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lunaroserites · 2 days

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Does Heaven Even Know You’re Missing

Paring: Established Bucky X Fem!Reader (Sugar)

Summery: Just a snippet Sugar and Bucky. Steve is alive. Part of the Sugar AU. Inspired by a song of the same name by Nickelback

Warnings: Nightmares, comfort, fluff, no use of Y/N, Not beta'd all mistakes are my own

Word Count: ~1005

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

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Whimpering, you heard whimpering as you stirred awake which caused you to jolt upright and look around. Looking at your phone after you snatched it from the bedside table it read 4:03am. You felt him thrashing a little next to you and the whimpering got louder. Quickly you turned and leaned over him, he was squirming, there was a very evident sheen of sweat over his entire body.

He had been working on staying in bed for the whole night, it was proving to be a difficult task these last couple weeks. A difficult mission seemed to have rocked him in some way he refused to discuss with you. He didn’t want to scare you, but he was scaring you more by hiding it. He was a stubborn man, proud and terrified you would look at him differently if you knew everything going on in his tangled web of a mind.

He had told you once that the first time he stayed in bed all night was the first time you stayed over, he didn’t start in bed and end up on the floor in the living room like always. You brought peace to his soul, calmed his racing thoughts and soothed his worries. With you in his arms, he felt safe.

You quickly pulled the blanket down and off him so he wouldn’t feel confined, you touched the lamp stand, casting a dim amber light over you two. His eyelids were fluttering as his eyes moved frantically under them. You touched his cheek softly and stroked it gently.

The first time he had a nightmare in bed with you, was scary. You had to call Steve to help. Now you have a routine, you didn’t leave. His grip on your waist wouldn’t allow you to anyway.

“Bucky,” you cooed softly, “Bucky,” you stroked his cheek gently again and you felt his grip tighten momentarily on your waist. His fingers flexed and gripped the soft fabric of your night dress. He moved and turned over you, tucking his face into your neck and inhaling deeply.

One, two, three, four, five deep breaths later he collapsed on top of you. His weight was comforting and his intangible murmurs as he came too were almost relaxing. You gently stroked his hair and rubbed his shoulder.

“Just say you’ll stay and never go,” he mumbled into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck. “Never leave me here alone,” your heart broke at the desperation in his hoarse voice.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured softly into his ear as you kissed his temple. “I’m here forever,” you hugged him tightly. He whimpered into your neck and shifted so you were tucked safely next to his large body, cradled into his chest.

“The day I finally felt alive,” he said, his voice trembling as he gripped your mid section tightly, holding you tightly to his chest. “Was the day you fell into my life,” he whispered into your hair, his hot breath fanning over your scalp.

“Bucky,” you said softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he snuggled closer.

Sleep didn’t come easy again, every twitch of him against you made you wake up. Every deep breath made your breath hitch. You were afraid he was slipping again, back into his mind. You feared he was caging himself into his mind, screaming for help he wouldn’t dare ask for.

You felt hot tears well up in your eyes and your breath stuttered out as you tried to calm yourself. He was the one who was having nightmares, he was the one scared and here you were crying because of how it made you feel. You felt selfish. You cared so deeply about him, you fought so hard to make him realize you were there, forever. You weren’t going anywhere.

“Sugar,” his voice was coarse and thick with sleep. “Honey,” he cupped your tear streaked cheek and turned your face toward him adjusting so he was propped up on his arm. He peered down at you, his eyes swimming with so many emotions you couldn’t place just one. “What’s the matter?” He asked softly.

You brought your hand up and stroked his stubble covered cheek and let the tears come freely. “I’m worried about you,” you whimpered out. You hated how emotional you were, you were so quick to cry when emotions got high.

“Ssssh,” he pressed a firm kiss on your forehead. “I’m fine sweetheart, it was just a nightmare.” You took a few deep breaths and tried to compose yourself.

“It’s more than just a nightmare,” your voice was small, fragile. “You’re slipping again,” you didn’t want to sound like you were accusing him of anything. Something in his eyes broke, you were prepared for him to do what he would usually do, put a wall up and ignore it until it exploded out of the seams. His shuddering breath caught you off guard.

“I am. I’m sorry I tried to hide it,” he said softly, he was half lying on top of you, his big hands holding your head and stroking your face, his hot breath fanned over your face as he stared into your eyes. “I’m afraid you’ll leave. If you knew about the things I’ve had to do. The things I’ve done.” You went to speak, he shushed you again. “Not before. Now. The things I do on missions. I’m not sure I’m a soul you can save my sweet angel.”

“Bucky,” you placed your hand over his and slipped your fingers between his. “I’m not leaving. I promised you.”

“Heaven is going to come for you one day. When they realize you’re missing,” he murmured and rubbed his nose against yours.

“I traded an eternity to come and hide away with you,” you whispered back, relaxing under his weight as he settled.

“I’m never gonna give you back,” his voice was soft, and he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. You were his sugar, his sweet angel, his everything.

Feel free to send me a message if you have a request or would like more, or would like to be added to the tag list ❤️

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #fluff #marvel #bucky x you #Bucky Barnes x Sugar #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns imagine

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vilixxr · 3 days

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pretty bird

king!john x gn!reader. mdni.

tags: infantilization a little, one sided love, misinterpretation, savior complex, smut, implied painful sex, anal, worshipping, mans is genuinely insane sorry

notes: john saves you, a bird of clipped wings, and gives you a world for you to rule. a cage put on display, for the kingdom to worship, with you sat in the middle. is that not what you’ve dreamt of?

wc: 835

Imagine John as a king, and you a ruler placed by his side. Born from gravel, taken in to have you drowned in gold.

His pretty bird, his treasure, his beautiful bird. His beauty that he loved with all his heart. More than you could ever fathom.

He loves you, he saves your soul from the creatures dipped in sin, and you never had the capacity to love him the same way. Your mind could never wrap around it, he realized. You could never try and pretend to reciprocate his type of love, where he believes in "till death do us part", while you'll settle for a simple (unsatisfying) "I love you".

You may try, however. Pathetically, you reach a little further, set your hands upon his chest, kiss him with tenderness that makes him chuckle. You fold your wings in, but not enough, just to make up for the love you can’t form.

Oh, pretty bird. There’s no need for you to try. You have no need to do anything, as he'll hold enough love for the both of you.

In the deepest part of the castle, he twists every limb, makes you a doll that fits his desires. He beams at how lovely you look, and the smile he receives in return is something that he'd hang up on the wall. A masterpiece, lopsided. Much more realistic than your plastic smile. It's so utterly human, and you gave him the privilege to view it himself. Overjoyed, it almost looks like anguish. You have no need to know anguish any longer.

For he keeps you safe, encased in the walls of his palace. Safe from what lurked on the outside. Diseased, riddled with infection, that he could not bear to let drip against your warm skin molded by gods above. Those creatures were of no use to have around, and who has he to leave you tortured by the venom they spit?

“My treasure, my sweet,” he coos, atop the throne he worships you in. His hands cup your face in silent revelation, his fingers gliding against the lobes of your ears. The way you try to look at him, catch his eye with that look that screams of beauty, he knows that you feel so much safer with him. Your home, stocked with the world at your disposal.

Oh, he was ecstatic over your happiness. The genuine grin you had shown, whilst covered in lavish robes that mimic the gold that others would only imagine.

It weighs heavy against your body, though he doesn’t mind. All the more reason for you to stay. Weighed down by gifts that he spoils you with, while you whine as if you were drowning. The golden thorns you adorn shimmers against the sunlight streaming through the windows, and he beams as tears, crusted in silver, pool along your eyelids. So happy, you are brought to tears. So, so pretty.

“John,” you sob, while he licks at your skin that glows. He picks at his doll, plucks every stone placed so delicately on your face, and you shiver what he thinks is pleasure. He’ll puncture the skin of your neck, bite and claim, almost as if he were some animal, poised and powerful. He spans a calloused hand down your back, as he yearns to meld with your body, treat you as if you were one.

In the midst of the night, his goals do not stray. The love he makes holds you still, arms tied by his hands, while he treats you as gently as he can. Folds you over as he sinks in, jointed limbs shivering in what he would call pleasure. Beauty, in its rawest form, where he is the only viewer of desire. He kisses you slowly, lips pressed delicately against yours. He wants to swallow you whole.

Love, he gives you. You may whine, and whimper, but it is still love that he gives you. Wraps you both in the prettiest bow that you could not see, while you tug at the hands pulling on your hips.

It's not fucking, the way he his cock forms an outline against your walls, fit just for him, but love in its truest form. He would insist, while he perches you atop him, drown in your whimpers and whines that create such a harmony with the way skin slaps against skin.

And when he finally cleanses you of the leftover sin you carry, you look absolutely gorgeous then, eyes blurry with tears and stomach painted in white. He moves to bring you the comfort you are due, though there's nothing he can do but smile. You let out a cry, another soft complaint of pain, and he smiles in return.

Sweet bird. Don't cry. He vows to fill your enclosure with satin clothes and burnished pearls. Anything for you, so long as you keep your wings folding underneath you. He knows, you wish to fly, yet the sacrifice of love is much more worth it, no?

praying i did king price justice 😭

#john price #price x reader #cod price #captain price #gn reader #tell me king!price wouldn’t have a savior complex #. . . fics

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sessalover · 18 hours

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I love imagining going to an award show with Dominic and both of you guys are up for awards (in my head I imagine being a filmmaker but feel free to change it) and both of you guys win and at the after party you guys are dubbed the new power couple in film.

need this to happen in my life actually,, anyway hope you enjoy🫡

power couple

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: fluff

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“and the golden globe for best actor in a motion picture drama goes to,” bradley cooper paused as he presented the award, “dominic sessa, congratulations man.”

dominic’s eyes widened, the two of you jumping up from your seats as he embraced you. you placed a kiss on his lips, holding his hands and telling him how proud you were before shoving him in the direction of the stage.

“thank you so much,” dominic spoke into the mic, “oh my god it’s bradley cooper!”

you laughed, he may as well be more excited about meeting his idol than winning his first golden globe. he continued to reel off his thanks: the crew, the cast, his agent, his family.

“and finally. i want to thank my life and soul and heart and body and mind,” he reeled on, laughing and placing his hand on his heart, “y/n. you support me every day and i could never do this without you.”

you wiped a couple of tears from your eyes, the camera focusing in on you as dominic blew a kiss before exiting the stage.

the next award was for best screenplay: your category. the two of you always knew you’d be one after the other, which meant win or lose, you’d have to do it without dom by your side. though you remained happy in the knowledge that at least he’d been rewarded for his talents.

“and the award for best screenplay goes to… y/n y/l/n!”

“oh my god,” you gasped, standing up and embracing your team. although you’d done the writing by yourself, it was an industry that required so many people on a project that you could never take the credit by yourself. or maybe you could.

going onto the stage, you hugged and thanked the presenter as you accepted the award and placed it down on the little table next to you.

“y/n!” a call came, as dominic rushed back onto the stage.

“dom!” you laughed, embracing him as he cheered for you, before leaving as quick as he’d arrived.

you continued laughing, overwhelmed with emotion as you approached the microphone, “sorry, he’s just a really big fan.”

with laughs from the mega-famous members of the audience, you continued your speech with a shaky breath.

“i want to thank the whole team, the creators of this film for trusting me with the script, the actors for bringing it to life, the producers for their money,” you laughed, “um, my family. my friends. everybody back home who consistently believed in me, and of course, as said already, so eloquently tonight; i want to thank the love of my life, dominic, for remaining by my side with steady support for everything i do. i love you more than life itself and i couldn’t do this without you, thank you.”

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“you ready for the after party?” dominic whooped, flailing around your intertwined hands in a sort of dance from the back seat of your cab.

you laughed, “let go!”

dominic laughed, letting go of your hand but leaning over to look at your phone with you. he may not have his own social media, but he sure does love to look at yours.

“what they saying?” he hummed, stroking your arm gently.

dominic and y/n are so cute😭😭😭😭 crying i need him

idk if im more jealous of him or her she looks fucking amazing in that dress

dominic and y/n power couple🫡

golden globes are shaking at their power

“i think they’re pretty happy,” you laughed, showing him a couple of your favourites tweets.

the cab pulled up outside the after party venue, dom smiling at you before helping you out the car and into the building.

“dom!” michelle pfeiffer called the two of you over to her circle of uber-famous friends, making you flush. not dom though, to him they were just co-workers, taking this all in his stride.

“michelle,” he smiled, walking over, his hand staying intertwined with yours, “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“y/n, hi!” she exclaimed, pulling you into a polite cheek-kiss greeting as she introduced you to the rest of the circle, “so what do you do?”

you chuckled, “i’m a writer, actually!”

“she just won,” dom smiled proudly, nudging you.

“oh my god, what?! and so did you dom! wow,” michelle hummed, “a real power couple here, huh?”

dominic laughed, as you hid your face in his shoulder.

“we’re gonna go say hi to a few other people, it was lovely seeing you, michelle,” dom smiled, wishing everyone a goodbye as the two of you made your way over to the bar. dom ordered effortlessly, pressing a kiss to your head, “power couple, huh?”

you laughed, cheering your drinks together, “that’s what everyone’s saying!”

#ik those categories arent after each other leave me alone #dominic sessa #dominic sessa fanfic #dominic sessa imagine #dominic sessa x reader #angus tully #angus tully imagines #the holdovers #angus tully fanfic #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa fluff

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anotheryoutubefanpage · 5 months

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This is literally me watching the video over and over

#I can't help it #i love this man with my whole heart and soul #ashton irwin #5sos #anotheryoutubefanpage

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menelaus-blue · 1 month

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as promised tumblr, the drawing has been done

#i know there’s at least something (or someone) in that dungeon who’s delicious!#haha i jest! i just love kabru with my whole heart and soul #there will probably be more art? at some point? but for now all i can do is sketch him bc i think he’s um #well i think kabru is one of the most perfect characters ever written #i wish i could have captured more of his weird and nervous possibly sweaty charm but i was watching a scary tv show #and i really just needed to see a beautiful smiling man #kabru dungeon meshi #kabru #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #mithrun #dungeon meshi mithrun

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rogueddie · 1 year

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I'm gonna need people to stop asking the cast about B*lly because I am convinced that most of them haven't actually watched the show so they just think of Dacre and end up saying something nice. I am sick of it.

Joe Quinn saying Eddie and B*lly would be friends, Joe Keery saying B*lly redeemed himself in season 3; either y'all didn't watch the show or you don't have a single critical thought in your empty heads.

#stranger things #anti b*lly hargrove #and don't get me wrong #I love the joes with my whole entire heart. my faves. my beloveds.#that's why I am giving them the benefit of the doubt. to be nice.#thinking about the b*lly fans following me and just...#you can't get mad at me for hating on him like once every two months because I have so much rage in my soul for that man #I am being nice.#this is me being nice.#holding my tongue.

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mermaidgirl30 · 19 days

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He was a like a clouded thunderstorm. Tinted dark blue, impenetrable, intense, a storm so strong he’d knock down anything he placed his calloused fingers on. Then you came along. Sunlight, golden shades of amber that stilled his clouded grey skies. You were warmth, and when you touched him all he felt was home. The sunlight that sparked wildfire through his veins. A light so blinding that all he saw was you. His favorite shade was you.

#I love this old man so much #he deserves all the sunlight #I’m gonna give this man all my love #feeling inspired this morning #in my feels #Joel miller #Joel miller coded #tear you apart #tear you apart Joel coded #joel miller drabble #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #all the feels #all this love goes to my writing #written with my whole heart and soul #outbreak!joel #joel miller the last of us #game joel miller

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synthshenanigans · 10 months

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#i woulda put darrell but i know he would win #also i technically dont have a favorite i love and hate them all equally #but like soul can kickflip the trident #all of them would be equal no matter what my favorite songs or perspectives may be #which like the point of Cacophony is to consider either perspective cos both sides are equal and neither are wrong nor right and such #but like #mans can canonically kickflip a whole frickin trident #how does that not win #also he has the identity crisis + everything else goin on in two wuv which like same #i have no favorite except its soul #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cj heart #cj mind #cj soul

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poohbea · 3 months

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*screams into the void about one sir crocodile*

#⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ pooh’s rambling again ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹#guys he drives me insane #i love that man with my whole soul #my whole heart #*screams into pillow*#sir crocodile #crocodile one piece #crocodile #op crocodile

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designernishiki · 8 months

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I feel like I liked yakuza 5 a lot more than most people for some reason

#like a lot of people seem to not like it or think it’s mid #idk man but it was one of the games I enjoyed most and I really liked the range of characters you get to play #love me a murder mystery too #idk I think people seem to not like how disjointed the plot is at first and trying to keep up with everyone’s seperate plot and characters #and etc. but I personally really liked how it was all disjointed and the further you get into the game / the more characters you play the #more shit starts coming together and forming a full picture #like don’t get me wrong it’s not perfect and I do have qualms with some. choices. (mostly having to do with majima and #mirei) but overall it’s one of the games I’ve enjoyed the most and that’s kept me interested in the plot the most #fantastic to get a more in-depth look at haruka and to get to really know her by playing her and seeing how she interacts with people and #choices she makes and etc. I don’t think she was a fully fleshed out character prior to that #loved her with all my heart already don’t get me wrong but she just didn’t have much time on screen especially as a teenager to fully get #her personality across and some of the issues she deals with (mommy issues. abandonment issues #etc).#and her and uncle akiyama are a very nice unexpected duo!!!#the different settings were fun too. overall I think the whole thing just felt like more of a streamlined story in a way with drastically #different viewpoints depending on the character #also shinada’s a gift. bless him #daigo feels three dimensional and emotionally present in a way I didn’t see much in other games- even when he’s literally a boss in 4. tbh #the only other time I think he feels really solid as a character is in fuckin dead souls. I think it’s cause it’s SO rare to see daigo in #non-serious situations or vulnerable with people on purpose. dead souls has the first thing and y5 has a bit of both #and I could complain more about how y6 SHOULD have made daigo more present instead of sending him to fuckin jail the whole time but. I do #get that that was kind of important to the plot. I mean to have that power vacuum. don’t think all three of them should’ve been put in jail #but I digress. anyway I got off topic point is I enjoyed yakuza 5 it is very unique in my opinion #y5 #rambling #ALL THESE TAGS AND I FORGOT TO MENTION KIRYU BEING ANGSTY AND GAY AS HELL. THE BEST PART OF YAKUZA 5

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itsgoghtime · 6 months

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@valmare I just finished watching Conspiracy…

and…

I love him. I need more of him.

#screaming #crying #throwing up #this movie was fantastic #and I love him so much #I would like to just hold him okay #like… let me take care of you and hug you #and build that ranch with you at the end of the movie #I would give William ‘Spooky’ MacPherson my whole heart and soul #Val Kilmer #conspiracy #conspiracy 2008 #this sweet man deserves the world and more and I would give it to him #GAH #anyways thanks for coming to my rant #I’m just very much in love in this moment

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sneakyfox55 · 2 months

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major To The Moon series spoilers ahead!

no because the real Quincy--relative to the "real" world our Lynri came from--never actually got to see his family again

can we talk about that please like my heart BREAKS for this man and sure you can say "well like he wasn't actually real because this is the topmost stack and not reality lmbo" but like.

what IS reality?

like! the entire point of the games is to bring up the question "what is the reality we tell ourselves, at one point does reality become... not so?" and that's honestly like, other than the various other themes Kan Gao has so masterfully crafted into this series that's my favorite one because then the ethic becomes, if nothing is reality--if everything is just the reality OR fiction we tell ourselves--what does it really matter?

so if we go based off that, the real Quincy relative to IF-Lynri's timeline just. was basically pushed off to the side. and yeah, there's the version of him within the machine that we play as of course and we get to see that version of him be happy, but how can that account for the original version? did that Quincy not have feelings? did that Quincy just, not have his heart broken by the love of his life after the tragic loss of their child? did she not abandon him? from we know that did still happen, does it matter that it did, maybe not to any other version of them (or even IF-Lynri for that matter since she gets everything she wants in the end) but did it not matter to that Quincy?

and it hurts so much worse to me personally to know that, he would have never know about any of this, and he has no idea that in another timeline so to speak, he gets to be happy. and!!! this even goes back to To The Moon the game (try saying that 5 times fast) itself because!!!!

the real River and Johnny technically might have never reunited.

in fact they? probably really didn't? at least not in a way that could have ever been substantial to either of them. the "real" Johnny never actually remembered their first meeting, and the "real" River never got to feel that closure that she so desperately wanted from him.

but then it goes back to the question of if it matters, since they're happy anyway?

and this all leads to my point about all of this:

does it? does creating perfect fantasy worlds for everyone really MATTER if the real them never got to live out that fantasy world?? because sure, you can say to THEM, it does! in that brief moment before they leave this world, they can leave knowing they did all they wanted! they can leave with a (figurative) smile on their face!! right? isn't that the point?

...but then. where does it stop meaning something because EVERYTHING was made up? how can we differentiate the two anymore?

and at what point was reality just... maybe, not reality in the first place?