Little Lies (Part Fifteen)

Little Lies (Part Fifteen)

Pairings: Steve x Reader // Bucky x Reader // Slight Natasha x Reader // Slight OC x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Implied Smut, WLW & Bisexuality, Dubious Consent, 18+

Summary: You went to Bucky when you wanted punishment. He’d be rough with you because he understood your self-loathing, and he’d leave bruises on your hips that wouldn’t go away for a week. You loved it. He didn’t.

You went to Steve when you wanted reassurance. You went to him because he liked to whisper sweet, sweet things into your ear as he made love to you. He’d tell you that you were perfect and amazing and beautiful. Then you’d get your fill, just far too much of it. He cared too much.

It all came to a head when the three of you went on a mission together. You’d done it a hundred times, even during this mess of a situation, and still neither of them was any the wiser. Your little lies always slipped right through the cracks - until one night, they didn’t.

Part Fourteen / Master List

Tony definitely followed the limousine back here that night. Over the past three days, your hunch was only further confirmed when you caught glimpses of him in the sky every now and then. He was always way, way high up in the clouds, almost unnoticeable; in fact, you only noticed because you were purposely looking for him.

Now, he’d just flown by again. It was unfortunate that you hadn’t had a chance to call him out on it yet. You didn’t want him to get hurt.

Luckily, you finally had a minute to yourself, so you used it wisely.

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the face that launched a thousand ships (4/10)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,114

summary: In a land not-so-faraway, the daughter of Prince Anthony Stark has been heralded as the most beautiful woman in the world.  Men have gone as far as kidnapping her to try to take her for themselves.  But, her cousin, King Steve, has an idea.  One that involves his best friend and the King of his nation’s greatest ally, James.

chapter warnings: bad words

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a/n:  I love writing soft!Bucky so much.  Let me know what y’all think!

“Do you think we need a sash?”

You raised your eyebrows as you stared at yourself in the mirror as the royal seamstress, Emilia, pricked and prodded at the dress you were currently donning.  The white fabric of what was to be your wedding dress fell to your feet like a waterfall.

“No, I think we can do without a sash,” Natasha said from where she was sitting off to the side.  It was strange how well she could read your mind, knowing that you would absolutely loathe a sash.  “Though…” She stood up and wandered over to where you stood on a platform.  “I think the straps should be off-the-shoulder.  To show off the princess’s lovely neck.”

Emilia stared long and hard at the dress.  The corset was tied as tightly as it could go, presenting your décolletage for everyone to see.  She then grabbed a pair of scissors from her apron and cut at the sleeves to create crude straps that hung on your upper arms.  “I’ll have to fix it up a bit, but I do think it’ll give it that little extra something we’ve been searching for,” she said with a warm smile.

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me and my friends dancing to “mr. brightside” 

Howler & the Black Cat [11/11]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 30k Warnings: Vague mentions of icky things, a few games of tonsil hockey and mentions of whoopee. Summary: By day, you’re just another employee at Stark Tower. By night? A justice-seeker known as Black Cat. No one knows your secret, and certainly not your sometime partner in vigilante activity, sometime-pain in the butt Romeo, Howler. But no matter how hard he tries, you have no intention of giving in…

Several days later.   Your fingers curl over the ledge of the roof as you lay on your stomach, peering below into the dark alley. Thanks to your special contacts, you can see perfectly: a group of thugs, exchanging something in heavy black duffel bags. Bucky’s guess had been guns - yours had been heirloom jewels. It’s unlikely, you know - but his laugh had been worth it.   Glancing up, you catch Bucky’s eyes from across the alley - he’s lying on the roof across from you, observing the scene from his own perspective. A roll of thunder from the sky makes you shiver. This will have to be finished fast if you want to get inside before the rain starts. Bucky gives a short nod, and you send him a thumbs up.   You crouch forward on your feet, keeping an eye down below - no one has noticed anything suspicious - and twist ‘round to start rappelling down the side of the building at the same time as Bucky. So being partners in crime - or partners in preventing crime - has had its advantages. You’ve been spending less time jumping from fire escapes, that’s for sure.   The voices of the thugs get louder the further down you go - they seem to be arguing. That’s good for yours and Bucky’s appearance. Only one story above them, you pause, peering over your shoulder at the scene below. Now there’s shoving and shouting. Too bad for them. Great for you. You strain your neck further, and meet Bucky’s eyes. He’s grinning as he signals to drop.   Easy peasy. Loosen belt, twist through the air, and a perfectly timed, arched landing on the shoulders of one of the thugs. He shrieks, but it turns to a strangled cry as your taser claws bite into his neck. He shudders, and falls to the ground as you jump slightly to land on your feet.   Stark knows his tech, that’s for sure.

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Blood Doilies; Part Five

A/N: I wrote this part up yesterday by couldn’t complete it due to the migraine I was suffering from. It had me out cold from 4-8pm then onwards after some strong pain relief. I’m also still feeling super off today, so bear with me, please. I’m sorry for the mess around. 

Hopefully, I’ll be able to start on some more parts and go from there. Even in this story and some others that I have the desire to make a continuation on. It’ll be good to have a day of creativity when I’ve been feeling so lost and spaced over the weekend. 

Taglist: @zodiyack​, @itsfrancisneptun​, @hesagod-notyet​, @fandom-fucking-shit​ & @amy-booxx​

Parts: [1], [2], [3], [4] 

Pairing: Thomas Shelby X Reader

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Thomas carried you up to the bedroom at the safe house. Pol had met your arrival and let everyone in. The children were still with Ada in Shelby’s private residence. Laying you down in the bed, the head of the Shelby empire stroked the clammy hair from your face. Eyes wide with concern and disdain for himself–for not getting there in time. “Pol, I’m going out to find the bastard that did this. Please, can you stay here and watch over her. Ada said that the children were in bed and asleep with Karl.” He said straightening out his coat, stained with your blood and filth. 

Using that as a disguise and appearance that would scare even the hardest of men. “Don’t get yourself killed, Thommy. You’re already blinded by love and affection. Be careful but make that devil pay for what’s done.”  Polly sat by the end of the bed letting the doctor in to do his work. Bathing your body with balms and salves after cleaning wounds. The state of your head meant that it’d be a long night, the concussion. They couldn’t risk you falling asleep and never waking up again. Pol would end up losing the only intelligent communication she had besides Ada and Tommy. 

Her hand rested over yours, she had helped you get changed after the doctor left. Offering tea and painkillers to ease the various levels of pain that rippled through your body. There was so much pain you felt yourself going insane. Driving you to be sitting up in bed propped up on a bunch of pillows. Feeling somewhat better after being cleaned up, but marks lingered your flesh like ugly welts. 

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Thomas and the other Peaky Blinders were on the hunt. The smell of your iron blood on his clothing seemed all the more the motivator. To find the scum that you had married and put the man in his very own grave. Somewhere no one would find him at all. Where he’d very quickly be forgotten and never ever remembered. People who knew of this crime and the many others that he’d committed against his loving wife and children. Tommy would be sure to make it a painful reminder to those people. 

For them to know, that if they harm the ones that are protecting the defenceless, Peaky Blinders would be soon at your door and delivering the execution of their life. Stalking through the streets of Water Lane, an ember of his cigarette glowing. One of the boys had found him. So, it was to Charlie’s boatyard that Thomas was meeting the Peaky Boy that helped and the scum he wanted nothing more than to cut his throat. No, of course, that would have been a death too simple and easy on him. 

William deserved every bit of the suffering that he had pushed onto [Y/N]. That’s what Tommy had to tell himself over and over again upon arrival. There he was the hateful man covered with your own blood, staining that of his clothes and flesh. Without the look of care in the world. It didn’t bother him whatsoever that he’d been laying into you. The mother of his children. A woman that Thomas had found a strong pull to in the short time of knowing. 

He hurt the woman Thomas was beginning to love and that woman was you. 

He stood straightened than a nail, feeling the cold breeze of the night ushering through the boatyard. Surrounding this vile man was the likes Curly, Charlie Strong, Athur, John, Finn and others. One swift pair of fingers plucked the cigarette from Tommy’s lips. Pushing the butt into William’s forehead twisting the embers into his flesh. The man held back was crying out like a child. “Did [Y/N] scream when you beat her within an inch of her life?” Thomas asked with a voice of malice ice. Driving his foot into the man’s stomach, driving him into the earth. 

“I have a means to kill you right here and now, but that wouldn’t send the message. You’re going to suffer.” Tommy promised as a puff of vapour left his lips into the cool air around them.  God knew the Shelbys were good on their promises. Thomas had all the boys lay a hand in the punishment, some cut William’s ears off and wide smiles in his cheeks. It wasn’t long before they all were particularly painted with the various splatters of the hateful man’s blood. Where they stopped for a time, lighting a smoke. Eyes roaming the beaten man. 

One bullet could end the pain he was in but none of them were going to offer such kindness. Instead, they tied sacks of rocks to his wrists and ankles. Waiting just for the right time. When he would wake up again, to nudge William into the ice waters of the Cut. Where they’d thrown all their medals after the war. Arthur being the strongest took that honour. “Tell the fishes, the Peaky fookin Blinders thought they’d like a good feedin’.” He said pushing the man in the waters watching the thrashing waters for a time. The sinking bubbles. Until it was still and not a sign of the drowning man beneath. 

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Thomas returned to the family home and washed himself. Going to see your children and comfort them. Ada was just feeding Marcus with a bottle, Annabeth was sobbing into her dolly wanting her mummy. Clean of all blood. He made his way to the little girl smoothing his hand over the messy curls on her head. “I’ll take you to see your mother soon, I promise you. How about we get you ready for bed for now, and I’ll read you a story, hmm?” Thomas compromised with the stubborn little girl. Trying to make things a little better. 

After the reading, Thomas carried her over to see you. Marcus was fast asleep in the crib. But Annabeth embraced you and sobbed into your chest. Only for you to soothe back the messy curls, kiss your daughter’s head lovingly. Lifting your bruised form to look at Thomas beneath your curtain of dressings. “Sorry to have caused so much trouble for you, Thomas.”  You muttered in a short breath, as he took the seat by the bedside. Offering a crooked smile at the apology. 

“Don’t apologise,” Tommy said clearly, almost like it was an order. Reaching out and squeezing your hand lightly. Causing a spreading warmth in the depth of your stomach. Butterflies flitting about. You honestly at that time thought it was the pain medication making you feel this way. Not the man waiting by your side so faithfully. It was beyond nice having him there. The mere presence of him comforted you, and you saw that the storm behind his gaze had lowered to a dull simmer. Not at all the burning desire to kill when you were fading in and out of consciousness throughout the night.

“You killed him didn’t you?” You felt balls for asking but you needed to know. If you’d continue to be hunted and hurt. If the sleep little lives in the room would be at risk of harm. Annabeth was rested in the crook of your shoulder breathing calmly in her sleep. Murmuring her own little language of talk that only she understood herself in that frame of time. Dolly was on your stomach, and never too far from the little girl out of fear that she’d react badly from the absent dolly. 

There has been enough upset for one day, and you didn’t want to see tears streaming down your lovely daughter’s cheeks. It would just break your heart at that moment. There had been enough heartbreaking pain for one day after everything that happened in the evening. 

No,  instead, you spoke with Thomas until the early hours of dawn had ushered in the sleep that you were now allowed. The aching body fully accepts being pulled under by dire need. Drifting off mid-conversation, but Thomas didn’t at all seem to mind. No, instead, he began to fall asleep his hand over your own.

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A Sebastian Stan Twin AU

A/N: This will most likely be the last chapter posted on tumblr, it’s depressing and discouraging and it’s not good for me. I know I said I’d post it all here, and maybe I will once it’s all over and I don’t have to care anymore, but for now I can’t do it. Ao3 has a lot of issues, I’m not too fond of that either, but it’s less visible to me since I’m here every day and there once a week tops. 

Also I tried something new in terms of structure, hope it works.

Anyways, I really hope you enjoy. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks.

The editor is, as per, the lovely @mischief-in-mirkwood who also is responsible for the picture. Thank you so much, babe. You are literally the fucking best.

Chapter 13

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 please read them first

By: @lowkeysebastianstan

Word Count: 8219

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: 1st Person POV, Internal Monologuing Like There’s No Tomorrow, Slow Burn, Smut, And Some Fluff, Maybe a Little Angsty Fluff. And Some Angsty Angst. Cat :). Oh, and language.

Seb and Alex. Photo: LK

My head was spinning when I saw the number float in front of my eyes, and I wanted to hurl the phone across the room. Stunned didn’t cover it, I felt in shock, I couldn’t even begin to wrap my head around it. FUUUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, F—I tried to stop my hand from shaking and restart any mental facilities I might still possess, but I was still unable to decide on an action. FUCK! GET A GRIP! GET A GRIP! The image of Sebastian Stan kissing someone—me, it was me —on the street, of Alex’ dejected form as I walked out the door, of Seb across from me at breakfast, of Alex leaning back on the couch above me—a literal series of greatest hits flashed before my eyes, fuckfuckfuck, and I jolted back to life and hit answer.

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