⋆⁎✽๛ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 --- For Requests

this was the best birthday gift I've received, really! You are my everything, my heart, and I mean it. "I love you" will never be enough for me to say what I actually fucking feel for you.

Champagne

happy birthday to the talented and beautiful @thehydraethereal! just something short for you, enjoy your day! i love you!

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

You were unhappy dating Steve Rogers: though he was a good man, he wasn’t a good boyfriend–dedicating your life to helping others rarely leaves you time for your loved ones, and you never wanted to bring up feeling neglected because you were afraid you’d come off as selfish, and that he’d break up with you for it, but now, you’re thinking of breaking up with him.

You’re having a little party of sorts at Bucky’s house tonight, because Steve said he wasn’t going to be in town and didn’t want you staying alone. He was supposed to be back in time for your event but Bucky told you he got held up on a mission and kindly let you host at his house instead.

There aren’t more than 20 people, but it’s a magnificent night all the same–a night filled with people who are actually there for you.

“To you,” Bucky says as he raises his glass, and you smile as you clink yours with his before downing the glass of champagne.

You’ve always been a bit of a lightweight, but you can immediately tell something is wrong when your vision blurs just as you remove the cool glass from your lips. You nearly drop it but Bucky swoops in last second with a chuckle and carefully places it on a side table.

“Careful, gorgeous.”

His usually gruff voice suddenly sounds sultry and velvety, but maybe you’re imagining it because of your sudden vertigo. You give it a few seconds but no, something is still really wrong. 

Your head falls forward and you nearly topple over, caught at the last moment by a strong metal arm wrapping around your waist. Staring up at the ceiling with a weak neck unable to support your throbbing head, your hazy vision meets Bucky’s steel blue eyes, glazed over with something like excitement, even though you’ve practically fainted. You hear a small tick hit the ground, like a vial dropping onto wood, but Bucky’s voice overpowers it.

“Steve always tells me to take care of you when he goes out of town, but this time, sweetheart, he’s not coming back. I made sure of it.

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[my beloved taglist: @keito-123, @vogueprincess, @mybabygirllove, @chinggay85-blog, @buck-star]

What the hell? Thunderbolts* In Theaters | dir. Jake Schreier

i wanna change my theme to navy blue or brown but burgundy is my characteristic color whad do i do help

please stop putting your rape fics in girlblogging tags 😭 like you do you but fanfiction is not girlblogging

Considering half my followers and readers are girlblogs, I use the tag knowing they'll find my fics easier. I did my job and put the warnings, I did my job and put the 'read more' button. I'll try not to post anymore under the girblogs' tags, but this was really unnecesary. If you see the warnings and don't like them, JUST. SCROLL. If you're a minor (many minors are girlblogs) SCROLL and BLOCK ME. Please and thank you.

my fav misunderstood boy

It's just crazy that some days, you watch countless of movies with your characters and you don't have even the tiniest drop of inspiration and you write NOTHING and some days you write a 25k masterpiece after seeing one GIF.

Us, writers...ugh.

JAMES BUCKY BARNES' MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: (THIS CONENT IS DARK) This masterlist and its containing belong to The WINTER SOLDIER, so beware. You may stay as long as you would like, but i am sure that once you enter his district, you will never want to leave ever again. Make yourself comfortable and create and enjoy some magic with me. Any special requests, questions or just simple discussions will be submitted in my INBOX. You will be following these RULES and maybe you would like to check out my MAIN MASTERLIST as well. Below you will find my works, such as:

༊ ONESHOTS

➦ How it glistened as it fell

༊ DRABBLES

➦ Frightening New World (ft. Sam Wilson)

༊ SERIES

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his hand, so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

throwback to this 😭 THANK YOU AGAIN ML

Can i request a rafe cameron oneshot please? With daddy kink, something like Rafe manipulating reader into believing he's the only one who would love her since not even her dad loved her, it can start with them figthing and making her cry just to console her with the same hands that hurted her <3

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴀʙᴜsɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ; ᴀʙᴜsɪᴠᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ! ᴋɪɴᴋ; ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪssᴜᴇs; ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴅɴɪ ɪғ ᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ!!!

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀʜʜʜʜ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ɪssᴜᴇs sᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʜɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅᴅᴅᴅ! ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʜʜʜʜ! (ᴛᴀɢ: @rvfecamerons ɪʟʏʏʏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ᴜ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅᴅᴅᴅ)

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

You stand in the dimly lit living room, your heart pounding as you watch Rafe pace back and forth. His eyes, once a soft blue that you loved, now seem dark and unreadable. He's furious. You don't know why, but you assume it's his father. You’ve been building up the courage to say this for weeks, and the words finally tumble out, even though you know you shouldn't say this now.

“I’m leaving, Rafe. I can’t do this anymore.” you whisper, your voice shaking.

The air grows still. Rafe stops pacing and turns to face you. His jaw tightens, and you can see the fury building behind his gaze. You take a step back, regretting your choice of words, but it’s too late to take them back now.

You pity yourself. You know you're not brave or smart enough, actually. That's how you felt your entire life. That's why you thought leaving Rafe. He is everything you aren't: smart, rich, admired. You're just the dumb, overly emotional girl who has never been loved. And also...his agressive acts are getting worse, reminding you of your father. And you hate that with burning passion.

“The fuck did you just say?” His voice is low, dangerously calm, sending chills down your spine. You let out a shaky sob, closing your eyes to stop the tears threatening to fall.

"I asked you a fuckin' question!" he yells, the sudden change of tone making you flinch. When you don't answer, he laughs, half annoyed, half patronising.

"Oh, wow..." he says, raising his hands mockingly, "not so brave anymore, huh?"

"w-well..I-" you start, trying to make your voice sound steady.

In an instant, he’s in front of you, his hands gripping your wrists tightly. The suddenness of his movement and the intensity in his eyes make you gasp. His fingers dig into your skin, and you wince, the pain mixing with the terror that’s quickly rising inside you.

“Are you talkin' back, tryin' to get fuckin' smart with me?,” he shouts in your face. You screw your eyes shut, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Your insticts make you pull away, but his grip tightens. "Hey!" he yells, pulling you into his chest, his hands gripping yours unforgivingly. "Open your fuckin' eyes and look at me!" he demands.

When you don't obey his command, one of his hands leaves your wrist and connects with your jaw. He holds your head up, forcing eye contact, and your teary eyes meet his dark ones, sending new waves of pure terror through your body. The grip on your jaw is painful, but not as the flashbacks that flood your mind.

You remember the way your father used to do the same thing when you talked back or refused to do something he asked you to.

Panic makes you choke on air, and you let out a frightened 'I cannot breathe, R-Rafe...'

The room seems to close in around you, and all you can focus on is the pain in your wrists and the darkness in Rafe’s eyes.

He doesn’t seem to hear you, or if he does, he doesn’t care. “You think you can just leave? Okay, do it, baby! Where you goin'? To your daddy's? That used to beat your ass?.” His voice is harsh, making you whimper. His words hurt more than anything.

He finally loosens his grip slightly, just enough for you to gasp for air. But he doesn’t let go. “You’re not leaving,” he repeats, his voice softer but no less menacing. “Do you understand?”

You nod frantically, desperate to placate him, to make this nightmare end.

For a moment, he studies your face, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he releases your wrists. You stumble back, cradling them to your chest, your tears falling freely now. Your heart races, and you feel a cold dread settle in your stomach. He approaches you again, pulling you into an intoxicating hug. You sob in his chest, tears soaking his shirt. He gently soothes you, caressing your back. It feels so wrong, but yet there you are, letting the man that hurt you also comfort you.

"Daddy's here, baby..." he says, the nickname he gave himself lowkey making you sick. "I love you, only me", he says, smiling as he grips your chin and makes you look at him. "I'm your everything, baby. Never forget that. I really love you, baby..." he whispers, resting his chin on the top of your head.

You nod again, unable to find your voice, the fear still gripping you tightly. You know in that moment that things have changed, that you’re trapped in a way you hadn’t fully realized before. And the worst part is, you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to escape.

"It's okay, baby...Daddy's here." he finished, making your skin crawl.