#Mr. Percocet

[quotedsongs]

#noah cyrus #Mr. Percocet #music #songs #quotes #song quotes #quoted songs #musicquote #music quote #quote #quoteoftheday #quotedsongs

[cybrpan]

#Spotify #noah cyrus #Mr. Percocet #music

[takemetownderlnd]

You are overly sensitive so I won’t say much

But my heart gets pulled into pieces whenever you're poured up

#noah cyrus #mr. percocet

[holdenreviews]

Mr. Percocet - Noah Cyrus

#The Hardest Part #Noah Cyrus #Mr. Percocet #Youtube

[freakingsodapop]

ur only kind when ur all fucked up. ur only mine til ur high is gone but I just wish u’d love me when ur drugs wear off in the morning

#Spotify #music #noah cyrus #mr. percocet #must be someone elses eyes that I look into everyniiiight

[hannas-utopia]

“You're only kind when you'rе all fucked up,

You're only mine 'til you'rе high is gone,

But I wish you'd still love me when your drugs wear off in the morning”

Mr. Percocet, Noah Cyrus

#noah cyrus #lyrics #my mr. percocet was more like mr. molly

[shes-exhausted]

I barely recognize you when you wake up in the morning

Must be someone else's eyes that I look into every night

You're only kind when you're all fucked up

You're only mine 'til you're high is gone

But I wish you'd still love me when your drugs wear off in the morning

#noah cyrus #mr percocet #Spotify

[reanimatedandmedicated]

various updates and facts about my family

my mother huffed raid bug spray and ate wallpaper paste as a child. my grandfather believes my autistic sibling is an alien and is asking him to provide the winning lottery numbers. my sister tried to kill her boyfriend recently.

My dad is getting married to his seventh wife.

And my little brother (J) is smelting pawn shop jewelry in efforts to make silver bullets to load in .22 casings

My grandfather swears he was abducted by aliens and they modified his cum.

In 2009, he attempted to trade firearms for an alleged crystal skull which he believed contained the blueprints to rebuild Atlantis.

In 2012, my family created a convey of six cars all loaded with guns, ammo, canned food, etc. in order to prepare for the apocalypse. In December of 2012, my grandfather led us to where he believed our family would hold off the forces of evil, a last bastion for our bloodline- A fucking Super8 motel in Forsyth GA.

My mother used to drink blood in the 90s and beat the shit out of football players as a hobby, so she could beef up for roller derby. She raises baby animals, and has more than once attempted to kill a man during intimacy.

All if my dad's ex wives have tried to kill him. He's had attack dogs sicced on him, beaten with a crowbar, chased with a hammer, run over with his own car, and pushed out a vehicle. His new wife was a pen pal he met when she was in jail.

My aunt believes she convenes with the angels when she's hopped up on ambien and percocet, so she's like the goth version of Mama Murphy from Fallout 4.

I was conceived in a crack den in North Carolina. My mother's organs don't like having kids, so much so that both me and my sibling (J) were born dead and had to be resuscitated. In both cases it was due to the umbilical cord playing a game of Hangman.

My little brother (J) taught Igor, our Vulture, to vomit on command. Nobody knows how.

He has been using the infestation of rats at my family's cabin to do... something. He's been running a rat cannibalism fight club, in an attempt to fish out a Super Rat which he plans to do... Something with?

My little brother (M) spends his spare time firing at passing cars. We have managed to make sure he's using BB guns, is the compromise. (J) went through a similar phase when he was an early teen, and would shoot a bow and arrow at the neighbor's house. I did the same with a potato cannon in my youth. It's a tradition.

My dad is missing his appendix. He has no idea where it went and has no record of it ever being removed.

My grandmother reluctantly admitted to having an affair with a ghost in her 40s.

My brother (M) used to love botany. By the age of 6 he could tell you anything you wanted to know about the flora of southeast GA. He had a garden. And he also grew weed for my step-dad until my mom found out. After that he was banned from gardening and picked up junior robotics as a hobby after i gave him K'nex and some Lego Mindstorms stuff years ago. He took apart an air conditioner in a motel once. To this day we don't know what he did with the screws. He builds airsoft guns from scrap and is a mechanical prodigy. He is almost illiterate.

My brother (A) disturbs me. He was raised by the internet and YouTube. He is whatever this new generation is personified. He's frighteningly... Normal.

I am waiting for the shoe to drop and for him to reveal some darkness to him never before seen in my family.

He's just. A normal kid. A little zoomer that watches Mr. Beast and YouTube long plays. He's also the straight man to most of all my family's bullshit. He's dangerously genre savvy. He also has a weird interest in law???

My sister (H) is your average country girl. She's attempted to kill more than one of her boyfriends (will clarify that they were abusive), has totaled three cars and always walks away from these nightmarish accidents unscathed. She was found on the side of the road last year hitting her vape and flagging down a car, while her own was stuck five feet above a ditch in a tree.

She has a job and plans to go to New York to "see what them city twinks got goin' on"

My other little sister (C) is the only other queer member of my sibling roster. She's a lesbian, and enjoys shooting things. Sometimes living things. She, like (A), is dangerously genre savvy and doesn't play into my family's religious fanaticism. She wants to be a firefighter because she is also a pyromaniac and wants an excuse to see "big things burn".

A bit more about (J)- He claims to speak to the dead, and has used this to become my grandfather's right hand man, and the beneficiary of his estate. He is an autodidact, self taught with blacksmithing and metalworking. He dresses well, and also has a hidden laboratory in my grandfather's shed where he has taken a fixation in herbal tinctures and remedies. He knows they're bullshit. But my family buys his potions, and he uses the money to buy pawn shop jewelry and scrap metal to build stuff. He believes firmly in werewolves, and is convinced Furries are a psyop to prepare the general public for their emergence in society. Which is why he's making silver bullets.

I wish to stipulate that not a single word of this is a joke. This is on god, IRL bullshit I have to contend with.

I should probably update this to remove real names what the fuck

[lanasb0ngwater]

noah cyrus also released an AMAZING album

#noah cyrus #the hardest part #mr percocet is SO GOOD and i relate too much for my own good :(

[sluth0e]

#mr rager #drugs are fun #i love you like an alcoholic #i would like to rage #shroooms #Percocet #tequlia #wineglass #i need a shot #or several

[thot-of-khonshu]

Mr. Percocet (Joel Miller x f!reader)

Summary: You knew what this was when the mysterious man in the QZ was offering you drugs and sex.

Content: P in V sex, dirty talk, drug use, angst

A/N: I’m behind on so much writing but I’ve honestly had such a weird time mentally lately. This is an exercise because I miss it so much. I’ll be back at it soon. Love you guys.

You're only kind when you're all fucked up.

You're only mine 'til your high is gone but I wish you'd still love me when your drugs wear off in the morning.

You knew what this was.

You’d always known exactly. what. this. was.

From the first night you met eyes with him in the QZ. Someone had told you he “knew a guy who knew a guy” in Atlanta who grew pot and God knows you could use the escape from this hellhole that was the present.

You traded with him in a secluded corner, guarded by a shady FEDRA officer that was looking to score his own.

“I’ll see you around.” You said in vain.

You didn’t expect it to be so soon.

He came to your apartment when you had people over, looking to find someone who owed him ration cards. He took a small baggy of white round pills out. He offered one to you and nobody else.

Even in this world you knew better than to take random pills from strangers. But somehow everyone ended up leaving except for Joel. He leaned on your couch, slack jawed from his high. His limbs stretched out. You were going to give him some space and go to bed.

But then he touched your hand and he looked up at you with the most incredibly beautiful, but incredibly sad eyes you’d ever seen. And you knew from just that look he had the power of convincing you to do whatever he wanted.

It didn’t take long for your clothes to come off. You, fully naked on your couch with your back arched in pleasure as Joel explored your body. His hands grabbing your hips as he buried his face into your pussy. His strong nose rubbing your clit as he tongue fucked you. The combination driving you wild into a mind blowing orgasm.

It started off as once a week. Once a week he’d come over and fuck you as if his every need depended on it.

And then it became twice a week.

And then every night you’d find Joel Miller in your bed if he wasn’t out past FEDRA curfew.

Countless nights of his cock deep inside you, his hands buried in your hair or squeezing your body deep onto his dick. He was desperate for you to stay, you felt it in his touch. You couldn’t go anywhere if you tried.

Nobody could make you come like this. Nobody could consume you like this. When the two of you met eyes when you came together you felt as if you could really understand him.

And then the morning came.

He was never in bed when you woke up. He was either gone or in the kitchen, making coffee. He’d give you a cup and not look at you, as if he didn’t just make you cum all over his cock the night before and order you to take it all or he’d shove it back in with his fingers.

He wouldn’t tell you what he would do during the day. But Joel at night would tell you so much until he had to stop himself by kissing you.

You knew he couldn’t give you what you wanted. You could never ask him to. What was left to give?

But all you wanted was just one night where you didn’t turn to see an empty bag on the table after your back was towards him.

But late at night, the two of you intertwined in bed, those deep brown eyes tell a much sadder story.

#pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller #tlou smut #hbo tlou #hbo the last of us #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the last of us smut #t

[burninlovebutler]

Masterlist🦋💫

~🚧i know this is messy rn pls ignore it is under construction 🚧~

-> Welcome to my Blog Introduction

ao3 - BurninLove

Wattpad - FaultInMyCodes

-> Worship (Secret Santa)* - Possessive-Obsessive!Austin x Fem!Reader

-> Candy Hearts ♡ (vday)* - Sub!Austin x DomFem!Reader

-> Camp Counselors - Pt. 1 + Pt. 2 - Austin x Fem!reader

-> Talkshow Host!Austin Headcanons

Bikeriders Asshole!Austin x Makeup Artist!Reader

-> Pt. 1 *

-> Pt. 2*

-> Pt. 3*

-> Pt. 4.1 *

**last updated; 04.30.23**

-> Pt. 4.2 [coming soon]

-> Pt. 5 [coming soon]

Just an Intern Spotify Playlist ⛓️🖤

𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘

Themes: friends to lovers, SLOW burn, ANGST, eventual smut, Austin x fem!oc, midsize oc, sad boi/addict aus, fluffy, semi-AU (indie actor austin)

Summary/Intro: Best friends since college, Austin and Elsie are each other's safety nets. Austin has secrets only Elsie knows, and Elsie has too many closet skeletons for Austin to count.

Austin battles internal demons since the death of his father, which caused a switch to flip that would change him forever. His father’s death happened 4 years ago but it still haunts him – in his mind and in little pills.

Elsie has a weakness for wicked, vile, abusive men. Her boyfriend, Nox, is the latest culprit. And Austin can’t fucking stand him.  

Between trying to rescue each other and struggling to save themselves, is there something lying underneath?

18+ as this contains both smut & mature sensitive topics. Please check TWs for each chapter. General overarching warnings at the bottom of this post.

Since this is slow burn-ish so some themes/smut do not show up until later

Chapters containing smut that have * by their name

Forever Winter Spotify Playlist ❄️💞

FW Chapters:

01 - Has He Texted You?

02 - Dependency

03 - The Close Call Clause

04 - Not The First Time

05 - Fix-It Pancakes

06 - Cold Showers

07 - Giving In

08 - Of Course I Do

09 - Thanksgiving Pt. 1

10 - Thanksgiving Pt. 2

11 - Winter Break

12 - Truth or Dare

13 - Dressing Room Games

14 - Hot or Cold? *

15 - No Touching **

16 - When The Night Ends

17 - Do Not Disturb

18 - Nothing There

19 - Not Even For A Second

20 - I Know You’re Lying

21 - Blue M&Ms

22 - Christmas - Pt. 1 - (ft. The Grinch)

23 - Christmas - Pt. 2 - Comeback Special**

24 - Ski Slopes**

25 - New Years Eve (Pt. 1) - Til You Come Back for More*

26 - New Years (Pt. 2) - Say It Again**

27 - The First Close Call

28 - Temporary Fix*

29 - Be My Mistake*

30 - It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

31 - Mr. Percocet

32 - [TBA - coming soon]

**last updated 05.31.23**

[more chapters to be announced lol]

Author’s Notes:

Each chapter will contain a related song suggestion and matching lyrics. I highly recommend listening to each song as they beautifully mesh with the themes of each individual chapter.

-

Austin/Elvis yanked me from fanfic retirement so when I started writing FW, I fell in love with the characters & the storyline. I’m posting here so that maybe others can fall in love with them too.

I haven’t written in a while so sorry if it’s a little rusty, especially in the first couple chapters.

This post ended up being really long so sorry if it was a lot, thank you if you made it this far.

I hope you love it, please let me know if you do.

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #elvis #elvis movie #elvis film #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #elvis fanfic #elvis the pelvis #elvis presley #fanfic #friends to lovers #austin butler x oc #austin butler smut #baz lurhman #baz luhrmann elvis #friends to lovers trope #long reads #long fanfic #austin butler x fem!reader #austin butler x fem!oc #austin butler imagines #austin!elvis smut #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis #ao3 writer #ao3fic #forever winter fic #forever winter series #just an intern

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@jokersfangirl84 @max--phillips

New Works Added ✨

Big update cuz life’s been hectic 😬

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let me know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@haylzcyon Marcus P  Show Me

@littlebirdsbookshelf Marcus P  Roadblocks +  The Co-Pilot

@mandoblowmybackout Marcus P  Relaxation Techniques

@supernaturalgirl20 Joel  The Reason +  And Then It Happened

@miraclesabound Joel  Miasma

@psychedelic-ink Joel  When You’re Reading Me +  Reckless 

@mishasminion360 Joel  The Sweetest Thing

@forever-rogue Joel  He Loves You +  Lavender Haze +  I Like You Soft +  Catch Up

@the-scandalorian Joel  Two

@misspearly1 Joel  When Two Worls Collide

@agentwhiskeysdarlin Joel  The Sun Always Rises

@lavendertales Joel  Mine +  Lover +  Skyfall +  Shameless +  Can’t Help Falling in Love

@wardenparker @absurdthirst Joel + Dieter  Surprising Reunions

@joels6string Joel  Carnal Reflections +  No More Numbers +  Make Me Whole Again

@albertasunrise Joel  No Point

@boliv-jenta Joel  Goodnight, Baby / Joel + Dave  La Petite Mort

@moonlight-prose Joel  Marks of the Damned +  View From the Bridge +  The Wasteland of a Bleeding Heart

@theewokingdead Joel  A Second Chance

@sprout-fics Joel  Woodsmoke

@thot-of-khonshu Joel  Mr. Percocet

@oliviajdjarin Joel  Why Can’t I Breathe?

@omgreally Joel  Hurried

@juletheghoul Joel  Tease

@astroboots Joel  What’s in a Name?

@fuckyeahdindjarin Joel  Seams

@thefact0rygirl Joel  Carved Out of Stone

@ezrasbirdie Joel  Cracked Vessels

@fandom-blackhole Joel  3+1 Song Fic

@spacecowboyhotch Joel  Sweet Nothing Universe

@grogusmum Din  Crash Into Me

@novemberrain-writes Din  Breathless / Frankie  Dead by Daylight

@rise-my-angel Din  Shadows of Mandalore / Joel  Bleeding From the Heart

@kyberblade Din  Just Need You

@amiedala Din  Something Holy

@chaoticgeminate Din  My Heart Was a House

@laters-gators Din  Pure Beskar +  Cycles +  Narcissus / Javier  Compulsion / Joel  Oklahoma Smokeshow

@djarinmuse Din  Your Majesty

@grippingbeskar Din  Request TLOU Scene / Joel  Fic Request

@dameronology Din  Illicit Affairs / Joel  You and Me

@peterparkersnose Din  After Last Night +  It’s Just Paint

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Din  The Covert Cantina / Ezra  Pink Powder & Diamonds / Pero  A Life Together / Joel  Joel’s Children / Javier  The Cinderella Effect

@guess-my-next-obsession Frankie  A New Friend +  When We Were Young +  Lost In Love / Joel  Same Old, Same Old

@noisynaia Frankie  Bacon and Eggs

@hopeamarsu Frankie  The Makeover / Javi G  First Meeting

@artemiseamoon Frankie  As Long as I’m Alive +  Dust

@foli-vora Frankie  Cold to the Touch

@musings-of-a-rose Javier  A Busy Kiss / Frankie  I'm Right Here

@redahlia-writes Javier  Stand By Me

@auty-ren Ezra  Porcelain and Starlight / Joel  Never the Right Time

@writer-darling Ezra  Eat Your Young

@words-are-fireproof Tim  Morning, His Place

@ghostofaboy Whiskey  Double Whiskey On the Rocks

@odetodilfs Whiskey  Delicious Punishment / Marcus M  Lazy Mornings

#my library #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[variety-fangirl]

Till Your High is Gone / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Part 2 here

Summary: High Rafe is completely different to sober Rafe, and you wished he wasn't.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS Rafe is a warning 🥴 😂 Angst! Brief mentions of smut, the morning after, mentions of drugs and alcohol use, toxic re-occurring relations, and the reader being in love with Rafe. Let me know if I missed anything!

Author's note: inspired by Noah Cyrus's song Mr. Percocet, felt it fit really well with Rafe's character. My first fully angst fic (a one-off). Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Enjoy!

Word count: 914

Waking up the next morning was always the worst part, you hated it. Because you knew what it meant for you, what you had to do. The instant regret and self-pity of what you'd done, yet again, as if it didn't happen every couple of weeks. Haunting you, the false promise that you wouldn't end up here again after last night. The promise you knew you'd always end up breaking and repeating, like a broken record. You were like magnets, forever being attracted and brought together in a toxic carousel that you refused to get off of, even knowing that it was destroying you. He had his drugs and he was your drug, simply too compelling not to take.

The feeling of his naked warm body tangled with your own like a suffocating chain, reminding you of the choice you'd made like you always did when you caught sight of him at a party. The chain he had shackled to you, keeping you where he wanted and pulling on them when he wanted you to come to him. Chains that you just couldn't seem to break no matter how hard you tried. He spoke in that husky, tempting tone, that always had you beckoning to him without a single other thought. You were a prisoner in Rafe's unbreakable grip that he refused to loosen, like a siren luring her pray. In this case, his prey is you.

He would watch you like a hawk, following your every move. A cat caging the mouse in with nowhere left to go, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. And he always would. He knew what to say to tempt you without effort, deceptively lulling you with wanting touches and sweet empty promises. It only ever took that one touch of your arm and the feeling of his breath fanning across your neck as he whispered in your ear, begging you to spend the night with him. The promise of things being different in the morning, that he would be different. But he never was different, it was always the same and would never change no matter how much you wanted it to.

You are malevolent and benevolent

You are the devil that I revel in

Rafe removes your body from his own, moving to the other side of the bed. Away from you. Like he does every time, not wanting to be close to you or even remotely touchy. It didn't really surprise you anymore, there was a deep knowing and understanding of how this little arrangement worked. Yet, it didn't make it hurt any less. The tears burned in your eyes, the familiar feeling of rejection and hurt setting in. His actions were always the same, ignore you and act horrid until you leave.

The Rafe you woke up to was the opposite of the Rafe that you went to bed with, you often thought they were different people completely. The way he looked at you, the way he spoke and acted, was all different. It was as if high and drunk Rafe said the words and secrets that sober Rafe would never say out loud. Especially not to you. There was a stark, striking, and significant difference between the two. You often woke up next to him wanting sweet loving Rafe to be the one that stayed when he woke, it was a blissfully ignorant dream that deep down you knew would never come true.

You couldn't believe that the man who lay you down gently on his bed as he kissed every inch of skin available to him in an indigent manner was the same man who gave you a harsh cold shoulder of hate the next morning. The same man who whispered that he loved you breathlessly as he kissed your lips with so much passion you felt dizzy and buried his cock deep inside you as he made intimate love to you, whispering romantic words of affirmation. The same man who apologised for the way he acted after as he cuddled you with his fingertips dancing across your bare sweaty skin. That man was fictitious, something made up to lure you in, someone who you could never have completely.

This was the same man who walked to his bathroom naked with no more than a sharp "leave" being uttered in an unpleasant tone, sounding angry and fed up with your presence there. The door slammed shut with intent, doing what it was supposed to, making you feel hurt and uncomfortable enough to want to leave before he returns from his shower. The tears fall with gentle quiet sobs escaping as you hastily dress in last night's attire, the familiar feeling of being used setting in once more. The hurt spreads through your body, leaving no part of you untouched, pushing you to the edge of a dark place.

And yet, as you walk out the door of Rafe's home with tear-stained cheeks and your chest painfully tight, you know you'll return to his bed when he comes tempting you once more. As he always does. Repeating the same toxic cycle that neither seems to be able to break.

I barely recognize you when you wake up in the morning,

Must be someone else's eyes that I look into every night

You're only kind when you're all fucked up

You're only mine till your high is gone

But I wish you'd still love me

When your drugs wear off in the morning

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #obx #outer banks #rafe cameron smut #y/n #youtube #noah cyrus #song #angst #Youtube #rafe angst

[petitsdieu]

𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓!

alias / name : Melrose, commonly Mel. zodiac sign : Pisces, bby ( no one should be surprised ). height : Round up to 5'3”. hobbies : Writing, watching films/shows, various crafts ( embroidery, jewelry, watercolor, etc ), collecting vinyl records, photography, gardening ( edibles... veg, fruit, herbs, flowers ). favorite color : Pinks, plural. current book : Kinda on a break... but I have to finish: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes, Star Wars: Leia Princess of Alderaan, Jane Eyre, The Face on the Milk Carton. last song : Mr. Percocet by Noah Cyrus, like ten times in a row ( the way she sings... "You, are malevolent and benevolent. You are the devil that I revel in"... just scratches the right spot in my brain idk ). last film/show : Currently rewatching Nine Perfect Strangers. inspiration : There's so many influences and inspirations here! I pick and choose articles, items, and tropes... sometimes they pick her, sometimes my partners throw me things that stick. If I could only choose one though... Helen of Troy is the archetype that I build upon. Which is why you'll see a few Helen things floating in my headcanons tag and not just my inspo tag. And have at least one tag inspired by Her. story behind url : It translates to "little god". She's physically small, internally immense. And religion as non-religion has always been a thematic element around these parts. I like the idea of finding God in a Girl and said Girl finding God in other things and people. I could ramble on this but that's the short of it. ( Fun fact of relevance, if you ever see me capitalizing something that normally wouldn't be... like Her, when it's not a sentence starter or something else... it's a stylistic choice playing off how God's name and/or pronouns are sometimes capitalized. Sometimes it's for fun or vibes of current thread, sometimes it's me trying to point out something uber important ).

tagged by : @fawnworked tagging : @nightmarefuele @klaeus @elenaes @rejectory @bairdsings @bu11seye @ourpretender @felixferitas @finalslay @corruptedforce @v1ctimplagued + if we're mutuals pls do it! the url explanation only is gold. <3

#gardening fruit tho… hard… last year there was a three melon attempt and didn’t get any #* filed under — ( ooc ) ( the director the writer the sap )

[missvelvetsstuff]

Where you goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rich girl/poor biker

Chapter 5

Warnings: swearing, angst, vague oral.

Right after Bucky left town and Y/N was dealing with the after effects the D&C she had to have done due to her miscarriage, Helen Cho gave her Vicodin to help with the pain and cramping. Y/N kept taking it even after she was healed because it gave her a nice buzz and fogged everything up so it wasn't quite so painful. After a while it didn't help as much and Helen refused to give her any more so she found a doctor that would. The new doctor bumped her up to Percocet and after a year to oxycontin. She regularly took 3-5 pills a day.

Brock had caught on to her dependency but she was able to buy his silence. The cost was, unpleasant, but worth the peace the pills gave her.

Y/N spent the night of the funeral at her parents house after arguing with John about making it easier to go through her parents things. Even after he gave her a split lip, she refused to back down.

After he left she drowned her stress in half a bottle of her fathers good scotch and passed out in her old bedroom.

When she woke up, Brock drove her to her favorite cafe for coffee and ordered her favorite drink. After they drove away she opened her coffee and poured in some whiskey from the flask that she always carried. She mixed it in, replaced the lid and took a long drink, letting the warmth flow through her.

Back at the house she started going through her mother's things. Most would be given to local charities but she saved some items that had personal meaning to them. Time passed without her notice until Brock came to check up on her and she sent him to pick up some lunch even though she wasn't really hungry.

Going through the house was worse than she expected, especially on the third day, when she started on her fathers office. a

She found the receipt for a 1 million dollar cashiers check and the contract that Bucky had signed when he accepted the money. She already knew about it but seeing the physical proof that he left her for money, the day after seeing him for the first time in 3 years, was overwhelming. She couldn't breathe and felt like she was underwater. When she finally got herself under control she quickly popped an oxy and a Xanax, washing them down with the last drops in her flask. She pulled a bottle out from her father bar, refilled her flask and took a few good drinks straight from the bottle.

After she let those kick in she started getting angry. Angry at Bucky, at her father, at John and anyone else she could think of. She needed to see her horses, it had been almost a month since she was able to stop by. She stood up a little too quickly and had to grab the desk to steady herself.

"Brock!" She yelled and waited for him to appear.

"Yes ma'am?" He asked when he arrived.

"I want to go see my horses."

Brock grinned lecherously "You know you're supposed to get the ok from Mr Walker before you go."

She smiled sweetly "Please Brock, you know I won't tell him."

He looked her up and down "What's my incentive sweetheart."

Y/N rolled her eyes "The usual. When we get there."

Brock smirked and walked away "Rollins! Let's go."

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Bucky, Steve, Sam and Peggy woke up late, had a leisurely breakfast and then headed to Tony Starks office to finalize their business. Once everything was signed champagne was poured.

Tony smiled "Never thought I'd be doing business with any of Nick Fury's Howling Commandos but I believe this venture will be very profitable for all involved. I have other matters to take care of but I will see you all for the groundbreaking tomorrow. Feel free to stay and finish the champagne or take it with you if you prefer." He shook their hands and left.

Steve drank his glass down "I don't know if I'll ever get used to how that man lives. Hell I'm still getting used to the idea of a house for me and Peg without you dirtbags around all the time." He smirked at his friends.

Bucky nodded "We weren't exactly enjoying your nightly reminders of how in love you were. A little house of my own sounds perfect."

Sam grinned "Not too little, Star is used to the finer things"

Bucky scowled at him "I don't want to get ahead of myself. I have to get her to talk to me first."

Steve nodded "Yeah she definitely didn't seem happy to see you. Who knows what Walker and her father have put her through the last few years. Quill has been watching her stable for a week and she hasn't been by once."

A short while later, Steve's phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket. "She appears to be on her way to the stable with her bodyguards, Rumlow and Rollins. No sign of Walker."

Bucky nodded "Not ideal but maybe I can get her to listen."

When they pulled up across the street from her place, Quill came up to the car shaking his head. "You don't want to go in there, Barnes."

Bucky glared at him "yeah, I do."

"I'm pretty sure you don't. They're uh, not decent."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Bucky stormed towards the barn, so angry it took him a minute to notice the sounds. He stoped dead.

"Fuck princess, your mouth is heavenly. John is a lucky man. If I had you in my bed I wouldn't be putting my dick in anyone else. Oh god, yes. Just like that princess. Fuck! I'm gonna cum. Take it slut. Swallow it all down." Brock growled then shouted when he was done.

"Jesus Brock, shut the fuck up. You want someone to hear and tell John? He'll kill us both.

And could you maybe eat some pineapple once in awhile? Too much garlic."

"First of all, your husband doesn't have the balls to kill anyone, that's why he has me. And princess, you should be used to the taste by now."

"It's not like I'm doing it for fun. Now that I've paid for my trip to the stable, could I have some time alone with my horses?

Bucky felt like he was gonna be sick hearing all that but realized he needed to hide before Brock saw him. That confrontation was coming but he needed to talk to Star first so he ducked into an empty stall until Brock passed.

Y/N stood at the door of Lulu's stall talking softly to her when she heard someone coming up behind her "Jesus Brock could I have more than 30 seconds? I'm not blowing you again!"

Bucky felt his heart breaking for her and growing guilt for leaving her to this. "It's not Brock, Star."

She turned around and scoffed "I thought I made myself pretty clear, Barnes. I have nothing to say to you. Run off and find your pet, Dot. Leave me alone."

Bucky just looked at her sadly which angered her more "Barnes! I told you get the fuck out. John will kill us both if he catches us together and while your life is meaningless to me, I'm not quite ready to kick it yet."

"Star, please. I-"

She slapped him. Again. "Have you suffered a blow to the head? Don't call me that."

She started pacing "Why can't you just leave me alone? Haven't you done enough?"

"Please Star, I want to help." Bucky grabbed her and pulled her to him and she fought him

"I don't need or want your help. Let me fucking go. God dammit Barnes. Let me go!!"

He released his grip on her. "Just let me say my piece and I'll leave you alone." He sighed "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know what happened while I was gone but I'm sorry you had to go through it. I never meant for any of this to happen"

"Doesn't matter what you meant to happen, you ghosted me and my life went to shit. Told me how much you loved me, then disappeared without a trace, leaving me in my father's clutches."

Bucky looked at her surprised "Without a trace? No, Star I gave-" she slapped him again.

"Don't fucking call me Star and get the Hell off of my property. Now." She pulled a gun out of her purse. Nothing big or fancy but enough to hurt. "I mean it Barnes, leave me alone."

Bucky's eyes grew wide at the sight of her pointing a gun at him but he sighed in resignation and left.

After he was gone Y/N leaned against Lulu and cried into her mane. Lulu rubbed her head against Y/N and made comforting nickers.

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Steve was still waiting and saw the look on Bucky's face as he approached the car and sighed. Obviously it didn't go well. Again.

Bucky climbed into the car and grumbled "I don't want to talk about it. It's already beyond fucked and I don't know the whole story."

Sam patted him on the shoulder "It'll help if you get it off your chest. Besides if we're gonna do this we all need to know what we're up against."

Bucky shook his head, the sounds of her with Brock wouldn't go away. He was grateful he hadn't seen anything but he knew it would still haunt him.

"Fine. When I walked in she was blowing Rumlow, I didn't see it but I heard it. She has lost a lot of weight. A lot. I could smell alcohol on her breath. She slapped me twice and when I wouldn't leave she pulled a gun on me." He looked at Sam and spat "Happy?" Then slammed back in the seat with his arms crossed.

Sam shook his head, understanding where Bucky's anger was coming from but knowing that's not what they needed. "Damn, that's pretty bad. You think there's more?"

Bucky nodded "looking in her eyes I could tell. She's taking something. They weren't really red so I don't think it's weed but they were glassy and just a bit off-focus. Coke or maybe pills, I don't know but it ain't sober."

Bucky put his head in his hands and tried to hold the tears back.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this. None of this was in the plan. We were supposed to be back 2 years ago."

He looked at Sam "She said I ghosted her, left without a trace but that's not true I gave Rumlow-" he shook his head "Obviously he didn't give it to her. That bastard got himself a pretty sweet life at her expense." He started breathing heavily, anger morphing into rage

"I'm gonna kill him"

Steve spoke up "Buck, you need to calm down. We need to make a new plan."

Bucky shook his head "Maybe I should just leave her alone. What if I come in to help and make things worse? We just need to get our business going and then I can." He just stopped talking when he saw movement across the street. It was Star and she was headed right for them, she stumbled but caught herself before she fell.

"Steve, Sam, Peggy." She nodded curtly at them "Please don't take this personally but y'all need to get the fuck away from me. I don't wanna talk about it or hear whatever excuses you've concocted. My husband is not above having his men inflict pain on those who cross him. That includes me. I'm not interested in taking another beating because of Barnes.

Just go."

She turned around, taking a second to stabilize herself, and walked back onto her property.

Bucky looked at Steve "Another beating? What the hell?"

Steve shrugged "I don't know Buck, seems like there's quite a bit more to the story. She have anyone close to her that we could talk to?"

Bucky shook his head "her mom was the only one before me and she passed not long after we left. She was close to Peggy but."

The rest of that thought was left hanging in the air as they all considered the situation.

Peggy broke them out of their fog "Let's get back to the hotel and we can brainstorm. After the ceremony tomorrow we'll start working on saving Star."

Bucky shook his head "Even if she needs rescuing, I doubt the so called friends that disappeared on her 3 years ago are the people she's going to trust. She hates me most but there wasn't any love for the rest of you either."

Bucky came to a decision "I need to have a talk with Brock. He should be with her at her fathers house."

After spending the afternoon trying to figure out what to do they ate dinner and settled in for the night.

Except Bucky. He was a man on a mission and Brock Rumlow was about to feel some payback. He bid his friends good night and caught a cab to her parents house.

Chapter 6

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