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JOSEPH QUINN for Esquire Singapore

Thread of Gold.

pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

word count: 1,483

warnings: none.

summary: Patrick and Reader share a moment of direct intimacy in the form of a shower; ‘a thread of gold connected your hearts, drawing both of you closer than any other ever dared to go’.

request: [from anonymous] “can you do a patrick verona x reader where they shower together but its like sweet not smut?”

notes: Hello! Thank you so so much for requesting this! I apologize for how long it took me to complete it, but I hope I did it justice enough that you don’t mind having waited this long haha. This is a more lengthy version of one of my dribbles ‘Invisible String’. If you haven’t read that, I highly suggest that you do! I had so much fun with this piece. Please enjoy!

If you stood completely still, your body from head to toe beneath the gentle shower spray, it felt like you had entered upon a new world. Callused hands pillowed at your sides and rough finger pads kneaded and pressed into your soft skin; a thread of gold connected your hearts, drawing both of you closer than any other ever dared to go.

This, you imagined, was what it would feel like to walk among the clouds. This was heaven.

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Eddie as your boyfriend | Headcanons! Pt.2

More Eddie Headcanons because I love writing them :p

Warnings: fluff, some smut (mdni), cursing, y‘all are still going to school, probably some writing mistakes because English is not my first language <//3

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Waits at the picnic table for you during break so you can eat lunch together

Mostly forgets his food, so you feed him with yours

"Eddie you can’t just eat pretzels all the time!"

"Why not?!:("

definitely makes out with you in school and in front of your friends (yes, even in front of the younger ones)

Loves to scare you while you‘re at your locker with a loud "BOO“

"Jesus Christ! Eddie are you crazy!?"

"Crazy in love, yes“ he smirks at you while pulling you into his arms

He is touchy. Physical touch is his love language.

Big and loooooong hugs before, during and after school (and in general)

Always kisses the back of your hand and looks up at you while doing it

Gives you his rings, shirts, literally everything he owns, since he wants to share everything in his life with you (you even are allowed to touch his guitar but only if he‘s with you )

Always offers his joint even tho he knows you usually don’t smoke, when you agree for the first time he‘s shocked asf.

"Oh no…I’ve corrupted my innocent, sweet baby" he says and dramatically puts his hand on his chest

After your first time together you asked him if it was good for him and he looked at you with a "are you fucking serious?“ look on his face…all sweaty and still breathing heavily

"Baby, I think I just died and went to heaven! This was the best fucking Sex I‘ve ever had! And believe me…we‘re not finished yet!"

"What do you mean? You want another round? I came like 4 times Ed‘s!"

"So what? We’ve got all night! Give me 10 minutes and you‘ll cum a 5th time!" He smirks with his eyebrows wiggling up and down

He‘s not just a Sex god, he‘s also the king of aftercare

No matter how tired, sweaty and sticky he is, he‘ll always make sure to get you cleaned up and makes a hot chocolate for the two of you afterwards

When you fall asleep before he comes back he just drinks them himself while holding you in his arms and admiring your face (he‘s so in love)

Sometimes he‘s super scared that you‘ll leave him just like everyone else in his life did before but you remind him daily that you stick to him like chewing gum to his old vans

Let’s you paint his nails, do his eyeliner or play with his hair, even during school sometimes

Passes notes at you during class

"Baby you look so beautiful today and fuck so hot too!?"

You look at him with red cheeks, he responds with a wink

Sometimes you have to stay at school longer so he waits at his hand, until your classes are all done

Crawl home to her

Bucky Barnes x fem!enhanced!reader

Summary - Bucky's nightmares never seem to stop, and he despises himself for dragging you down with him.

Word count - 1.7k

Warnings - Angst, descriptions of torture, descriptions of seizures, PTSD, mentions of blood, sad fluff at the end.

A/N - Reader does have powers in this fic which aren't really explained but hopefully they're easy to understand, I kind of imagine them to be similar to Wanda's in certain aspects. Also, apologies if my writing is kinda wordy in this, I kinda went off on one and couldn't stop. Enjoy :)

The title is based off a lyric from work song by hozier.

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It was like something carved from a horror movie.

The giant, hulking figure emerging from the chamber, the surrounding air clouded with vapor so cold it burned to the touch.

His face was concealed, a black mask and goggles hiding the human features beneath, with silver, reflective metal taking the place of his left arm, gleaming in the yellow overhead lights. He looked solely like something built for destruction.

The soldier was put in the chair before he could even comprehend that he was awake.

They had strapped his wrists to metal, encasing his head in a familiar contraption and his mouth was forced open by rough hands on his jaw, rubber shoved between his teeth.

He was vaguely aware of the routine. Everything was familiar in a way that made his skin crawl and his hair stand on end, but for all he knew, there was no reason to be scared, soldiers don't feel fear, and emotion only gets in the way of the mission.

He could barely taste the bitterness of the rubber before he heard the whir of a machine begin, and he was so mind-numbingly cold that he could almost barely feel the electricity suddenly tearing through his skull.

He didn't scream, he barely moved, and it would be easy to wonder if he could even feel it, or if pain was just another thing that Hydra took from him, just to strip him even further of his humanity, but he felt every second, his body just too in shock to react, convulsing in his restrains.

The agony seemed to last hours, pain so intense that he could barely breathe, but the machine eventually came to a slow halt, the rubber taken from his mouth, and the soldier heaved his first full breath in what felt like years, the cold air filling his lungs too fast and ripping back through his oesophagus in painful coughs.

Once the coughing had ended, he let his head fall back against the leather beneath him.

His veins were on fire, crawling in his skin as icy heat travelled up his forearm and carved its way through his neck, residing in his temples with a throbbing headache. His jaw ached, as did every single muscle in his body and when he rolled his eyes open, he found that the bright lights surrounding him kept him blind to the people standing in the room, crowding around the soldier writhing and twitching in the chair as if he was some kind of circus monkey to be watched for their amusement.

He managed to unclench his fists and release his jaw, feeling his body go lax for a few seconds before he felt a spike in his heart rate, his muscles tensing against his will as his eyes rolled back.

Then he was gone, unaware of the stares of the doctors writing on their notepads when he began seizing for the first time this session. None of them stepped forward, not a single medic attempted to check on the soldier, or wipe the blood that spilled from his lips when his teeth clamped down onto his tongue.

He was only given a few seconds of refuge after the seizure had ended, before he was torn away again, his body taken with another, and another, and another. It was endless.

His chest spasming with every gasping breath, every muscle in his body clenched painfully. He wasn't present enough to see a man in a white coat move closer to him, positioning the headpiece over his face again and this time not even bothering with the mouthguard before the electricity returned, and his brain caught fire again.

This time, he screamed until the sound died in his throat and his vocal cords refused to make any more noise. A vague image of a man with blonde hair, standing straight with a shield pulled to his chest, flashed behind his eyes, and a part of him felt relieved at the sight, as if the man in his memories could somehow save him from this living hell, but the thought disappeared before he could even acknowledge it, and this time, when the machine finally stopped, he passed out before he could feel the after affects, pulled under when his body and mind could no longer handle the agony, deciding to just completely shut down instead.

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You woke with a start, Bucky's harrowing scream beside you as you sat up so fast your head spun, and you stretched out an arm into the darkness, searching for the table lamp to your right and wasting no time in turning it on, bathing your bedroom in warm light.

Crawling onto your knees, tears were already forming wet tracks down your cheeks as your lover cried out in his sleep, his eyes darting back and forth rapidly behind his eyelids, hair stuck to his forehead, bare chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as he heaved for breath.

You reached for him and pressed your hand against his forehead, no hesitation as your eyes glowed unnaturally in the dim light, forcing Bucky awake with your ability.

There was no way you'd let him sleep through that one, no matter what his therapist demands.

Bucky's eyes tore open as he gasped for air, staring up at the ceiling with wide, unblinking eyes.

"Bucky?" You asked quietly, not wanting to risk startling him further as your hand hovered over his shaking form.

He looked at you, relief flashing in his eyes before he eyed the tears dripping down your chin and his mind clouded with guilt.

It was too often that you found yourself falling into Bucky's dreams. And no matter how many times you tried to convince him that it wasn't his fault, he'd never believe you, he knew better, and he knew how your powers worked.

He pulled himself up, resting his back against the headboard and letting his eyes fall shut for a moment, listening to your racing heartbeat with the saddest look on his face. He then opened his eyes, a tear of his own falling down his cheek as he looked at you and parted his lips with a shaky breath, "I did it again, didn't I?"

His voice sounded broken, shot from all the screaming he had done before, it broke your heart and you leapt forward, wrapping your arms around him and letting him hold you tightly, clutching you to his frame as he cried, repeating over and over how sorry he was.

You stroked his hair affectionately as you both cried.

"It's okay Buck, it's not your fault."

He was so distraught by his nightmares, that he was reaching out for you in his sleep, pulling you from your own mind and trapping you into his, forcing you to witness the horrific things that Bucky endured, or the things that he did.

Each time it happened, he blamed himself, despising the fact that he was forcing you to live his trauma, but you would never stop reminding him that it was okay, you'd seen much worse, and he would always be worth it.

Sometimes a deep-rooted, selfish part of him would be glad for your abilities, he doesn't have to explain to you the horrors he had faced in his past, you'd seen them for yourself, lived his darkest moments through his own eyes, but then the guilt would creep in, washing away the thoughts every time he woke up trembling with fear, and you'd be there beside him, shaking just the same.

He apologised to you again as the tears came to a slow stop, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, shivering against you when your fingers dragged softly across his spine, soothing him just the way you always did.

You pulled back this time, hand reaching for his jaw when he refused to look at you, tilting his head for his eyes to meet yours, and your face was serious as you spoke.

"You have nothing to apologise for, James. I want to help. If I couldn't handle this, love, I wouldn't be here, but I love you, and I want to stay." You assured him, your gaze flicking between his eyes, urging him to believe you, to stop carrying this guilt he had no reason to carry.

"I just- You don't need to see any of that." He whispered back, eyes red and bloodshot, breath shaky.

You smiled softly at him, your right hand sliding to the back of his neck, as you pushed his head down to yours, resting your forehead against his, noses brushing together, a simple action so intense and intimate that Bucky gulped, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.

"I'm okay, Bucky, I promise you, I'm okay," Your warm breath fanned against his lips as you spoke, and his eyes fluttered shut, "I just want to take care of you."

A shaky breath fell from his lips, cursing the tears that threatened to return at such simple words, but fuck if they didn't hit him hard.

He couldn't remember a time when someone had wanted to take care of him, not since he was a young boy, before his father died, before he had to step up to take care of his mother and sisters, working illegal shifts at the local factory at the age of 15.

But you wanted to take care of him.

He leaned forward and locked his lips with yours, his hands reaching out to pull you closer and closer in hopes that you'd eventually sink into his chest, finally close enough that his constant need for your touch would be satiated.

He broke away to speak against your lips, so magnetised to your kiss that he couldn't possibly pull back far enough to breathe air that wasn't your own, "Thank you."

Young Dusty

“You pop when we get intimate...”

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Nothing makes me more weak in the knees than shy reader being intimidated by eddie but he's always so sweet to her and nice but he's also a little shit so he's always making little comments to towards her to see her reaction. Also giving her pet names and playing with her hair while she's focusing on homework etc.

OMFG I LOVE THIS!!! Enjoy head cannon type thingy 😆

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Eddie got partnered with you for a class assignment and was totally thrilled,

He'd watched you from afar and knew how shy you were, so when he approached you after class he was doing his best not startle you. Unfortunately it didn't work, when he walked up behind you at your locker and excitedly greeted you, you jumped.

"Shit sweetheart I'm so sorry, I thought you saw me in your little mirror" he says, pointing to the mirror hanging in your locker.

"Eddie" you started, body shrinking into itself with nerves. " 's okay" you finish, face flushed.

Spent every moment he could that night getting you to blush because it was the absolute cutest thing he'd ever seen.

Every time he called you sweetheart he saw your face flush darker.

Decided at that moment to start driving you to school

Would carry your bag, even though you very quietly protested every time

In the week that passed he spent every moment he could with you, project related or not.

He very publicly asked you on a date.

Typical Eddie fashion, got up on the table in the cafeteria and yelled the words at you as you were walking over.

He watched your cheeks go bright red as you tried to hide your face in your hand and he giggled to himself.

Walked over to you and put his arm around you. You were quietly giggling as he led you to his table and offered you the seat next to him

"So is that a yes sweetheart?" He whispers in your ear he pulled out your chair.

Your too embarrassed to say anything so you just nod, which makes Eddie smile.

"SHE SAID YES EVERYONE!" He would yell as he pulled out his own chair to sit. Causing you to groan and lightly slap him in the arm

When he asked you to be his girlfriend you almost fainted in his arms.

Would buy you lots of little gifts, knowing your face would light up and flush. He loved hearing you quietly protest his need to spoil you, knowing he was just going to continue doing it anyway

Would constantly boast about you to his friends while you were right there.

You would get all embarrassed and shy and would bury your head in his chest or arm, and he fucking LOVED it.

He would tease you a lot, but ultimately Eddie was just super sweet and affectionate towards you, and he loved you to pieces.