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buckrecs · 2 years

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2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 2

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Chicken by @delusionalwriterr

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky Barnes shared a strange relationship with each other and the team was getting tired of it. When a mission goes wrong, will you be forced to admit your feelings for each other or will they remain buried?

2. sweet reverie by @demxters

College!Bucky x Reader

bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend but after what you thought was sweeter than a dream has you facing a harsher reality.

3. The Time of the Prey by @subwaysurf45 ✨

Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made.

4. super rich kids by @traitorjoelite

College!Bucky x Reader

kids with too much money, parties every night, and an incident with your best friend’s brother is just the norm on the upper east side.

5. Bring You Home by @sunflowersoldat ✨

Bucky x Reader

Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission, but not everything goes as planned.

6. The Colour of Rain by @delaber

Bucky x Reader

On the run from his violent past, Bucky has sought refuge in a small town in Mexico where he enjoys the peace and quiet of not understanding a word of Spanish. A peace that is violently disturbed when he runs into the most annoying woman he has ever met.

7. All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes ✨

Alpha!King!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

8. Peaches by @noctumbra

DBF!Bucky x Reader

what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t the thing, though. that had never been the thing. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage ─whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love.

9. Sweet Dreams by @abovethesmokestacks ✨

Bucky x Baker!Reader

Sometimes you start talking with someone, and you realize you share an interest and a wish for a certain supersoldier to be cut som slack. Enter cupcakes.

10. Fuck Up The Friendship by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky x Reader College AU

Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.

11. A Sweet Old Fashioned Notion by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky x Reader

As the dust settles on the second 'snap' Bucky has been getting to know Brooklyn again. His neighbourhood has changed a lot, but it's changed for you too since you got blipped back. Bucky is still pretty old fashiond at heart, there were things he expected from life, to get married, to have a family. Simple things that seem far away now especially when online dating is so hard. Maybe something more traditional would be good for both of you.

12. Soldier, My Soldier by @cryptidcasanova

Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

“I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the air. Without these things I am nothing. So now, I must shed blood.” He lulled at the base of your throat. “Sweetheart, come with me.”

13. Homesick at space camp by @atlaese

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

dying on a cold spaceship lightyears away from home wasn't what you expected

14. Spirits in the House by @redgillan

Detective!Bucky x Reader

Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around.

15. Sugary Sweet by @all1e23

Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader

Is it all just sugar or something more?

16. Missing Piece by @likeahorribledream

Bucky x Reader

When Bucky first arrived to the compound, Steve was his only friend and the only person he trusted himself around. That is until Steve introduces him to you, his best friend. Bucky was fascinated by how often you and Steve would hug each other. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched him in such a loving way and it didn’t take long before Bucky found himself craving your touch, but whenever you’d get too close he would flinch as if someone had hit him. His trauma still too fresh a wound for him to be comfortable with someone touching him. Then one day, he finally fights his instincts and let you touch him. He hadn’t realized how truly touch starved he was until he feels the warmth of your skin against his. Something clicks for the both of you in that moment, you had found your missing piece. As long as you were with each other, you were home. You both tried to fool yourselves into thinking you were just friends, really close friends. Friends that needed to be together almost every minute of every day and who needed to hold each other to be able to sleep at night.

17. Metal Arm and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives

Bucky x Doctor!Reader

waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him.

18. Scars by @chickenfics ✨

Bucky x Reader Western AU

Running from a past that haunts you and a future that is unsure, the last thing you wanted was to take up with a stranger. Strangers, you'd learned, are almost always more trouble than they're worth. But when dangers from the life you're trying to leave behind get too close for comfort, drastic times call for drastic measures, and the stranger you'd once feared becomes the only person you can trust -- and perhaps the only person you'd call your friend. Now you both just have to make it out alive...

19. The Color of Blood by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Bucky x Agent!Reader Soulmate AU

In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.

20. Everybody’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) by @writing-for-marvel

Actor!Bucky x Assistant!Reader

The entire world’s eyes are on movie star Bucky Barnes, what he’s wearing, who he’s dating, even the mystery behind why he needs a prosthetic arm - but Bucky doesn’t care about all that, he’s only got one thing on his mind, you.

21. 27 Dresses by @beccaanne814

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.

22. Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

23. Dangerous Woman by @samthemarvelfan

Bucky x Reader

You know he blames you, but you never thought he’d hate you.

24. Witness Protection by @mymoonagedaydream

Bucky x Reader

You'd only been living in New York for a few weeks when Natasha introduced you to James Barnes, the man who’d change your life forever.

25. Everything’s Better in Westview by @espinosaurusrexex ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.

26. Trying by @moonlight-prose

Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes was a new person. He survived a war with Thanos, finally getting rid of his triggers, and losing his best friend. He didn’t think there was anything else to survive. That is until he meets you in a bookstore and you become something he is scared of losing. An old villain has shown himself and suddenly you are the target of a new ploy to bring the Winter Soldier back.

27. unconventional methods by @marvelouslizzie

Bucky x Adult Content Creator!Reader

Bucky Barnes has a big problem: he is too anxious to date and too old school to enjoy porn. But he needs some kind of relief, and he needs it right now. After getting an accidental boner during a mission, Natasha suggests him an application that seems to be exactly what he needs. Will your content solve the problem for him? Or will it create new problems?

28. ephemeral by @aescapisms

Professor!Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes fell in love with you, but the universe isn’t all that forgiving.

29. Bulletproof by @amandaoftherosemire ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

You, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes have been the best of friends since middle school. On top of that, you’ve been in love with Bucky pretty much the whole time. Everything changed after the three of you got to college, however. Over the past couple of years you and Steve have become even closer but things between you and Bucky have been strained since the night he broke your heart. Can anything bring you back together?

30. The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis

Bucky x Reader Titanic AU

Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

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bonkywobble · 2 years

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Kinktober ‘22 - Day 5

Day 5 - Sex Pollen with Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, love confessions, sexual content (18+ only): male masturbation, unprotected sex, dubious consent (due to sex pollen).

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 5! Tagging @cryptidcasanova. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

“With all due respect, what the fuck were you thinking Harrington?”

Steve’s tongue feels heavy as he responds, “Kinda was thinking about how telling you was a bad idea.”

Pressing the bag of frozen peas to his forehead you kneel beside him, suppressing your anger to the best of your ability. “You’re lucky that I was nearby and saw you pull that shit. Next time you wanna investigate a possible portal to the Upside Down by yourself, don’t.”

Taking the time to examine your friend in the following silence, you notice despite the budding bruise under the cloth there don’t appear to be any other injuries. It should ease the anxiety swirling in your gut but it doesn’t, because then there’s no explanation for his erratic breathing or flushed face; the way his eyes are screwed shut as if he’s in pain, or the constant shuffling of his legs- Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is hiding something from you.

“Steve?”

There’s a slight tilt of his head and drifting of glazed eyes, but otherwise, you get no reply.

Your tone is firmer, more insistent. “Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you encounter anything… weird in there?” You continue, weaving your fingers through loose locks of chestnut hair as you push them away, “Anything that we haven’t already seen before?”

Steve sighs at your touch, instinctually pressing himself into it as his hot palm lands on the back of your hand. “No,” he mutters, “just the usually creepy and murderous tentacle vines. Some freaky red flowers were growing on them this time. Maybe Vecna wants to be a florist and grow his own- look, I’m sorry, but are you wearing a new perfume?”

The question throws you for a moment. “Uh, no?”

He smiles at you, your stomach filling with butterflies and confusion, “Seriously? You smell great. Like, really fucking great.”

A pained groan erupts from him as he doubles over in agony, his hands clutching you in desperation. You drop the frozen goods and catch his face, calling out his name in panic.

“It hurts, it’s not enough-”

“You’re freaking me out. I’m gonna call Nancy and the rest of the gang-”

“No!” Steve gasps, fingers digging into your denim jacket. “Don’t leave.”

“I have to get help,” you plead.

There’s a glazed but focused look in his eyes like you are a balm to his wounds - a rare and beautiful salvation. He pulls you closer until your foreheads are touching, “This is helping me. Touching you like this is making it bearable. Just- don’t go, okay baby?”

Your heart gives a sad little flip, wishing he’d been in any other state of mind. “Okay.”

Nostrils flaring he looks you up and down before removing his shirt, mud from it leaving dark stains on the bathroom tiles. Immediately you avert your eyes, wanting to offer the former king of Hawkins High some degree of dignity or modesty. Steve isn’t himself right now, you reason.

That reasoning flies out the window when his fingers start to fumble with his belt buckle.

“Jesus Steve!”

The young man licks his lips. “You can either help or not. S’too damn hot.”

When his belt and fly are finally undone you’re surprised that he keeps his pants on. Your eyes about bulge out of your head when he thrusts a hand in, however, and throws his head against the wall in relief, seemingly getting a reprieve from whatever’s afflicting him. Stroking himself furiously, the whimpers bubble in his throat when he realises you’re not touching him anymore.

“I change my mind,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Shit, stop staring and give me a hand.”

The offer tempts you briefly. A friendship of over two years flashes before you, panic mutating into dread as you imagine the end of it. What if this ruins everything? If this is how you lose him, is your crush even worth it?

“I can’t. I can’t do this.”

It’s impressive how Steve manages to gain just enough control to stall his movements, sweat beading on his forehead. Despite the sight you keep going, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, Steve. So please,” you beg, “don’t ask me-”

Warm, lazy, sweet. It’s how you can describe your first kiss with Steve Harrington as he reaches up and presses his lips to yours, cutting you off. He kisses you like a man starved but full of hope. Like his declaration is long overdue, Steve moves against you in a way that has your toes curling in your sneakers.

The tears escape and so does the desire you’ve buried for so long. You don’t hesitate to return his affections, your fingers returning once more to bury themselves in his hair while you gently pry his desperate mouth apart with your tongue. And he has and always will do, Steve lets you in.

Begrudgingly, you eventually pull away, the smile you wear causing your cheeks to ache. Steve’s disposition matches yours, his gaze glossy and euphoric. “I know it’s not super appropriate, but I was wanting to ask the girl I love if it’s okay that she rides me into the sunset before I take her out on our first date?”

You snort, never happier that Steve Harrington is so terrible with women.

“You sure, Harrington?”

“Damn sure, babe.”

Smiling, you stand up and it takes less than a minute for you to strip to nothing, hoping to stave off more of his sudden cramps the faster you go. The sight of ‘Pretty Boy’ Harrington looking up at you with wide eyes, mouth parted hungrily as a thumb rolls over the tip of his cock - it definitely distracts you a little.

And now you understand that everything about Steve is pretty.

Gazes locked on each other, you lower yourself onto his angry length, nails tracing the thick veins as you line him up and pump once, twice. Cursed moans leave you both as his cock pushes past your wet folds, feelings of blissful heat roaring to life in your abdomen.

“Gotta be honest, dingus,” you purr, clenching your hips as your pussy pulsates, “I’d love for you to fuck me before we go to the movies.”

Steve’s hips jerk in response. “Movies, huh?” He breathlessly asks, “I can do that, baby.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington smut #kinktober 22 #kintober 2022 #bonkywobble writes

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imagine-you · 2 years

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in the midnight hour [billy hargrove/reader]

prompt: billy hargrove + demon + "did you think they could protect you?"

author's note: written for the hellfire haunts challenge hosted by @cryptidcasanova

word count: 5.4k

No one would tell you the truth.

Not Nancy Wheeler or Jonathan Byers or Dustin Henderson. Not Max Mayfield or Robin Buckley or any of the other kids who were there when it happened.

Not even Steve would look you in the eye and tell you how your boyfriend really died.

And that, right there, was what hurt most of all. Because if your own brother couldn't be honest with you, then who could you expect to really tell you the truth?

For months, you tried to uncover the mystery of the tragedy of Starcourt Mall. A lot of people had died including Chief Hopper and your boyfriend. The fact that Billy would never return to you seemed like something only your mind would come up with in your darkest nightmares. And yet, it was the reality you were faced with every day after that fateful night.

You didn't quite believe the story about there being a fire at the mall and it didn't make sense that Billy's body couldn't be recovered, because it was missing from the wreckage.

You knew it was bullshit. You knew, deep down to your very core, that something more sinister had happened at the mall the night Billy died. And you knew that it was your fault he was dead.

If you hadn't fought with him, if you hadn't told him you needed a little space, if you hadn't ignored his odd behavior in the days leading up to his death, then maybe he would still be alive. Maybe you would have dragged him to the Fourth of July celebration in town, even though Billy thought it was dumb, and you could have spent the night coaxing Billy onto rides and kissing him when the Ferris wheel stopped at the top, enjoying the sounds of everyone's laughter and fun.

But no, instead, you had woken up the morning after, deciding to try to make things right with Billy, only to find out that you would never speak to him again.

You had always hated living in a small town like Hawkins. When you went away to college in the fall of ‘84, you never wanted to come home, but Steve had convinced you a summer in Hawkins was what you needed to shake off the stress of your freshman year. You had grumbled and groaned, but you couldn't deny you missed your little brother, so once your last final was over in early May, you made the trip back home.

You hadn't expected much to have changed about the town. You had only been gone a year and while Steve had told you about the crazy shit happening, including the circumstances surrounding the disappearance and death of Barbara Holland, you hadn't expected Billy Hargrove.

He was bold and brash and kind of obnoxious, but he had no problem at all making you fall for him. His charm and playful smirks were one thing, but once you went out on one date and then another, you started to see the real Billy behind the mask.

You spent a month and a half sneaking out to meet him, trying not to be so blatant about it when you realized your brother hated Billy. You didn't know their history, and it wasn't until Steve told you about the terrible things that had happened with Billy in the fall of '84 that you began to realize why.

Your fight in late June with Steve over Billy had turned into a fight with Billy over Steve.

"You terrorized those children," you accused, anger and indignation rising within you. "You could have killed my brother!"

"Look, I was messed up, alright? I was angry and I didn't want to be here, and I took it out on everyone except the one person who deserved it. It's not who I am anymore, though. You know that."

You knew Billy was talking about Neil. He hated his stepfather with everything in him, and while you knew Billy wasn't quite the troublemaker he used to be, it still didn't cover the hurt and guilt you felt over dating the guy who had once beaten your brother into a bloody mess.

"I l--," you cut yourself off, redirecting, "I like you a lot, Billy. You know that. But I just need some time. To think," you clarified. "I still want to be with you, I just..."

"C'mon, Y/N," Billy pleaded. "I'll apologize to your brother and those little punks, alright? I just want--" Billy abruptly stopped talking, defeat slipping into his tone. "Just let me know when you want to talk again," he sighed. "You know where to find me."

And with that, he had turned and walked right out of your life. You had tried calling him and visiting him at the pool in the days after the fight, but it seemed like he was nowhere to be found. Up until the day he died, Billy had practically turned into a ghost, determined to stay off your radar of existence. You were worried he was ignoring you and you wanted nothing more than to go back to that moment you had your fight and try to fix things instead of trying to run away from the problem.

The guilt ate away at you and tore you to shreds. You dreamt of Billy every night. The way he looked before he walked away from you. The slump of his shoulders, betraying the defeat he felt. The heartbreak written into every line of his expression and the way he glanced at you just once more before getting into his car and driving away.

None of it made sense, and the more time passed, the worse you felt.

It seemed as if life in Hawkins moved on, but you couldn't. Your parents thought you were being overdramatic over a boy you barely knew and you didn't know how to make them understand that you did know him.

You spent hours with Billy every night for over a month talking. He would drive out to pick you up from your house and then he would take a leisurely tour around town before finally stopping at the quarry. Billy would grab a blanket from the trunk of his car and spread it out over the hood of his Camaro. You would spend the rest of the night making up stories about constellations and confessing things you thought you never would to Billy.

He told you about his family and his mom and how her abandonment of him still got to him. He talked about how much he hated his dad and how he couldn't wait until he made enough money to either get back to California or at the very least move out of his dad's house. You told him about your inattentive parents and how your family mainly consisted of your brother, the both of you accepting your parent's money when they couldn't spare you any love.

You fell fast and hard for Billy, singing along to the radio as he sped along the winding, twisting backroads of Hawkins, both of you yelling lyrics and sharing delighted grins. You loved seeing Billy letting everything go and being carefree for once. He was a ladies' man and a party magnet, but you knew it was all a facade. Billy was his truest self with you on those night rides, bobbing his head along to Billy Idol and turning into a total goof just for you.

In the midnight hour, she cried he would sing, before pretending to hold a microphone out to you.

More, more, more, you would finish, sharing an amused laugh with Billy.

With a rebel yell, she cried he would prompt, getting another more, more, more out of you.

It hurt to think you would never have another moment like that and it was soul crushing to know that the one person you had trusted for almost your whole life, the one person you thought had your back no matter what, was hiding something from you.

For months, you searched for any clues that would tell you about what happened at Starcourt, but it was as if the building never existed in the first place. You were so consumed by guilt and despair that you dropped out of college, electing to stay in Hawkins. Steve was worried about you, and while your parents didn't even seem to notice you were still around, Steve tried to get you to talk about what was going on.

But you couldn't trust him, and that only added another burden on you.

You had tried, once, to get Steve to talk about what happened at the mall on the Fourth of July. But he claimed he didn't know. And while his performance might have fooled anyone else, you knew your brother better than anyone else.

Steve was lying to you.

And that absolutely destroyed you.

You blamed yourself. You thought maybe Steve held resentment towards you for dating Billy. He hated Billy and you dated Billy even holding onto that knowledge. You had lost Billy and you had lost Steve and now it felt like you truly had no one but yourself.

Months passed and by the time spring was approaching in '86, you were a shell of your former self.

You were plagued by nightmares and phantom voices. You swore you were starting to see things and you started suffering through massive, brain-melting headaches that made your nose bleed. You were half-convinced you were dying, and you did your best to hide everything from Steve. He would only worry and while you didn't fully forgive Steve for hiding the truth from you, you still loved him more than anyone else on the planet.

One night in late March, you woke screaming from a nightmare, phantom hands pressing you into the bed, claws ripping into your skin.

Your suffering is almost at an end echoed in your mind, the chimes of a grandfather clock ringing in your bones.

"Y/N?" Steve's voice shattered the silence. "What's going on?"

You looked up to see Steve standing in your bedroom doorway, a bat held aloft in his hands, as if ready to fend off your attackers. Seeing Steve ready to come to your defense broke something inside of you and soon you were wracked with sobs and useless pleas to make it all stop.

It took hours, but Steve finally got you to talk. He sat on the edge of your bed, worry etched into every line of his face, as he listened to you sputter out meaningless sentences before you finally confessed.

The guilt and the pain and the agonizing certainty that it was shredding you to pieces on the inside.

The nightmares and the voices and the hallucinations and the absolute torment your own mind was subjecting you to.

You thought Steve would think you were crazy or deluded or just plain stupid.

Instead, he looked panic-stricken for a moment before he practically jumped off your bed in his haste to get up.

"Shit," he hissed before fleeing your room.

That wasn't the reaction you were expecting. Before you could think better of it, you clambered out of your bed and followed him.

You found him in his room, already pacing the floor, phone to his ear. "I'm telling you, Nance--," he cut himself off when he noticed you standing in his doorway. "Just call the others, alright?" He hung the phone up before turning to look at you. He grabbed his jacket from where it was folded over the arm of the chair near his bed and threw it at you.

"Come on," he said, ushering you towards the door.

"What? Steve," you tried to protest, but he had a hand around your arm and didn't seem keen on stopping for anything. "Where are we going?" You asked as you awkwardly pulled on his jacket, managing to finally wrest your arm away from him, but grateful for the warmth in the chill of the upstairs hallway. "I'm not dressed to even go anywhere," you pointed out, looking down at your pajama pants with the pink and grey bunnies on them.

"Don't worry about that," Steve argued, hurrying you along. "We've got to go to Nance's house. Just...trust me, alright?"

You nearly froze at the words, because that was the problem, wasn't it? You weren't sure if you could trust Steve. Except, he sounded so sincere and you knew just from one look at him that whatever had gotten into him was important.

"Okay," you conceded with a nod of your head. "Let's go."

You weren't prepared for the crowd that greeted you in the basement of the Wheeler house. Nancy was expected, and while you didn’t see Mike, you drew short at the sight of Max, Dustin, Lucas, and Robin. They were all sitting around the room, waiting for you and Steve to show up, and you suddenly felt unsure that you had made the right choice.

"What's going on?" You looked to Steve, your only anchor keeping you rooted to your spot while wave after wave of fear threatened to take you down. "I don't understand..."

"It's going to sound crazy," Steve started, ushering you into an armchair. "But what we're about to tell you is one hundred percent real, and I know it's not going to make a lot of sense, but Y/N..." he trailed off, looking helplessly to the others.

"Your life is in danger," Nancy finished for your brother.

An hour later, you still couldn't make sense of all the information they had piled on you. You had finally learned the truth about Billy's death and it was far more gruesome than you could have ever imagined. Despite finally knowing what fate had befallen your boyfriend, you still felt an immense wave of guilt threatening to tear you down.

If you had never fought.

If you had never asked for space.

If you had never left him alone.

Maybe Billy wouldn't have been taken. Maybe he wouldn’t have been at the mall that night. Maybe he would still be alive.

It was all your fault.

They also explained that your increasingly vivid nightmares and hallucinations and migraines were all symptoms that you were being marked for death by a monster they called Vecna. Vecna had already taken two people and you were likely next up on the list. They didn't yet have any idea about what to do to stop Vecna, but they would figure it out.

They promised.

Nancy and Robin were investigating a lead while you stayed in the basement of the Wheeler's with Steve and the kids. You felt restless and cooped up in the room, so you finally managed to convince Steve to drive you to the junkyard where Billy's Camaro was kept. It had been broken beyond repair, but it held some of your most precious memories with Billy. You paid the guy who owned the place to keep him from trashing it every month just so you could visit it and sit in the backseat, trying to make sense of where your life had gone so completely wrong.

It was the only place you wanted to be in that moment and while Steve swore up and down that going anywhere was a bad idea, you didn't care.

By the time you got to the junkyard, a migraine clawing at your temples, you were eager to see the Camaro again. It had been your only source of peace for months and you felt like it was the one place you could truly be safe.

You waved Steve off when he tried to join you, wanting to be alone in what might be your final moments.

You pulled open the door to the backseat, letting a wave of heat escape. You wanted to go back in time so badly you could hardly stand it. You could feel pain throbbing at your temples and a wet trickle of what you suspected was blood beginning to drip from your nose. You hastily wiped away the blood, jumping at the sound of a voice right behind you.

"You shouldn't be here."

You whirled around, breath caught in your throat, at the sight of Billy standing there.

"Billy," you gasped, taking a shocked step closer to him. "You're hurt," you said, hating that there were a million other responses milling around your brain, but that was the one that won the fight.

He had blood pouring from a gaping hole in his chest, there were rips in his clothes and scratches all along his arms. There was something off about him, but you were so relieved to see him that you blatantly ignored all the warning signs.

A sick, wicked grin appeared on Billy's face and a dark chuckle escaped his mouth. "Hurt? I'm dead," his voice echoed all around you. A bolt of lightning split the air, turning the sky from blue to red in an instant. "And it's all your fault. You weren't there for me--"

"No," you denied, knowing that it was what you had been thinking for months, but it hurt even more hearing it come right from Billy. "Billy, I lo-lov--"

"You what? Loved me?" Billy scoffed, stalking closer to you. "If you loved me, then you wouldn't have done this to me." With another flash of lightning, the visage of Billy in front of you was replaced with an even more horrifying version of him. He had flesh hanging from his bones and maggots crawling out of his ears. His teeth were bared, brittle and flaking, as he approached you. His eyes were hollowed out, blank spaces where he no longer had a soul. "If you loved me, then you wouldn't have left me."

You gasped when he took a staggering step towards you and your back hit the side of the Camaro. Fog crept along the ground, curling around your feet, and rising higher. Everything was tinged in red and you could feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

"Don't worry," Billy's voice grew deeper, taunting. "Your suffering is almost at an end."

Those words finally broke the spell that Vecna had over you. It all came crashing down on you, the reminder that Billy was dead and not here with you. That Vecna was haunting you, intent on claiming you as one of his victims.

You pressed yourself flat against the side of the car before hurriedly stepping to the side, keeping an eye on Vecna. Between one flash of lightning and the next, Billy was no longer standing before you, replaced with Vecna. He looked as if he had been wrapped in roots and vines, his skin scarred and decaying. His eyes were white and striking, freezing you in his sight. His left hand was curled into an elongated claw, terrifying and deadly.

When he took a step closer to you, you finally managed to break yourself out of the trance he held you in. You turned and ran, bolting around stacks of cars and climbing desperately over piles of garbage. You sliced your knee open on a piece of rebar, but you didn't care. You felt the crushing weight of loneliness close in on you, and you tried to remind yourself that you weren't alone.

Steve had brought you to the junkyard. The kids were with him, all of them worried about you. Even Rob, the nutjob who ran the junkyard, was somewhere there. All you had to do was keep running. Keep running, don't look back, and hope that you finally broke free of whatever nightmare world Vecna had you trapped in.

There was the sound of someone humming far off, the noise drifting in through your terrified, panting breaths and Vecna following after you, twisting metal out of his path to gain ground.

It was faint at first, but as you tried in vain to get away from Vecna, the sound came through clearer and clearer.

You knew that song.

"Billy Idol," you breathed with an incredulous huff, your mind immediately catching on the song, letting it infect your mind to drive out Vecna's curse.

I'd sell my soul for you, babe drifted through your head before you felt long tendrils wrap around your ankles, bringing you down to the ground. Your face hit gravel and steel, blood coating your lips as you scrabbled at the ground, attempting to break free.

You were forced onto your back, before you were raised into the air, pressed against a column of bones and viscera that had been erected from the ground. Vines reached out, tethering you to the column, restricting you until you could barely move.

Vecna stood before you, a pitying look on his face. "There's nowhere to run," he pointed out. "Nowhere I won't be able to find you."

I'd give you all, and have none, babe crept through the fog, slicing right through the hold Vecna had on you.

Vecna's hand reached out, forcing you to look at him. He gripped your chin in his grasp, his nails biting into your skin. Your breath hitched in your chest and your mind whirled in a thousand different directions. Panic seared through you, freezing all along your veins, and threatened to rip your sanity from you.

You tried to think of Steve or Billy or anything that would keep you from letting Vecna's eyes bore into yours, knowing that it would be all too easy to lose your mind to him.

Vecna raised his elongated hand above your face, commanding you to stare up at it in horror. You could feel your eyes begin to roll up into your head as Vecna let out a wicked laugh.

"Did you think they could protect you?"

Darkness was creeping in and you could feel yourself beginning to lose the fight you were waging with your consciousness. You felt your bones begin to quake beneath your skin, threatening to shatter, as Vecna's claws pressed into your face.

"Maybe not," you heard a voice echo, your anguished grief lending you to believe it was Billy's. "But I can."

Vecna was ripped away from you and you fell to the ground with a gasp. You struggled to breathe as you forced yourself to look up. You blinked a few times, as if trying to wipe away the image before you, because it was so unbelievable.

It couldn’t be.

Could it?

It was.

Billy was standing between you and Vecna. There were blackened, scorched veins running along his arms and his hands were curved into claws, which he was using to rip apart Vecna, piece by piece.

Billy took a moment to look at you over his shoulder. His eyes were charcoal voids ringed with red, spiderlike black veins surrounding them, splintering his skin.

"Run," he demanded before he turned to face Vecna again, falling on him, tearing into him with furious, frenzied swipes of his hands.

It took you a beat too long to understand the word, but once you finally did, you stumbled to your feet and took off towards where you had left the Camaro behind. You knew, instinctively, that you could find salvation there.

You could see a white light up ahead and heard someone frantically calling your name. There were phantom tugs on your legs and tears running down your face. You felt like you were never going to make it, passing rusted cars and piles of trash, paper getting stuck under your shoe and causing you to slip and nearly lose your footing. You could hear Vecna roaring in displeasure and you worried for Billy's safety, but was he even Billy anymore? He sounded like Billy and looked a hell of a lot like him, but he wasn't quite Billy, was he?

You tried to push past the fear and lingering questions and focus on just putting one foot in front of the other. You could hear Steve's pleas for you to stay with him and the sound of Dustin Henderson cursing in frustration and Max Mayfield's panicked cries for your attention. You heard Lucas Sinclair trying to get in contact with Nancy and Robin on the radio, begging them for a solution or idea that would save you.

They wanted to save you. They cared about you. You weren't alone, despite what Vecna wanted you to believe, and Billy, whether a twisted figment of your imagination or not, had saved you. You didn't deserve to die and you weren't going to give into Vecna.

You would fight for yourself and the others. You weren’t ready to die.

With renewed determination, you rounded a stack of crushed cars and finally saw the Camaro. You could make out the shadows of your loved ones on the other side, and without thinking, you dove into the backseat of the Camaro. You crawled through the backseat until you reached the other side of the car, a blinding light filling your senses as you emerged, before you fell right back into your body.

You gasped in a desperate breath before you felt yourself slam back down to the ground. Steve did his best to catch you, but your legs still twisted beneath you, and you felt them give out a warning twinge of pain. You met Max's worried gaze and managed to get out the only words you could think to say.

"It was Billy," you said, your voice trembling. "He saved me. He was there."

"But...how?" Dustin asked, his voice skeptical. "He died, didn't he?"

"I don't know," you answered, unsure how else to interpret what happened in Vecna's thrall. Was it Billy or your own mind fighting back at Vecna? You wouldn't know. You couldn't know. Not unless you saw Billy again. Not unless Vecna came for you again.

You felt desolation and sorrow begin to creep back in on the ride back to the Wheeler house. Steve didn't want to let you out of his sight, and everyone figured there was safety in numbers, so for the time being, you were all staying in the Wheeler's basement.

Nancy and Robin came back, quietly explaining what they found out at the asylum with Victor Creel to the others while your thoughts were focused on what happened with Vecna. You had almost died a cruel and gruesome death. Death's grip had been tightening around you until Billy had shown up. You remembered the hum of Rebel Yell and wondered if that had been Billy's call to you, his way of asking you to hold on until he could save you.

The others fell asleep, despite promising to watch out for you in turns. One by one, their eyes slipped closed, and it wasn't long before they were all passed out, exhausted from the events of the day. You felt wired and restless, so you silently opened the door leading to the backyard, hoping that the fresh air would do you good.

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure you were going unnoticed, and slipped into the Wheeler's backyard. There was one light illuminating the space, but it was easy to stick to the shadows, leaning up against the side of the house, your breath forming clouds in front of your face.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying not to shiver as you glanced up at the sky, attempting to make out all the stars you could. You thought of all the silly stories you told Billy about the stars and the way his fingers would trail lightly along your arm, listening to you ramble away. You always felt safe there with Billy, in the dark, just the two of you and countless stars in the sky.

"In the midnight hour," you sang under your breath, the song on a loop in your mind since the events at the junkyard.

"More, more, more," came a lilting, teasing voice from the darkness, jolting you out of your thoughts.

He was there at the corner of the house, melting away from the bricks behind him until he was right there in front of you. His eyes were still ringed in red, but they no longer looked like pieces of coal that had melted into his face. You could smell smoke and fire on his denim jacket and there was ash streaked across his cheek.

"Billy?" Your voice was barely audible, because you were terrified you were going to shatter the illusion and Billy would disappear again.

"I'm here," he promised, his hand reaching out to gently caress your face. His skin felt so hot against yours and you couldn't help but shudder at the feeling of his heat.

"But how? They said you died," you pointed out, trying to make sense of everything.

"I did," he confirmed, halting your breath in your throat. "And I didn't. I guess I wasn't quite me when I got torn into by that fucker. A lot of me was gone, but there was still enough left around to try to save that girl. The one he wanted so badly he was willing to kill everyone to get to her."

"Billy," you whispered, reaching out to grab his hand, ready this time for the searing heat of his skin. "What's going on?"

"Hell if I know," he answered, a delighted smirk appearing on his face, as if laughing at a joke only he knew the punchline to. "I absorbed too much of that place," he confessed. "And when I died, I ended up there, and I was stuck. I wandered for a while, trying to figure out how to get back, but then I heard you. He had you and I couldn't let him take you too. Not like he took me or the others. He would have hollowed you out and poured himself into you. Turned you into a puppet," he spat, disdain and revulsion seeping into his tone. “A trophy for his shelf. He can’t have you. I won’t let him.”

"I'm sorry," you blurted, the words you had wanted to tell Billy all along forcing their way out of your throat. They had been the two words stuck inside your head for months and finally getting to say them now, they felt nearly useless. What would an apology do when Billy would never be the same again? When this all might still be some kind of fucked up death dream your brain had cooked up for you?

"Sorry?" Billy asked, bemusement clear in his tone. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

"I wasn't there," you reminded him. "We had that fight and I didn't see you and then you died. Maybe if I had been with you, maybe if we never had that fight--"

"Then maybe you would be dead now too," Billy finished for you. "I wouldn't risk that, baby. Because then you'd be like me." His eyes flashed black for a moment before they reverted back to their normal color. "Half-dead and only alive because of a fucked up creature from another dimension. I can feel it crawling underneath my skin," he confessed, his voice hoarse, as if it hurt for him to say. "It wants me and it wants you and it wants everything," he hissed, his breath brushing against your cheek. "But as long as I'm still in here," he said, tapping his fingers against his forehead, "I'm never gonna let it get you. You're safe with me," he promised, leaning forward so his lips brushed against yours.

It felt like a deal he was sealing with a kiss. You didn’t know what you would have to give up in payment, but in that moment, you felt as if you would follow him anywhere. Do anything he asked. Be anything he wanted. Just for more time alone with him.

"Y/N?" You heard Steve call, voice high and panicked. The door behind you opened and you turned to see your brother rushing outside, his shoulders slumping in relief once he noticed you standing in the shadows of the house. "What the fuck are you doing out here? Are you okay?"

You suddenly felt cold, bereft, and when you looked at Billy, it was to see that he wasn't there anymore. You could just barely make out his form moving away from you before he melted back into the shadows.

"Yeah," you answered your brother, turning around to face him again. "I think I'm okay."

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #hellfire haunts #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #demon billy hargrove #imagine #my fic

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emeritusemeritus · 6 months

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Do you have any fics that you would share or recommend to read? Whether it’s Weasley Twins or Eddie? 🙌

Hi my love! Yes I can certainly do that; sorry it took so long I was trying to comprise my top favourites to share 🖤

Eddie

Jealousy, Jealousy by @theoreticslut {Perfect light angst and Henderson!Reader (my fave)}

I’ll be home for Christmas by @eiightysixbaby {Oh the angst! You know when you suddenly realise that all the fics you’ve been loving are written by the same author and haven’t realised until later, that’s eiightsixbaby for me!}

Okay for you by @roanniom {Absolute chefs kiss. I’ve followed roanniom since my Clyde logan/ ADCU days and my god every single fic hits the spot!}

Move Me, Baby by @cryptidcasanova {Jealous!Eddie and best friend/cheerleader!reader, absolute perfection.}

Twins

Technicolor by @weelittleweasley {the soulmate fic I didn’t know I needed and now never stop thinking about}

Summertime at the Burrow by @fangisms {one of the first Fred fics I ever read and I always come back to it!}

Something that we’re not by @sergeantbuckybarnes {one of the first Fred fics I ever read and I re-read it constantly when I need cheering up!}

Literally anything by @lumosandnoxwriting {every single work is phenomenal and the twins are always so well written, in keeping with their characters.}

My personal favourites are:

Doing me right (Fred)

Get your head in the game (Fred)

A christmas surprise (Fred)

My hot wife (George)

Underwater secrets (George)

A quick thank you to all the authors mentioned here, your works have inspired me to finally post my own writings and without your wonderful works I would never have had the courage or the inspiration to share my work so thank you 🖤

#emeritusemeritus #emeritusemerituswrites #tumblr recommendations #fic rec #answered asks #favourites

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 💐

Bucky Barnes ✨

Lay me down by @navybrat817

Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader

Pinot noir by @cryptidcasanova

Detective!Bucky x Reader

Awake my soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Bring your wife to work day by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky x Reader 'Sugar'

Hunger by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Tension by @bucky-barnes-diaries

CollegeProfessor!Bucky x Student!Female!Reader

What's cookin' good lookin' by @slyyywriting

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Shallow(s) by @late-to-the-party-81

Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader

Sleepy hollow by @onsunnyside

Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)

Feels so right by @geminixevans-stan

Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Not the type by @quinnsbower

eddie munson x fem!reader

Just a reminder by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Red light at the bowling alley by @chaseadrian

eddie munson x f!reader

Start me up by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Mechanic AU)

Dealers choice by @ohcaptains

eddie munson x female! reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Overstimulation by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Steve Rogers x Agent!Reader

Ethereal by @oh-my-damn

TWS!Steve Rogers x neighbor!reader

The unexpected valentine by @cockslutpadalecki

SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

Preliminary by @navybrat817

Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Sweet heartache by @oh-my-damn

DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

It's nights like these by @supernovafics

steve harrington x fem!reader

Multiple characters ✨

Private party by @late-to-the-party-81

Steve x Reader (established), Bucky x Reader x Sam

The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky

A price to pay by @navybrat817

Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

#february fic recs #fic rec #bucky barnes #eddie munson #ari levinson #steve rogers #andy barber #steve harrington #sm wilson #ransom drysdale

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asirensrage · 1 year

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WIP Poll Game!

I stole this from @arrthurpendragon. Rules: Make a poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner receives.

(this isn't even all of my wips...)

tagging: @chickensarentcheap @ninjasawakenedmystar @renhoeku @gingerspicelattemix @acabecca @rey-of-luke @bobfloydsbabe @cryptidcasanova @comatosebunny09 @residentdormouse and anyone else interested!

#poll games #ridea's polls #i liked that accountability idea but mine would have spoilers lol #wip games

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ouralcohol · 2 years

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a shoutout to some of my favorite bloggers and just people i've come to know for the past months or so. life is funny, but here we are. they've helped me become a better person in a lot of ways and i don't think i'd be the person i would be right now if it wasn't for them... in no particular order, thank you from the bottom of my heart to the following:

@rae-gar-targaryen @withahappyrefrain @drew-garfi @mortwig @wicked-rambles @spidervee @renaroo123 @liz-allyn @blooming-violets @silkspiderstuff @squiddtheekidd @papaya-047 @mrshipsmcgee @letmeplaytheliontoo @shimmerwriter @tastesupremacy @sincericida @abibliophobiaa @reigndropss @cryptidcasanova @xbamboowishesx

those are all i can think of the top of my head, dw more of this loving will come.

a lot of them have fics... and you should read them because they are phenomenal.

#appreciation tuesday #alch feels

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alanavenus · 2 years

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bucky barnes one shots (dark)

warning; dark content is content that intentionally deals with disturbing matter such as rape, abuse, stalking, etc. dead dove: do not eat.

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two graves, @highonmarvel

➣ The End of You and Bucky.

Cut, @boxofbonesfic

➣ You haven’t been having the best luck on dating apps, but you’re willing to try again.

Holometabolous metamorphosis, @buckyscombatboots

➣ Holometabolous metamorphosis- Also called complete metamorphosis is a form of insect development that involves four stages of life: egg, larva, pupa (cocoon) and adult.

Salacious Desires, @junipermuses

➣ Your best friend’s dad is dying for a taste.

strawberry kisses, @earlgreydream

sharp., @earlgreydream [drabble]

disturbed, @twjournals

➣ leaving the woods did nothing to keep the darkness from following you home.

Concrete Jungle Rapunzel, @imanuglywombat

➣ You spend your days locked in a gilded cage, high above the concrete jungle, waiting for Bucky to return.

Doctor Doctor, @honeyhan-123

➣ With a bullet in his arm, Bucky seeks medical attention and a certain surgeon catches his eye.

What You Can’t See, @honeyhan-123

➣ Bucky doesn’t understand how you could think were were just a one night stand.

R U Mine?, @cryptidcasanova

➣ You made the mistake of falling for the mysterious stranger you met in New York. Unfortunately for you, you never asked about his line of work.

Goosebumps, @cherienymphe

➣ Living with your roommate was a dream come true…until she met Bucky.

Ten Steps, @darkthallas

➣ A home intrusion by The Winter Soldier that doesn’t end so well for you.

After Party, @xxindiglow

➣ Bucky doesn't take kindly to rejection

Til Death Do Us Part, @cherienymphe

➣ after your arranged marriage has served its purpose, you bring up the inevitable topic of divorce. It is only then do you realize that you and your husband might not be on the same page.

swimming pools, @sgt-seabass

➣ Bucky pays you back for your time as his contact by teaching you to swim.

You Can Cry, @highonmarvel

➣ Biker!Bucky takes a liking to a sensitive girl.

You Know Better, Don’t You?, @xxindiglow

➣ Bucky doesn't like being told to move on. Ex-boyfriends are a pain in the ass.

Blackout, @our-destiny

Ribs, @highonmarvel

➣ Mob!Bucky finds you.

Mistake, @mrsdarkandyandere7 [drabble]

➣ Rule number one in your relation - never try to leave Bucky.

Harsh, @mrsdarkandyandere7 [drabble]

➣ Bucky shows you what you get from trying to run away.

Warm, @highonmarvel

➣ Vampire!Bucky saves you from a car wreck.

Dumb Bunny, @lunarbuck

➣ The Wolf sees you walking through the forest on your way to your grandmother's house, and he just can't help himself.

Take Me Home Tonight, @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

➣ You run into a familiar face while working.

Behind the Scenes, @darkficsyouneveraskedfor [drabble]

You’re My Obsession, @navybrat817

➣ You’re the light in Bucky’s darkness. And he doesn’t want to share you with anyone, including Steve.

Best Man, @navybrat817

➣ Bucky found the girl of his dreams and Steve couldn’t be happier.

Send Me An Angel, @navybrat817

➣ Bucky thinks you’re an angel.

Run Like Hell, @navybrat817

➣ You weren’t supposed to see the Winter Soldier that day. So you ran. The Soldat loves a good chase though…and you’re not getting away from him that easily.

Caught In The Sirens, @straywords

➣ After getting away from your ex, you spend the majority of your time looking over your shoulder. When Officer Barnes then takes a special interest in your case, it seems too good to be true.

Rolling In The Deep / Make You Feel My Love, @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

➣ You try to get out / Your ex finds you.

Stories Unwritten, @darkficsyouneveraskedfor [drabble]

Himalayan Salt, @highonmarvel

➣ You’re assigned to a notoriously grumpy war vet, but he’s different with you.

#dark!bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #marvel fic rec #marvel fic recs

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buckrecs · 2 years

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You are literally doing god work thank you so much for this blog

I kinda have a request if that's okay. Can you please give us some Mob Bucky recs . Series or one shots

Thank you so much

Mob!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

Thank you so much:) Here are some Mob!Bucky fics!

* = contains smut

ONESHOT

Kiss it Better by @straywords

You’re not entirely sure your boss with the staring problem even likes you, but you’re determined to do your job either way.

little lilly. by @raysheart

you unknowingly bring out a side of bucky he never knew was there.

*Come Home. by @sinner-as-saint

Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you...

That I What? by @itsthewritergal

Y/N’s ex seems to have more of a hold on Y/N than Bucky realised.

Never Giving Up by @itsthewritergal

Reader is ill on the one day Bucky said no interruptions...

*the proposition of a lifetime by @tee-swizzle

mafia!bucky teaches his best friend how to please a man.

Put My Mind At Ease by @slyyywriting

You married the head of the mob in payment for your father’s debt. The contract includes that you must give whatever Bucky wants. And what Bucky wants is for you to be jealous.

protector by @vxntagedior

the moment bucky fell in love with you

Kerosene by @metalbuckaroo

“You took my heaven away and didn’t think that I wouldn’t go looking for revenge?”

Black Card by @jelsasnowflakes1

When Bucky finds out you finally used the card he gave you he was confused why you only spend 15 dollars with it.

third date rule by @classylo

you had a rule, the third date rule, you had never reached it so perhaps that’s why you were still a virgin...that is until you meet the infamous sweet mob boss.

I Am Your Fall by @sinner-as-saint

You’re hiding from your past, in Madripoor. You did nothing wrong, other than mix dangerous business with a lot of pleasure. You couldn’t go home because... he would find you and Madripoor was the only place he didn’t do business, or had any allies or friends. But little did you know that the mob boss had finally found you after obsessively looking for you ever since you left, and left him in pieces. He didn’t want revenge, he just wanted the one thing he had hopelessly fallen in love with; who also happened to be the one who had betrayed him and hurt him more than anyone or any bullet ever did before - you.

A Simple Housewife by @beyondspaceandstars

A new member starts getting too friendly with you one night, forcing Bucky to show a side of himself you’ve never seen before. And possibly never want to see again.

Could It Be Fate? by @bxcketbarnes

taken. by @wintersldr1

when you are captured by Bucky’s enemy, he will stop at nothing to get you back, and remind everyone the lengths he will go to to keep you safe.

a wolf in man’s clothing by @witchywithwhiskey

you walk into a bar owned by the Russian mob, and Bucky just has to swoop in to save you—and claim you.

Protector by @cherryrogers

Ironically, the man with blood on his hands and a permanent target on his back was the one you’d never felt safer with.

*My Devotion by @cryptidcasanova

The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.

SERIES

A Business Deal by @ezm-imagines

Mafia Boss Bucky and Stark Reader agree on a deal to improve their businesses. A deal which will unite them together forever, whether they like it or not. Well, that is if they go through with the deal…

*A Moment of Your Time by @stevesbestgirl

A soulmate AU where the headstrong reader realizes that she’s meant to love the brutal mob boss of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes. She doesn’t want to be a part of organized crime and she doesn’t want to rely on anyone, but how do you ignore your soulmate?

*Deception by @avecra

Growing up in the dark business your father ran, violence wasn’t new to you. Rivalries and bloodbaths were something you unfortunately were used to. And in order to save your father from an unnecessary fight, you force yourself into an arranged marriage with Brock Rumlow. But when he threatens your father over a small mistake on your part, you find yourself in front of your husband’s biggest rival and your old friend, Bucky Barnes. With the shared history between the two of you, Bucky finds himself drawn to you once again, and will risk everything he has just to keep you safe.

Gunslinger by @ghostofskywalker

The bitter reality was this: you did what you had to do to survive. And if that meant going head to head with the most feared mob boss of the city, so be it.

*honey, there is no right way by @bonky-n-steeb

when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

*Hostage Of Your Eyes by @sinner-as-saint

You accept an unusual offer made by a very familiar, but dangerous mob boss. And despite the rather bizarre situation and all the troubles which come along the way; old flames rekindle – and you find love again, where it wasn’t supposed to be.

Invisible String by @oitommothetease

James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

*Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight

Soft Mob Bucky Series

Missing by @buckyalpine

Bucky’s baby is missing and he will not stop until he finds her.

Run to Me by @sgtjbuccky

In where you’ve always had a habit of ending up in situations you shouldn’t, and when you caught the eye of the man who ran New York, Bucky Barnes, your life changed. They warned you about him, but the one thing they never warned you about was how you’d always want to run to him.

*Run To You by @bestofbucky

Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard.

The Light We Lost by @world-of-aus

James Buchanan Barnes had been it for you, and you wanted to believe that what the two of you had, was you making it. You wanted to be the other side of the statistics that actually made it, but your marriage wasn’t meant for this life. You fought hard to make your way back to him, to get him to see you, but life had a funny way of kicking you down when you were already down.

*wrong choice, right places by @mvtthewmurdvck

never wanting to work for him or protect his fiancé, falling for you was the last thing he should do—especially when his boss was zemo, who now ran most of the city.

The Maid of Mr. Barnes by @disasterofastory

You get a job as Mr. Barnes's maid. You heard about the notorious gangster, but since you desperately need money and a place to live, you are not in a position to be picky.

Icarus by @marvellous1917

it’s the day after giving the dangerous mobster his first tattoo, and he hasn’t contacted you yet. What a dick.

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes x f!reader #mob!bucky #mob!bucky x reader #bucky x innocent!reader #mafia!bucky

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bonkywobble · 2 years

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Kinktober ‘22 - Day 4

Day 4 - Uniform Fetish with Billy Russo

Pairing: Billy Russo x fem!reader

Word count: 714

Warnings: Language, fluff, sexual content (18+ only): oral (m receiving).

A/N: Day 4. Sorry this one’s a bit late. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Tagging @becauseicantthinkwritings and @cryptidcasanova.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist

Your thoughts are lace with annoyance, but you can’t help it. It’s supposed to be practical, you determine.

There’s absolutely nothing sexy about the clothing. The vest has so many pockets that it’s a wonder Billy Russo doesn’t lose track of all his ammo every time he goes out in it; the pants couldn’t be any baggier; and who decided on that godawful combination of black and camouflage? Not to mention, the balaclava hides the best part of that man.

It’s supposed to be practical, except that Billy has never looked bad a day in his goddamn life. Right now you’re supposed to be practically fuming at him, upset that he left you high and dry nearly five hours ago to ‘take care of some business.' Instead, your libido is reaching rooftop levels because of his stupid uniform.

Still, you step forward until your bare toes touch black leather and your eyes can now pick up the speckled collection of wet crimson on his kevlar.

You consider yourself about as smart as the average individual - Billy, ever the charmer, would protest this - but holy shit if this man doesn’t make you feel a little dumb sometimes, the sudden appearance of this tactical gear making you want to drop to your knees and suck the soul outta him.

(Unfair, you’d call this.

After all the times you’ve flaunted your body in front of me? He’d retort, This is me getting even.)

A dirtied hand reaches up instinctively to pull his mask off and you once again move without thinking, catching his red-stained fingertips only mere inches from the edge. His pupils dilate, the air thick with curiosity and leftover adrenaline as dark eyes intensely search your face, looking for something that he hopes isn't there.

Fear.

Billy sounds tired when he finally speaks, an undercurrent of smug satisfaction lurking in the low timber of his voice. “It’s done. Those pieces of shit aren’t gonna bother you or your business anymore. Okay, sweetheart?”

You smile gently between unshed tears, frustration fleeing from you completely. Though you know your work would normally seem mundane to someone of his standing, your boyfriend understands just how much time, attention and heart go into growing something of your own - a company that’s worth taking pride in.

Tough guys like to fuck around and then hate to find out, he thinks. Whether or not you’re scared of him now, your safety is and always will be worth it.

Pressing your forehead to his you hear him chuckle softly, relief filling his once live wired frame.

“Let me thank you properly then,” you smoothly offer.

Billy smiles. Home for less than a minute before you assault him with your desires and impish wiles. Guess there’s no rest for the wicked.

His now even breathing hitches as you slowly sink to the floor, and though you can’t see it, you swear you can feel his smirk following you all the way down. Your fingers work swiftly to undo his cargo pants and set him free, his thick cock hardening in your hand as you pull it out. Delighted, you begin stroking him, hands pumping in a steady rhythm while you lick your lips in preparation and contemplation. Billy Russo is a handful, that’s for goddamn sure.

There’s a soft bang! when you finally take his length into your mouth and looking up you witness his head leaning back against the front door, eyes fluttering as he stares half-heartedly at the ceiling, seemingly stuck in a lust-fueled haze. Maybe your sweet Lieutenant had come back to finish his original mission, after all.

Your tongue traces the vein on the underside as you leisurely bob up and down, and when your nails dig into the skin on his waist there’s a cursed groan of “Fuck me” as his gaze drifts back to you. Humming in appreciation you push yourself to go faster and deeper, enjoying the taste and heaviness of him on your tongue. Hissing his approval between clenched teeth you sense before you feel his palm settle on the back of your neck to steady you.

The only crime in a war is to lose, and Billy Russo sure as shit ain’t gonna lose you. Not over his dead body.

#billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo smut #billy russo fanfiction #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble writes

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jackohhlantern · 2 years

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rot, ferment, & decompose 🌿🩸

the famously unscrupulous Calder Graves was born too soon, during the fog laden early morning hours of December 23rd, in the coldest wintertide the village had seen in ages. On the bright side, this spared his laboring mother from complete vulnerability - the ghoulish beasts that prowled the woods at the edge of town were sluggish, and slow to hunt through blankets of snow.

more art on twitter/instagram @/cryptidcasanova

#inktober #inktober 2022 #original character #oc #art #traditional art #copic markers #character design #halloween #blood mage #creepy #horror #dark academia #writing #roleplay #dnd #cottage core #lgbt horror #lgbt art

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residentdormouse · 2 years

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I saw a Halloween Stranger Things challenge:

Hellfire Haunts started by @cryptidcasanova

And this idea wouldn't leave my mind.

It's not a full length/more of a drabble if anything (only 500 words), but I didn't want to just let the idea die in my head. So I took a short break from my WIP to just jot something down quick.

Prompts: Eddie Munson - Ghost - "Did you think they could protect you?"

Even in Death

Wavy brown hair popped up from behind the preset barrier. Lights flickered around them, and they could only watch as the table between them hovered slightly and crashed back down to the ground.

“Did you think they could protect you?”

The voice came from Eddie, but it was distorted. Warped in a way only he would be able to imagine. A character only he could create.

“You are all that’s left. Their fate lies on you. Do you flee or stay and fight?”

Eyes darted between all members of their party before landing solely on Mike. Defensiveness took over his posture as he threw up his hands backing away.

“What?! You can’t expect me to seriously take this on by myself! I’m barely standing as it is!”

“It’s not like we haven’t had to fight solo before!”

Dustin began to argue against the objection, and Lucas jumped in to aid the counter argument. Gareth was next to voice his opinion. Then Will. Bickering broke out, slowly building intensity until the words themselves could no longer be deciphered amongst the noise.

“Erica did the–”

"Lady Applejack!”

“It’s not possible—”

“Of course it’s–’

“You have to avenge—”

”Run away? We can’t–”

"Do you think I—”

Once more the table lifted from the ground, pieces shaking and tipping over in the process. Once more it slammed to the ground with a crash. But this time the lights went out with it. The decorations surrounding the space toppled to the ground and littered the floor around them. And once all else came to a halt, dice rolled to land next to Mike’s shoes.

“Do you flee or do you stand?!”

Silence. Shifting eyes. Nobody was going to be the first to interject after that spectacle. Almost nobody.

“Dammit, Munson! You remember the last time you wasted all your… poltergeist shit, or whatever makes you go, on these damn nerd games? Do you want to just poof off again?!”

Harrington. Always the babysitter, even for the dead.

“Come on, just having a bit of fun. Lighten up, big boy.”

“Stop it with that! And no!”

A new chorus of objections began to interject.

“Aww, Steve, he knows what he’s doing–”

”Yeah, he knows his limits.”

”It’s nothing serious.”

"Yeah, Steve!”

"It's okay. Eddie's still—”

“Fine!”

Steve sank back down in his seat and picked up the magazine he felt warranted more attention than the shenanigans ongoing around him. Sure, he felt a sense of guilt over everything that happened in the upside down, but even that had its limits. Paranormal wrangler was nothing he signed up for. But when did he really sign up for any of this.

“Alright! But I’m not responsible for… Whatever happens is not on me, okay?!”

Now that the chaos had fizzled to an almost non-existent buzz, Mike bent over to pick up the dice at his feet. Prepared to throw for a last ditch effort. A final chance at victory.

And so the game continued. New members and old, gathered to join in on ‘Hellfire Straight from Hell’ as Eddie liked to call it.

Nothing could keep him from his campaigns, not even death.

#stranger things #fanfiction drabbles #hellfire haunts #eddie munson fanfic

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foxgloveprincess · 2 years

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Okay but, what’s your color palette for your story/fic/series?

For Example:

It’s A Game Of Give And Take

Poor, Sweet, Innocent Thing

You can base the color palette off the vibes or by sampling from a moodboard or picture. Coolors makes it so easy and I’d love to see.

tagging some mutuals (no pressure 💜): @slothspaghettiwrites @starksbabie @comfortcap @littlelioncub43 @tumblin-theworldaway @bonkywobble @thedarkplume @rebel-stardust @cryptidcasanova @the-iceni-bitch @syntheticavenger @tuiccim @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight

#tagging some mutuals cause i’m curious #also nosy #and i think it’s fun to see how people visualize their stories #outside of the actual words #tag game

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imagine-you · 2 years

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like a secret in your throat [eddie munson/reader]

prompt: eddie munson + vampire + the freaks come out at night

author's note: written for the lovely @cryptidcasanova 's hellfire haunts challenge. everyone go read/participate!

word count: 1.2k

Something was wrong.

That was a bit of an understatement, of course, but something was really wrong.

It wasn't just that the town had literally fallen apart, or that your boyfriend had been one of the causalities. It wasn't just that he had been wanted for the murder of the town's sweetheart, something he would never have done, even though no one would believe you. It wasn't just that he had left you alone and grief-stricken and heartbroken.

It was even worse than all of that combined, because you were sure that you had finally managed to fall right over the edge of sanity and plunge into the depths of madness. Because even though you knew without a doubt that Eddie was truly gone, that didn't stop the creeping certainty that he was out there, waiting on the fringes of your perception, haunting you.

You were sure it had to be grief. That was a thing, right? Missing someone so much that you thought you caught glimpses of them at night. That when you lied awake at night, wondering what the hell had happened in the final days of your boyfriend's life, you heard his voice drifting into your bedroom, beckoning you.

"Y/N," his voice would call out every night. "I'm right here. Why won't you let me in?"

You never got out of bed, too scared to even look at your bedroom window. You could just imagine a figure standing there, their hand pressed against the glass, red eyes staring at you from out in the darkness. It was all a nightmare, you told yourself. A grief-fueled nightmare that had sunk its claws into reality, trying to convince you of the impossible.

So, you ignored the voice, and you ignored the creeping certainty that you were being watched while you tossed and turned in bed, sleep elusive and fleeting, and you ignored the sound of fingers tapping at your bedroom window every night, seeking entrance.

It was just the wind, you told yourself.

It was just your fear getting the best of you, you tried to reason.

It was just branches clawing at your window, you thought over and over.

Eddie had been missing, presumed dead for two months. Steve Harrington had told you, solemn and remorseful, that Eddie wouldn't be coming back. Dustin Henderson had told you that he saw Eddie die right before his eyes, but there was no body to recover because of the earthquakes that had tried to rip Hawkins apart. They told you he went out a hero, a redemption the rest of the town would never know about in the face of the lies pervading Hawkins that he had been a sick and twisted murderer in his final days.

You missed Eddie. Of course you did. Before he dropped right out of your life, you had been with him every day for over a year. He had been your first everything and you had foolishly hoped he would be your last everything. The pain of missing him and losing him had hollowed you out, a bone-deep ache rattling you to your very core, shaking out everything you had vainly tried to keep inside.

Even though the town was in shambles, you knew that life would have to keep going on until you couldn't anymore. Eddie was gone and while you knew there was a massive, life-shattering breakdown in your future, it hadn't reached you quite yet. So, you continued to go to work and deal with customers and pretend like you weren't dying on the inside.

You were forced to work crazy shifts while the town tried to repair itself, which meant that sometimes you had to walk home alone at night. You weren't stupid. You had a pocketknife and a bottle of mace your mom had given to you on your last birthday. She wanted you to be safe, and now that you were regularly out on your own at night, you were grateful for her overprotective nature.

Now, you were walking home, the sun having dipped beneath the horizon hours before. There was a chill in the air that had you walking quicker, eager to get home to the warmth of your house.

You heard a pebble striking the sidewalk behind you and the rustle of a bush. You froze for a moment, town between the impulse to ignore the noise and continue walking, or the need to turn and see what had made the sound.

You were indecisive for a moment too long, because within the next moment, there were three guys surrounding you.

"You're that girl, right?" A guy with a red flannel shirt and long, scraggly beard asked. "The one dating that satanist piece of shit who killed those kids?"

"He didn't--," you started, taking an unsure step back.

"Those were good, decent kids," the one on your left spat. "And your freak of a boyfriend killed them."

"Yeah," the first guy agreed. "You into that Satan shit too?"

"No," you protested. "Eddie didn't kill them."

"Please," the third one scoffed. "We all know the kind of person he was and you're just as bad for dating him. You going to finish what he started?"

You were suddenly certain that you weren't going to make it out of this situation unscathed. The paranoia and fear of small-town Hawkins had made it such a dreadful place to live that three grown men had no qualms about jumping a woman on her way home from work. Your hands trembled as you reached into your pocket for your knife. You brandished it at the ringleader in red flannel, ignoring the way you had gone cold inside from terror.

"Let me go," you begged, your voice wavering at the end.

The man in front of you laughed, looking to his buddies in amusement, before he snatched the knife out of your hand. "I doubt anyone's going to miss another freak--" he started before he was abruptly cut off, there and gone in a second. You heard him scream, his voice going garbled and wet, before suddenly falling away in silence.

The two men looked uncertainly at each other. "What the hell did you do?" The one on your left asked, his voice going high in panic. "What kind of witchcraft bullshit are you pulling right now?"

"I'm not," you tried to defend yourself, but when the guy raised his fist, you shrunk back, trying to make yourself reach for your can of mace.

But before he could even make contact, he was gone, a splash of blood on the sidewalk marking the spot where he had stood just a moment before.

"What the hell?" The last one standing gasped, turning to you in accusation.

A twig snapped off to your right before the man from your waking nightmares came sauntering out from between the trees lining the path. There was blood smeared across his mouth and his eyes were ringed in red. There were leaves stuck in his hair and his hands were curled into claws, picking idly at a blood stain on his shirt. His jeans were ripped at the knees and you could see dirt caked into the arms of his jacket, as if he had taken a tumble through the woods on his way to murder the people tormenting you.

He was Eddie. Dead and alive and showing up just in time to be your knight in decaying armor.

"Haven't you heard?" Eddie taunted, his lips pulling up in a smirk, revealing the razor-sharp fangs that had descended from his gums. He stalked towards the last of your tormenters, reaching out to grab the guy’s shirt and reel him in, putting the guy’s face just inches from his bared fangs. "The freaks come out at night."

#eddie munson #stranger things #hellfire haunts #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #vampire eddie munson #vampire eddie au #stranger things x reader #imagine #my fic

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