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Deep Web - 02
Pairing: The Winter Soldier x Reader
Summary: he pays her a visit
Warning/s: not proofread, cursing, violence, brainwashing (buckeroo), please be warned
Word Count: 2149
A/N: I lied 😭 there’s no smut in this one but it’s dark…ish?
Chapter One
“The asset has not completed his mission yet. It’s been almost a month. You think the Captain is still trying to get ahold of him? Shall we put the asset back on the chair?”
“Remind me what his mission is again?”
“The Y/L/N girl”
“Ah… Yes. Y/N. Pretty girl. Too bad… I don’t think the Captain has anything to do with this. I think the asset has gone… soft.”
“What shall we do then?”
“Put him on the chair. If he still fails to finish the mission, take care of the girl yourself.”
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Permanent Vacation
Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary: you were forced to go on a vacation with your mom along with her new boyfriend and his son. what could possibly go wrong aside from the fact that there are three masked strangers waiting for your arrival? Three masked strangers who feeds on tormenting you and your family.
Warning/s: DARK STEVE, non/con, smut, violence, death, murder, angst, kind of an age gap (the reader is not a minor though), some sort of sex drug, car sex, PLEASE BE HELLA WARNED, not proofread, this came out to be so long and I hope it doesn’t get too boring to read :’)
Word Count: 9995
A/N: this is an au fic. It’s inspired by the movie “The Strangers: Prey at Night”. I suggest watching the movie so y’all can picture some scenarios in this story clearer but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. This is also just a one-shot.
Guess I’m posting this before the 30th hehe.
“Hurry up, sweetie! We want to get there before dinner. You need any help with packing?” Your mother asks you from your bedroom doorway.
“No, ma… But do we really need to go on this trip?” You look up at her from your bed with a sad smile, hoping she would just miraculously call the trip off. She sighs and makes her way to sit beside you. She brushes some of your hair back before pulling you for a side hug. “I know you don’t want to go on this trip, sweetie but it would be great for you! For us! You can get to know Franco and Anton much better…” You frown at the mention of her new boyfriend. You weren’t a huge fan of Franco. He just seems… He’s just too cheery and friendly. But you’ve never seen your mother this happy after your father passed… Maybe you were being too selfish?
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One Last Dance
"Can I have a dance?"
A man with a pitch black mask covering the upper half of his face asked me. His face was very pale and his lips were thin.
Looking in his twinkling dark eyes, I felt like I've seen them before.
"But I can't dance." I said.
I wouldn’t have come to the ball if it weren’t themed as a Victorian London one. There is something I find really interesting about the Victorian era.
"Oh Darling!" the man said with a charming smile, "Let me take the lead."
This time I knew for sure I’ve heard that same voice saying the exact same word, “Darling!”
Unconsciously I gave my hands to his. We moved to the dance floor. He put his hand behind my back and pulled me closer.
I was oblivious to my surrounding. The only thing I was looking at was his pitch black eyes. The lights reflected in them as we move along the music. Hours after hours past. But we did not stop. I could not remember when was the last time I felt that much happy. We laughed, we danced and kept staring at each other’s eyes.
A sudden flashback cross my mind. I was dancing with my beloved surrounded by the dark woods. Our laughs were the only sound we could hear.
I pulled away and gasped, “You’re him.”
He came closer to me and whispered, “And you’re her, my mellilla.”
Read Part 2 Here
One Last Dance- Part 2
Requested by @queenofautumn
I’m sorry this took me some time to write. I was very busy with my school lately.
Read part 1 here
We escaped to the nearest wood, hand in hand. I remembered how we used to dance in the dark wood casting all our fears aside. I felt the same kind of fearlessness took over me.
We sat down. I looked him in the eyes and asked, “how are we alive after all this years?”
“Can’t you tell?” he came closer and rested his hand in mine.
It felt like the force of our loves had diminished the inevitability of death and death couldn’t part us. I knew it. I felt sure about it.
“We’re reborn” he began in a whisper, slowly rising the voice by each syllable, “just to be together.”
“And this time,” said I, “no one can stop us.”
