Ophelia || Stanley Uris X Reader

Ophelia || Stanley Uris X Reader

Pairing: Stanley Uris X Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Based on the song “Ophelia” by The Lumineers.

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Oh, oh, when I was younger, oh, oh, should have known better

And I can’t feel no remorse, and you don’t feel nothing back 

Stan felt himself sigh as his eyes were forced away from his book once again. How many times was it now? He had lost count, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the song that had been playing in the background or if it was because of your dancing. He watched as you swayed without a care in the world, knowing that he wished to be as carefree as you. Despite the chaos that had happened over the summer several years ago, you somehow managed to remain cheerful and lively. How? Stan had not a clue.

Oh, oh, got a new girlfriend, he feels like he’s on top

And I don’t feel no remorse, and you can’t see past my blinders

“Are you okay?” He couldn’t help that his heart jumped a little when he saw you staring back at him with concern written on your face. “Uh…Yeah. Don’t worry, I was just thinking.” His gaze moved back down to his hands as they shut the book, a finger still wedged in the pages to keep his place. He didn’t even hear you approach him until the weight of the hammock shifted to adjust to you. “You get too in your head. I get why, but you need to relax a little.” You move a bit to look at the book in his hands. “Which one is this?” Your hand brushed against his as your fingers danced over the cover which only made his cheeks turn pink. 

Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind girl since the flood

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love

You were the only one of the Losers who made him feel this way, and it was both concerning and comforting to him. As he explained that the book in his hands was actually a book of poetry Ben had recommended for him, he would glance at your face to make sure that your mind hadn’t wandered off due to his ramblings, but he could only smile as he found you listening to his every word.

Oh, oh, got a little paycheck, you got big plans and you gotta move

And I don’t feel nothing at all

And you can’t feel nothing small

“Can you read me some of your favorite ones so far?” You asked with a sparkle in your eye that Stan simply could not refuse. “Sure but if anyone comes down here, you better go to your side of the hammock.” He tried to be threatening in a playful way, but it only succeeded in making you chuckle. “Of course.”

Honey I love you, that’s all she wrote

With you curled up beside him, Stanley softly read each poem to you. He would occasionally stop, just for a moment, when you moved around so you didn’t miss something. He always found himself relaxing like this when he was with you. This was where he felt safe enough to let his guard down, especially when you had your hands running through his hair. He subconsciously pulled you closer only to have his heart skip a beat when you rested your head on his shoulder.

Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind girl like a drug

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love

He had stopped reading to ask what you thought of the book, but only was met with closed eyes and soft snores. It took him a second to process what was happening and when it finally clicked, Stanley simply grinned. As the soft music from the radio echoed in the background, Stan raised his hand up to move some hair out of your face before he softly presses his lips to your forehead. 

Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind girl since the flood

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love 

Maybe he found himself having a crush on you, but he knew he couldn’t act on it. Not yet anyway. He didn’t mind that though, especially when you both could have moments like this without the world pressuring him to put a label on what you both cherished so much. After his lips pulled away from your head, He saw you smile a little in your sleep. God, you make his heart race.

Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind girl like a drug

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love 

Stanley carefully sat his book to the side and pulled you into his arms. His smile only grew when you situated yourself under his jaw, breathing softly onto his neck. Maybe he was in love, but all he knew is that this made him happy. As the music continued to play, Stan felt his eyelids grow heavy as he studied your features. After one more soft kiss to your head, he willingly let himself rest in your embrace.

BUSTED - b.b.

PAIRING: PROFESSOR! BUCKY X READER

SUMMARY: Nat asks you about a certain contact by the name of “Bucky Boo Bear 🐻💖💕💗” and gets the surprise of a lifetime.

PART 2 | DRABBLE 1

“Hey Y/N, mind if I use your phone?” Nat asked with your phone already in her hand, signifying the fact that even if you said “no” she’d use it anyway.

“I have to call Clint and mine only has ten percent,” she explained.

“How do you live like that?” you asked incredulously. “I start freaking out when mine’s on seventy.”

Nat shrugs indifferently. “I like living close to the edge. I’m all about the danger zone.”

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Heart-Shaped Box 💟 6

Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen, spanking, oral, menstruation.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Okay so probably the last chapter until the weekend. I gotta work, I gotta go do social shit I’m not into atm, I gotta live my stupid life. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter. You make me so excited to write and all your encouragement and awesome comments and memes make it even better. Know that I am forever thankful for all of you and the energy you put into this series is just as important as mine! Love you all. <3

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You weren’t allowed upstairs again, though you were no longer bound. You were brought your meals as usual and your pills. It didn’t stop. The undeniable longing. It remained even when he was touching you. When you were lost in your lust; writhing and pleading for more. And when he finished, he left you worn across the mattress as you lingered in a haze of desire and shame to sink into a fitful sleep.

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NO NOT THE CENTIPEDE

Okay how about this: what if CD!Reader is kidnapped/tortured. How does Reader deal with that?? How does Bucky react to that?! 👀👀

Bag of Tricks Masterlist

Everyone’s been desperately trying to play it cool. 

“Barnes,” Sam sighs, pinching his nose-bridge as he usually does, even if it’s a bit shaky now, “You can’t just demand a nuclear weapon from the United States government.”

“I asked,” a stilted response as Bucky grits his teeth loud enough for everyone to hear, “They said no.”

Steve hums, “How did– well, at least you used your good manners.”

Friday pings sharply and Tony pulls up the incoming call as quickly as he can.  Finally, Jesus Christ, it had only been twenty minutes since they hailed that signal and saw a video of you tied to a chair, knocked unconscious. Twenty minutes was more than enough for Bucky to completely lose his mind. You’d been gone for a couple of days without contact, after all. 

They just figured you were off gallivanting again.

“Hey f-” a wet cough and the screen catches a bit of blood, “HEY GUYS!” It seems like you’ve hand-stitched a cut on your brow closed. Your shoulder looks a bit out of place, but otherwise, you’re alive. You’re alive– and you look crazy as hell. “Hey, look, I made some friends.”

You turn the phone to face two operatives, hanging from the ceiling of the warehouse, “I got their names, their social security numbers, and this one’s favorite color is lime green. Hey…” A spool of fishing wire in your hand is tossed into the air and your teeth clamp down onto a scapel’s handle, “You think they’ve ever seen Human Centipede before? Or have any desire to re-enact it?”

Immediately, Sam, Steve, and Tony scramble to derail your intentions. Laws, this, morality, that. 

Bucky inhales a steady, deep breath and it feels like the first one he’s taken in almost two days. A slow smile stretches across his face.

“Atta girl.”

CD! Reader & Peter attempt to bake a cake to show how much they love and appreciate their friends. But is love and appreciation really worth the food poisoning? ruh roh

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Cheers are echoing from the kitchen. When the throng of teammates arrive, you and Peter are high-fiving over a pile of something. It smells like dessert for half a second until the waft of smoke hits and gagging commences.

“We made a cake!” Peter shouts, clapping his hands together. “Because we love you guys!” You agree, nodding vigorously. 

Sam shakes his head and the rest follow with negative motions: Natasha crosses her arms; Steve shuts his eyes; Tony fucks off immediately.

“Look,” Bucky commands, “The other day when I said I’d rather eat shit than anything you could cook– I was serious.”

You and Peter exchange glances before your hand digs into the trash can. With a tug, you pull forward an exceptionally heavy green doggy bag and where the hell did you even get this because there is no dog for 50 miles around. An impish smirk makes his stomach lurch as you rustle it menacingly.

“Time to eat your words, Bucko. Literally.”

i want the one i can’t have

a/n: here’s brothers best friend part two. the title is inspired by a song by the smiths but a lot of this fic is inspired by cinderella by mac miller so if you’re gonna listen to a song while reading this id listen to cinderella

warnings: smut. nasty smut.

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