stephnthangss

[stephnthangss]

softvibraniumdaydreams ~Oneshot

Summery: Bucky accidentally stumbles onto your secret Tumblr—filled with fanfiction about him.From soft tropes to unholy smut, he dives headfirst into the world of fics, fluff, and feelings.Now you’re writing stories together… and maybe living one, too.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

||Main Masterlist|| ||Oneshot Masterlist||

This is a part 2 of “That’s not me….is it?”

||Part 1: “That’s not me….is it?”||

The descent began innocently enough.

Bucky had already posted two short fics—quiet, emotional little pieces that you swore were soft punches to the heart. His followers had grown steadily. You weren’t shocked. The man could craft longing like it was a battlefield.

But then he asked you a question.

A dangerous, chaotic, no-turning-back question:

“How do you write… y’know. The spicy stuff?”

You blinked at him from across the couch.

“You mean smut?”

His face turned the exact shade of pomegranate.

He nodded, once, as if it took all his courage.

You took a slow sip of your tea. “Why?”

Bucky stared at his hands. “I wrote something. It… kind of turned into that. By accident.”

Your heart jumped.

“You wrote smut.”

“I tried,” he mumbled. “It’s harder than it looks.”

(You almost said “That’s what she said” but you were trying to be supportive.)

“Can I read it?”

He hesitated, then nodded—pulling out his phone with visible pain and air-dropping the doc to you.

It was titled:

“Untitled draft 4.5 - do not open - death.docx”

You opened it.

And read.

And immediately, violently choked on your tea.

“Her breath hitched as he approached, all coiled tension and leather and something darker beneath his skin. ‘You feel that?’ he murmured, guiding her hand down—’”

“—he groaned like gravel on pavement, low and dangerous, but respectful—”

“—his metal hand cupped her boob like it was a fragile piece of art. She gasped.”

You looked up, trembling. “You… cupped a boob like it was art?”

Bucky looked like he wanted to die. “I panicked, okay?!”

You offered—very kindly—to beta read.

Which was how you ended up on his bed at 1:47 a.m., laptop open between you, deep into editing what was now being called “The Heat of Vibranium.”

Bucky sat beside you, watching your every keystroke like a hawk.

“This part,” you said, highlighting a paragraph, “where you say she ‘gasped as he removed her socks,’—”

“What? That’s intimate!”

“Yeah, but not sexy. Unless you’re writing for foot Tumblr.”

He groaned and collapsed back onto the pillows. “This was a mistake.”

You laughed and nudged his arm. “No, it’s actually good. It’s just… you write like someone who’s never read smut before.”

“I haven’t!” he said, scandalized.

“Oh my god.” You grinned. “I need to show you some references.”

He gave you a long, quiet look.

You paused. Realized what you’d said. Heat crept into your cheeks.

“I meant like… reading. Just reading.”

“Right. Reading,” he murmured, clearly amused. “For science.”

By 2:30 a.m., things had gotten dangerously flirty.

You were laughing too hard at one of his “dirty” lines—he used the word “delicately” six times—and he threw a pillow at you, which ended up launching your laptop across the bed.

You both reached for it.

Your hand landed on his thigh.

Silence.

He looked down.

You pulled back instantly, face blazing. “Sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” he said, voice a little lower than before.

You cleared your throat. “Okay. Uh. Back to the vibranium heat wave.”

But you didn’t look at him.

Not for a while.

At 3:12 a.m., as fate would cruelly dictate, Steve Rogers walked into Bucky’s room carrying a stack of old mission files.

And froze.

You and Bucky were seated side-by-side on the bed, still hunched over the laptop.

The screen? Glowing brightly with the sentence:

“He thrust once—twice—growling, ‘You feel that, sweetheart? That’s all me.’”

Steve blinked.

Bucky noticed too late. “It’s not—”

“We’re editing!” you said, panicked.

Steve stared.

Then—slowly backed out of the room.

He never spoke of it again.

Bucky changed his Tumblr password to ‘capslockcockblocker1’.

A week passed.

You wrote together almost every night now.

Sometimes fluff. Sometimes angst. Occasionally soft smut (you were easing him in).

But one night, something changed.

You were writing a fic where your characters were on the run. Hunted. Hiding in a safehouse. The classic canon-divergent rewrite of a mission gone wrong.

You played the scene out in dialogue—typing in tandem from opposite sides of the couch.

Your line:

“You don’t have to protect me.”

His:

“I can’t help it. You’re everything I never let myself want.”

You froze.

The cursor blinked.

He typed again.

“Every time I look at you, it hurts. Because I know I’ll never deserve you.”

You stared at the screen.

Bucky didn’t look at you.

You typed, slowly:

“Then let it hurt. I’d rather bleed with you than heal alone.”

The silence between you was thick. Fragile.

Your fingers hovered.

His hand inched closer—until your pinkies brushed.

Later, after the fic was posted, after it had blown up with 5,000 notes and tags like #emotional devastation club and #softly screaming into my pillow, you found Bucky in the kitchen.

He was making tea.

You stood there for a moment, watching him. The same man who once couldn’t say “panties” in a sentence now had strangers thirsting over his poetic softdom edits.

“Hey,” you said gently.

He looked up.

“About the fic…” you started. “Those lines. Were they… fiction?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then he set the kettle down.

And crossed to you.

“I don’t want to say it in a fic,” he said, voice low, real, raw. “I want to say it here.”

You swallowed.

“Okay.”

“I’m in love with you,” he said simply.

Not dramatic. Not desperate. Just… true.

You stepped closer.

“And I’m in love with the man who reads smut at 3 a.m. and makes me laugh until I cry,” you whispered.

He grinned.

You kissed.

Not like the fics.

Better.

Two months later, your shared blog had 75k followers.

You wrote stories together. Posted drabbles. Answered asks.

Your blog bio read:

“Two idiots in love. She edits. He panics. Come for the fluff, stay for the chaos.”

Sam refused to follow you.

Steve blocked you after The Sock Removal Scene trended.

But you were happy.

And Bucky?

He posted your favorite fic to date.

“He Read It Out Loud.”

Title: He Read It Out Loud

By: softvibraniumdaydreams & the-one-who-hides-the-smut

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Rating: Explicit (NSFW at the end — soft smut, loving, vulnerable)

Tags: established relationship, mutual pining resolved, fluff leading to smut, emotional confessions, reading fanfiction, soft Bucky, praise kink (gentle), slow undressing, tender intimacy, it’s basically a love letter

Summary: She wrote a fanfic about him. He found it. Then he read it out loud—every line, every feeling, every secret she never thought she’d say. And she let him.

Author’s note: It’s based on the way we fell for each other — quietly, all at once.

It started with an open tab and a full heart.

Bucky hadn’t meant to linger.

He’d only stopped by her apartment because she’d fallen asleep mid-call—murmuring something soft before the screen went dark, the line cutting off with the hush of her breathing. When he arrived, the front door was unlocked. She always forgot to check the latch when she was tired.

Inside, the lights were low, casting amber-gold shadows across the hardwood floor. A candle still burned on the coffee table, wax pooled around the base like it had been going for hours. And there she was, curled up on the couch like a cat—barefoot, hoodie sleeves bunched around her elbows, hair spilling across the cushion. Her laptop was perched precariously on the armrest, screen half-shut but still glowing with faint light.

Bucky’s first instinct was gentle. He stepped closer on quiet feet, reaching for the throw blanket slung over the back of the couch. She always got cold when she fell asleep like this. It had become something of a ritual: her falling asleep mid-sentence, and him covering her like a ghost no one saw.

He leaned over to drape the blanket.

But then he saw it.

Tumblr.

A fic.

His name.

And hers.

Not in the tags. Not a passing mention.

In the title.

Where He Finally Stays — Bucky x Y/n

Bucky froze.

His first breath caught halfway through his lungs, caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. His name. Her. Together. In writing.

It wasn’t just some random blog either. The username on the top corner matched hers—her blog. Her account. Her words.

She had written it.

The silence between them stretched like glass. Carefully, almost guiltily, he glanced down at her. She was still sleeping, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, lashes fluttering slightly in a dream. The slow rise and fall of her breath told him he had time.

So he sat.

And clicked.

He didn’t knock. Just opened the door like he’d done it a hundred times before.

She looked up from her book, startled—but not afraid.

He never scared her.

Even when he was all shadow and scars and silence, she saw the soft in him.

“You came back,” she whispered.

He didn’t answer. Just crossed the room, knelt in front of her, and touched her hand like he’d never held anything sacred before.

“I didn’t want to leave,” he said. “I just didn’t think I deserved to stay.”

Her smile was small. But it was there.

“You always deserve to stay.”

Bucky’s hand hovered over the trackpad. He blinked once. Then again.

There was something… tight in his chest. Like someone had reached into his ribcage and wrapped warm fingers around his heart.

He leaned back, breathing out slow. The words glowed soft on the screen. Honest. Raw.

He glanced at her sleeping face again. Peaceful. Unaware.

And then—almost reverently—he began to read the rest.

Out loud.

At first, his voice was quiet. A low rumble, gravel and uncertainty. Like if he said the words too loudly, they’d shatter.

But the more he read, the more he fell into it. The more it stopped being fiction.

Because she saw him.

She really saw him.

The way he always made two mugs of tea but only drank one, leaving the other to cool untouched, just in case.

The way he lingered in doorways—not quite coming in, not quite leaving—haunted by the question of whether he was welcome.

The way he stood close enough to be near, but never close enough to hope.

He swallowed hard.

She wrote the things he tried to bury. Things he thought no one ever noticed.

But she noticed.

And she didn’t just see the scars or the silences or the ghosts. She saw the softness in him. The part of him even he wasn’t sure was real.

She wrote him like his hands were capable of gentleness. Like his voice held the power to soothe, not harm. Like he belonged somewhere.

Like he belonged with her.

A small sound stirred the silence.

She blinked awake, groggy and blinking against the soft light of the room. Her eyes found him slowly—first his silhouette, then his face, then the unmistakable glow of her laptop in front of him.

“…Bucky?” she murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

He didn’t look up.

Didn’t stop reading.

Her confusion turned to alarm. “Wait—are you—?”

But his voice cut gently through her panic. Low. Measured. Full of something that made her breath catch.

“He touched her like she was the thing he never thought he’d get back.”

“Like a man returning to a memory he didn’t dare rewrite.”

“She said his name, soft, like it was permission.”

“And when he kissed her, he knew.”

“He could stay.”

“He could be hers.”

“He already was.”

The silence that followed was dense. Breathless.

She sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around herself like armor, heart hammering.

He looked at her.

Eyes soft.

Expression unreadable. But not closed off. Not this time.

“You wrote this?” he asked.

Her voice barely made it past her lips. “I… yeah. I didn’t mean for you to—”

“Did you mean it?” he asked, cutting gently through her fluster.

She hesitated. Swallowed.

“Yeah.”

That one word—bare and honest—was all it took.

He rose.

Walked toward her.

And then, just like in her story, he knelt in front of her. Slowly. Deliberately. One hand braced on his knee, the other reaching up to brush hair from her cheek.

“Good,” he said.

“Because I want to stay.”

The kiss was quiet.

No fanfare. No sudden music or drama.

Just breath. Skin. Soft mouths meeting like a question answered.

He kissed her like he was learning how.

One hand at her waist, the other cradling her cheek. Like she was fragile and real and his, all at once.

She gasped when his mouth found the curve of her neck, breath warm.

“Bucky…”

He chuckled against her skin, teasing.

“You write smut in there too?”

Her face went crimson. “That’s—! Not the point!”

“Maybe not,” he murmured, lips brushing hers. “But I’d like to know what it’d sound like if you said it out loud.”

She kissed him again.

Slower. Deeper.

This time, she meant to burn.

They didn’t rush.

Clothing came off in stages—careful, reverent. A hoodie here. A shirt there. A brush of fingers over scars neither of them flinched from.

She traced the metal of his shoulder, slow and unafraid.

He let her.

She asked softly, “Are you sure?”

He leaned down, lips grazing hers.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

And then—

Bodies, breath, and aching tenderness.

She gasped when his hands settled on her hips, anchoring her like a prayer. Groaned his name when he entered her slow and deep, like something returning home.

There were no fireworks.

No battles.

Just the quiet.

The kind that only came when you knew—really knew—you were safe.

That you were wanted.

That you could stay.

Later, they lay tangled in sheets and moonlight. Skin against skin. Her head rose and fell with the rhythm of his chest, and he played with her hair in gentle circles.

Neither of them said anything for a long time.

Then—

“You know,” Bucky murmured, voice rough with sleep and something warmer, “I think I’m gonna write the next one.”

She laughed, soft and drowsy. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” He kissed her temple.

“A sequel,” he added.

She smiled against his skin. “What’s it called?”

He exhaled, long and slow. Pulled her closer.

“The One Where I Never Leave.”

-the end

[stephnthangss]

𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

jack abbot

☆ these walls have eyes | @asxgard

rumors always start somewhere - and the one about you and a certain attending started somewhere between a whispered confession and myrna overhearing you.

☆ no man's land | @butyoudidthis4what

there's a shooting where you work. jack is at the ed when the dispatch comes in and is terrified when he can't get in touch with you.

☆ edge of the dark | @thepencilnerd

what starts as quiet pining after too many long shifts becomes something heavier, messier, softer - until the only place it makes sense is in the dark.

☆ this city doesn't forget | @abbotjack

you weren't supposed to see him again. not like this. not in this dress, not in this city, not with his last name still catching in your throat. but pittsburgh remembers what you tried to bury.

☆ you, me, and the empty space between us | @mercvry-glow

jack abbot talks the reader off of the ledge.

☆ just a walk-in | @abbotsanatomy

jack's worst nightmare is you ending up in his er.

☆ bar fight | @tedmustache

a rough night leads the reader to the er, and jack's only priority is making sure she's okay.

☆ coffee swap | @tedmustache

it starts with coffee. then it becomes something more.

☆ safe and sound | @science-hoes

a stormy night in pittsburgh causes jack abbot to fall into a ptsd-induced psychosis episode, and the reader does everything in her power to bring them back.

☆ you say that like you care | @frombookstoretobookstore

after reader takes a punch to the face, abbot's emotions flare as he realizes he might care a little too much.

☆ overactive empathy | @lol-im-done

will a traumatic event force jack and the reader to confront their true feelings for each other or pull them apart forever?

☆ first thing | @stellamarielu

lazy mornings with jack are few and far between, but they always exceed your expectations.

☆ who you let in | @eddiesfaerie

jack has a soft spot. he didn't expect you to be the one to find it.

☆ you shouldn't be (down here with me) | @youvebeenlivingfictional

when you're almost shot at work, your body snaps into autopilot as your mind goes into overdrive. jack has always recognized parts of himself in you - he knows a mind teetering on the edge when he sees one.

☆ love me hard love me soft | @mercvry-glow

jack abbot isn't a soft man, but he'll learn for you.

☆ stop making this hurt | @mercvry-glow

you knew jack didn't want to go to pitt fest, instead suggesting you take a few of your girl friends on your day off. little does he know that decision leads to you experiencing the worst day of your life without him.

☆ valkyries and betting pools | @nocapesdahling

one of the most popular and secret betting pools is focused on what's going on with you and dr. abbot. meanwhile, you just want to figure out if the man you've had a crush on for months likes you back.

☆ someone new | @quickestgold

after witnessing the fallout from jack's failed marriage, dana and robby have been skeptical of his new relationship. but when a freak accident forces them to see the depth of jack's feelings, their perspectives shift.

☆ don't make me someone you can't have | @abbotjack

the fallout didn't start the day of pitt fest - it started when you told jack abbot how you felt and he told you he didn't want you.

☆ say it first | @quickestgold

jack has grown used to the emptiness in his heart, a quiet companion that has kept him safe for too long. but when you finally speak your truth, he realizes the hardest battles aren't fought on the field or in the chaos of the er, but in the silence between two hearts longing for each other.

michael 'robby' robinavitch

☆ companionship | @asxgard

he’s not sure how he got here, perhaps it’s the aching loneliness or the overwhelming stress. you’re there because it seems like easy money and you have a pushy friend. all in all, it’s a good deal — he gets the companionship he’s after, no strings, and you get your utility bills paid on time. it’s pretty simple, easy, until your arrangement bleeds into something a bit more…complicated.

☆ lead the way | @traumaone

after over a year of pining over robby, reader gets into a relationship to try and get over him, and gets cheated on. robby comes to the rescue.

☆ booked for one | @abbotjack

a black tie charity gala in chicago. one bed. months of tension. and a storm that forces both of you to stop pretending.

☆ glasses be damned | @thepencilnerd

lazy sunday mornings. you in his shirt. him wearing - glasses? what could be better?

☆ drunk confessions | @thepencilnerd

you're out drinking with your colleagues. robby's not there - until he is.

☆ sticky-notes and leftovers | @thepencilnerd

a glimpse into your daily notions with robby after moving in.

☆ sweet nothings | @thebestandworstdayofjune

you own a bakery down the street from ptmh, and dr. robby is one of your favorite customers.

☆ peace | @xximperioxx

the reader comforts robby after a hard shift (she talks him off the ledge).

☆ work crush | @xximperioxx

the reader has a crush on robby. spoiler alert: it's reciprocated.

☆ doctor's orders | @tedmustache

when one rough day pushes things to a breaking point, unspoken feelings come dangerously close to the surface.

☆ the right moment is you | @cherriready

robby didn't mean to propose today. not during a long shift, not without a plan, and definitely not in front of the er. but when he saw her, he saw the rest of his life. no speeches. no perfect moment. just her. always her.

☆ stitched together | @hauntedhowlett-writes

after accidentally cutting your hand, you seek out your neighbor for help. a favor becomes a friendship and a friendship becomes something more.

[stephnthangss]

"[Hotch] heard the ticking of the clock at all times, which is I think why he didn't feel there was any time for small talk — because he either had somebody to catch, or someone to save, or both."

THOMAS GIBSON, on Aaron Hotchner

[stephnthangss]

the oceangate rabbithole is un-fucking-paralleled. what do you mean they left that thing outside in the snow in canada for the entire fucking winter. of course it imploded literally the next time they put it in the water. holy shit.

[stephnthangss]

can we talk about this shot? can we? because it's absolutely making me go insane

look at the body language. this is not perpetua standing on stage. this is tobias — shy, fidgety, slighly awkward tobias — standing on stage in his hometown and breaking character for just a few moments because he loves this place so much and he can't not show it

[stephnthangss]

Wrap of the European part of the Skeletour

📷: @ryancphoto

[stephnthangss]

kisses will make it better

summary - you think you’ve made aaron upset so decide not to tell him when you’ve been in a car accident

pairing - aaron hotchner x gf!reader

word count - 3k

Today was shit.

Like really terrible.

It was one of those days where nothing had gone right and you felt like the universe was caving in on you. From missing a meeting due to traffic to getting harassed by your boss again, there was nothing that had technically gone right.

Which is why you were calling Aaron on your drive home, because you knew he would make it better.

It was dangerous to rely on someone to make you feel better, but he was your person and there was no one you would rather speak to than him.

“Hotchner.”

You smiled as he always answered the phone the same way.

He said that people wasted time by looking at the caller ID rather than just answering the phone, so you were used to him never answering the phone any other way.

“Hi love.”

“Y/N?” He questioned and you had to chuckle.

“Who else would be calling you ‘love’?” You laughed.

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Um,” You looked at the clock on your car dashboard, “Nearly 11PM.”

“Yeah, it is. Look, you know we’ve got a really busy case right now?” He sounded pissed off and it made your heart drop.

“Yeah, I just thought…” You gulped to swallow back the oncoming threat of tears.

You didn’t want to cry over something so trivial as making your boyfriend upset, but when you had had a day as bad as yours anything was a possible trigger. Especially when Aaron was supposed to be the person to listen and comfort you.

“So I need to sleep and I need this phone line to be open for the police detectives.”

You could hear what he wasn’t saying; ‘Don’t call me’.

“Okay.”

“Alright, bye.” And he hung up.

It felt kind of pathetic to cry, but the tears kept falling.

You sniffled as you let out a few shaky breaths. Your eyes tried concentrating on the roads but your tears were sort of blinding your sight.

Your bad day had just gotten even worse.

The one person you knew would have cheered you up had to go and let you down. It wasn’t really his fault. He did have a really big case at the moment that was really stressful, so any sleep he could get was important, but it would’ve been nice to just speak to him for a few minutes.

You pulled down the sleeve of your jumper over your hand so you could wipe away the tears from your eyes.

You were thankful to be stopped at a red light.

Leaning over into your glove compartment you picked out a packet of tissues and took one out so you could blow your nose. Crying always led to a runny nose.

Maybe you’d done something really terrible and that was why the world was taking it out on you. But what had you done?

Except for this morning, you were always on time for work. You put up with endless sexist and gross comments from your boss. You worked really long nights and early mornings just to get the work done. Working as an assistant for a CEO wasn’t as glamorous as it sounded, but it paid the bills.

So why did you deserve to have such a shit day?

That’s what you were hoping Aaron could have answered.

Now you had only gone and upset him too.

The light turned green and you gripped onto the tissue as you took a hold of the steering wheel to turn left.

There were bright lights.

A car horn sounded.

Your feet slammed hard on the breaks.

There was an almighty crash.

And then it all went black.

<.><.><.>

“Miss. Miss, can you hear me?”

Your head felt so heavy and your chest felt tight.

Your eyes were slow to open, but when they finally did they felt so heavy - as if they were being weighed down.

Then you noticed the blue and red flashing lights against the pitch black of night and the paramedic that was leaning into your car to talk to you.

She had a stethoscope pressed against your chest and kept calling out to you for a response.

Slowly it was all coming back to you.

“Miss, answer if you can hear me.”

You nodded your head slowly.

“Okay good.” She said, “You were in a car accident. Do you remember what happened?”

Instead of responding you let the tears fall. Now you were coming back around and things were coming into focus you started to feel how much pain you were in. The seat belt must have stopped you from flying through the front window, but it had definitely bruised your entire chest and rib area in the process. That’s why it was probably painful to breathe.

The lady ducked back out of the car then.

“She’s pretty shaken.”

“We need to get her to a hospital. She could have internal bleeding.”

“Okay let’s cut her out and slowly transport her to an ambulance.”

“Have you asked who we should call?”

Their voices were all a blur as your eyes grew heavier again. The tears in your eyes were making your focus blurry again. It hurt to even cry.

Aaron was going to be so mad.

He was on such a busy case and the last thing he needed was to hear his girlfriend had been in a car accident - a bad one at that. You promised yourself then that you would tell the emergency response people that you didn’t have any emergency contacts. You didn’t need Aaron coming down here.

Not that you didn’t want him, because God you did, but more that you didn’t want to add any extra stress for him.

He had a hard enough job as it was without looking after you too.

He needed his rest, so you would do this alone.

<.><.><.>

Garcia was hurried as she approached Hotch’s office.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” Morgan asked from his desk as he watched his friend rush past.

“It’s Y/N.” She said and that’s when Morgan noticed the tears in her eyes.

Morgan shot up from his desk, as did Emily and Reid who had overheard the conversation. They didn’t ask questions, but did follow Garcia to Hotch’s office to listen in. It was clearly serious if Garcia was upset.

Garcia didn’t even knock before entering.

Hotch looked up from his desk, clearly unimpressed with the lack of knocking until he saw the looks on his team’s faces - especially Garcia’s.

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asked, clicking the lid on his pen.

“Sir, you know how you asked me to set up that system where if any immediate family relatives of ours were admitted to hospital then they’d flag on my system so we’d know?” She asked.

Hotch stood up immediately.

“Is Jack okay?” His heart sank.

“Yes, Sir, he is.” Garcia looked distressed still, “But Y/N was in a major car accident last night. Drunk driver hit her side of the car. Caused her car to be sent spinning across the road where it was then hit at the rear by a lorry.”

Hotch went pale. He felt like his heart had stopped beating.

“When?” Hotch picked up his phone.

No new messages.

Why had no one contacted him about this?

He was your emergency contact. He should have been notified about this.

“Accident happened last night at about 11:15. I only got the notification when I came in this morning, Sir.”

“She’s been in the hospital since 11:15 last night?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Where is she now?”

“I had a look and… seems like she’s been in surgery for most of the night.”

Hotch had heard enough. He was ready to go now.

“Prentiss and Morgan. Go to the police station and find out what you can about the accident. I want that drunk driver ID’d.” Hotch ordered and they both left the room immediately.

“Call us if anything changes, Hotch.” Morgan added and Hotch nodded.

Reid…” Hotch said.

“I’m coming to the hospital with you.” Reid said for his boss.

“I need you here to work the case with Dave.”

“Hotch, this will probably be the only time I say this… but no. I’m coming with you and no doubt Rossi will too. Y/N is our friend too.” Reid argued back and Hotch didn’t have to say anything else for everyone to know that he was grateful for it.

Hotch needed the support and he knew you would need it to.

Screw this case.

Family was more important.

“Garcia…”

“I have my computers scanning security footage as we speak, Sir.”

“Good.”

“Go get our girl, Sir.” Garcia said and Hotch wasted no more time before exiting his office.

<.><.><.>

“You can’t blame yourself, Aaron.” Dave said as he drove the car to the hospital.

Aaron had wanted to drive but Dave had disagreed. It would’ve been dangerous for him to drive at a time like this.

“I spoke to her 15 minutes before the accident, Dave.” Aaron said, his composure slowly breaking.

Dave didn’t add anything to the conversation because he knew this was Aaron’s way of opening up as to why he felt so guilty.

“I told her not to call because my phone needed to be open for the police detectives to call me.”

“You were sleep deprived Aaron.” Dave argued.

“That’s not an excuse.”

“Maybe not, but it was the truth.”

Aaron kept his gaze on the road in front of them.

This car journey had felt like the longest twenty minutes of his life. Then he thought about how long you must have been alone in your crumpled car until someone arrived - how long that must have felt. How scary that must have been.

“I can’t lose her too.” Aaron said.

“You won’t. She’s got a strength in her that not everyone does.”

Aaron wanted to smile at that because he knew it was true, but it was hard to smile when he didn’t have a clue what state he was about to find you in.

<.><.><.>

Aaron stormed into the ER.

He did a quick sweep of the room and walked to the front desk. His hands gripped the front desk like it was the only thing keeping him standing up.

“Y/N L/N.”

“I’m sorry, Sir?” The nurse questioned.

“I’m here to see Y/N L/N. She was brought in late last night from a car accident.” Hotch explained.

“Let me see.” The nurse typed away on her computer.

Rossi and Reid came up behind Aaron as they also waited to hear what the nurse had to say.

Aaron’s team was like a family to him, which meant they were also a family to you. The team had taken a liking to you ever since they had seen how much you had positively impacted Aaron’s life. They had never seen him smile so much as when he was around you. You brought out the best in him and the thought of losing you meant losing their boss too.

“Are you Aaron Hotchner, Sir?” The nurse questioned.

“Yes.”

The nurse smiled sympathetically, “Miss L/N specifically told the doctors last night that we weren’t to contact you.”

“W-what?” Aaron furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m her emergency contact.”

“We’re aware, Mr Hotchner.”

“S-so what?” Aaron tried to calm himself down because he knew it wasn’t the nurses fault, “That’s it?...”

“Miss L/N told us not to contact you, Mr Hotchner, so we didn’t. However, now you are here I don’t see any reason to hold you back any further. Just sign this ‘sign in’ sheet, please.”

“Thank you.” Aaron said honestly, feeling both a wave of relief and anxiety.

Why had you told them not to call him?

Well, he knew why…

It was starting to feel like this was his fault. Doubts creeping into his mind as to whether he was the right person for you. It felt like no matter what he did, no matter how happy he became, he would always be tested in some way.

<.><.><.>

Reid and Rossi had gone to buy you flowers, leaving Aaron in the room alone with you.

It had been a shock to see you at first.

He hadn’t really prepared himself for how you might look, but he definitely hadn’t expected this.

You were bandaged like a mummy. Your head had a thick bandage wrapped around. Your hands were littered with plasters and gauze from where tiny bits of shattered glass had cut into your skin. He couldn’t see your chest but he had no doubts that the entire area would be black and bruised.

It made Aaron feel sick seeing you like this.

<.><.><.>

When you finally came around you felt lighter than you had before.

There was no seat belt cutting into your skin and you could breathe a little easier too. The bed you were laid in was really comfortable and someone had clearly dimmed the lights in preparation for you waking up.

Your eyes opened to find yourself in a hospital room.

The small window to the right told you it was a new day because it had been nighttime the last time you had seen the sky. Whether it was the next day or a couple of days was difficult to guess.

You looked down from the window to the small table.

There were six bunches of flowers of all different varieties. All of them had cards underneath them and you were eager to know who they were from.

The one that had a mathematical joke on had to be from Reid. The one that was covered in pink glitter was definitely from Garcia. The one that was clearly handmade had to be the work of Jack Hotchner. That one made you smile.

Your eyes went to the other side of the room where there was a chair facing your bed.

It was empty.

You knew who had been there, though, thanks to the blazer and red tie draped over the back of it.

Just as you started thinking about Aaron, you could hear your two favourite boys approaching.

“But I want to give the giraffe to her now, dad.”

“Ssh, ssh. We have to be quiet now bud, okay? Y/Ns sleeping.”

“But she’s been sleeping all day.”

“That’s because she’s poorly.”

“Oh, okay.”

Aaron and Jack entered the room a moment later, leaving the door open.

“Y/N!” Jack screamed in excitement when he saw that you were awake. He shuffled himself out of his dad’s hold until he was on the floor and running over to your bedside.

Aaron was ready to tell Jack off until he saw that you were in fact awake.

“Jack, careful.” Aaron said when his son started climbing on the bed.

“He’s okay.” You assured them both.

“Dad said you’re poorly.” Jack said.

“I guess I am.” You smiled at him.

“Does this hurt?” He pointed to the bandage on your forehead.

“A little.”

“Dad can kiss it better.” Jack explained like he was the certified doctor working in this hospital. It made you and Aaron laugh, which was probably the best form of medicine anyways. “Won’t you dad?”

Instead of giving a yes or a no response, Aaron came over to you and placed a kiss on top of the bandage. You couldn’t feel his lips, but his presence was enough to make you a little bit emotional.

He smelt like home and his closeness was so warm that you felt comforted.

Aaron kept his face close to yours as pulled away. He looked at you and noticed your teary eyes. His thumb reached your cheek to softly pad over the skin there - no doubt to check that you were really here and okay.

“Hey Jack, why don’t we go and get a chocolate bar for Y/N, hmm?” You heard Rossi’s voice behind Aaron.

Neither you or Aaron made a move from each other to check. Rossi must have taken Jack from the room because it went so quiet then.

Aaron kept his gaze on your eyes and you could see the sadness lost within them.

You hated to see him so sad. It was your weakness.

“I’m…”

“If you say you’re sorry I’m going to be really upset.” Aaron said quickly to cut you off.

You nodded, crying a bit more now.

“Thank you for coming.” You said instead.

“Don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. I’ll always be here.” Aaron moved to perch on the bed beside you, careful not to bump into any sore part of you.

“How did you even know?”

“Garcia.”

“Of course” You smiled. Aaron smiled because you smiled.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for being an asshole last night.”

“Aaron, love, I can see that you’re beating yourself up over this but it wasn’t your fault. Yes, you were kind of an asshole. I did need you last night, but you definitely didn’t cause this and I know you know that.”

“You’re too lovely.” He responded.

“I just won’t have you blame yourself for something you had no control over.”

Aaron nodded, “I’ll never not answer the phone again.”

“Okay.”

“But you have to promise to never block me as an emergency contact again. You hear me?” He said sternly.

“I do. It was kind of stupid of me.” You rolled your eyes thinking back now.

“Yeah it was.” Aaron gave you a small smirk, glad to hear you were okay enough to make a joke or two.

“I just didn’t want you to worry.”

“Honey. I’m going to worry whether or not you are actually okay.”

“When I told the nurse to not call you she asked whether you were a crazy ex of mine.” You chuckled.

“You’re an absolute menace.”

“A menace that’s going to need lots of kisses to nurse me back to health.”

“Oh yeah?”

“That’s what Dr Jack said.” You shrugged.

“I better get started then.”

[stephnthangss]

Aaron Hotchner - first and last episode

[stephnthangss]

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST / MARVEL MASTERLIST

James Logan Howlett / Wolverine x Female Mutant Reader

Summary: The story of James Logan Howlett and Y/N: a love that burns throughout time.

Warnings: Every chapter will have its own warnings but here are some overall warnings: nakedness, talk of sex / sexual innuendos (no actual smut), torture, abuse, death of main character(s), serious injuries, canon-level violence.

Notes: I do not do taglists. I just encourage everyone to follow and interact! I'm super excited for this series! Likes, reblogs, comments and asks are encouraged and very appreciated!

X-Men Origins: Wolverine

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

X-Men

nine

ten

eleven

twelve

thirteen

fourteen

X2: X-Men United

fifteen

sixteen

seventeen

eighteen

nineteen

twenty

twenty-one

X-Men: The Last Stand

twenty-two

twenty-three

twenty-four

twenty-five

twenty-six

twenty-seven

twenty-eight

twenty-nine

thirty

The Wolverine

thirty-one

thirty-two

thirty-three

thirty-four

thirty-five

X-Men: Days of Future Past

thirty-six

thirty-seven

thirty-eight

thirty-nine

forty

forty-one

forty-two

forty-three

forty-four

forty-five

Logan

thirty-six

thirty-seven

thirty-eight

thirty-nine

forty

forty-one

forty-two

forty-three

forty-four

forty-five

forty-six

forty-seven

Deadpool and Wolverine

forty-eight

forty-nine

fifty

fifty-one

fifty-two

fifty-three

fifty-four

fifty-five

fifty-six

fifty-seven

fifty-eight

fifty-nine

sixty

sixty-one

sixty-two

sixty-three

sixty-four

sixty-five

sixty-six

sixty-seven

sixty-eight

sixty-nine

seventy

seventy-one ~ version one

seventy-one ~ version two

TIMELINE

PLAYLIST

EVERYDAY MOMENTS MASTERLIST

ASK: PILATES?

An Ember For Every Wolverine

[stephnthangss]

One shots - Under 1k words

Navigation: Smut - 🔥 | Fluff - 🌸 | Angst - 💧| Puppy hybrid!reader - 🐶 |

Aaron Hotchner:

Working from home - 🔥

You shouldn’t have done that - 🔥🌸

Protected - ���

You want to do what? - 🔥

What’s yours, is mine! - 🌸

Goodnight, kitten. - 🔥

Please eat - 💧

Am I too needy? -💧🔥

Lost and found | Part 2 - 🐶

Puppy’s first tail - 🔥

5:30am - 🌸💧

Stress relief - 🔥

Driving Range - 🌸🔥

Sick day - 🌸

A reindeer for Christmas - 🐶

Getaway - 🌸

Pats and Rubs - 🔥🌸

What on earth are they doing? - 🌸

Do you know who you are? - 💧

Sweet treats - 🌸

Heart-shaped cookies - 🌸

Midnight - 🌸

Nightmares - 🌸

Home is where the heart is - 🌸

Knotted mess - 💧🌸

Culinary affection - 🌸

The reveal - 🌸

Solace - 💧

Home is with you - 🌸

Raccoon city - 🌸

The jacket incident - 🌸

Backgammon - 🌸

Drawer - 🌸

Triumph at the finish line - 🌸

Discoloration - 🌸💧

Ink - 🌸

In gentle hands - 🌸

Temptation - 🔥

Cornucopia - 🌸 | Part 2

New addition - 🌸

Can’t sleep without you - 💧🌸

Rambling - 🌸

Unexpected interrogation - 🌸💧

A sweet surprise, a warmer welcome - 🌸

Sunday morning - 🌸

Boundaries

A night just for you - 🌸

Valkyrie

Blink twice, tap four times, hold your breath and count to six

In Sickness and Health

Subtle flex

Steady hands

Girl boss

Under the weather

Letter opener | part 2

Bad habits

Used to it

Safe and sound 

Outcast

Dirty Laundry

Fault Lines

Honey and wildflowers

Almost

Red to blue

Overruled

The Oscars 

Wide awake

Mine

Doctor’s orders

Other pairings:

A pause from the pressure [S.R] - 🌸

Fireflies [G.M] - 🌸

Words will be words [L.A + P.G] - 🌸

Smooth talker [D.M] - 🌸

Pretty eyes [S.R] - 🌸

Lavender [S.R] - 🌸(🔥)

Beautiful as you are [D.M] - 🌸

Pills and pain [S.R]

[stephnthangss]

Anyways, enough about.. ghost twt

LOOK CLIP OF PAPA SINGING

[stephnthangss]

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

[stephnthangss]

james buchanan ‘bucky’ barnes

masterlist • marvel • 04/10/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs four

one two three five

𑣲 light I @sun-kissy

bucky meets you, his bright, new neighbour, and is instantly endeared

𑣲 bucky hcs I @/sun-kissy

𑣲 people pleaser!reader I @winterarmyy

𑣲 must be fate pt2 pt3 pt4 I @/winterarmyy

Y/N has been crossing paths with this particularly sweet alpha all day long; this must be fate right?

𑣲 sleepy heads I @/winterarmyy

That time when the reader accidentally fell asleep on a stranger’s shoulder in the subway ride home. The stranger in question, however, is none other than the former Winter Soldier, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

𑣲 valley-girl charm I @rainydayathogwarts

In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice.

𑣲 starry eyed I @flowersforbucky

reader gets a special gift from her secret santa

𑣲 alls well that ends well to end up with you I @/flowersforbucky

bucky isn't going to let an extended mission, a severe thunderstorm, and a delayed flight ruin your first valentine's day together.

𑣲 no one does it better I @/flowersforbucky

sent on a mission with the man you never intended to fall for, you run into someone from your past who your heart has never been able to fully let go of.

𑣲 love language I @/flowersforbucky

snapshots of your relationship with bucky told through the five love languages.

𑣲 moth to a flame I @/flowersforbucky

bucky is triggered into the winter soldier during a mission and then goes MIA, until he seeks you out in the middle of the night.

𑣲 rule number one I @mrs-elsie-barnes

Bucky is happy to find you still in his bed the morning after the night before, but Steve isn't impressed.

𑣲 never again I deactivated account

natasha likes to touch bucky's dog tags and bucky, well, he just wants to know why his favorite girl isn't talking to him.

𑣲 the other guy I @seventven

pietro proves to y/n that bucky is into her by doing everything in his power to make him jealous

𑣲 voicemails to an unmanned inbox I @pellucid-constellations

When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home. 

𑣲 flashing lights pt2 I @/pellucid-constellations

Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?

𑣲 jealous I @/pellucid-constellations

You keep talking about the owner of that new bakery and it’s rubbing Bucky the wrong way.

𑣲 five moments in time I @/pellucid-constellations

All of the moments in which Sergeant Barnes let the nurse on his unit know he’s not gonna stop trying to win her over. Even from beyond the grave.

𑣲 stay still pt 2 I @buckysknifecollection

What if your soulmate was the one person you had hurt the most?

𑣲 dog tags I @/buckysknifecollection

You are a kept prisoner by Hydra, your role is to fix Soldat’s metal arm whenever it gets damaged in a mission. You grow fond of each other and you decide to save him.

𑣲 slipping away I @kashimos-hajime

and now, he’s not your bucky anymore.

𑣲 dr. bee I @malum-forev

Bucky has quite the reputation but all it takes for him to want to change is an hour with an outspoken little Bee.

𑣲 eyes never lie I @/malum-forev

Sam and Bucky try to recruit (Y/N), Bucky's ex and a former Avenger who has left that life behind. But they realize her life has changed completely once they meet a her daughter with striking blue eyes.

𑣲 her weakness I @buckysfaveplum

you’re an enhanced individual with strong abilities and one moral code- you only fight with them when your opponent is also enhanced. during the fight with john walker, that code gets broken when bucky is hurt

𑣲 misery loves company pt2 pt3 pt4 I @shurisneakers

grumpy x grumpy drabbles

𑣲 saturn I @/shurisneakers

you die. bucky tries to bring you back (or) close to a year after you die, bucky's desperation finally finds an answer. but it may not be the one he's hoping for.

𑣲 unsolved I @/shurisneakers

Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or any shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

𑣲 by the warmth of the oven I @elixirfromthestars

You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

𑣲 boulevard confessions I @/elixirfromthestars

Being a third wheel to Peggy and Steve wasn't your ideal Thursday night fun. However, when they tell you Bucky is tagging along you eagerly decide to join them. That is until a third party makes its presence known.

𑣲 knock you down a peg or two I @navybrat817

Someone learns the hard way that it's a bad idea to upset Bucky's wife.

𑣲 stood up I @/navybrat817

Bucky asks you out on a date and doesn't show.

𑣲 sugar plums I @blythesarchives

The soldier has an attachment to you.

𑣲 Подарок I @/blythesarchives

You give the soldier a present for Christmas.

𑣲 limbo I @/blythesarchives

Not quite Bucky, not quite Soldat, but all yours.

𑣲 cut your hair I @/blythesarchives

You help Bucky cut his hair.

𑣲 fugitives I @/blythesarchives

While you and Bucky flee from captivity in Berlin, Bucky shows his thanks to you for always being by his side.

𑣲 just as you are I @/blythesarchives

He tries his best for Valentine's Day.

𑣲 some other guy I @espinosaurusrexex

Everything was finished: the buffet was ready with sweet goodies, people were wearing their ugliest Christmas sweaters, and the music spread Christmas spirit wherever it reached. But you were still not enjoying it as much as you should. Something was missing, but what could you have possibly forgotten?

*sorry to many writers who were tagged but can’t see their fics. this maxed out on users so i took half and adding to a new list. (and i was afraid it would max out links as well)

[stephnthangss]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Welcome to the Bucky Barnes Masterlist! This collection features an array of stories celebrating the beloved character of Bucky Barnes. You'll find an assortment of Bucky Barnes stories spanning various genres, including romance, angst, and humor.

Main Masterlist --- Fluffmus Masterlist Imagines: Bright Side Of You He's a brooding soldier haunted by his past, but Bucky Barnes can’t help but crack a smile around the relentlessly cheerful newcomer, Y/N, who refuses to let him hide. As he grapples with his growing affection, he realizes that maybe letting her in isn’t just a distraction from his demons—it might be the salvation he never knew he needed.

Smaller Love Formed You unexpectedly run into Bucky Barnes, the father of your son, Jack, after years of heartbreak and betrayal.

New Beginnings Part 2 to Smaller Love Formed Bucky Barnes is eager to rebuild your shared life and create a future filled with love and second chances.

Beyond Repair The highly requested alternative ending to Smaller Love Formed

Cozy Family Days A cozy morning filled with love

Double Trouble A cozy double date with Bucky, Steve, and Natasha turns into a night of laughter and playful antics.

Babies?...No Bucky comes home after a doctor's appointment, clearly troubled. He reveals he has concerning news that might affect your future together.

Our Holiday Haven You and Bucky celebrate your first Christmas together

Candy, Costumes and Family Fun Halloween night sparkles with magic as you, Bucky, and your daughter embark on a playful adventure. Costumes, laughter, and sweet surprises create cherished memories.

Silent Joy After months of anticipation, you discover you're pregnant just as Bucky heads out on a mission. While he’s away, you keep a secret that will change everything. When he returns, he’s blindsided by the news, and both of your lives are set on a new course.

Shopping Shenanigans You and Bucky Barnes turn a simple grocery trip into a playful race to gather ingredients for your respective dinners, filling the store with laughter and excitement. However, amid the fun, Bucky realizes he’s forgotten a crucial ingredient—pasta.

The Space Between Us In a complex web of feelings, Bucky and the reader navigate their friends-with-benefits arrangement, only for a new avenger from Bucky's past to disrupt their dynamic. As old flames ignite and jealousy simmers, the reader grapples with the fragility of their connection, leaving them questioning the true nature of their relationship.

Choosing Us Part 2 to The Space Between Us Bucky and the reader confront the growing distance in their relationship, sparked by his lingering connection with Maria. After heartfelt conversations and introspection, Bucky realizes his true feelings for the reader and asks Steve to move Maria to another department, choosing to prioritize their future together.

Little Moments Bucky and the reader take their daughter shopping for her first school dress, with Bucky growing emotional as he watches her try it on, reflecting on how fast she's growing up and the family he's built. Later, when Bucky struggles with the weight of his past, his daughter makes him a heartfelt card to cheer him up, reminding him of the love and joy his family brings.

Dangerous Intrigue When Y/N, a nurse seeking a quiet escape, finds herself being harassed in a dimly lit Brooklyn bar, a mysterious stranger named Bucky steps in to protect her. Unbeknownst to her, Bucky's world is full of danger and secrets, and her fateful encounter with him pulls her into a life she never imagined—one where trust and survival go hand in hand.

Safety in the Pines Bucky urgently takes his partner and their golden retriever, Daisy, to a secluded cabin after discovering that his enemies have located her. As they grapple with the danger surrounding them, Bucky reassures her of his commitment to keep her safe, prompting her to consider moving in with him for their protection and future together.

Shattered Trust On their anniversary, the reader prepares a special dinner for Bucky, who forgets the occasion and instead goes out to the club with friends, leaving her feeling abandoned and hurt. Later, she receives a message from a friend with pictures of Bucky leaving the club with another woman, shattering her trust and leaving her heartbroken.

A Dad's Protection During a rare family outing in Central Park, Bucky notices a mysterious figure following him, putting his protective instincts on high alert. With his young daughter, Ava, in his arms and his wife by his side, Bucky calmly but decisively confronts the threat, reassuring his family and vowing to keep them safe, no matter the cost.

Wounded Mob Bucky finds himself gravely injured, forced to rely on the reader’s gentle care as he heals. As she tends to his wounds, the hardened walls he's built around his heart begin to crumble, leaving him vulnerable to emotions he never expected to feel.

Crafting Our Future Bucky, a member of the mob, is dedicated to caring for his pregnant partner and building nursery items for their baby’s arrival. As he crafts, his soft, loving gestures and tender moments with the reader reveal his deep affection and excitement for their future together.

Shattered Promises Bucky Barnes is forced to complete one last job for his ruthless former employer, Zander, who threatens the safety of his family if he refuses.

A Baby's Heartbeat The reader and Bucky have to navigate from friends with benefits to becoming parents. Almost... The reader grapples with unspoken feelings for Bucky, who is in a relationship with Emily, while navigating the complex dynamics of their close-knit team. As the tension builds, the reader comes to realize their worth, ultimately letting go of the hope for a romance with Bucky and embracing their own strength and independence. Breaking Through Bucky and the reader navigate the tension of their argument at the gala, where their emotions boil over and they have a heated confrontation fueled by hurtful words and misunderstandings.

Inner Artist When Bucky Barnes indulges his girlfriend’s boredom by letting her decorate his vibranium arm with vibrant doodles, he finds himself unexpectedly proud of the colorful masterpiece.

Same As Me Your son meets his hero, Bucky Barnes, in the store

Falling Slowly A single mother navigates the challenges of raising her young son while unexpectedly crossing paths with Bucky Barnes, a powerful and complex man who gradually forms a connection with both her and her child, leading to new possibilities for their future.

Maddie's Guardian A single father, Bucky Barnes, finds unexpected solace and hope when a compassionate nurse helps him care for his sick daughter during a late-night emergency, only for fate to bring them together again at a club, where an unexpected dance sparks the possibility of love and a brighter future.

When He Chose Them Bucky Barnes, after a sudden and unexplained absence from the reader’s life, returns to confess that he has a daughter, Sophie, conceived during their relationship but hidden from the reader, revealing his struggles with his past and the emotional turmoil he has been facing.

Future Dreams Bucky sees a child and admits to reader that he would like children in the future Always Part 2 to Almost

You're Mine Where Bucky is your best friend but doesn't want you going out on your date

Avenger's Day Bucky takes his son, Dylan, to Avengers Tower for a fun-filled day with the team.

Lost Hide and seek scares Bucky

Building Trust

Stories: Unexpected Chemistry: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[stephnthangss]

I kinda love everyone freaking out about actually being able to see a band's singer sing!

Ghost makes you appreciate the little things XD

[stephnthangss]

PAPA V PERPETUA FOR ROLLING STONE UK

[stephnthangss]

Man’s just gave up on trying to get that door open and filmed a music video outside the ministry.