Eldest Sisters R The Most Oppressed

The Magic Feat

Request:  Bucky x reader please :) They’re friends but have feelings for each other. When they’re watching a film reader takes her bra off under her shirt & he’s amazed. She can’t believe he’s impressed given all the things he can do. Fluff to end please.

Word Count: 1,402

Contains: Fluff and a baffled Bucky. Cuteness all around.

A/N: Fluffy Bucky for you all! Hope you enjoy :) 

Bucky stepped into the living room, concern in his eyes. “Where’s everyone?” he asked you.

After muting the television, you swallowed the bite of cereal you had been chewing on before replying. “They’re on a mission.”

“And they couldn’t have told me about it?” Bucky’s voice was laced with annoyance.

You scoffed. “They don’t need to report everything to you, Barnes.”

“I know, but I’d like to know where they are,” he huffed out. “And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Bucky?”

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Broken Heart- A Peter Parker Imagine

Anonymous Requested: Can you write one where Peter comes to YN’s really hurt and she has to patch him up and make sure he’s safe and no in anymore pain, a few weeks after he tells her he’s Spider-Man and he tries to break up with her but she’s like, No im kinda in love with you, and maybe they end up sleeping together or something? (Doesn’t have to be sexual- preferably not lol)

Broken Heart

A rapid knock at your window awoke you from your slumber. You were so close with Peter that you could tell the difference between his knocks based off of his moods. His usual knock was very playful, but this rapid succession knock let you know that whatever it was was an absolute emergency. You looked over at your clock and it read 2:06 in the morning. What could Peter have done at 2 in the morning? You crawled out of bed and opened up the window, Peter falling in, quite literally. You gasped as you could see your carpet build up blood from Peter.

You rushed over to him, and rolled him over. He winced in pain as he held his arm which had a long cut running down it. “Peter, what happened?” you asked, as you ran to get towels. You applied pressure to the wound and looked up at him to see him looking in concentration. “I got in a really bad biking accident”. You knew that this was a lie because of how long it took for him to come up with that. You let it slide however because he was in enough pain as it was. You bandaged him up and hugged him tightly, thankful that he was ok. “I’m glad you are ok,” you whispered against his chest. “Yeah, me too,” his mind wandering to the truth.

The truth came a few weeks later. You had started to grow distant and Peter knew it was because you felt that he wasn’t being truthful. He knew it was time to come clean. He asked if he could come over to your house, which was unusual since he always just came over unannounced, which is what you liked about him. You knew that something was going to happen, you just didn’t know what. He came in through the window as always, but the look on his face told a different story from the usual face Peter had. “Peter, what’s wrong?” you asked, knowing that he was upset. He just told you to sit down on the bed next time. You sat next to him and slipped your arm through his, but he just slid out of your touch. “[Y/N], I need to be really honest with you,” was all he was able to say. He started to fidget with his hands, which was something he did when he was nervous.

After a few seconds of silence, Peter turned to face you. “There’s no lighter way to put it: I’m Spiderman. I was bit by a radioactive spider and I now try and protect the city. That’s why I came to your house the other week, I had been fighting someone and I got hurt. I’m so sorry”. You gave him a confused look. “Why are you sorry?” He stared in your eyes for a second, almost contemplating his next words when he said, “Because I’m breaking up with you”.

You shook your head and wiped away your tears. “No, you can’t break up with me”. He gave you an estranged look and asked “What do you mean?” You gave him a serious look and said “Because I’m in love with you”. You two had never said those words before, so it took Peter aback for a moment. “[Y/N], I love you too, but I’m doing what’s best for you”. You knew he meant no harm but his words brought rage in you. “You’re doing what’s best for me? If you were doing what’s best for me, you’d ask me. I love you and you love me, you don’t have to worry about keeping me safe. Staying together is what we should do. You can’t fight with a broken heart,” you held onto Peter as if your life depended on it. He held onto you back after a moment, knowing you were right. 

Thank you so much for being so supportive! I’m leaving Florida in a few days, so I’ll be much more active! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

-Lianne

I Can’t Find My Cat

Request: Prompt number 2 with Peter Parker CA:CW? Thank youuuuu! 😘

Prompt: “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s note: y/c/n means your cat’s name

Peter was woken up by a light tapping on his window.

“Peter, open up. I need your help.” Peter jumped out of bed when he heard how worried you sounded. He rushed to the window and opened it up.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” 

You climbed in and began to pace around Peter’s small room and said, “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat. Can you help me?”

“That’s what you risked waking up Aunt May for? She’d kill you if she found out you climbed up 6 stories to find me, and then she’d kill me for letting you.” This caused you to stop pacing around the tiny room and you looked Peter in the eyes.

You crossed your arms across your chest and said, “Are you going to help me or not?”

“Of course I will, just let me get changed and then we can leave” , Peter sighed and added, “through the front door.” You smiled and sat down on his bed and waited for him to get his clothes on.  When he was done the two of you headed out.

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His name is Aegon Targaryen.

TLOU2 and the Stages of Grief

To begin, here’s a quick crash course into the 5 Stages of Grief. 

There are five stages of grief; Denial & Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Although these are the identified stages, they are not experienced the same for everyone. People experience them occurring in different orders, experience each stage to different degrees, and in some cases people don’t experience all of the stages. Often times people in real life experience these stages without full completion due to how quickly the world moves and the responsibilities that society has put on an individual. Throughout the whole process, our own feelings and thoughts of mortality is brought up. But there is a common thread in each of the stages and that is Hope. While you may have lost someone you are still alive and there is hope that you will continue to live, or in some cases just survive.

Now that we’ve covered some basics to the 5 Stages of Grief, let’s really get into it in regards to The Last of Us Part II. There will be spoilers ahead.

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Love Bites

Summary: Secrets always come out and you get caught with some very visible evidence of yours Warnings: heated kissing, literally all the language

The quinjet landed roughly and jostled you from sleep. You’d been on the jet seventeen hours, and asleep for the majority of them. It had always been hard for you to sleep during missions, and you relished the peace that came as soon as you stepped onto the jet after each one. You would often sleep through entire flights home.

You stumbled off the jet in a daze, looking around in the hopes of finding someone waiting for you. Your mission had taken away from the tower almost two weeks and you had missed your make-shift family more than you’d ever admit. The hanger was empty and you dropped your bag on the ground with a sigh. “Welcome home, Miss (Y/l/n),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” you said with a weak smile, surprisingly comforted by the AI’s electronic voice. You started down the hall to your room, eyes half open, when arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the dark. Your body tensed before you recognized his cologne and relaxed into his chest. “Really, Steve?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “A closet? Are we fifteen?”

“Maybe I just couldn’t wait,” he answered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “I missed you.”

His arms dropped and you turned to face him, although you couldn’t see him. “I missed you too.” Steve’s hands found your waist in the dark and he backed you against the wall, his knee sliding up between your legs to hoist you off the ground. A small noise of pleasure fell involuntarily from your lips and his hands ran up your thighs. His fingers teased beneath the hem of your shirt and your body felt like fire. “Are you going to kiss me or not, Rogers?” you asked breathlessly.

“Impatient, doll?” he asked with a laugh, dragging his lips across your jaw and down your neck. A strangled breath escaped your lungs and he growled against your skin. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging on it gently, and he moaned. Another step brought him flush against you. He pressed his lips roughly to yours, biting your lip.

You groaned again and ran your hands beneath his shirt, rolling your hips down into his and he hissed against you. The heat of his body suddenly disappeared and you felt his hands straightening your clothes before you heard him fix his own. “Finished already, Captain?”

“Hell no, but a bed is a bit more comfortable than a wall,” he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear.

“Always the gentleman.”

He was asleep when you woke up the next morning, and you slipped silently from his arms. Your clothes were strewn throughout the room and, despite diligent searching, your pants were no where in sight. Surrendering and pulling one of his shirts over your head with a sigh, you left the room, praying no one would be around to see.

The tower was asleep and you made it back to your own apartment two floors up without hassle. His shirt was added to the growing collection you kept tucked into a drawer and hidden away. It gave him something to wear the nights you ended up tangled with each other in your room instead of his.

The water was colder than you expected when you stepped into the shower, but it was a welcomed change. Steve radiated heat. When you slept through the night together, blankets were never a necessity. You shook your head, hoping to knock him from your thoughts. In front of everyone but Bucky, he wasn’t yours.

Too tired to dry your hair, you wrangled it into a wet bun before slipping into the oversized shirt you usually wore to bed. You left your apartment and made your way to the kitchen, happy to keep your secret. “Morning, Nattie,” you said, smiling at the redhead.

“(Y/n).” She was almost asleep in her coffee.

“Are we training today?”

“No.” His voice surprised you and you flinched, almost pouring the hot coffee onto your hand instead of into the mug. “Everyone gets today off.”

“A day off, Captain?” you asked with exaggerated surprise, handing him a cup as he walked to your side. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Guess I’m just in a good mood,” he murmured, smirking at you. Your cheeks flushed red and you raised a hand to your neck, brushing your fingers over one of the marks he’d left on you the night before. Steve’s eyes darkened with lust and laughter before you broke eye contact to sit by Natasha.

“Have I told you about that girl in accounting?” Natasha asked as she began to wake. Pain and jealousy echoed in your chest. You knew she wanted to see him someone. 

“You have,” he answered casually, not turning to face either of you, “and I’ve told you I’m not interested.” The echoes faded as Steve finally turned to you and made cautious eye contact.

The rest of the team started to stumble into the room, most looking exhausted. Sam could have rolled out of bed and fallen into the kitchen. Tony probably hadn’t even gone to bed the night before. Vision didn’t need sleep.

“Someone throw me the Lucky Charms?” you asked, hungry but too tired and sore to get up.

Steve moved, ready to grab them for you, but Tony was already there and tossed the box across the room to you. His eyes narrowed as you caught the box and his head tilted in curiosity. “What were you up to last night, kiddo?”

“Sleeping,” you answered, pouring too much cereal into the bowl Bucky handed you and ignoring Tony.

“Really? Because those love bites say otherwise.” You felt heat in your cheeks and struggled not to look to your Captain. The whole team stared.

Clint giggled from somewhere above your head. “She’s got them all over her thighs too.” You were sure your entire body was blushing now.

“Let’s not tease the poor girl,” Steve said and you finally let yourself glance to him. There was pride in his eyes. “We’ve all had a night of fun.”

“And we’ve all had our mornings of shame afterwards,” Tony said, sauntering over to the table.

“He’s no one,” you answered quietly, dropping your eyes to your lap, unsure of what to say. You’d been together nearly half a year.

“At least I know why you have been turning me down,” Pietro said, reaching across the table in an attempt to snatch your hand. You pulled away, panicked eyes flickering to Steve for a moment.

“Maybe she’s been turning you down because you’re a cocky little shit,” Buck spoke suddenly, and everyone turned in surprise. Steve snorted.

“It is not cocky if I know I am better,” Pietro argued.

“I highly doubt that,” you mumbled. Eyes shifted back to you and yours widened as you realized they’d heard.

“Really? Who exactly is this marvelous mystery man, then?” Tony asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“He’s none of our business, Tony,” Steve said. His eyes softened when they landed on you, apology replacing the pride from earlier.

A blue flash obscured your vision and you felt Pietro wrap his arms around your middle and you screamed in shock. “I will not give up so easily, prințesă,” he said, humor in his eyes. “I will steal you!”

Unsure of how to react, you began to laugh and attempted to untangle yourself from his arms. “No, no, prințesă. Give me a kiss and I will let you go, yes?” You laughed harder, caught off guard by his sudden brashness. Your giggles died when you looked to Steve. His eyes were dark and clouded with anger.

“Put her down, Pietro,” Steve said, his voice low and protective.

“Oh, come on, Cap! Let the kid have some fun,” Tony teased, setting a hand on Steve’s arm.

“The kid can have all the fun he wants with someone else’s girl,” Steve growled, shaking Tony’s hand off, “but he needs to put mine down.”

Pietro hurriedly set you on your feet and you stumbled forward, focused on Steve. He reached out to steady you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Are you okay, doll?”

“FUCKING FINALLY,” Natasha burst out, more awake than she’d been all morning. “HOLY SHIT. YOU TWO HAVE BEEN FUCKING FOR SIX MONTHS, THREE WEEKS, AND FIVE FUCKING DAYS. YOU’VE BEEN SUBTLE AS FUCK.”

Bucky began to laugh, doubling over in his chair as the rest of the team stared at Natasha in astonishment. “You both knew?” Tony shouted, turning to watch Bucky fall to the ground. “You both knew about this?” he continued, gesturing widely as Steve held you to his chest. “And didn’t say anything? What the hell?”

“Are you actually surprised Steve told me, Tony?” Bucky asked, finally composing himself enough to stand back up.

Tony shot a questioning glare at Natasha. “She’s a loud fucker,” she explained casually and Steve’s chest began to shake with laughter while you tried to disappear into his arms.

“Language, Nattie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against Steve.

That’s the Wrong Sister (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: food-books-and-bed said: Can I request a story where the reader was Natasha’s twin and was walking down the street or something and someone needed help and mistook her for Natasha and Steve was watching and he made her join the team she and Steve hookup but he falls for her

Sometimes it was almost a curse to be the twin sister of Natasha Romanoff.  It was definitely a bad choice to live in the same city, where her enemies knew where to find her and where anyone at any time could ask her to save them.  You tried to dress conservatively, hoping to cover your identity as much as possible without being totally hidden from the world.  You still had a life to live, after all.

Tonight was one of those nights that had you wishing that you would have just stayed home.  You could hear a woman screaming from somewhere nearby, but the sound seemed to come from all around you.  Moving to the middle of the street, you looked quickly for any cars before closing your eyes and listening; trying to decide which direction to run, trying to drown out the background noises of the city around you.

“Ma’am?”

“Shh!” you scolded the voice next to you, raising your hand to demand his silence.  You never even opened your eyes to see who it was, running away from him as your senses sorted out which direction the woman’s scream was coming from.  You didn’t hear him follow you either.

When you reached the alley, you stopped at the sight of a man holding a woman against a building with a knife to her throat as he rummaged through her purse.  She was doing her best not to panic, and tried to hold her reaction when she saw you in her peripheral vision as to not give you away.

“Hey,” you called out, stepping into his line of sight, “I think you should let her go before this gets ugly.”

The man pulled his knife away and released her, now turning to you.  She grabbed her bag and ran from the alley, leaving him for you.  “Hey, cutie,” he smirked in a gravelly voice that sounded old and worn, “you’ve got a lot of nerve, scaring off my catch there. You taking her place?”

“I’m here to kick your ass.”

The man spun the knife around in his hand and stepped back to lower himself into a lunge, shooting himself forward at you.  You simply shook your head and sighed, easily grabbing his arm when he attempted to swing the blade at you, firmly twisting and snapping his shoulder from its joint.  He was now lying at your feet, whimpering and begging for you to stop pushing your foot into his chest.  You grabbed his knife and slipped it into your boot, leaning down to capture his gaze.

“At least make it a challenge for me,” you mumbled.  “I’m sure you have a few questions, but I had plans that you so rudely interrupted.” You pulled out your phone and called for police to come pick him up, looking around to see if anyone had been watching.  The alley was dark and you didn’t see anyone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there.

Once the sirens grew closer and you could see the lights on the nearby street, you jumped to the nearest fire escape and climbed up until you were out of view, watching the man to be sure he didn’t try to run.  Satisfied with his removal, you jumped to the next building and then the next, lowering yourself to the ground to leave and resume your original plans for the night.

Back at the site of the incident, Steve watched as you disappeared into the darkness.  He stood motionless for several minutes before a dark figure dropped down next to him from above; another witness to your control of the situation.

“Rogers.”

“Murdock.”

“So, who’s that one? These vigilante types are just crawling from the woodwork, huh?”

Steve looked at Matt and sighed loudly, disbelieving what was being said.  “Really?  You mean like you?”  

“Hey, this isn’t about me,” Matt said nervously, raising his hands in defeat and slowly backing away. “Okay…so…nice chat, Cap.  I best be on my way.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Steve paused for a moment before making the call that could change your life from this day forward.  He slowly dialed, considering his decision before entering the final number, but finally gave in and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Nat.  I have a few questions to run by you.  You got a minute?”

~~~

“She doesn’t want to be found, Steve.  I can’t say that I blame her.”

“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me you that you have a sister?  You’re in the same city, and yeah it’s a big city, but there’s always a chance that we would run into her.”  Steve looked up at Natasha across the small café table with a small smirk, taking a drink of his coffee, “I thought she was you.”

“She’s good.  Not as good as me, of course, but she has no problem holding her own.”

“Can you bring her in?”

Natasha sat her cup down on the table with a loud thud and a shocked look on her face as she all but choked on her drink.  “To the team?!  Are you joking?  Cap, I just said, she doesn’t want to be found.  I did say that in English, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled.  “But all the same, I think it’s the right thing to do.”  Steve quickly took the last swallow of his coffee and stood to leave, looking down at his teammate, “you in or out?”

“I’m out.”

~~~

The overly enthusiastic and loud banging on your door startled you enough to drop your phone before you could send another reply back to your sister, who had tried to give you a little warning that he was trying to find you; you were surprised that the Captain had arrived so quickly.  You stood to open the door, but had made a firm decision to not let him in.

“Well, I must say you sure didn’t waste any time finding me.  Did she tell you or are you just that resourceful?”

“I prefer to not divulge my methods,” he said, looking down at you with a commanding presence that did anything but put you at ease.  He was more intimidating than you would have imagined after what you had read about him and what Nat had told you.  “May I?” He pushed his way through the door before you could reply, taking full advantage of your stunned silence.

“You know, that’s rude to just force your way into someone’s home.  In fact, I think that’s called trespassing, Captain Rogers.  Not very law abiding for a walking flag.”

Steve looked down at the clothes he was wearing, a pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt, and looked back at you with confusion.  “I’m not even wearing the suit-“

“Can’t escape it, sorry,” you sighed, shutting the door once you decided that he wasn’t about to leave any time soon.  “You just ooze patriotism.”  You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, doing your best to hold your resolve and not take him up on the offer that you knew was coming.  Doing your best to not fall prey to the man that Nat had warned you about only moments ago.  The man that she knew was much too close to your type, and that you would find hard to say no to.  “No thanks, Captain.  I know what you are here to offer, and I don’t want you to waste your time or energy.”

“She told you.”

“She’s my sister.  You think she wouldn’t?”

Steve took a few steps closer with a slight sense of urgency and fear that he would lose any shot to convince you of his plan before you even gave him a chance.  “Okay, but hear me out.  You didn’t break a sweat the other night; you didn’t even look like you were engaged in it.  It was too easy.  You must have skills similar to hers, right?”

“I said no.”

“Natasha told me that you were trained with her, but you stayed behind after she left the Red Room. You stayed on and trained new girls-“

Finished with his lack of respect for your answer, you stepped behind him and twisted his arm back, pushing him into the wall and pressing his face against it.  He didn’t fight back at all, not even pushing back when you held him tighter.  

“What part of ‘no’ is Captain America having a hard time with?  Is it the ‘n’ or the ‘o’?  Perhaps it’s a lack of manners that’s the problem?   Do you make it a habit to just barge into someone’s home and spout off until you get your way?  Do you always get your way, Steve?  Is that it?”

You swore you heard him growl; like some strange animalistic noise coming from his throat.  You held your ground, waiting for him to turn the tables on you, planting your feet firmly to keep your leverage against him. “Hmm?  Nothing?  I thought you were more than just a shield, Rogers.”

Those must have been the magic words to spring him into action.  It a flurry of twisting arms and legs, punches and kicks, fingers weaved into hair and hands around throats, it was a matter of seconds before you were pinned to the ground and he was looking down at you.  His hands were like vice grips holding your arms to the floor; you couldn’t so much as even wiggle your fingers.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” Steve panted, “can we get back to business?  You’re skills are impressive, (Y/N).”  The look in his eyes was shifting, and softening slightly, but they were still intense and held your attention with the deepness of the blue in them.  You felt a shift in your interaction, and you could see that he did too.  “Alright…maybe…maybe it would be best if we got off the floor and talked in a more civilized way.”

He finally stood and held his hand out to you to help you up, no longer making the eye contact he had so firmly held seconds ago.  “Alright, talk,” you sighed, straightening out your shirt as you stood.  “You have ten minutes to convince me of every reason why I should go with you.”

~~~

Steve was a very convincing man.  It likely had a lot to do with the fact that you now wanted to let him convince you so you could see more of him.  You had spoken only a handful of words to him, but you listened to him go on and on about how the Avengers were a cohesive team that wanted to protect and make things right.  He was so passionate about what he believed, that you couldn’t help but be convinced, and now here you were, about to meet everyone.

“Just wait here,” he whispered, resting his hand over yours as if it were natural to do so.  When you looked down at it, he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat in embarrassment.  “Um, I’m just gonna see who’s here before you come in.  Looking so much like Nat might be a bit of a shock for them.”

After about five minutes he returned to the front door to bring you in, looking slightly disappointed about something.  “Well, no one’s here right now, but I can give you a tour if you’d like?”  His eyes were filled with anticipation that you would agree to stay, so you quickly took his hand for him to lead the way.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down at your two hands and your fingers intertwined, seeming a bit uncomfortable at the contact.  “gym first.”

“No,” you said, pulling back against his arm to stop him and keeping your hand in place as you spoke. “You said the tower’s empty, right?”

“Uh…yeah…?”

Being forward wasn’t your strong suit, and you were usually uncomfortable showing guys any interest, but this was no normal guy.  You may never have this opportunity again, so you took the chance, pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping your other hand around his neck.  He responded quickly, pressing his mouth roughly against yours, his tongue searching desperately and dancing with yours.  You lost your breath when he lifted you from the floor, and you had to wrap your legs around him to keep your balance.  

The breath was knocked from your chest slightly as he slammed your back into the wall, still kissing you with ferocity and need.  He pulled his head back and began to leave hot kisses down your neck, his warmth leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“This isn’t like me,” you panted.  “I swear…it’s just…that you…”

“I know…but I don’t want to stop myself.”

~~~

You woke the next morning to incessant buzzing from your phone and countless texts from Natasha, undoubtedly worried that she hadn’t heard from you since telling her you were going to meet with Steve.

Did you see the tower last night?

Steve said he convinced you to stop by.

Where are you?

Are you still asleep?  Wake up, already.

Have you heard from Steve?

“God, she’s persistent,” you whispered to yourself, rolling onto your back and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  “You get to tell her, not me.”

“She’s your sister,” Steve said in a sleepy voice, “I’m not getting in the middle of that.”

“It didn’t seem to bother you last night.”  You sat up and stretched, yawning as your body pulled it’s aching muscles, “alright, then what should I say?”

“Tell her that you didn’t get a tour of the tower because I was too busy taking advantage of her only sister.”

You tapped away at your phone for a few seconds then tossed it on the table next to you.  “Okay.”

Steve’s face went immediately pale and his mouth hung open in shock.  “You didn’t…”

You gave him a mischievous smile and quietly began, “Five…four…three…two…one…”

The furious banging on his door surprised him, jumping at the sound of the angry Russian on the other side.  “Steven Rogers, you seem to have forgotten how many ways there are for me to kill you!”

Hello and goodbye. I am Bucky Barnes, and this is my letter to you.  I don’t have much time. If I could, I would write pages upon pages, line upon line Stroke upon stroke. But I can’t. They’re listening; they’re everywhere. They stain the walls with dried blood and grime And plague the inner workings of my mind I cannot escape them. This place is filthy; horrors echo through the iron cell, reminding me that I am not a person. Only an asset. The red star is a symbol of my death And each time I see its evil glint on my left arm, I hold my breath. I have one memory of my mother. She told me when I’m afraid, I need to close my eyes and be strong. I did that while I was strapped to a chair made of lightning. And when I woke up, I forgot who I was. She said the bad thoughts go away, but they don’t. The entities manifest in 10 words, buzzing in my head like a plague of moths. My mind is a corpse of what it used to be. There are some things I adore One being a distant memory of a blonde haired man, And the other a red-headed girl I see in the outer circles of this hell. I don’t know her name; and I don’t know the man’s name. But they help me deal with this nightmare. The girl reminds me of a blood red sunset and the man reminds me of a life I never got to live. The distant memory of my mom helps too. I can feel her warm smile when I’m locked inside the cage of forgetfulness. I didn’t want this. I never asked for this. I joined the fight for peace, But now I’m fighting for what’s left of my sanity.  I was unaware of the darkness lurking beneath the layers of false hope And now I’m a deer caught in headlights, falling quickly into oblivion. I’m sorry for all I’ve done. I pray next to the metal bars that drip with the memories I can no longer recall. I pray for a god to deliver me into exaltation- I hear the demons coming. Their laughter is bouncing off the brick barriers. It’s a haunting sound. I have to go. But before I do, I’ll tell you this. They will break me, torment me, hurt me. When I’m strapped to the chair of lightning, or when I’m bleeding on the floor in the name of supposed restoration, I will get back up and write to you again, because that is how I will be strong. I will be strong.  I promise.

Bucky’s letters from behind the iron walls of HYDRA. (Part 1) Jasmine Walter (Part 2 found here)

Imagine: Having an intense argument with Steve, and in the heat of the moment blurting out that you are in love with him. [x]

Steve: Why do you insist on fighting me so much on this issue, Y/N?! I don’t understand why you care so much?! I’m a fighter- I’m going to get hurt! Y/N: Did you really just ask why I care so much?! Steve: Yes, I did! Y/N, you need to stop being so controlling! You’re not my family; you can’t tell me what to do! Y/N: No, I’m not your family, but I’m pretty damn close. I’ve been with you through everything- Steve: Everything? Everything? No, you haven’t! You don’t know the half of it so how can you say you care?! Y/N: I do more than care- I’m in love with you, Steve! Is that enough of an answer?! Huh?! Say something! *pauses* Steve… I didn’t… You know what, let’s leave this here. I’m just going to… *starts walking towards the door* Steve: *quietly* Did you mean it? Do you love me? Y/N: *pauses* *doesn’t face him* I love you… Have from the very moment I met you… I’m sorry, Steve- for ruining our friendship. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m going to go now. Steve: Don’t leave me. *grabs your arm* Please… Y/N, I love you too.

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If It All Fell

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Warnings: Angst, PINING, injury, references to nonconsensual situations

a/n: This series is in progress :) Thank you all for reading!!! ♡

Part 1 ♡

Part 2 ☆

Part 3 ✶

Part 4☼

Part 5 ☁

Part 6 ♡

Part 7 ☆

Part 8 ✶

Part 9☼

Part 10 ☁

Part 11 ♡

Part 12

Part 13