Henderson,” Eddie panted. Dustin with eyes wide, grabbed him by the jacket and used the very last of his energy to pull him into his room
“What. The. Fuck… Eddie…” Dustin spat.
Dustin froze for a moment. He examined Eddie from head to toe and thought to himself that he looked awful. Eddie’s hair resembled a drowned rat rather than his usual bouncy curls. He had scratches and bite marks all over his face and neck. His abdomen was wrapped in the old sheets they had used to get through the gate in his trailer. All of his clothes were soaked in blood and his jacket had been torn through so badly, that it looked like one more loose thread would make it fall into pieces.
“It’s good to see you again,” Eddie smirked while catching his breath.
“W-what, h-how… I saw you-“
“I liiiived! I survived! Your favorite DM is back and better than ever,” Eddie chuckled before he fell back onto Dustin’s bed
Dustin stopped worrying for a moment and just smiled at him. He was beyond relieved and excited to have Eddie back. He felt so much pride for him that he was badass enough to fight on his own against the Demobats. But once that feeling subsided, he started to silently freak out once again.
“Eddie… What are we going to do? I literally just told your uncle, Wayne you died,” Dustin grabbed onto his hat in distress. “A-and what do I tell the others? They’re going to lose it!”
“I don’t know, Kid. I didn’t know I was going to make it this far,” Eddie spoke softly, avoiding eye contact. Even though he was relieved to finally be reunited with one of his dedicated Hellfire members, he knew better than to get comfortable. He was still a wanted man running from police and those basketball jock assholes. 
Dustin paused and then said “I need to go talk to Steve. Maybe he’ll know what to do,” he shuffled around to get his backpack and walkie. “You, stay here. Don’t leave and don’t make noise,” Eddie wanted to ask him more questions, but before he could speak, Dustin rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.
“Dusty? Everything okay?” Mrs. Henderson called from the kitchen
“Yeah Mom, I gotta go help with a volunteering thing, be back later!” Dustin yelled as he got through the door.
“Please be safe!” she called out after him.
Dustin grabbed his bike from the garage and sped off to Family Video.
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The front door chimed as Dustin stepped inside the VHS store. He was greeted by both Robin and Steve working at the checkout desk.
“Steve’s baby is here!” Robin exclaimed. “How ya holding up, bud?” Steve hopped over the desk and made his way over to Dustin.
“Hey, hey Henderson. Everything alright?” Steve was always happy to see Dustin, but after all the recent events, he had an odd feeling that there was something off. Robin stayed behind the desk organizing paperwork. Keeping her eyes on the desk, Robin said.
“It’s kinda nice for you to pay us a visit, the store’s been dead all day because duh who wants to rent movies while the world’s falling apart-”
“Eddie’s alive.” Dustin interrupted Robin.
The three stood in silence for a moment. Their minds raced about how this was even possible. Dustin was in tears when he told them about how Eddie ran back to fight Vecna’s bats all by himself. He sadly confessed to Steve that he felt deep guilt for not even trying to carry Eddie’s body through the gate.
“Wait hold on, how? I mean how did he even get back from the Upside Down?” Steve put his hands on his hips, giving Dustin a skeptical look.
“I have no idea, I ran down here as soon as I found him… well it was more like he found me, but whatever! Point is, we need a plan on how to help him. He might need medical attention and more importantly, he needs a place to hide,” Dustin spat in a panic.
“Where is he right now?” Steve asked.
“He’s laying low in my room, but I know he can’t stay there. Mom will find him eventually,” Dustin’s eyes bounced back and forth from Steve to Robin. Steve scratched the back of his head nervously. Suddenly Robin’s eyes lit up.
“I know somewhere we can hide him!” Robin chimed.
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justreadingfics · 2 years
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Stay
Summary: The lights are dim, but he can see how ridiculously luxurious the room is as his eyes roam around quickly, not detaining his look on anything in particular. He doesn’t care about any of that, and he knows she doesn’t either, even though she’s the one who’s always in charge of choosing the place. Sometimes they end up in fancy hotel rooms like that. Other times it’s a shitty one-room in the worst parts of the city. He never questions why she chooses the places she chooses, and frankly, he doesn’t care. All he cares about is where and when.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, light sub!bucky, Sharon as the Powerbroker even though I hate that, feelings, a little bit of fluff if you squint.
A/N: Here I am, a thousand years later and probably not writing what most of my followers might be expecting me to write (if there’s still anyone out there expecting me to write anything, ahah). I’ve been obsessing over these two for a while and, of course, there aren’t many fics with this ship, so I decided to take a shot. This is for the legendary @musingsinmoonlight​ Writing Challenge, which had the best rules, because there were no rules (but If there’s any I forgot feel free to yell at me, Suz). I’m so incredibly thankful for @newdaynewyearnewlife​ who so kindly helped me with this one, you’re just amazing. 
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Bucky swipes a hand over his face and turns his gaze outside the aircraft’s window. The dark and angry sky works in sync with the fog that has settled in his mind.
“Hey,” Sam calls and throws him a chocolate bar from the other side, “Why the long face? We missed him this time, but we’re close…”
Him… Ripping the candy’s package with his teeth, Bucky holds back the will to scoff at the assumption. They had gotten a lead that the Power Broker had been operating in the States for a while now, mostly messing with U.S. government operations. But when they got to the location, they found nothing there. It didn’t seem to be unoccupied for too long, though.
“Yeah… at least you got to keep the shield this time,” Bucky adds, nodding at said shield resting next to Sam. He chews his chocolate, ignoring the pointed look that Sam throws at him.
Putting down the backpack that holds the wings beside him, Torres chuckles at Bucky’s remark on that one time when they got close enough to the masked figure that they assumed to be the Power Broker, only for Sam to have his shield stolen.
The look on his face had made Bucky laugh for days. It had only been topped by the line of curses that flew out Cap’s mouth when they found the shield waiting for them as soon as they arrived at the new Avengers compound’s door. No footage of the delivery guy was ever found.  
“At least it has a tracker now,” Torres adds, tapping on a mildly annoyed Sam’s shoulder and taking a seat beside him, “It was long overdue.”
“Yeah… That lead seemed legit, though… I don’t understand what’s happening here. It’s the third time this month.”
“Do you think we’re being played, Cap?” Torres asks.
Bucky shifts on his seat, keeping his gaze away from Sam.
“I don't know… but, hey, at least for today, the mission is over. You two wanna hang out at the compound? Katy and Shang-Chi are in town. There'll be burgers and karaoke. Don’t look at me like that.” Sam throws the whole bag of chocolate at Bucky, making him dodge it. “Everyone knows you turn into the Karaoke’s Sorcerers Supreme as soon as you get that bottle Thor has left in the cellar for you. God knows what that is.” 
“Fine, fine.” Bucky laughs, “I’ll be there,” he answers at the same time he grabs his phone to check the notification that has just popped up. He clears his throat, quickly erasing the text. “Gotta drop by somewhere else first, though.”
“Hmmm,” Sam teases, nudging Torres, who just holds back a laugh. “He’s been like that lately; All sneaky and blushy. It’s that cute waitress at Izzy, isn’t it? What’s her name again?”
“Miss None of your goddamn business,” Bucky shoots back with a mouthful of chocolate.
“Alright, man,” Sam laughs, lifting his arms in a peace sign, “As long as it’s not my sister, we’re good.”
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 The elevator sends him straight to the presidential suite. He was already expected at the hotel. No questions were asked, and he was sent up right away, as usual, even though he’s never been there, in that specific hotel. It’s always a different place, after all.
But he’s always expected.
His heart races in anticipation as the ding of the opening doors rings. He takes in a deep breath before stepping into the suite. The doors close behind him. The lights are dim, but he can see how ridiculously luxurious the room is as his eyes roam around quickly, not detaining his look on anything in particular. He doesn’t care about any of that, and he knows she doesn’t either, even though she’s the one who’s always in charge of choosing the place. Sometimes they end up in fancy hotel rooms like that. Other times it’s a shitty one-room in the worst parts of the city. He never questions why she chooses the places she chooses, and frankly, he doesn’t care. All he cares about is where and when.
“You look like shit…” Her voice meets his senses before he sees her. He then spots her silhouette by the bar across the room, which he bets is loaded with the Irish whiskey she likes so much. She’s pouring some in one glass and then another when he starts stepping towards her. “Tough mission?” She asks in a taunting tone. In a tone that is all her when she wants to tease, especially him.
A tone that is all Sharon Carter.
He continues stepping closer, taking a better look at Sharon through the shades of the low lights.
His breath catches in his throat.
As she sips from her glass, she offers the other in her hand to him. She looks like a vision wearing an unbuttoned white oversized shirt over her black lingerie.  Barefoot on the carpet, the blond waves over her shoulders with a smirk on her lips.
“Huh…” His eyes rise to hers. His voice comes out raspy, breathless almost, “Yeah, I guess you can say that… tough mission.”
“Aww… poor thing.” She pouts, tilting her head, “C’mere, let me give you a hug.” She then places the glasses in her hands on the bar and opens her arms, waving him in.
Bucky ignores the mock behind her words as well as her smirk and steps closer, letting her circle her arms around his neck while he places his hand on each side of her bare waist under her open shirt. His eyes only leave hers when they flutter close at the feeling of the brush of her fingers on his neck, travelling to his jaw, cheeks, nose and then mouth. 
His lips open at their own will, and then the feel of her fingers is replaced by the light brush of her mouth on his. Just hovering… barely there…teasing… she’s always teasing...
That’s why Bucky relishes the way she gasps in surprise when his hands travel to her ass. Breathing heavily, she leans in and her tongue darts out to lick his neck as he grabs and strokes her flesh, feeling her firm buttocks under his hands and the warmth of her mouth on his skin. The space between her neck and shoulder is exposed to him… her adorable freckles there, the ones he’s been silently counting when she has her back to him, sleeping after a night like the one they’re about to have. He can’t help but graze his teeth over her shoulder.
“Bucky…”
The whisper of his name makes him turn and swiftly grab her lips in a demanding kiss.  Keeping his flesh hand on her ass, he pulls her to him with his metal one on her waist. She yelps and chuckles through the kiss but moans when he does that thing with his tongue that drives her wild.
In moments like this, when he has her warm and soft skin on his, when the taste of her lips dominates his senses and when she sounds so pretty because he’s touching her just the way she likes, nothing else matters. Not his or her past, not what she had to do and become to survive in a world that has treated her as an enemy while she watched others who’s done worse becoming heroes. Not that he’s been lying to his best friend, or that she used to be his other best friend’s girl. The old bastard.
Nothing else matters.  
He knows who she is. Or at least what people call her without knowing who’s behind the name. The Powerbroker. He doesn’t have proof and doesn’t know her reasons nor the truth behind it all. It’s just a feeling in his gut and a twist in his chest. They don’t talk about it. Not anymore. The one time he tried to confront her, he ended up with his head between her legs. The first time. Their first time. They haven’t stopped since.
He allows his hand to leave her ass to explore all of her body, her familiar curves, tiny little hairs rising under his touch. He wonders if he’ll ever get tired of feeling her that way. He doesn’t know when they did that, but they’re now both kneeling on the fluffy carpet, never breaking the touches on one another.
She’s the one who breaks the kiss, just when he had started pushing her shirt away from her shoulder to remove it. Her eyelids are heavy, just like her breathing, and she smiles almost innocently, lying down on the carpet before him. She has her hands over her bare stomach and her knees up, legs opening for him, and Bucky is sure she’s the most ethereal thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
In a daze, he runs the tip of his fingers up her calf and then up her thigh, noticing the whimper slipping from her lips. Following the path of his finger with his eyes, he brushes her covered pussy and reaches for the hem of her black underwear.
“Huh huh.” Her foot presses against his chest, stopping him, and he looks down at her, “Gentlemen first… be the good boy I know you are,” she whispers, breathing deeply after releasing her lower lip from her teeth and pulling the fabric of his t-shirt with her toes to show him what she wants.
And Bucky has still to deny her anything, so, like the good boy she likes him to be, he stands up. He starts by removing his jacket, movements deliberately slow and stare trained on her enticing figure, laying down before him, legs wide open and hands dancing around her bare stomach, staring back at him with sheer desire. His pants are tight against him.
When he throws the jacket on the floor and pulls his t-shirt up, exposing his upper body, she sighs, and her hands dance a little further down her belly. His gaze follows when she dips it below her underwear, and he starts unfastening his belt and zipper. His mouth is dry as she lets out a moan. He can see the movements of her fingers under the black fabric, and he can’t help but lick the palm of his flesh hand and wrap it around himself while, using his one free hand, he awkwardly resumes removing his clothes, desperately needing some kind of touch to ease his aching. Entranced by her, he kneels again after stepping out of his trousers.
“Bucky,” Her fingers speed up while her eyelids are heavy.  “C’mere…” She sighs as she pulls her hand from underneath her panties.
His heart hammers against his chest in a mysterious way when she says his name like that. He removes his hand from his aching cock to support himself, hovering on top of her with both hands on the floor, caging her body between his arms. When she brings her fingers to his mouth, he gladly accepts the offer, sucking them clean, his eyes fluttering close at the heaven of her taste.
He moves his lips to her neck when she pulls her hand and brings it between the two of them. A moan slips from his mouth to her skin, and she wraps her soft fingers around his cock. Panting, he nuzzles his forehead on her shoulder as she starts stroking him, ever so slowly. A sweet torture.   
“Hmm… So damn hard for me. What a good… good boy,” she whispers against his ear and Bucky whimpers, concentrating all his efforts not to come right there and then in her hand at her words and touch. “So damn pretty and hard for me.” She continues her chant of praises while Bucky pants and thrusts his hips against her hand, darting out his tongue to lick her neck before looking down to see her delicate hand around his cock. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She removes her hand from him and pulls the fabric of her underwear, covering her core, to the side.
Not wasting another minute, Bucky reaches down and aligns himself to her entrance. She’s so wet…completely soaked. And in a swift and rushed move, he’s completely inside her.   They both gasp, and their open mouths barely touch. Her hand now tightly fisted in his hair. He loves that part. When they’re both getting reacquainted with the sensation of one another. Her silky walls clenching around him, getting used to his size. Her body molding to his, the water gathering in the corner of her glazed eyes, the little droplets of sweat threatening to run down her forehead, the deep movement of her chest. Fuck… He loves this part, and of their own will, his hips start moving slow and gentle thrusts, savoring the warm and wet sensation of her.
But she’s having none of that.
The grasp on his hair tightens, pulling a hiss out of him while a fire runs down his skin. She grabs a handful of his ass with her other hand. “Fuck me hard, Barnes, like only you can.” She demands through gritted teeth.  
And if that’s what she wants, that's what she gets.
She cries out a curse, wrapping her legs and arms around him as his thrusts become deep, rough and fast. Just the way she likes it. He pulls the front of her bra down and ravishes her breasts, grabbing, sucking, licking, pinching, and biting the soft and hot flesh. She shows her appreciation through the incoherent noises coming out of her mouth, and he doesn’t hold back. The thought of leaving his mark on her skin makes him twitch and become even harder inside her. He speeds up his pace making her body jerk on the floor. He loves that she tightens her hold on his body, seeking a way to hold herself up.  
With a particularly deep thrust and his teeth on her shoulder, her legs start trembling, and with a loud chant of fucks, she comes all around him. She always finishes fast when he fucks her like that, but Bucky never gets tired of how her body responds to the pleasure he provides her. He leans back to watch her while he keeps the thrust of his hips through her orgasm. Her walls gripping him, hair sticking to her forehead, limbs shaking, face flushed, and the corner of her lips lifting into a blissful smile.
He's so fucked.
Bucky leans down, wanting nothing more than to kiss her, but she’s not done with him. Smirking and pushing his chest, she nudges him with her hips. He follows her lead, allowing her to change position, so he lays with his back on the floor while she straddles his hips. His cock had slipped out of her from the movement, but she doesn’t waste time putting him inside her again and starts riding him.
Bucky’s hand goes to her hips, but stays still; she’s the one controlling the rhythm and taking his breath away. In this position, he gets a better look at her, still with her shirt around her shoulders and her bra gathered underneath her bouncing tits. Wanting to see as much of her as he can, he rips her panties and shoves the tiny piece of fabric away, making her giggle like an angel while doing unspeakable and devilish things with her hips on him.
She looks stunning, riding his cock with fervor, shutting her eyes as she rolls her hips, adjusting herself on him, “Such a great dick… feels so good,” she whispers, eyes squeezed shut, it looks like she’s talking more to herself than to him, but even so, his cock twitches and her chest swells with pride at her praise and her sight.
A tiny gasp from her tells him she’s found her favorite position, the one that allows him to reach that spot of hers, and he thrusts up harder and faster, matching the sway of her hips. All he wants is to give it to her. In these stolen moments between them, she can use his body, his whole self, in every way she wants and needs.
Digging her hands on his pecks, she leans down, rubbing herself on his pelvis, his stomach, wherever she can reach, frantically seeking another release. When he brings his metal fingers to her clit, longing to help her in her mission, she places her hand on top of his, using her fingers to guide his movements and pressure, moaning deeply, when they find the right pace together.  
If Bucky has learned anything in those times they spend together, it’s that Sharon Carter is not one to shy away from taking control of her own pleasure, and he’s more than happy to help her in that task in any way she needs him to. In all honesty, he’s never met anyone like her in bed, and he’s not sure if it has something to do with women’s attitude towards sex nowadays or if it’s something inherently hers. He wouldn’t know.
All he knows right now is that his body is on flames for her and she’s close. He feels it coming in the way her pace falters and how her pussy clenches fast against him. She guides his finger to flick her clit in a certain way, and that’s it. Her whole body trembles with her second orgasm, her lips take the form of a silent cry, and then that delicious smile of hers curls up.
Still rolling her hips against his, but in a much more languid way, she looks down at him while locks of her hair fall down her face. Her smile widens, and then she speeds up her pace again. Bucky could spend his life watching and feeling her like this, but she has had her way already. Twice.
Now she’s gonna give him his way.
With both hands on the sides of her waist, he forces her to slow down right before he sits up, curling his metal arm around her to keep the connection of their bodies. She doesn’t protest the change of positions, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting her knees.  He has her so close to him. He keeps the sway of his hips slow, feeling her around him while their panting mouths brush against each other until she closes the little distance between them and kisses him. Slowly, sweetly, savoring him, clouding his mind and filling up his chest with that now familiar feeling that pours inside him every time he’s with her.
The atmosphere in the room shifts from pure lust to something more. He has had her in many ways up till that time, and he loves every one of them, but there’s something about having her like this, so close, her whole body around his, that makes his heart clench in a painful and wonderful way. He hasn’t been guiding her hips anymore, she’s moving and rocking herself against him in the way he likes, slowly and softly. She parts from his lips to pepper sweet little kisses on his cheeks, eyes, nose, his whole face...
Breathless, speechless, lost in her, his hand goes to the back of her neck, and he guides their foreheads to rest together, eyes focused on each other. She moans, and he can feel her fluttering around his cock. 
“Bucky…” a low whisper comes out of her lips as her eyes shut. She wraps her feet behind his back, “Baby…”
That’s what does it for him. Her soft voice calling him baby in such a sweet manner for the first time with his cock buried deep inside her. His hips stutter and then freeze while the intense pleasure and warmth runs up his body, head to toe, and he holds her tight against him, spilling his climax inside her, a series of strangle moans coming out of him.
She doesn’t make any move to leave his embrace right away, and they stay there, holding each other, cheek to cheek, panting lungs and fervent skin. When their breaths ease down, Bucky moves to lie back on the floor, taking her with him.
After a few more minutes of laying on top of him, she props her hand on the floor for support and leans back, peeling herself off of him and dropping her body on the carpet beside him. He looks at her, and she looks at him. At her sight, completely spent and in a daze, but with a smile forming on her lips, Bucky’s heart seems it’s going to flee of his chest, and his smile mirrors hers. 
In silence, his gaze follows her when she then stands up, heading to the bathroom, coming back just for a second to throw him a warm and wet hand towel so he can clean himself up. He does that, and his eyes follow her back to the bathroom again until they flutter close. At some point, he’ll have to do something about these feelings creating turmoil inside him… for her… just for her. But for now, he allows his mind and whole body to relax, savoring the sensation of just having had her.
He doesn’t know how much time passes until his eyes open again. She’s back, laying beside him on the floor, refreshed and dressed in a gray nightshirt he’s already seen in her, the one written “Let’s taco about it” with an image of a taco instead of the word in the phrase. He holds back a smile and extends his arm so she can get cozy. That she does, wrapping her arm around his waist, resting her head on his chest and folding a leg on top of his.
Damn him for feeling so safe when she cuddles him like that. It’s not something she does all the time, and Bucky can’t help but feel there’s something different about her tonight. She’s not easy to figure out, not at all. But little by little, he’s been starting to get her. A little thought pops into his mind: the more he understands Sharon, the less he understands him…
Steve.
How could he have done what he did? How could he have left her like that? He knows there was something between them. She never says anything. She doesn’t even say his name out loud, at least not to him, Bucky. But he remembers Steve talking about her the times they saw each other in Wakanda. He knows that Steve and Sharon used to meet whenever they could while on the run. Steve talked about her with enthusiasm and a gleam in his eyes that he had never seen him talking about anyone before. She was important to Steven, he knew that much. That’s why he doesn’t understand why his friend never asked her to follow him after Vienna and why he did what he did when he put the stones back. He has to hold back from asking the few times he gets to see him, but he won’t talk about her with him. He wouldn’t dare.
He looks down at Sharon, snuggled into him, and his fingers navigate on their own to play with her hair, bringing out a satisfied sigh from her. Sometimes he wants her to open up to him, maybe they could find a way…
But something has broken inside her. He knows because he’s broken too. If only she would let him in the same way he craves and is ready to let her in…
“How’s Sam?” Her sweet voice takes him out of his reverie.
He scoffs, “You didn’t have to do that with his shield that time, you know that, right?” It slips out of his lips before his mind gets a chance to stop him. He doesn’t stop playing with her hair but holds his breath.
To his absolute surprise, she giggles, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her tone is playful.  
Bucky lets out his breath. Yes, there’s definitely something different about her tonight. Something that brings a touch of bravery inside him, just enough for him to keep going further, testing the waters.
“Sharon…” he whispers, while his fingers slide from her hair to caress her arm, the one she’s keeping wrapped around him.
“Hmm…”
He takes in a breath, “One of these days, we… or someone else… will end up catching you.”
He feels it. The way her body tenses up… and he holds her tight, his thumb drawing circles on her forearm. It seems to do the trick as she relaxes against him again.
Silence settles in the hotel room, and Bucky has already given up getting a comeback from her, when barely a whisper comes out of her lips. “One of these days, I might just let you.”
His chest tightens. He had no idea what to expect from his attempt to make her talk about that. It’s the first time she’s come close to acknowledging it, and as much as he’s afraid of what may come next, he doesn’t wanna screw up that opportunity.  
“Talk to me…”
He feels the shift in her demeanor right away, as her body stiffens again and her breathing halts for a second.
She swiftly slips away from his arms and sits up, her back to him as she speaks, “You should go.”
He immediately sits up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Sharon, come on… it’s not too late. We can still-”
“You should go.” Her tone is harder as she flinches away from his touch, unaware of the pain she inflicts on his chest. “Sam’s waiting for you with hamburgers and karaoke at the compound.”
He sighs, letting his head fall. Of course, she knows about that.
“Sharon…”
“Just fucking go, Barnes.” She looks back at him, a harsh look on her face. One that he has never seen directed at him before. Not even when they first saw each other again in Madripoor after so long. 
He takes one last glance at her back before standing up and gathering his clothes from the floor to go change in the bathroom. He knows this battle is lost.
When he comes back to the room, fully dressed, she’s gotten up from the floor and is now laying on the California king-size bed. A blanket covering her body. Her back still to him.
He walks to the side of the bed and stands there for a moment facing her back, waiting for something, anything, some kind of sign, maybe….
She doesn’t turn or talk to him. He lets out a sigh, “Ok, then. Bye, Sharon,” he says, almost a whisper, before starting to walk towards the door.
“Bucky?”
He halts and turns immediately to the sound of her voice.
She’s sitting on the bed now, looking at him. The expression on her face just as vulnerable as the sound of her voice calling his name. Her eyes, red-rimmed. Bucky knows he’s the one at fault for making her feel that way, and he hates that. But also, it’s the most of her she has ever shown to him. Her truth. There’s a plea on her face, a question that doesn’t reach her parted lips.
But she doesn’t have to say anything. Not to him.
In two long strides, he’s close to her again. He pulls out his shoes and climbs on the bed beside her.  As he does so, she lays back on the mattress again, putting her hand on top of his when he pulls her to him with an arm around her waist, molding her back to his chest. 
He holds her tight, nuzzling his nose in her hair before placing a kiss on the back of her neck, hoping that somehow that gives her an answer to her silent question, praying that she believes him.
Yes, he will stay.
No matter what.
The end. 
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Part 1 - The Return of Eddie Munson
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Dustin plopped himself on his bed, exhaling into a groan as he finally felt every one of his injuries he received during the past few weeks. He sucked his teeth as he rubbed his sprained ankle. Dustin rolled over to grab his walkie and placed it right next to him on his pillow.
“Suzie, do you copy?” he said unenthusiastically.
“Dusty! Oh, how I missed your voice” Suzie giggled. “How’s everyone holding up out there?”
“We’re all doing our best. It’s still depressing as shit, with the whole town falling apart… and Eddie…” Dustin’s voice trailed off as he thought about Eddie.
As much as he idolized and admired Eddie for his sacrifice, Dustin’s feelings were accompanied by anger and sadness. Why did Eddie choose to be so stupid in heroism? Why didn’t he just stick to the plan and protect himself from Vecna’s minions? The thought of Dustin never seeing the mop-headed friend anymore killed a part of him. He felt tears building up in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry Dusty… it must be so hard being a big hero,” Suzie cooed
“Thanks, Suz” Dustin wanted to rant about so much more, but he knew that Suzie didn’t need to be roped even more into this chaos. “Listen, I’m actually kind of tired now, so talk to you later?”
“Okay, till next time Dusty Bun. Love you,” She chirped.
“Love you, Suzie,”
Dustin slammed down the antenna on his walkie and let out a sigh. He let his eyelids fall for a moment, on his way to being taken over by a deep nap. Right as he was about to fall, he was snapped out of it by a light knocking at his window. His eyes shot over to it, seeing a dirt-covered hand adorned with silver rings. Dustin sprung up and quickly stumbled over to open the window. He looked down to see a heavily injured Eddie Munson. 
“Hey Henderson,” Eddie panted. Dustin with eyes wide, grabbed him by the jacket and used the very last of his energy to pull him into his room
“What. The. Fuck… Eddie…” Dustin spat.
Dustin froze for a moment. He examined Eddie from head to toe and thought to himself that he looked awful. Eddie’s hair resembled a drowned rat rather than his usual bouncy curls. He had scratches and bite marks all over his face and neck. His abdomen was wrapped in the old sheets they had used to get through the gate in his trailer. All of his clothes were soaked in blood and his jacket had been torn through so badly, that it looked like one more loose thread would make it fall into pieces.
“It’s good to see you again,” Eddie smirked while catching his breath.
“W-what, h-how… I saw you-“
“I liiiived! I survived! Your favorite DM is back and better than ever,” Eddie chuckled before he fell back onto Dustin’s bed
Dustin stopped worrying for a moment and just smiled at him. He was beyond relieved and excited to have Eddie back. He felt so much pride for him that he was badass enough to fight on his own against the Demobats. But once that feeling subsided, he started to silently freak out once again.
“Eddie… What are we going to do? I literally just told your uncle, Wayne you died,” Dustin grabbed onto his hat in distress. “A-and what do I tell the others? They’re going to lose it!”
“I don’t know, Kid. I didn’t know I was going to make it this far,” Eddie spoke softly, avoiding eye contact. Even though he was relieved to finally be reunited with one of his dedicated Hellfire members, he knew better than to get comfortable. He was still a wanted man running from police and those basketball jock assholes. 
Dustin paused and then said “I need to go talk to Steve. Maybe he’ll know what to do,” he shuffled around to get his backpack and walkie. “You, stay here. Don’t leave and don’t make noise,” Eddie wanted to ask him more questions, but before he could speak, Dustin rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.
“Dusty? Everything okay?” Mrs. Henderson called from the kitchen
“Yeah Mom, I gotta go help with a volunteering thing, be back later!” Dustin yelled as he got through the door.
“Please be safe!” she called out after him.
Dustin grabbed his bike from the garage and sped off to Family Video.
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The front door chimed as Dustin stepped inside the VHS store. He was greeted by both Robin and Steve working at the checkout desk.
“Steve’s baby is here!” Robin exclaimed. “How ya holding up, bud?” Steve hopped over the desk and made his way over to Dustin.
“Hey, hey Henderson. Everything alright?” Steve was always happy to see Dustin, but after all the recent events, he had an odd feeling that there was something off. Robin stayed behind the desk organizing paperwork. Keeping her eyes on the desk, Robin said.
“It’s kinda nice for you to pay us a visit, the store’s been dead all day because duh who wants to rent movies while the world’s falling apart-”
“Eddie’s alive.” Dustin interrupted Robin.
The three stood in silence for a moment. Their minds raced about how this was even possible. Dustin was in tears when he told them about how Eddie ran back to fight Vecna’s bats all by himself. He sadly confessed to Steve that he felt deep guilt for not even trying to carry Eddie’s body through the gate.
“Wait hold on, how? I mean how did he even get back from the Upside Down?” Steve put his hands on his hips, giving Dustin a skeptical look.
“I have no idea, I ran down here as soon as I found him… well it was more like he found me, but whatever! Point is, we need a plan on how to help him. He might need medical attention and more importantly, he needs a place to hide,” Dustin spat in a panic.
“Where is he right now?” Steve asked.
“He’s laying low in my room, but I know he can’t stay there. Mom will find him eventually,” Dustin’s eyes bounced back and forth from Steve to Robin. Steve scratched the back of his head nervously. Suddenly Robin’s eyes lit up.
“I know somewhere we can hide him!” Robin chimed.
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demons2003 · 1 year
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My Boys (Chapter 41)
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Steve drives back to the mall as fast as the car would take us. "Drive faster!" Robin yells at him. "I'm going as fast as I can!" Steve yells back at her. I reach over and place my hand over one of his. "We need to be smart about this. Don't do anything stupid," I snap at the two of them. "No need to get there and be a part of the problem," I tell them. Steve nods at me and I look at Robin to find her also nodding. "How the hell have you two done this twice already?" Robin asks us both. I laugh a little and say, "I have no clue." I feel the car start speeding up more and look over at Steve. He looks intently at the road with a small smirk. I smirk until I notice what's happening at the front of the mall. "Steve," I warn, watching as Nancy shoots at Billy's car coming towards Nancy and Jonathan's car which probably had the kids. "Why aren't they going!?" Robin yells at us. "I don't know!" Steve yells back and aims his car for Billy's. "Steve, Hurry," I tell him and grab onto the seat. I turn back to Robin and tell her, "Grab onto something." She looks confused at me but grabs onto her seat anyway.
I watch as Nancy ducks next to Jonathan's car and the next thing I know we've made impact with Billy's car. "Shit," I yell as we get thrown around a little bit. We spin in a circle and look forward panting a little. "That was so cool," I whisper to myself and laugh a little. I notice Nancy looking over at us and look over at Steve to find him looking at her as well. Maybe he isn't completely over her. "Are you both okay?" Steve asks us out of breath. I nod while Robin asks in reply, "Ask me tomorrow?" We hear screeching and look up to the mall. "Oh shit," Robin whispers as we all stand up while still in the car. Another car horn starts honking at us and screeches while stopping next to us. "Get in!" Nancy yells at us. I make sure Robin jumps out first and follow after her. The three of us squish into the boot of the car, Steve yelling, "Go, go, go," over and over before Jonathan speeds off.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I whisper over and over again, squeezing Steve's hand in mine. Steve brushes his thumb over the back of my hand and we watch as the monster chases after us. "Dusty-bun, you copy?" A female voice asks over the walkie. We all look over to it as Dustin says, "I copy, Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks." "Suzie," Robin, Steve and I say at the same time. "Okay, so, listen, do you know Planck's constant?" Dustin asks who we believe to be Suzie. "Do you know the Earth orbits the sun?" Suzie asks him back. "Okay, so I know it starts with two sixes and then a... W-what is it?" Dustin continues to ask. "Okay, let me just be clear on this. I haven't heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can... save the world?" Suzie asks Dustin. "Ooooo, he's in trouble," I whisper to Robin. She laughs with me as Dustin tells Suzie, "Suzie-poo, I promise, I will make it up to you as soon as possible." Dustin tries to compromise. "You can make it up to me now," Suzie tells him. "What?" Dustin asks. "I want to hear it," Suzie tells him. "Not right now," Dustin tells her.  "Yes, now, Dusty-bun," Suzie tells him. "Suzie-poo, this is urgent." Dustin tries to convince Suzie but she just snaps, "Yes, yes, you're saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea and he's about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie, signing off." "Wait, wait, wait! Okay. Okay. Okay." Dustin panics. "What the hell does he have to do?" Robin asks Steve and I. We both look at each other before we shrug. The next thing we know, Dustin is singing Never Ending Story with Suzie. Steve, Robin and I look at each other very confused while they sing.
"Planck's constant is 6.62607004," Suzie says after they finish singing. "You just saved the world," Dustin tells her, probably with his big dopy grin on. "Gosh, I miss you, Dusty-bun," Suzie says. "And I miss you more, Suzie-poo," Dustin tells her. "I miss you more, multiplied by all the stars in our galaxy," Suzie says. "No, I miss you..." Dustin starts but it cuts out. "God that was so gross," I whisper and collapse in Steve's arms. He laughs and brushes his hand through my hair. "Don't relax too much just yet. That thing is still chasing us." I tense and look out the back window. "Dam it, why'd you have to remind me," I whine to him. As the words leave my mouth the thing turns back around. "It's turning around!" Steve yells to Nancy and Jonathan. "What?" Nancy asks as she turns back to us. She glares a little at the way I am in Steve's arms while Steve yells, "It's turning around." "Maybe we wore it out," Lucas states. "I don't this so. Hold on," Jonathan says and turns the car around quickly and harshly. I get thrown across the boot and land on Robin causing her to let out a scream. I groan and get off of Robin. "Sorry Robs," I whisper to her and get back into Steve's lap. "Give us a better warning next time!" I yell at Jonathan. He laughs at me and shakes his head. "Sorry about the N/n. Maybe next time," He sarcastically tells me.
Jonathan continues to drive past the monster as fast as he could make the car go and we somehow make it back to the mall before it does. We all jump out of the car and run inside. "Ok, everyone go to the second floor and grab some fireworks. Here are a few lighters. When it gets in, fire away." Everyone nods at me, Nancy giving me a stink eye and we run to where I said we should go. We get to the fireworks store and notice that it's locked. "What do we do now Y/n?" Nancy asks, giving me so much attitude. I look around and remember the random bobby pins in my pocket. I run over to the lock, grab the bobby pins from my pocket and start to pick the lock. "Why do you know how to pick a lock?" Nancy questions me. I shrug and try to ignore the pain shooting through my heart. "Lots of forgotten keys," I whisper as the lock clicks. I smile and lift up the door. "Hurry," I snap and we all kick into action and grab lots of fireworks. Lucas and Will run to the right side while Jonathan and Nancy run to the other. Steve, Robin and I stay together and go on a different side from the other two groups. "Now we wait," Robin whispers. I nod to her and hold the lighter in my hand, ready to light the firework in my hand.
We watch as Billy carries El and lays her down on the ground. "It's close," I whisper to Steve and Robin, feeling panic that El in is danger and when are sitting and waiting for it to come. They nod slightly as the creature climbs in through the hole in the roof. Will and Lucas throw their fireworks at the thing and Nancy and Jonathan throw theirs after a few more seconds. I light our fireworks as soon as Lucas and Will through their ones. "Hey asshole! Over here!" Steve yells before chucking his lit firework at the thing. Robin and I throw our fireworks right after. We bend down and grab some more and we all continue to throw the fireworks at the creature. "This is so stupid!" Robin yells to us. I laugh and yell back, "Yes, it is! But it's working!" I yell back at her and throw another firework. I grab the last one and look up worried at Steve. He grabs onto the walkie and yells, "Dustin! We're out of time!" I throw the firework and look around in case there is more we missed. "There's no more!" I yell to Robin and Steve. They look over at me before we all look back at the creature. "What do we do?" Robin asks us. We walk over to the railing and I say, "There isn't anything to do but watch."
Everyone else has also stopped the fireworks and the creature is now able to focus on El and Billy. As it crawls towards them I notice Max and Mike come into sight from the back. Billy stands in front of El protectively and stares down at the creature. "Oh no," I whisper as the creature roars at him. An arm or something comes out of its mouth and Billy stops it from getting to El. "No!" I hear Billy yell, pushing back against the creature. He continues to push the monster away from El and yell. More arms come out of the creature and start to attach themselves onto Billy's body. He screams in pain from the impact but continues to push the creature away. More arms attach to his chest and the first one pulls away. "Omg," I yell and cover my mouth with my hands. Steve wraps an arm around my body and pushes me closer to him. Billy screams in pain when the arm from its mouth shoots out again and attaches itself to the centre of his chest, cutting off all of his screamings. "Billy!" I hear Max scream. "Oh no Max!" I panic and try to run down to her. Steve pulls me back and says, "Calm down. We can't help her yet. There's nothing we can do." I try to get out of Steve's arms but he's stronger. Robin comes into my view and whispers, "We'll help her. Just can't yet." I stop fighting and nod sadly, looking back down at the scene in front of me.
Billy's lying on the floor motionless, the creature starting to move towards El again. It pulls back from her and screeches, moving around the area franticly. It moves over to where we are, causing Steve to quickly pull me and Robina away from the railing. There's a loud thud and I try to get out of Steve's arms. We run over to the edge and look down to see the creature laying flat on the floor. Mike runs over to El and wraps her in his arms while Max walks slowly over to Billy. She leans over Billy and I notice Billy mouthing something but I can't hear from here. "I need to get down there," I whisper, watching as Max starts to shake Billy. Steve nods at me and we start to run down to Max, Billy, El and Mike.
"Max!" I yell as we round the corner. I look over to the girl to find her curled up in El's arms. I slide over to them both and wrap my arms around them both, blocking Max's view from Billy. "It's ok, it's ok," I whisper to them both, brushing both hands through each girl's hair. "He's gone," Max sobs. I look down sadly at her and whisper, "I know Sweety, it's ok, we'll get through this." The next thing I know someone is trying to pull me up. "No!" I scream and hold tighter to both girls. They tighten their grasp on me while the other person lets go. "Y/n, we need to get out of here," Steve whispers next to me. I look up at him and find people I don't know all around us, Billy's body already being taken out. I nod and turn back to the girls. "Come on, we need to get out of here," I whisper to them, brushing my hands through the hair again. They both nod and El and I keep our hold on Max while we get escorted out of the building.
I leave El and Max in an ambulance before I get pulled over to one next to Steve. "You ok there Y/n?" Steve questions from his spot. I laugh a little and say, "My head hurts a little but otherwise I'm good. You feeling ok?" He smiles over at me and nods. He flinches as the paramedic touches his head and I laugh at him before focusing back on the paramedic in front of me.
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timandlucy · 4 months
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(i'm not telling you on anon because i want you to know it's me) suz! i truly think that you're just such a cool person. i love talking to you about anything and you have such a warm presence. i'm so glad that the nancy drew fandom brought you into my life!
caitlyn! i feel the same way! I love yelling at you when you break my heart with your beautiful gifs and talking to you and having the same brain!
thank you so much for this, and I couldn't be happier either that I wandered into the fandom that finale night and met you!
anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me
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robotlearnstolove · 1 year
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2023-04-18
Pool Day
Suzanna took a deep breath and, with several tiny steps, brought her toes over the edge of the pool. She shivered as she looked into the pale blue depth ahead of her. She was already cold standing still in her bathing suit, damp from rinsing off in the shower but she knew from experience that the pool water was going to feel colder. At least, it would at first.
“Let’s go, Suz!” called Amara who was already treading water in the middle of the deep end. They had known one another for nearly their entire lives and Suzanna was always amazed at how naturally swimming came to her.
“I believe in you!” yelled Elvis. He was still technically in the shallow end but, from the way his head was teetering back and forth, she could tell he was only just managing to keep his head above the water. He wasn’t bad but, of the three of them, he was the worst swimmer.
Without taking any more time to think about it, Suzanna bent her knees, closed and swung back her arms. She launched herself forward. There was a delay—just a second and a half really—during which all she could feel was the air rushing past her. As she moved over the water, she took in a breath and held it. Then, seemingly all at once, she was completely under water. The chlorine stung the insides of her nostrils. The pool water felt just as cold to her as she had expected but, as always, her body quickly numbed to the feeling.
For a brief moment, she just let herself fall into the water. It wasn’t that deep and her feet quickly met the bottom. She felt the shape of the little blue tiles gently press into her soles and she bent her knees until her bottom also touched the floor.
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space-mouse · 1 year
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depending how much sodium, potassium, and/or calcium is available, you can get different feldspars! labradorite is my favorite.
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remember: stay OUT of the miscibility gap.
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there are NO FELDSPARS in the gap. you can't fit that much calcium and potassium in one feldspar. it's not done.
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𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐢𝐢𝐢)
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞-𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭! 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 @mlibbydp 𝐚𝐧𝐝 @buckets-and-trees 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭!
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨
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You’re strong as you walk back in from the chilly air of the forest, it’s as if you’re numb. The shock of seeing trees instead of skyscrapers knocked all emotion from you. You let Bucky take your wrist in a gentle grip, you follow him passively as he walks you back down the hallway, and don’t say a word as he opens the door and nudges you through it. Only when you actually look up and see the same opulent prison staring back at you does adrenaline and fear punch through you. 
You can’t stay here, you should’ve run when you had the chance.
The empty pan of soup is right there, you grab it on a wheeze, too many emotions choking you to make a real yell, and turn to hit Bucky as hard as you can before the door closes on you again. His reflexes are too good for you to hit him on the head, but it does make a satisfying crack against his right shoulder, sends him lurching forward and away from the door on a bellow of pain, and you bolt towards the slowly closing door, to the freedom you had, the freedom you gave up-
Bucky drags you away by your hair, and the door shuts, your yells and pleas fall on deaf ears as Bucky raises his belt and the leather smacks against your back. You’re still wearing his clothes, the pain is dulled by the layers, but you still fall forward, landing against the floor in a heap. The next blow is against the back of your thighs. You drag yourself up, only to be kicked back down by Bucky, his metal hand tearing the clothes from your body, and that’s when the real punishment begins, 
“You can’t leave me, Baby, I’ll kill you before I let you leave me, you got that?”
“Fuck you! Kill me then!”
You tell him that over and over. You tell him until your words taste like blood and red is all you see. You tell him that as he breaks his toys on your body, and as he fucks you viciously in every hole you have. He’s been forged in torture and agony, he knows how to wield it without doing you irreparable harm. You tell him you hate him even as you pass out from the pain.  
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You wake to the smell of bacon, your stomach groaning and heaving, but otherwise you are surprised to find you don’t feel so bad.
Your mind is hazy, you remember up to Bucky’s first strike clearly, like a hated movie that is seared into your memory banks, but everything after that is like water. You’re fairly certain that you should be close to death after what he did to you, the anger and hate that he had for you for daring to prove how monstrous he is was incredible. You had underestimated how close to insanity Bucky was, how reckless and dangerous your need for freedom was, and had paid such a terrible price for it…
“Are you hungry? I can hear your stomach from here, and it’s not even the enhanced senses.”
You spin in bed sharply, wincing at bone deep pain that still exists, and cower when you’re confronted with none other than Steve Rogers, calm and collected in a grey t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a ‘kiss the cook’ apron you had never seen before in your life. Another shard of hope you didn’t know you still had fractures and breaks inside you at his benign smile as he holds out the pan with its still sizzling contents.
He’s the Captain America, and he’s willingly holding you captive with Bucky.
You look around, trying to find something other than a sheet to put on, and shake your head, “N-no, I d-don’t- I feel-”
“The nausea will pass if you eat. You’ve been sleeping for nearly a week, you were basically in a coma.”
This doesn’t help the nausea that flares up - the implications of you being helpless and naked in front of another man who clearly didn’t care for you hits you violently, and you rush to the bathroom, dragging the sheet with you. There’s nothing in your stomach for you to throw up, but you heave and heave regardless. Your legs give out beneath you, the tile is cold, too cold, and you start shivering violently, tears stream down your face. It’s not fair, it’s not right, why wouldn’t they just let you go, where the fuck was Bucky-
You yelp when Steve strolls in and calmly picks you up like you weigh nothing, taking you to the shower and turning it on before dumping you back on the floor, sheet and all. You try and cling to the only barrier you have between you and your new captor, but he easily pulls it away, grabbing your chin in his hand and making you look at him, 
“I’m not your boyfriend, I am not here to make you feel like you have a choice in any of this. Stop acting like a brat or I’ll keep you tied up and shove a tube down your throat to keep you fed, okay?” He waits until you nod, and then steps back, tutting about his now sodden shirt, and removing it, “Be clean and out in five minutes. Good behaviour will result in clothing, bad behaviour will result in me filling this tub with ice cold water, and dumping you in it all tied up with only a straw to breathe through, you understand me?”
“Where’s Bucky?” You hope he’s dead, even as the thought makes your stomach roll. Steve appraises you, nods, and apparently decides it’s fine to answer you, 
“He’s on a mission. I’m going to take care of you until he comes back. By the way, the only reason you’re not a broken wreck is because of me. What do you say?”
What else can you say?
“Thank you… sir.”
“Good girl.”
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You think Steve is with you for about two weeks, but you can’t be sure. He’s colder and more distant than Bucky, and apparently he doesn’t care one bit about making you happy, though he also doesn’t seem to be particularly interested in you for sex either. The first thing Steve does is to turn off the simulator that makes it look like you’re in a penthouse ‘no need to keep up the pretence, is there, sweetheart?’, but he also keeps all the windows blacked out so you have no idea if it’s night or day. 
Steve keeps his word and gives you clothing after your first day with him, but when you wake up every morning you find yourself naked again. He makes you clean the cabin from top to bottom, and then gives you specific foods to learn to cook and prepare for him. He never lays a hand on you, he won’t even sleep in the bed with you, instead he takes the bed and puts a roll out mattress on the floor for you to sleep on, ‘I’m not sleeping with Bucks girl, take the floor, it’s good for your back, you’ve been spoiled with him I swear.”
You don’t lower your guard for a second around Steve, in his own way he was even more terrifying than Bucky. You occasionally catch Steve looking at you in a way that makes your skin crawl, but he mostly treats you like an object that needs maintenance, he makes sure you’re fed, hydrated, kept clean, and he inspects you every day to make sure your wounds have healed. Steve sets you exercise goals to do before and after your chores, and gives you books to read and music to listen to. If you hadn’t been so hyper aware of how much he scared you, you might’ve noticed a trend of what he was giving you. 
“How’re you enjoying the book, sweetheart?”
You look up from the story - involving a woman who fights for the right to have her best friends baby by surrogacy - and shrug,
“It’s… okay, I guess?” You’re hesitant at answering him, you didn’t know Steve the same way you knew Bucky. You didn’t know how he would react to your opinions, or which opinions you had that you should never even say aloud.
“Just okay?”
“W-well…”
“You can speak your mind, sweetheart. I’m not going to spank you just because you didn’t like fiction.” Steve chuckles, turning the page of his own boom, “I might spank you if you don’t dust the shelves properly again though.” You laugh awkwardly with him at what you assume is a joke - you’d dusted so thoroughly earlier under his strict supervision you wondered if dust might actually be afraid of Captain America now,
“I just… I don’t know if I could ever do that. She’s a braver person than me.”
“You don’t want kids?”
“I used to.” You say it in such a way that it’s final. You don’t want to talk about the dream you used to have of the loving family, and thankfully Steve seems to understand. Another nod from him, and you carry on reading your book about a woman who so desperately wanted to help her friends out that she commits murder to do it.
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When your period started suddenly at the end of the two weeks, the pain was crippling, but this was normal for you, and Steve suddenly became the nicest and most gentle man alive. He let you rest, he allowed you time to watch the TV and treated you like a pampered princess, something you thought a man like him would never do with his girlfriend, which you figured he had when every evening, without fail, he would pull out his phone, order you to stand in the opposite corner from the door, and leave you alone for several minutes to talk to her. He finally opened up a little bit when he’d just given you half a paracetamol for your cramps - he wouldn’t give you more no matter what.
“My best girl, she’s perfect. Been together just under a year, but we liked each other before that. I used to watch her at work, she was the smartest, most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I used to struggle to form a sentence around her, but she was always nice. Plus her ass in that catsuit she wears when she’s working? Wow.” Steve stared off in the middle distance for a moment, his voice low, “I would do anything to make her happy, do you understand?” Goosebumps rose on your arms as he turned to look at you, the sea blue colour of his eyes colder than the arctic, and you nod slowly, lips trembling as you smile at him, 
“Y-you and B-Bucky are good to u-us.” You take a mouthful of the salad Steve had you make for yourself whilst you cooked his steak, “Maybe I can meet her? When Bucky comes home?” You knew you wouldn’t be allowed to meet Steve’s girlfriend, but you wanted to enjoy the bubble whilst you could. Steve’s response shocked you, you dropped your fork, 
“Natasha will be here soon. She’s been dying to meet you.”
“She knows about me? How-?”
Steve slams his hand down on the table, making you jump, “Stop asking questions. In fact, come here.” He gets to his feet as you freeze in fear, a whimper of pain escapes you as he drags you from your seat, and he pulls your leggings and sweater off of you, leaving you in just your panties, “Clothes are for girls who do as they’re told. Go stand in the corner and don’t move until morning.”
You do as you’re told, trying not to let any tears escape as Steve deliberately turns the heating down just enough for you to shiver. He then takes his phone out, opens the door and leaves you alone. When he comes back, something has changed, Steve is more agitated than you’ve ever seen him. There’s tears running down his face, but a smile almost cracks his face in two. You shiver and shake in your corner, the tension in the air and around Steve as he rounds on a wall and starts punching it makes your heart pound in terror. You slowly sink to the floor as a wail of such anguish erupts from Steve it makes your heart crack in two. 
You think you know. You think you know what he’s going to say to you when he turns to you, eyes red and puffy, but that eerie smile still creases his face into something grotesquely handsome. 
You think you know, and you’re terrified.
“Bucky’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
The emotions in that single word leave you overwhelmed, anchorless, confused and elated. Steve seems brokenhearted, as you would expect him to be, his best friend is dead, the man he helped save from HYDRA, but Steve is still smiling… and he’s looking at you with a terrible look on his face. The conflicting feelings inside you war with each other, and you shrink back against the wall when Steve walks over to you, 
“He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead…”
It’s you repeating the words, but you don’t really notice, you can’t stop staring at Steve as he comes to a stop in front of you, as he reaches a hand out to caress your cheek.
“He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead…”
“Yes, sweetheart, he is.”
“How?”
Bucky was a force of nature. Terrifying and powerful, like a tsunami. Unstoppable, uncontrollable, and it destroys everything in its path. Bucky came into your life, swept you away from it, and vowed to never let you go. Bucky vowed to kill you before that would happen, and you believed him, he’d proven to you over and over again that he would stop at nothing to hold you to him, ironically, he was the most trustworthy person in the world in that sense.
Not like Steve. Not with how he was looking at you.
“He died saving my girl. Took a bullet for her, straight  in the heart, he didn’t feel a thing, I promise.”
Your fingers tremble when you lift them to grasp Steve’s fingers at your cheek… you gently lower them, Steve lifts them back up, you push him back down, and before you acknowledge what you want to do, you’ve pushed him away and bolt for the door, screaming in anguish when he catches up and drags you back against his chest, 
“You’ll kill me, he said he’d kill me, I don’t want to go where Bucky is, please just let me go!”
“I can’t let you go, you know that!” Steve hauled you away from the door, and back towards the mattress, and you really started thrashing against him then, 
“Please, please don’t-”
“That’s not what I want from you, sweetheart.” Steve grabbed at something on the bedside table and pulled your head to one side. You felt the sting in your neck, tears still falling even as you slowly lost consciousness, Steve’s last words echoing in your head, 
“Not yet, anyway.”
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You wake again to the sound of voices. It takes you a moment to figure it out. You hadn’t heard more than one voice at a time for over a year, the different words and cadences and tones blend together weirdly. You frown against the noise, rolling over in bed, about to tell Bucky to keep it down-
You sit bolt upright, and find yourself face to face with a beautiful redhead with piercing green eyes who stares at you, open mouthed. There’s something in her gaze, an emotion that you almost recognise but it’s gone before you can catch it. Natasha Romanoff stares at you, and then looks over at Steve, sitting calmly in his seat, what looks like a cup of coffee steaming next to him besides a folded up newspaper and wearing a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.
He is serene now that Natasha is here, and that makes you even more scared.
“So… you’re alive.” Natasha brings your attention back to her, and you shrink back against the sheets, cringing when you feel you’re naked again, “What did you use to knock her out with, Steve? She doesn’t look great.”
“Y/N has been recovering from what Buck did to her, and then she had her period, but I checked whilst she was out, it’s finished.” You feel the blood drain from your face when he says that, knowing he likely had to look at you and touch you to check to see if the bleeding had stopped, “It’s okay though, honey, Y/N is in good shape, she’s healthy, she just needs some food.”
“Well, guess we’d better feed her then.” That emotion crosses Natasha Romanoff’s face again, before a frown mars her beautiful features, “Where are her clothes, Steve?”
“Buck didn’t exactly-”
“Get her some. I’m not explaining our plan to a naked girl.”
You wince when Steve picks up the clothing he pulled off you the day before and throws it in your face. You level the tiniest glare at him, before attempting a smile at Natasha who is still staring at you with that inscrutable look on her face, 
“P-plan?” You don’t trust Natasha, she’s here and she isn’t killing Steve and bringing you to the police, so clearly she’s just as monstrous as everyone else, but there’s a part of you now that is just not capable of fighting anymore. Natasha ignores your question, instead pointing towards the bathroom,
“Get cleaned up, we’ll cook you some food, and then we’ll talk.”
“You’re not letting me go, are you?”
“How would I be able to do that, Y/N? I’d have to fight Steve, and I can’t do that right now, can I? I’ve seen him in action, I can’t take him without a massive distraction.” She smiles at you, and points again to the bathroom, “Go.”
You’re in a daze as you do as you’re told, again. As you shower, and dress, and walk out into the kitchen area. It’s like deja vu, except instead of Bucky sitting waiting for you, most likely shirtless, and probably hard, waiting to fuck you again after he had already done it as many times as he wanted, it was Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. Instead of you being naked and vulnerable, you’re afforded some dignity and some clothing, and instead of being pulled unwillingly into Bucky’s lap to sit on him and ‘keep him warm’ whilst he ate, a chair is kicked out for you, and a plate of food is given to you.
“Eat.” Orders Steve.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Please eat?” Natasha is gentler with you, handing you one of the rubber sporks you’re allowed to use, your food already cut up for you, “C’mon, Y/N, I’m not known for my cooking skills, this is kind of a big deal.”
You force a mouthful of food, and try not to roll your eyes when Natasha murmurs some praise. Steve is staring at you, it makes your skin crawl, and you force your attention to stay on Natasha. After swallowing down what you can, and forcing yourself to drink the orange juice they have poured for you, you ask them what they want with you, 
“Are you going to kill me?”
“I already told you we weren’t, sweetheart.” Steve scoffs in your peripheral vision, “Why would we waste you?”
“Waste-?”
The inscrutable look is on Natasha’s face again, it might’ve bothered you, but she always seemed to look like this in all the pictures and videos you’d ever seen of her. Whenever you had seen her in the tower her eyes never met anyone’s, her face blanker than a sheet of paper. Natasha Romanoff was a spy after all, she gave nothing away.
“Bucky never got you pregnant, Y/N, did you ever wonder why that was?”
“He raped me, kept me half starved and sleepless most days, I just assumed-”
“Hydra sterilised him, just like the Red Room sterilised me.” Natasha wouldn’t look at you as she said this, pulled her hand away from Steve when he reached out for her, “He couldn’t do that to you, even if he wanted to, which by the sounds of it, he didn’t care about anyway. Probably for the best, he wouldn’t have been a good father.”
You look between them, Natasha detached and cool, Steve smug and almost palpably excited, and a slow awareness spread through you, the food you’d forced into your stomach curdled instantly, your voice trembled, 
“What do you want from me?”
“You’re fertile, sweetheart. Natasha wants a baby, and I can give her one… with you.”
You turn to Steve, he stares at you for the longest moment…
“P-please, Steve, I don’t w-want to-”
Captain America lurches forward, crashing your plate of food to the floor as he grabs at you to stop you from bolting away. You know it’s pointless, it’s stupid, there’s no way out of this for you, Steve is a super soldier - and you have intimate experience with how strong they can be - and Natasha is a Black Widow, just as capable of killing you swiftly and painlessly if she wanted.
Maybe that’s what you wanted. To make them kill you.
“I’ve only just finished my period, you stupid blond!” Your shriek is muffled as Steve throws you face first onto the bed, his hands ripping at the leggings you were only just allowed to put back on, “I’m not going to get pregnant yet!”
“No harm in having some practice, is there? Please, sweetheart, you wanted this before, didn’t you? A happy family life? We can give you that.” 
You pause for the briefest of moments, the tone in his voice almost making you relent… but then Steve spanks you, hard enough you feel a bruise form immediately, and sobs tear from your throat, 
“C’mon, honey, just take a look at that cunt!” Steve kicks apart your legs, pulling at your ass until you can feel cool air at your lower lips. You grab up the covers in your fists, trying to pull yourself away, to close your legs, humiliation and shame washes over you in a tidal wave, almost enough to make you give up…
“Okay, Steve, let me watch you, see how you would put a baby in her…”
“No, pleeeaaase stop, please-” You’re begging, crying, to no avail, they don’t listen to you, Steve’s belt opens at your back, Natasha bends down next to you, her lips brush your earlobe, 
“Trust me.”
Your eyes meet her green ones for the smallest of seconds, right as you feel the tip of Steve’s cock nudge at your entrance-
The door crashes open, the looming figure of Bucky filling the space, and the most intense set of emotions fill you at the sight of him, it’s impossible to set them all apart. You whisper his name, see his ice blue eyes take in everything - Natasha holding you down, Steve’s fingers digging into your hips, tears running down your face - and your heart breaks at the anguish that comes from the one word you hear him say,
“Baby.”
“Bucky!”
“Fuck.”
The last is from Natasha, you don’t know what you were going to say next, because that’s when Steve starts frantically stuffing himself back in his pants, pushing you violently away from him so you get thrown against the headboard. You can hear Steve begging Bucky, trying to explain himself, Bucky is hazy as he stalks towards his friend in front of you, and that’s when Natasha fills your line of vision, 
“Five seconds, Y/N. Come with me, right now, and I can make you safe.”
You don’t trust her, she was going to let Steve rape you, put a baby in you, probably kill you when it was born.
There’s crashing, Bucky is fighting Steve, and your eyes get drawn to the deadly battle they’re fighting right in front of you, because of you, because Bucky is saving your life-
“Three seconds! Come with me, now!”
“I can’t, I can’t, he’ll find me, he’ll kill me, he loves me-”
“I will find you again, Y/N, okay? But if I stay, I’ll die, and then no one is coming for you.” This time you can read the Black Widow easily. She’s scared.
“Please come with me!”
You look at the Black Widow, scared and desperate and a liar. You look back at Captain America and The Winter Soldier, the former losing the fight to the latter after betraying everything he stood for. At Bucky who had kidnapped you and hurt you… and was fighting for you.
“No.”
Bucky and Steve crash through the fake windows, sunlight pours in, momentarily blinding you, and when you can see again, Natasha is gone.
Confusion and terror fill you. You’re alone. It’s silent.
Had Natasha been right? Should you have gone with her?
No… she was going to hurt you. She was lying to you. Just like Steve did. Like Bucky never had… not really. Not exactly.
It was too silent. The crashing and fighting was gone. You think you hear the sound of a motorbike speed away, and an image in your head, of a leather clad Natasha riding away on her own, it makes another fragile shard of hope splinter… and then it’s gone, just like her and her ‘freedom’. You’d never be free again, not whilst Bucky was alive, and he…
“Bucky?”
You whisper into the silence. Hope burning bright that he was dead, Steve dead next to him… 
“Baby?”
You head turned, and you burst into tears at the sight of a bloody and bruised Bucky climbing back through the broken window, he rushes over to you, tripping on the tangled sheets, before gathering you up in his arms, and you cling to him, you can’t let him go, you couldn’t explain how you’re feeling if you tried.
Bucky is the man that tricked you, kidnapped you, held you prisoner for over a year, and beat you so badly you almost died when you tried to escape.
Bucky has been your only constant for over a year, and he’d never hurt you unless you upset him. He loved you, he wanted to keep you safe…
“Oh, Baby, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, they put me in a cage, they tried to make me tell them where you were, and I didn’t Baby, but they almost killed me, it took me too long to get strong enough to escape, I’m so sorry-”
“S-Steve, h-he, he al-almost-”
“I know, Baby, it’s okay, I’m here, I won’t let anyone hurt you or take you away from me again.” He’s kissing you then, and you kiss him back, you pull at his clothes, needing him inside you, but he stops you, breathless, “We need to go, Baby. That cunt Natasha will have let them know where we are, we need to go right now or I’ll lose you again.”
“No…”
“Come on.”
The cabin burns once you leave, clinging to Bucky’s back as he speeds away on his own bike. You just get a look at blood splattered snow, at Steve Rogers body, his eyes facing heavenward, his torso facing the ground, and you close your eyes to the violent evidence of Bucky’s fury. He doesn’t tell you where you’re going, but he does stop after a few hours to bend you over a broken tree and fuck his fears out in you. It doesn’t hurt, in fact you beg for more. You know what’s out there now. Avengers who want to hurt you, use you, and kill you when they’re done. Bucky Barnes isn’t perfect, but he’s never lied to you… 
You hold onto him tightly as he heads further and further away. You don’t know where he’s going. You don’t need to.
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Natasha stares at the phone in her hand, the screen shaking in her palm.
Her plan had failed.
When you had gone missing, she had worked with the rest of Shield, but it looked fairly simple. You’d taken a leave of absence, and then you’d emailed your formal resignation three months after that, citing a new opportunity in a different state. Case closed.
Then Sam Wilson had gone missing. 
Then Natasha noticed that Bucky Barnes was gone more often than usual, and Steve would cover for him. Not unusual, but there was an edge to his excuses she didn’t like.
Their relationship had been real… her heart broke when she realised Steve was probably dead, and then it broke further when she realised she didn’t care.
A month ago Steve had let something slip, and that was all she needed. Steve had mentioned that Bucky had a girlfriend out of state, but he’d only mentioned it after Natasha had opened up about what the Red Room had done to her. To most this wouldn’t mean much, but she was not most people, and Steve was far too comfortable talking about his best friend's mysterious girlfriend who Steve had only met once almost a year before.
Natasha could play the role of Heartless Psychopath when it suited her, and soon Steve confided everything to her, which meant Natasha could confide her ‘desire’ for a baby, and the perfect way to get one from you. Steve loved it, but he was loyal, wouldn’t tell her where you were unless Bucky was dead.
One false mission, and Bucky was captured, and sent to the raft, and Natasha got those coordinates, and to you.
The plan failed though. You were too scared and confused and manipulated into believing you were safer with Bucky than you were with her. Natasha had waited too long, and now you were gone, Steve was dead, and Natasha had to tell Nick Fury what had happened.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I will find you though, I promise.”
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bitch-ass-aliens · 3 years
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ISOBEL DIGGING UP SOMETHING ON JONES IN AN EPISODE CALLING KILLING ME SOFTY WITH HIS SONG !
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Appreciation post for the comments under Billboard’s article about the LWYMMD music video crushing the 24 hour record...
which one of y’all is actually Suz?! 
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ghost-party · 2 years
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I’m- I know I already screamed at you about “into your open arms” but I finally gathered my brain cells to yell at you again??? Because??? Holy???
The way you reconcile the feelings of both men, zeke in particular, the details of his memories and the past and their effect on him now, the tension between erwin’s feelings in the past and in this life and choosing Levi….the detail, the tie moment and the banter, the way you spun the whole narrative, that tasteful smut OH MY GOD I CANNOT STOP SCREAMING
I reread it for probbaly the 30th time and still cannot make it through the whole fic without a break to throw my phone across the room or to suppress a scream by biting my fist?? I’m just???? In awe of your story telling skills and ability to make two completely opposite men fall in love with not only reader but eachother?? I’m so done I’m just wow.
I didn’t realize I was going to happy cry first thing in the morning, but WHOOPS, here we are. 😭
This fic started out as something self-indulgent that I thought would just be for me. Because of that, I think I feel closer to it than some of the other things I’ve written.
Hearing that you enjoyed it so much means a lot. And that you had those kinds of reactions, and have read it again and again… I’m really touched that something I wrote did that.
Thanks for taking the time to write this, Suz. ❤️
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