gold velvet couch


The only thing you’re hoping as your car climbs the sweeping driveway to Stevie Nicks’ Los Angeles oceanfront home is that you won’t be disappointed, that the house will be as you imagine it. When its owner is the ultimate rock poet, a woman who has spent 30 years channeling gypsies, sprites and goddesses, it’s only natural to envision velvet surrounds and lace shawls - bohemian meets heavenly.
So as you make your way past the hedges blooming with bougainvillea, roses, honeysuckle and jasmine, up the white steps inlaid with Spanish tiles, your heart starts to beat a little faster, your curiosity gets the better of you. What if, privately, Stevie Nicks keeps things simple? Then you step inside and immediately start smiling, relieved. It’s everything you hoped - only better.
It’s early afternoon and there are candles lit and dripping, the sweet smell of incenses fills every room. There are fairy dolls and life-size sprites, gold scarves and velvet couches, beaded pillows and antique lamps. The Pacific Ocean outside provides the perfect soundtrack, as the sound of waves lapping the shore seeps into every corner of the house.
I designed this place, it’s all me.

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8. Captive Heart, Captive Mind

Bucky X Reader

Summary: Reader had been imprisoned for over five years and cut off from her powers for most of that time. She is ready to give up when she is given one more mission by the mysterious group she has been captured by.

Author’s Note: I am so, so sorry. THIS WAS HARD. I had this planned out… but I didn’t know this would happen. I didn’t want to, but I had to. There is some light foreshadowing happening… but you probably won’t notice through all of the tears and screaming my name in anger.

Warnings: T/W Rape/Sexual Assault History. T/W Rape/Sexual Assault Attempt. T/W Abuse/Beating. Cursing. Alcohol Consumption.


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I woke up to the sound of rain on my window, a light feeling in my chest. I looked around and saw that somehow I had made it to my bed last night. I didn’t remember getting here, but the memory of Tony carrying me here and Pepper tucking me in seems about right.

I stretched and smiled, feeling how sore my face was from all of the smiling and laughing I did last night. I turned to see that it was already 3:00. I haven’t slept that long or that soundly in a very, very long time. However since it was 3:00, I only had four hours to get ready for the party. I thought that this was more than enough, but Wanda and Nat banging on my door told me otherwise. As soon as I opened the door I was given a plate of food and a cup of coffee and I was being dragged into my bathroom to get ready. I looked at them to see that they had been ready for a while. “Why are you guys already ready? We don’t have to be there until seven, right?”

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