#scxrletsoul

   She was talking in her sleep

   That had been his first clue that something wasn’t right. Bucky had turned and found her tossing in her sleep, obviously caught in the midst of a dream. He listened to her mumble, caught a name.

   He had known right away it was a nightmare, listened to her talk to a man long dead. He reached for her, but she moved away, and he moved with her, trying to wake her without touching, just in case she lashed out. But, of course, Wanda didn’t need to use her limbs to do such a thing. 

   A book hit Bucky full in the side of the head, knocking him backwards. The next few things he managed to dodge, eventually managing to get a grip on her wrists, calling her name desperately. He winced at the sound of the mirror breaking, but didn’t turn to look. At least she hadn’t tried to throw him in her sleep, which was a positive in his book.

   But then she was awake, and he felt relief, immediately releasing her to cup her face. 

cry baby by gillian flynn or girl on the train by paula hawkins. i read those on my last vacation and they were amazing

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          Eyes moved along with the small fingers, though touch was a higher SENSE used to follow it more than his eyes, too close to really lock sight on. With one careful hand he slid his glasses off setting them, folded, aside on the small table next to the door where keys and wallets usually are set aside before his hand goes back to holding her up in his arms. Tongue b r u s h e d along his lower lip, he had a small smile on his lips but it was no bigger than a slight curve of the corners of either side of his lips. Times like these were--special, to say the least. He was never actually one for comfort and affection from anyone but there were times where he made exceptions and tonight--things had gone somewhat smoothly for him where he was okay to have this intimate moment with the other. For some reason she had s t u c k, there was something about him which kept him enticed, relationships were not his style, rather live a quiet, solitude life than have someone constantly in his company. Maybe it was her trust in him, something he could obtain easily from almost anyone but something about the way she trusted him, her compliance and she was not like any other girl he had ever been with, they wanted to go FLAUNT their relationship around, parade that they were a beautiful girl with a rich man, but she was different---she understood. 

           The female’s eyes narrowed in at the other, head tilted ever so slightly to the left while she watched her.           ❛     ... I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else would be here------     ❜          Cue a small pause.           ❛     Did I interrupt anything  ??     ❜

reason number one why i left the sw fandom a few months ago tbh

honestly i have so much muse for finn but playing him is confronting fandom racism at its most ignorant every single day tbh and it takes a lot out of me. BUT I LIVE OFF MY PETTINESS AND MY SPITE WILL DRIVE THIS AWAKENING, COME AND SEE.

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protect finn at all costs okay mY INNER REY IS SO UPSET

“i killed somebody.”

      it’s not the first time she’s said it out loud. they’ve forced her to say it, over and over, until the words can stop hurting her. but they were wrong. it never stopped hurting: she just learned how to pretend that it had. she studies her gloved fingertips as though wishing that her hands simply weren’t there, wishing that she couldn’t hurt anybody anymore.

are you okay? : D