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[gxrlcinema]

(bury me) in all my favorite colors

PAIRING: Emo!Wanda Maximoff x Sokovian! Reader

SUMMARY: Your world went gray when Wanda chose HYDRA over being with you. When she shows up at your door, it has you seeing red.

A/N: This fic is for @elijahs-wife's 1k followers writing challenge! The prompt was "I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow / You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now" from "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls. I don't know how on prompt it turned out to be, but here it is. This is my first time writing Wanda, so please let me know what you think! Title is from "Cancer" by My Chemical Romance.

WARNING(S): angst, unhealthy relationship dynamics, lightly implied smut, mentions of HYDRA, no happy endings we die like men

WC: 2,093 (idk how this happened this fic has no business being this long)

MASTERLIST / AO3

MOODBOARD FOR THIS FIC (made by @belladonnabarnes)

Your apartment building is ugly; five floors of thin walls with little insulation and no elevators. The outside is no better, just a wretched gray color and rows of windows. Most of the buildings in Novi Grad are equally as dull. It’s the remnants of communist architecture, cheap and functional with all the aesthetic appeal fascist states have to offer. You’re almost grateful for days like today, when the rain comes down so hard against your window that you can’t make out the details of the identical building across the street.

Your Sokovia used to burst with all different hues. Nights were spent in the neon glow of downtown bars, days were filled with protests and the tangible red hot fury of your friends and fellow countrymen. But then HYDRA had shown up with their promises of painting the streets in blood-red revolution. Not one of your friends had come back after going in for HYDRA’s experiments. Nobody does. The last of your colors had run out with your girlfriend, when she abandoned you, seduced by HYDRA’s bloody promises too.

(It shouldn’t have surprised you. You knew Wanda Maximoff down to your bones, and she’d always been capable of doing the wrong thing and convincing herself it was for the right reasons. She’d always been hungry for revenge. Besides, red was her color.)

A knock at your door startles you from your thoughts. It’s specific: one, two-three. You recognize the pattern instantly, breath catching in your throat.

It can’t be.

The knock comes again, more frantic this time but the same beat. One, two-three. You rise from the couch, eyes trained on your front door. One, two-three, it comes again. One, two-three; one, two-three; one, two-three.

You rush towards your front door before you can even think about it, desperation clawing at your throat. Your hands are unlatching all three locks and your chest is swelling with foolish, golden hope and you finally get it unlocked and swing the door wide open only to reveal-

“Wanda.”

Mid-knock. Dripping from the heavy rain and shaking like a leaf. Peridot eyes trail up and down your whole form, and then they catch yours.

She’s as vivid as she is in the technicolor memories that play in your mind all day long. Her long dark hair, wet and stuck to her forehead, arranged in a braid down her left side. She’s clad in a black leather jacket, and your favorite red minidress of hers, black tights disappearing into the well-worn combat boots on her feet. Her eyeliner is the same charcoal black, running in gray streaks down her pale cheeks, a casualty of the rain.

“Y/n,” she says, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

(You’d always sworn she was a witch; that there was an ancient blood magic in her smile that could make you forget your own name.)

You step back from the door and let her in without a moment of hesitation.

Her waterlogged combat boots squelch against the hardwood floors as she enters your apartment. She gives you a sheepish smile, removing them along with her sweater and tights and leaving them in a pile beside the door. You go to sit on the couch but you don’t take your eyes off her the entire time. If she’s a mirage, you don’t want her to disappear.

Once she’s shucked the wettest of her clothes, she walks over to the couch. You hand her a blanket and she smiles politely, wrapping it around herself. She settles herself at the far end of the couch (not close the way she used to, when you’d complain she was practically on top of you and the ghost of the child she’d never been haunted her laugh).

Wanda shifts her gaze across your living room rug. Her brother, Pietro, had gotten it for you years ago, when you moved into this apartment. Wanda had insisted on the rich maroon, to “bring color to that shithole you live in”. She had helped you decorate, giving her blunt input on just about everything in your place. Now, she looks like she’s taking in its details for the first time. In just a matter of months, she’s become a stranger in your home.

The gulf between you is really just the length of two couch cushions - about the size of Pietro, you knew from experience - but it feels insurmountable. You don’t know why, but it feels like she’s getting further from you. It’s as though every moment you sit here in stilted silence she slips further and further away.

“I didn’t think you’d ever come back here,” you say, unable to bear the thought of her getting further for another second.

Wanda purses her lips. “I wanted to see you,” she says without looking up.

You know Wanda Maximoff down to your bones, so you know her tells. That tick in her jaw, the inability to make eye contact - Wanda doesn’t shy away when she wants something, only when she’s scared she won’t get it. What you don’t know is why. What could be so awful that she’d come all the way here and not say it to you? What could she do that you wouldn’t forgive? What would she not want to admit?

No.

Your blood runs cold, your eyes scanning over her once again. Wanda still does not look at you, but you can see it now, how her profile is tinged in an unmistakable shade of shame.

(Not one of your friends had come back after going in for one of HYDRA’s experiments. Nobody does.)

She must sense your recognition. “Pietro and I report for experimentation tomorrow morning.”

All your air abandons your lungs from the impact. It is one thing to know that someone is dying; it is quite another to discover that they’re basically already dead. The golden hope that had risen in you earlier shrivels back like a dead vine. Your whole body is numb, and you feel so pathetic, so stupid, to think she’d come back for you-

“I begged you,” you whisper.

(You had begged her. You’d stood a foot from where you’re sitting now, on the verge of tears. Don’t do this to me, you’d pleaded. Don’t force me to watch you die. And then you’d watched her collect her things and walk out of your life, because she loved you enough to give you that mercy.)

“I know,” she says. She doesn’t sound the least bit sorry.

(You should’ve known better. Wanda has no mercy.)

A bitter laugh fills the room, and only after seeing Wanda flinch do you realize that it’s yours. The anger catches up with you all at once, gnawing away at the numbness of your shock. Your hands shake in your lap. Your cheeks heat. Why should you be shocked, when you know Wanda down to your bones? She has always had an equal capacity for compassion and cruelty. You have always loved her bittersweet. Wanda was the type to love you so much she needed to see you again.

You push yourself up from the couch, unsure of what you’re going to do but incapable of holding yourself still any longer, of being here without an exit strategy. Wanda must read it on your face, because she jolts up from the couch and grips your arms in a frenzy. You try to shake her off, to distance yourself from her, but Wanda isn’t going anywhere. She’s so close to you, you can see every detail of her face.

Tears clump in her long eyelashes, muddle the smudgy mess that’s already been made of her eyeliner. Beneath it, you can see the faded violet of sleepless nights.

“I miss you so much,” she says, a prayer and a plea and the barest hint of the apology she’ll never give you. “I don’t want to miss you tonight.”

She is so young and so old all at once; the ghost of the child she never was and the spirit of the woman she’ll never get to be twisting her face in different directions. Her eyes are wide, pleading and fearful and nervous and hopeful and only a little bit sorry. It’s not fair; she’s finally looking at you, but it gives you no satisfaction. It just makes your chest ache for her.

You feel dizzy, feel like you’re going to suffocate on all the shades of blue and green and red she’s just shown you. You try again to pull away from her but she holds you firm. Your chest heaves, brushing up against hers with how close you are, and you think you could kill her for loving you this much and this wrong, and-

Oh.

Two truths hit you in a single moment:

The first is that Wanda didn’t come here for your kindness. She knew that you would be angry with her, that you wouldn’t be able to love her gently in the wake of what she’s told you (that you wouldn’t be able to love her gently at her wake). She wants you to destroy her. She wants you to end her before they do. If this is to be her last night on earth she wants punishment, wants absolution, wants to be known as the wretched thing she is so that someone might remember her correctly. She wants to be buried, and she wants you to do it.

The second - a truth so sickening and dirty and cruel that it makes your chest ache - is that she knows you’ll give her what she wants. Because you love her. Because you can’t leave her alone to suffer her last night on Earth when you could hold her hand through it. Wanda might have no mercy but you do.

You know Wanda Maximoff down to your bones. She knows you down to hers too.

Her eyes are hypnotic, as they look into yours now, the sage green around her irises calling to you like a siren song. All you need to do is lean in to seal your fate. All you need to do is-

Colors burst behind your eyelids as your lips meet hers.

The two of you mash yourselves together, more a battle than an embrace. Her hands find your waist in an unyielding grip, desperate in their mission to keep you exactly where you are. Your hands are all over, mapping every inch of her skin so that you might recall it later.

If it’s Wanda’s will to be remembered, you will remember her. You will remember the softness of her naked hip under your hand and the dried out skin of her lips. You will remember her merciless kiss. You will remember the sweet smell of her perfume and the satisfied sounds she makes as you dive deeper into the kiss. You will remember how she shivered, still wet from the cold, and how you held her closer on instinct.

Wanda is still soaking wet. When she finally allows you to breathe, you notice that there’s a large water spot on the front of your clothes. You take a minute to catch your breath.

“We should get cleaned up,” she says, voice soft and misplaced mischief sparkling in the depths of her eyes.

There’s a dreadful satisfaction in knowing someone well enough to predict their behavior and then seeing that behavior play out exactly as you thought it would. You can see it painted across her face. It makes you furious and you think you might cry but no - the tears do not come. You will not cry for Wanda Maximoff if she has not asked you to.

Wanda grabs your hand and gently pulls you into the bathroom down the hall. She smiles that blood magic smile again, as if she didn’t already have you right where she wanted you.

If it’s Wanda’s will to be buried tonight, let her be buried in you. Let her be buried in your pathetic little heart, broken too many times over but still beating furiously as she turns the shower on. Let her be buried along with all your other blood-red revolutionary friends. Let her be buried in the pain and fury and grief that will bubble up in you when you think back on tonight. Let her be buried in your kiss.

If it’s Wanda’s will to be buried tonight, let her be buried at the intersection of your white hot pain and her red hot rage. Let her be buried in your favorite shade of pink.

Special thanks to @firefly-graphics for the dividers, and @dizzydancingdreamer and @kneel-bitches for convincing me this was good enough.

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[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

Until the last note plays

Summary: After his funeral, Elijah comes back to you for one last dance; one last goodbye.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Prompt: "We slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see / is one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek" — Liability, Lorde

Warnings: angst, slight mentions of death

Words: ~800

A/n: This is my entry for @elijahs-wife 1k followers writing challenge. I'm surprised I finally managed to write this because I had a completely different idea in mind but still, I think this turned out pretty nice! I hope you all enjoy!💗

Taglist: @elijahs-wife @hellotvshowtrash @dumble-daddy @nalledimessi @xxwritemeastoryxx @mrs-maximoff-kenner @lady-salvatore @thatweirdoleigh

A sweet, cracky music woke you up, insinuating in a dream you forgot the moment you opened your eyes. All it left behind was the bitter feeling of leaving too soon.

The bright light confused you for a whole minute before you realized you weren't in the dark embrace of your bedroom. You were in the living room, laying on the sofa and bathing in the dawn's sunshine. The thick curtains on your windows were wide open, forgotten there in the weariness of the previous night.

Squinting your tired eyes, you slowly got up to bring darkness back in the house. The golden rays wounded your eyes this early in the morning like burning needles.

The music that woke you up still caressed your ears, a dreamlike melody that you didn't know but spoke to your heart in more ways than one. It took you a couple more steps to realize the music was anything but a dream.

You turned to your gramophone, an old thing you had found many years before in a small thrift store but never managed to make it work, on which a record was slowly playing. The unknown chords swayed in the air like tiny, invisible dancers.

"Do you like it, my love?"

Your heart jumped in your throath when you heard his voice, its steady beat now racing head to head with your disjointed thoughts. It couldn't be him. As much as you wished it would, it simply couldn't...

"I told you that I could fix it."

He placed his arms around your waist, drawing you closer and pressing his body against your back, and you drowned in the smell of his cologne, fresh and poignant as you remembered. Closing your eyes, you leaned against him as his lips gently stroked your skin, a feathery touch on your neck.

You placed your hands on his, gripping tight as you turned your head towards him. When his eyes met yours, you felt the lump in your throat grow even more, almost cutting your breath off.

"Elijah..."

Many words begged to be spoken, full of pain, anger, love. All of them fought in your lungs to be the first to finally leave the cage between your ribs with your next breath. But above them all, only a few won.

"I miss you so much." A tired whisper that rolled easily off your heart.

He didn't answer right away. He kissed your forehead, lingering there enough to silence all your thoughts, bringing a calmness in your mind that only he was able to create. When he finally spoke, his breath was warm like a summer wind.

"I know, my love... but I'm here now."

As you let yourself cradle in his comforting touch, Elijah started swaying with the slow rhythm of the song. His head was gently resting against yours, your bodies fitting perfectly with each other.

Not one edge out of place, not one hole left empty.

"The song is almost finished" he murmured in your ear, his grave voice vibrating in your chest.

And then I'll have to go. That was the rest of the sentence that he didn't dare to utter, but those unspoken words reached you nonetheless.

"I wish it could go on forever..." You held tighter on Elijah's arms as his grip started loosening. "I'm not ready to let you go."

"You don't have to. Not yet." He kissed your cheek so lightly, and despite the feeling that bloomed under your skin, it tasted like goodbye. "You can't recover from a wound in one single night. Time and care are what you need to-"

"Forget?"

"Heal."

"I will never heal from your love."

You turned towards him, finally facing him with tears on the verge of falling. His steady silhouette had been replaced with a mere ghost of what he had been. The sunshine coming from the window shone through him, making his features seem even more ethereal.

Despite your trembling hands, you placed them on both sides of his face, you thumbs softly caressing his cheeks. With every note that flew out of the gramophone, his skin felt less and less real to you.

"You were everything and more, Elijah. My heart will never stop bleeding as long as it beats in my chest."

The small smile that graced his lips was full of sadness and regrets but still managed to light your heart on fire. That was all it always took for you to burn. His smile.

As the last chords echoed in the air, you kissed him. For a second, you were one. For a second, Elijah was back with you, alive. For a second, everything felt in place.

I love you.

Then the music stopped.

You woke up frantically on the sofa, short breaths leaving your dry mouth. Eyes heavy with smudged make-up and tears, you looked around but couldn't see a thing. It was still night outside.

The black clothes that you wore to Elijah's funeral stuck to your body like a second skin.

Closing your eyes, you could still feel him. His touch, his breath on your skin, as what had just happened wasn't just a dream.

But the gramophone was silent on the other side of the room, broken as it always had been.

"I love you too" you whispered to the darkness, the only thing left apart from memories in that empty house.

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[elijahs-wife]

ahhhh hello!! i recently hit 1000 followers on this blog and to celebrate i'm hosting a writing challenge 💖 i can't tell you how good it feels to be making this post. i've been writing fics on tumblr for just short of a year now and the fact that i have any people at all enjoying my work and interacting with me is just. mind-boggling. i'm so incredibly grateful to everyone here and i want to say thank you 💗 i love all of you so much and i'm so glad you're here.

RULES OF THE CHALLENGE:

i've put together a few lyrics from some of my favorite songs ever that you can use for prompts, either as inspiration or as dialogue. there's no limit to how many people can use the same prompt but do send in which one you've chosen so i can keep track!! you do also have to be following me to participate.

fandoms: mcu or tvdu! (i haven't watched legacies though)

word limits: none at all. you can do a drabble, headcanons, a one shot— just be sure to use a readmore link if it's over 300 words or so

what can you write: fluff, smut (if you're over 18), angst, whatever takes your fancy!! always use trigger warnings as necessary. for smut, i don't read dark/dubcon/noncon so please keep that in mind!! you can write character x reader, or character x character as well, i'm not picky :)

is there a deadline: there is no hard deadline, but i am aiming for the end of this year!

feel free to tag me in your fics and also remember to use #tays1kwritingchallenge in the tags so i can keep track of them! 💖

THE PROMPTS:

↳ “don’t you call him baby, we’re not talking lately / don’t you call him what you used to call me” — cherry, harry styles

↳ “head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered / touch my neck and i’ll touch yours” — sweater weather, the neighbourhood

↳ “she hits like ecstasy / comes up and bangs the sense out of me” — greek tragedy, the wombats

↳ “long nights, daydreams, sugar and smoke rings / i've been a fool, but strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you” — strawberries and cigarettes, troye sivan

↳ “honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / we should just kiss like real people do” — like real people do, hozier

↳ “we slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see / is one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek” — liability, lorde

↳ “you tell me you love her, i give you a grin / oh all i ever wanted was a life in your shape” — strawberry blond, mitski

↳ “i’d give up forever to touch you, ‘cause i know that you feel me somehow / you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be and i don’t want to go home right now” — iris, the goo goo dolls

↳ “how can i decide what's right, when you're clouding up my mind / i can't win your losing fight all the time” — decode, paramore

↳ “you hold me without touch, you keep me without chains / i never wanted anything so much, than to drown in your love and not feel your rain” — gravity, sara bareilles

↳ “secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought / maybe i just wanna be yours” — i wanna be yours, arctic monkeys

↳ “to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed / you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleedin'” — cardigan, taylor swift

↳ “well baby, i surrender, to the strawberry ice cream / never ever end of all this love” — accidentally in love, counting crows

↳ “i looked across and fell in love, so i took your hand / back through lamp-lit streets i knew, everything led back to you” — all of the stars, ed sheeran

↳ “and do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? / an eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean” — happier, olivia rodrigo

↳ “i surrender who i’ve been for who you are / for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart” — turning page, sleeping at last

↳ “she got, she got my heart in her hands like a headlock / i can't see straight, ten seconds past five o'clock” — strawberry lipstick, yungblud

↳ “all that i am, all that i ever was / is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all i can see” — chasing cars, snow patrol

↳ “we fall apart as it gets dark, i'm in your arms in central park / there's nothin' you could do or say, i can't escape the way i love you” — i love you, billie eilish

↳ “she’s gonna save me, call me ‘baby’ / run her hands through my hair” — jackie and wilson, hozier

tagging some mutuals that i love and appreciate so much to boost this 💗 (however this does not obligate you to participate skdjbfks):

@hellotvshowtrash @imaginearyparties @dumble-daddy @nikmikaelsonswife @lady-salvatore @imgoingtofreakoutnow @day-trippin-dreamer @auroracalisto @xxwritemeastoryxx @dizzydancingdreamer @divine-mistake @babycap @tripleyeeet @gyllenhaalstories @brown-eyed-babes @nalledimessi @alwaysfangirlingish @mrs-jackson-kenner @svnkissedskies @ronniemikaelson @belladonnabarnes @drysdale-barnes @blackberrybucky @ritesofreverie @moonlight-onyx @mickey-henry @jurassicbarnes

#tays1kwritingchallenge #i love you all so much thank you #THANK YOU

[nalledimessi]

Back to the start

Hello there friends, I’m back today to complete 2 of the 3 challenges that I’m in, I have already complete @hellotvshowtrash challenge for this month if you haven’t read it, select here Rescue , now I have complete @elijahs-wife 1K followers writing challenge and I’m just missing @xxwritemeastoryxx and I hope she would read it and help anyway to her.

This drabble is dedicated to my mother, that pass away on March, I know she’s my angel who is watching me from heaven. I love you mom and I miss you every day, nothing is the same without you here.

· Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester sister

· Warnings: Mention of death of a character and Fluffy as any other of my fics.

· Words: 352 words.

· Prompt: “I looked across and fell in love, so I took your hand / back through lamp-lit street I knew, everything led back to you” – All of the stars, Ed Sheeran.

· Tag’s: @valsworldofcreativity @helenasingers @r13mar @elijahs-wife

It was already night when you had reach New Orleans, after a year of been away; trying to find your father along with your brothers, finally you were back the place you have decide to call your home, back to the friends that you decide to call family but most important back to him.

You seat on the bench by the river walk, staring at the moon and stars that illuminated the water of the canal, the sound of the water like a lullaby to your ears.

“Y/N” he pronounce softly and warmly, like when the sun rise on the morning, making you stand and turn to see him “when did you get back?” he add serious walking to be by your side in an instant.

“A few hours ago” you respond taking a deep breath trying to calm yourself and chuckle at the simple thought a vampire could make you shy even when you’re an experience hunter.

He nod look away, setting his sight to the sky “I assumed you found your father, otherwise you wouldn’t have return”

You took a seat next to him, leaving a considerable space between you two “I did” you respond with sadness in your voice and lowering your head down “but he sacrificed himself to save us”

He turn around, his stoic expression change to one of preoccupation and guilt “I should have been there”

You look across to him and fell in love again because of that glance he only reserve for you, you took his hand in yours and rest your head in his shoulder “You’re here now”

He deposit a kiss on your head “Lets take you back home” he declared.

You lift your head to see him with a small smile on his lips “Let’s go home”

And while walking back through those lamp-lit streets you knew, looking around the empty street while thinking that everything led back to him; from the Café du Monde where you first meet and all the way to the Compound, where you have create a life with him, before was interrupted with your father disappearance.

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[mrs-maximoff-kenner]

After The Fall

This last of my angsty posts (for right now) is for @elijahs-wife 1k writing challenge 😊 This is a 40's Bucky Barnes x Evelyn (who is a new oc!) I had the prompt from Taylor Swift's song Cardigan "to kiss in cars and downtown bars/ was all we needed/ you drew stars around my scars/ but now I'm bleedin". The prompt will be in italics 😊

I need to add a trigger warning here that there are implications/mentions of past and future self harm. Please do not read if this will upset you or hurt you in any way!

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

Evelyn laughed, throwing her head back as Bucky led her out of the bar. They had decided to go out for drinks tonight before going dancing at their usual spot. Buck opened the car door and helped her in before running around to the other side and getting in himself. Evelyn smiled before leaning over to kiss his cheek. At the last second though he turned his head and met her lips with his own. His thumb coming up to run along her cheekbone. After a few seconds they both settled back into their respective seats and set off to the Jazz Club.

You drew stars around my scars

Evelyn and Bucky laid in bed. She was on her stomach, half draped across his chest. Earlier that night he had given her the ring, knowing he wanted her to have it before he shipped out in the morning. He needed her to have something good to think about while he was gone. Evelyn had been running her hand up and down his abs until he caught her wrist. He kissed her knuckles before turning her hand over and drawing invisible patterns around the scars on her arm. She hummed in contentment, eyes fluttering closed. Bucky hated to bring it up but he knew he had to. He needed to be sure.

"Evie baby?"

Evelyn just hummed again in response but he knew she was listening.

"No new ones," he tapped one of her scars, "You promise?"

Evie opened her eyes and looked up to meet his. They were full of concern but also love. So much love. All for her.

"No new ones. I promise."

But now I'm bleedin

Evelyn was sitting on the bed. Their bed. Looking down at her ring. She had just finished speaking to Steve. Or had she spoken to Steve hours ago. It was daytime when he knocked on her door. It's black outside now. He's gone. James. Bucky… is gone. Fell from a moving train. He wasn't coming home to her. She slowly stood up and moved to the bathroom. Nothing felt real. Glancing in the mirror Evil saw her eyes, red and swollen from crying with fresh tears still forming. She couldn't feel the tears though. She couldn't feel the pain. When she stopped speaking to Steve she stopped… feeling things. Why couldn't she feel anything? She needed to feel something because this void of...nothingness… it would swallow her.

Evelyn looked around the bathroom until she spotted it. Bucky's straight razor. Picking it up she lifted her arm as well, glancing at the old scars that her lover used to trace so delicately.

"No new ones Buck. I promise."

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[elijahs-wife]

thank you so much for your participation!!!!! 🥺 i love and appreciate you so much for doing this 💖 and this list will be updated as more entries come in!!

pls read and show these stories and their writers your love! leave a comment, reblog💘

↳ in another life by @drysdale-barnes

bucky barnes x reader. prompt: “we slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see / is one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek” — liability, lorde

↳ let's waste time chasing cars by @tripleyeeet

loki x reader. prompt: “all that i am, all that i ever was / is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all i can see” — chasing cars, snow patrol

↳ until the last note plays by @imgoingtofreakoutnow

elijah mikaelson x reader. prompt: “we slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see / is one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek” — liability, lorde

#tays1kwritingchallenge #bucky barnes x reader #loki x reader #mcu fanfiction