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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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Little less than super, soldier

Basically an oc x zemo fic but I'm going to write it in y/n style because that's what I'm comfortable with ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also I am still working on Avatar and Spiderman fics just taking a self indulgent break because the FOCUStm is on Zemo rn.

Your characters background is clear as the story progresses but if you'd prefer to know it going in this is a post on it! And this is a short fic of that info too ✌

This is a part one... I got so excited and wrote a few more ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Sam gets back up from an old friend, meanwhile y/n is struggling to deal with Zemo.

warnings: for now canon typical violence, tho later chapters will contain mild body horror. Warnings will specify.

Nicht - Don't

Tut mir leid - I'm sorry

Soldat - Soldier

(My german is very basic so feel free to correct me!)

Sam hadn't seen you in years, not since he watched you walk away from him, Bucky and Steve. He couldn't argue with their decision, it was for the best. You were a wreck and despite his best hopes he knew you were right. If anyone knew you were alive they'd use you again.

Still he wasn't too surprised when you turned up at his house. He'd only been back from dust a few days earlier but he'd heard from others that you'd been there. Stepping up to help when people around the globe needed you. He hadn't realized the broken person he'd met screaming in a cell had so much heart.

Still you were a ball of nerves, being overly polite and stumbling over your questions. It was a far cry from the swearing, snapping venom you'd spit when the Avengers had you and it put him a little on edge. You just wanted to know if he was okay, if they all were and that you'd be leaving again. He'd given your shoulder a squeeze, despite the flinch, and wished you the best. You'd settled quickly under his had and that was the first time he saw you really smile.

He found the number a few hours later. A tiny scrap you'd somehow tucked into his own jean pocket. A small note, "Just in case." He felt oddly proud of who you'd become and kept it into his wallet.

That day passed into fond memory but every so often a little note and number would turn up. A small reminder you were out there and willing to help again. A few times he thought to call but he didn't. No point worrying you or pulling you back for nothing.

Only this wasn't nothing now. He and Bucky were stumped and with the threat of super-soldiers and he knew you'd want to know. Though the idea of dragging you back it was horrible. He felt the weight of his decision bearing down on his shoulders. Sam slumped further into his chair as he eyed the message. Then with a last deep breath in, his thumb tapped the glass.

Sent. Delivered. Read. Ellipsis.

Then nothing. He waited, head in hands, regretting it immediately. It wasn't like you wouldn't be a huge help but dragging you back like this? It just didn't feel right. Even if you came what could you know anyway? Hydra weren't exactly open with you about things whilst in there clutches. Hell you might end up coming to draw gun fire and that thought twisted his gut. Sam watched the screen until his eyes burnt, then let his head hit the desk.

The buzz startled him some time later. He flung out his seat, scrambling to the message. Bucky, whatever he had been up to after visiting Zemo he was ready to meet. Sam's shoulders sagged as he read the text. He wasn't disappointed, not really. He knew he was asking too much by contacting you. The risk to your freedom was eminence. There was no telling who was still out there looking for you, other than SWORD anyway.

Still Sam couldn't help but feel down as he got his things ready. God only knows what Bucky had done and meeting him across town in some garage didn't bode well.

Maybe you'd settled down somewhere, maybe you were happy. He hoped so, that you'd chosen yourself. Sam fortified himself, squaring his shoulders as he headed to the door. No point stalling, he needed to find out what Bucky had been up to.

He swung the door out quickly but found his feet rooted in place. There you were, frozen with a hand in the air ready to knock. A mess of hair, in sweatpants and an old thread bare t-shirt, looking rather stunned. He stared a moment, watching your mouth bob open and shut, over night bag slipping down your shoulder.

"Y/n!" Sam couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. To his relief your posture relaxed and you returned his smile. "Come on, Bucky might have something, we'll meet him across town."

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You knew you should try to stop bouncing your leg but every time you lost focus it jumped to life. You didn't want Sam to see you worried like this. He'd always been so kind to you and you didn't doubt he'd let you leave if you asked. You couldn't however, no matter how much it felt like jaws were gonna snap down on you.

He'd been so nice in the car over, being careful to avoid touching you, asking after your life, avoiding making you speak any specifics. You appreciated that, although your run down, rented flat and part time jobs were hardly worth the effort. Hell you'd struggled enough making nice with coworkers, maybe a fresh start would be nice after this.

You'd wanted to call Sam. You'd wanted to check in with him and his family. For a time you even considered contacting Wanda but you never liked someone else in your mind with you. No you'd resigned yourself to the loneliness. Maybe you should get a pet.

"Is it Bucky?" Sam offered, eyes glancing to you before returning to scanning the room. "You know after Wakanda he's..."

"Yes I know." You interrupted, stilling yourself again. You'd actually gone to see him shortly after checking in with Sam. A guilty part of you had felt relieved when he'd disappeared. Though after the five year absence you felt you had to see him too.

He'd been starting therapy at the time, was working, he was doing well all things considered. Still you'd felt the need to check, to be sure the Soldat was gone. You'd left then satisfied that the man you'd known wasn't behind those kind sad eyes and that this Bucky that stood in his skin was not a threat. Still an incredibly able soldier just not of the winter variety. Anyway it wasn't him you were worried about.

When Sam had fully explained the situation you'd blanched. These flag-smashers had access to the serum. Not the same one you'd had pumped into you but a better one. One that left them with the strength and power of Captain America, not just side effects.

Still no matter what it cost, you couldn't leave knowing the serum was out there somewhere. So you'd focus on that, let it anger you, burn away any doubt and drive you forward.

You heard him before you saw him. Loud deliberate steps, Sam must have let him know you'd be there. Unless they were so as not to startle Sam. Regardless there was little more than a tight smiles shared before Bucky led you both further in to the garage.

You wouldn't say you were on comfortable terms with him yet. He was still guilt ridden about the Soldat's memories with you and you were still a little unnerved with a new man wearing the same face. It was nice to see him so happy though. Even in this circumstance his mood seemed far different than you'd ever seen him. Here's to therapy you supposed.

Bucky's plan seemed rather extreme. Break Zemo out and have him help. You had to admit it seemed rather extreme. The ex Colonel was part of an elite intelligence op and had a history of hating Avengers. Though he also hated super soldiers more so that might keep him on their side. Enemy of my enemy and all that.

Except you'd be among the enemy in that case. It wasn't outside the realms of possibility that Zemo didn't know about you. After all his search through the leaked files where rather singular in their aims. Your particular information had been lost or redacted so heavily that without specific knowledge on you it would be hard to link the two.

You continued to follow behind Sam, keeping your eyes on the shadows, watching your back. Some stress was elevated when Bucky flipped the lights on, continuing his back and forth with Sam after shooting a soft look at you. Nothing got past his notice.

If they kept this bickering up you'd be there all day. You slunk over to a car under the lights, perching on the open bonnet. You couldn't help the fondness in your smile as you watched their amusing relationship. Giggling to yourself as Sam rolled his eyes with his whole body, raising his brows to you.

"Look, let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I just walk you through a hypothetical." Bucky started.

"What did you do?" Sam questioned, his brow furrowing as he turned back to face him.

You felt tense again, arms uncrossing from your chest. You weren't quiet sure what was going on now. Clearly Sam had caught on to something you'd missed. Bucky launched into a far too detailed plan and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Every hair stood on end as the dawning realization hit.

"You didn't..." You almost whispered as Sam interrupted again. Then the door was opening and your ears were ringing. Your heart pounded in your throat as Sam charged forward in front of you. You were still stunned, now behind them both as Zemo entered the garage, dressed in a guards uniform.

He caught eyes with you for a moment, taking his hat off before returning to Sam and Bucky's argument. His eyes seemed to drift back to you before he interjected again.

You found yourself standing under his scrutinizing gaze, drifting closer to Sam, inching him further between you and Zemo. You barely followed what was being said, waiting for him to pull a gun or stop staring. Either was preferable in this moment.

"Okay." Sam spoke, defeat in his tone. You clenched your jaw. You didn't like this. If the guy wasn't gonna attack he was going to manipulate his way to his release, you were sure.

Still he seemed cooperative, leading you all back to a larger room filled with old cars. They were expensive things but you didn't let your eyes wander from him. Choosing to break the middle of the pack, you kept yourself between Sam and him. Despite his words and values you wanted to remain vigilant. If you could do nothing else you'd shield Sam.

Other than a few snide comments he seemed true to his word. He drove the group of you to an airport in mostly silence. Peaking back at you and Sam through the mirror.

"So all this time you've been rich?" Sam said incredulous at the sight of the privet jet on the tarmac. You'd calmed down a little, walking by him and Bucky's side as you followed.

"I'm a Baron Sam, my family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." Zemo spat back. You couldn't help but snort at his comment. You regretted drawing his attention again when he stared back at you. You looked away until his attention left, drawn else where.

Bucky and Sam eyed you a moment and the indignation flared in you again. "What? They dropped that city on me." you hissed quietly. You weren't sure you wanted Zemo to hear that. Sam looked stunned blinking at you before he was turned back to the plane. You fell back in step behind the group as you approached.

You suppose you never did tell him about that. Just letting it stew with your general hatred towards your then captors back then. It'd been a huge loss to you. A life built there crashing down on top of you, leaving you broken and pinned for days. You shook the memories away trying to forget the carnage.

Zemo greeted an old butler looking guy at the steps. To your delight he was wearing the little white gloves and everything. Sam awkwardly nodded and you gave the man a genuine smile as you passed. He was just like the caricature on TV. He looked to be 100 and considering his familiarity with Zemo he could've known him all his life.

It soon set you on edge to be at his mercy 1000 feet in the air. With a knowing look he could fly you all anywhere and you'd be none the wiser. Certainly wouldn't make a change from most flights you'd been on, at least your hands would be free.

Zemo smiled at you as you boarded, gesturing to the seat opposite his own. You ducked your head, shifting quickly to the back behind Sam. If the staring was bad in the garage you sure as hell didn't wanna experience it in direct line of sight.

You didn't catch his name but Zemo spoke to the butler in Sokovian for a moment, implying he'd give out of date food to Sam and Bucky. Angered you huffed, Zemo turning at the sound. You caught his eye, keeping a glare set on his smug expression.

"Nicht." You bit out through gritted teeth. Your Sokovian was rusty but you saw the slightest change in Zemo's expression, before it settle back into a cat like grin.

"Tut mir leid." He nodded, turning back to face forwards again. Sam's head peaked at you from round his seat but you just slumped back into your own. Staring out the window and gripping the arm rests as the plane took flight.

Not long into cruising altitude Zemo angered Bucky. You hadn't been paying them much attention by this point. You'd found yourself relaxing and had become dazzled my the ice on the window and fluffy clouds below. You were startled back by the sudden movement of Bucky. Jumping up and catching Bucky's eye as he took his hand off Zemo's neck and slumped back into his seat, his book back in his hands.

Cursing under your breath you moved to the seat in front of Zemo now. You resigned yourself to a task to keep you awake, stop them from killing one another.

Zemo spoke an apology, but it seemed more probing than you liked. To your relief Sam seemed to turn the conversation back to lighter topics. You slid further into your seat a moment before Zemo began pushing again. You glare into him, not missing the way he glanced at you when he said "innocents die."

A small pang of fear hit you but you bit back a response. He'd clearly caught the hint of resentment you felt towards what happened in Sokovia. Still you kept your gaze level as you bit your cheek and allowed Zemo to continue.

Madripoor, you'd only ever been there in passing. The lawless nature allowed you to obtain some fake documents for relatively cheap. It was too risky to stick around though, too many dangers, too much risk of outing yourself.

Worse still Bucky was gonna have to put on an old mask.

Soldat

#my fics #helmut zemo #the falcon and the winter soldier #kinda wanna write a sam x reader too now #zemo x reader #zemo x oc #little less than super soldier

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steddieunderdogfics · 9 months

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Steve Harrington - The Mortal Immortal by AngelHoneyDoll

Time loop fic with a really neat loop premise! Only one chapter left, show the author some love!

Steve Harrington - The Mortal Immortal by AngelHoneyDoll

Rating: Teens and Up

62,203 words, 3/4 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Tags: Hurt Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Protective Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington-centric, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Steve Harrington Has Powers, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Loop, Slow Burn, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Eddie Munson Lives, he dies a lot tho, Hurt Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Dead Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Eventual Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, it's a lot, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trans Eddie Munson

Summary:

In the cacophony of spindly webs and disembodied voices, Steve sank into the void, feeling the cold shiver in his bones and the blackness envelope his soul. He was at peace, deciding that was the last time he'd be stuck in that torturous, mind-boggling loop. This was the last time. Steve woke up. His eyes darted open, his breath snatching in his lungs and crushing his ribcage. Bolting upwards, he tried to see his surroundings but found only confusion and a blurred mirage. And once the panic had settled in his body, his eyes now focusing on the room, it was followed by more confusion. Steve found himself in his bedroom for the first time in months. /// Or, Steve is stuck in a time loop

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#steddie fic recs #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steve x eddie #angst with a happy ending #teens and up #time loop #canon divergent #AU #time travel #slow burn #major character death

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ao3feed-sambucky · 5 months

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The Best Man is a Bitch

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/S589q4l by God_of_thieves_1 Love is in the air as Sam and Bucky tie the knot and publicly declare their love and loyalty to each other. Fortunately, this doesn't distract Sharon and Zemo from their crusade to destroy Steve Rogers. AKA Sam and Bucky get married and Sharon and Zemo are the worst wedding guests in all of human history. Words: 10029, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sharon Carter (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sharon Carter & Sam Wilson & Helmut Zemo, Sharon Carter & Helmut Zemo Additional Tags: Weddings, Wedding Reception, Power Broker Sharon Carter (Marvel), Nebulous Zemo Parole Universe | Helmut Zemo Paroled from the Raft, Comedy, Drinking, Mentioned Steve Rogers, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Suicidal Helmut Zemo, it's not a big part of this story tho. just a few lines here and there, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Chaos, Crack Treated Seriously, Canon-Typical Violence, Drunken Shenanigans, Out of Character, Sam Wilson is So Done, Captain America Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Bisexual Helmut Zemo, sort of. it's implied, One Shot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/S589q4l

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

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macabre-mangled · 2 years

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I am in dire need of Eddie's reaction to the reader telling him that they're pregnant. He would probably be terrified and overprotective throughout the whole pregnancy

Fuck yeah I love prompts like this! ✨ I like drama ✨

Eddie with a pregnant S/O

Warnings: pregnancy mentions (kinda heavy details), abortion mention, canon typical violence and innuendos, weed use (On Eddies end)

I see him as someone who loves kids

Although he obviously would be terrified when you told him

Upon seeing your scared face tho he knows he has to just toughen up for you

He wouldn’t make you get an abortion unless YOU wanted it or it was medically necessary

He’s sort of in shock at first but recovers fairly quickly

He’s not necessarily a teenager anymore at the age of 21 but he’s still really young

He knows you’re in the same boat ( you being 18 or older here)

He’s calming you down and telling you that he’s not mad or upset with you

He wants to keep the baby

You do tell your parents who are disappointed but supportive nonetheless

Eddie definitely takes responsibility for once

He understands it’s somewhat his fault

He asks you to move in with him (in a different trailer or his uncles is up for discussion)

Now I’m going to say this happens after all the shit with season 4 and after you graduated

So you do have the opportunity to take a gap year before going to college

Throughout your pregnancy Eddie doesn’t leave your side

In fact he doesn’t even let you feed yourself

Whether you tell him off for that is up to you

You told Robin, Nancy, and Steve about 3 months in

You let the girls gush and touch your belly

Eddie refuses to let Steve do the same

He barely let the girls and you could see him gritting his teeth in the corner

If you complain about back pain or feet aches he’s right there in a heartbeat massaging you

He also does the thing where he comes up behind you and gently lifts your belly to take the weight off you for a little bit

When you’re farther along his hands never leave your belly

He also gets WAY more protective if that was possible

The kind of guy that’s constantly asking you if you’re ok or if you need to take a seat

Once you find out the gender he’s over the moon

He starts preparing the little rockstar’s nursery

He insisted on the rockstar theme

You let him have this

He also has some name ideas but he thinks you should have the final say

Girl: Helena, Poppy, Ophelia

Boy: Ozzy (obviously ) , Axel, Orion

Once your baby is born tho he’s not putting them down

He’s so enamored with them

You literally have to remind him that you have to feed them

He loves watching you do this

He’s just so happy with his little family

#writers on tumblr #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #writeblr #writerscommunity #x reader #writerslife #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine

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storiesbyrhi · 2 years

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Vintage Reeboks - Chapter 3: World Wide Web

Eddie Munson x Reader More Eddie fics here

3351 word count

Warnings: Mentions of being queer in the 80s; mentions of canon-typical violence; mentions of weed; mention of sex

Synopsis: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Previous Chapters: 1 - Lover’s Lake; 2 – Hey, Siri

Chapter Synopsis: Two questions. First question: is Eddie cool now? Second question: where are they now?

Author’s Note: Huge thanks and credit to a few Anons on Tumblr and the following AO3 friends for the support and inspo: Icabod Jones, June, Anonymous_bird_206, Mere, goudaconnoisseur, MagnetGirl11511, Breadedegg, wyldwoodnymph.

By the time you and Eddie had fallen asleep, it was a little after three in the morning. Naturally then, you both slept late.

There was no work to rush off to when you woke. It annoyed you about yourself, that you’d only let the breakdowns happen when it was convenient. You’d only stay up late, mourning or anxious, when your calendar said you had space to do so.

Sometimes you thought it meant you were faking, but if that were the case – to what end? There was never an audience to your sadness.

As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you looked over at Eddie. He was still in a deep state of sleep, which you were grateful for.

Pulling your laptop onto your lap, you started to read through all the articles you could find about Hawkins in the 80s, and about Eddie. It was a rabbit hole. Everybody had a theory about what happened to the murdered teens and to Eddie. Even before ’86 there were deaths, though. The extent of the suffering seemed almost immeasurable.

It made sense that Hawkins had wanted to move on from the grief and trauma, but you found some indignation bubbling inside you at how easily it was all covered up and forgotten.

Putting righteousness aside, you started a list in Sticky Notes of actions to get Eddie home.

Talk to mum and uncle g.

Find old friends?

Find another ‘gate’ (what is a gate tho?)

Captain America video?????

An hour or so later, Eddie groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket up over his head.

“Hey,” you greeted, throwing a pillow at him.

Slowly, he emerged, sitting up and looking around. You imagined it was how he looked when he woke from a bad trip.

“Yeah,” you started again, “You’re still here.”

Eddie smiled, more of a grimace really. “Got any leads?” he asked, noticing the laptop in front of you.

Leaning back against the headboard of your bed, you shrugged.

“No leads, but some ideas. I’ve got something for you to watch too. Come here.”

Eddie followed your instructions, leaving the warmth of his sofa bed. He was polite, sitting on top of the quilt.

“Here,” you ordered, opening up the blanket to let him climb in. “So, there’s this super famous comic book movie. Hero ends up in the future but he’s from the 40s. Fans like to make videos of like, all the stuff he missed. Pretend it’s what they’d show him if they could. I found a good one. You’ll know the 40s to 80s stuff, but the second half will be useful for you,” you explained, almost getting stuck on how unbelievable what you’d said was.

“Captain America,” Eddie said.

“You know him?”

“Not my thing, but yeah…” he replied, voice trailing off as you handed him the laptop.

As Eddie watched the YouTube video, created by user stucky_mothman, you looked through drawers for your old phone. When you upgraded, you could have saved money by trading in or selling, but you’d never got over the fear that someone would somehow hack your entire life through the thing.

“Gotcha!” you said to yourself, finding the scratched-up thing in the same drawer as about three HDMI cables, five old tangled headphones, and unlimited cotton tips. There was more junk in there, but you squashed it all down to close the drawer.

The phone still worked, and when connected to your WiFi, could be used to access apps. Apps like UberEats.

“You hungry?” you asked Eddie.

“There’s still food? No pills to replace all your nutritional needs?” he replied, not looking away from the screen.

“I mean… There kind of is. But some of us still like the real deal. If McDonald's can be counted as real,”

“McDonald's?” Eddie asked. “I know McDonald's,”

“You and the rest of the world. We can order from the breakfast menu if we’re quick.”

He glanced over at you; his eyebrows knitted together. “You want to go out to McDonald's? What happened to laying low?”

“No, no, the food comes to us,” you explained, holding your old phone up and shaking it. “I order it. It arrives here. Magic.”

Two serves of hotcakes, hashbrowns, and egg McMuffins later, you both felt a lot better. Eddie downed his black coffee faster than what should be legal. You sipped at your chai latte, ignoring his judgmental expressions.

“I think you should tell me everything. Start to finish,” you eventually tried, watching him learn to Google and then go on a mad Wikipedia spiral. He didn’t reply. “It all sounds… fucked up… to say the least. I get that. But… I’m kind of out on a limb here, so a little context might be helpful.”

Eddie was right; the story he told sounded too fantastical to be reality. However, yet again you found yourself firmly in the belief camp, taking note of anything in his account that felt like some sort of clue to how to return him home.

“I’ve got two ideas,” you said when his story brought him to sitting on your bed.

“Dustin?” Eddie ventured.

“Yeah. I know you said he’s a butthead, but he also sounds like a child genius. We find him, we find the others, we find your way home.”

Eddie rolled off the bed in almost a perfect backward somersault. He began to pace, nodding, holding his face in his hands.

“Yeah. Yeah. This makes sense. Henderson is a know-it-all, but ya know, he does know it all. He’ll know what to do. And he’s gotta be like, an adult now, right? Maybe he’s less… of a butthead,”

“He was a freshman, right? That makes him…” You did the math in your head. “Fifty,”

“Fifty?!” Eddie repeated, his voice rising a couple octaves. “Jesus… So, he might be dead.”

You laughed. “Bleak. Fifty isn’t that old,”

“But like, there’s so much shit that’s happened since then. If there was any more monsters of the week, you’ve got to bet the kid was there. And not to state the obvious but there’s been so much… bad…”

Maybe letting Eddie catch up on history wasn’t the best idea. The good ol’ U. S. of A. had definitely seen its fair share of bloodshed and discordance since 1986. And, with Dustin’s resume, it didn’t seem likely that he would become risk adverse as he grew older.

“I’m gonna say it again. We should ask mum,”

Eddie stopped pacing, stood with his hands on his hips and sighed. Dramatic. “What’s her name?”

You told him, described her and the limited information you had about her childhood and adolescence.

Eddie shrugged. “Don’t think I know her. Sounds like most of the girls that go to Hawkins’,” he said.

It was true. Your mother only really blossomed once she was away from the town. It was your father that helped her to open up and learn to just be a person. She’d never told you why Hawkins had seemingly sucked the soul from her, but given the new information, you’d formed a pretty solid idea.

And, your uncle was an absolute vault.

The one time you tried to ask him about what it was like, your mother pulled you aside, telling you to never try the conversation again. In hindsight, and the benefit of hearing Eddie’s story, you could see why. Maybe he was one of the barely-lucky bystanders to all the doom and gloom. Scarred him for life. Maybe he was friends with Chrissy or Fred or Patrick.

You knew your uncle had come out much later in life, in his late 30s or early 40s maybe. Being a closeted queer kid in a town like Hawkins must have been hard enough, then add the fuckary of the supernatural to the mix. You didn’t begrudge him for not talking about any of it.

“What was your second idea?” Eddie asked.

“Find a gate,”

“How?”

“No idea. We could check the lake again?” you suggested.

“That godforsaken lake,” he mumbled, back to pacing.

Eddie lost himself in thought easily, you observed. If you were to swap places, you’d probably have a lot to ponder too. He was a spitfire of a person, but his anxiety tempered his nature.

You could tell by the way he spoke of Dustin and the others that he had a deep fondness for them. Separated less than twenty-four hours, there was pining. You wondered how they had handled his disappearance.

“Alright. Let’s find him,” you announced, returning to your laptop.

It didn’t take long.

Dustin had been right there for the explosion of the world wide web. He’d been to every corner of it, the good, the bad, the ugly. And, much to your current advantage, he blogged his way through the 90s and 00s. There wasn’t a lot of new content, but he still updated his audience (which seemed to be somewhat prolific) every now and then.

“We can send him a message. Get him to Zoom or Skype us or something,”

“Zoom… or Skype?”

After much deliberation, it was decided the message to Dustin would be simple. Short. An invitation more than anything else.

Henderson – The Shire is still burning. I’m trapped in Mordor. S.O.S. – Eddie the Banished.

“He’ll understand it?”

“He’ll get it,” Eddie assured you. “He’ll get it.”

…

You’d left Eddie alone in the pool house while you drove back to Lake Hopewell. There were some people out and about, but it was mostly quiet down by the water. In more appropriate swimwear than your last visit, you waded in, waterproof torch in hand, and spent the better part of an hour searching for anything that vaguely matched Eddie’s description of a gate.

…

He’d never really been alone in a girl’s bedroom before. Woman, Eddie corrected himself. You’d graduated high school, bettering him with apparent ease. You were smart.

You were also kind.

And pretty.

And smelt like clean.

Eddie smacked his own face. It wasn’t the fucking time to get a crush. He was going to be out of there as soon as he could.

Still, he curled up in your bed, curating himself Spotify playlists he’d probably never get time to listen to. He was comfortable, and if it wasn’t for the time travel bullshit, he would have been happy too.

All he needed was a little dope and he would be more than fine.

Then,

ONE (1) NEW EMAIL: ZOOM: Eddie?!

…

The bottom of the lake revealed only the pollution of a small town and some vaguely suspicious bones. It was a dead end and you felt nervous to deliver the news to Eddie.

You wondered what he was doing in your absence. Would he go through all your stuff? Sleep through the silence?

An intrusive thought flung itself into your frontal lobe. Did he Google porn yet? Eddie wouldn’t know about browsing history. You could revisit every click, if you wanted to. Shaking your head, you tried not to think of sex. Or Eddie. Or sex and Eddie.

The drive home felt longer than it ever had before.

…

Eddie had wrapped himself in a blanket and it looked like a furry cape. He was staring at the screen, his hands in front of him, fingertips to fingertips. As soon as you walked through the door, he was up.

With the laptop set upon the bar, you took a seat on one of the stools and nodded at Eddie. He couldn’t sit still, so he stood next to you, leaning against the bar, but remaining close enough to you that you could feel him vibrating on the spot.

“You okay? You ready?” you asked him.

He looked at you. His eyes sparkled with hope and it melted your heart just a little. You weren’t ready to see him crumble, if it was going to come to that.

Eddie nodded, then held out a hand. You took it, letting him thread his fingers through yours.

Dustin Henderson - fifty-one-years old, head full of curly hair, a warm smile – began to cry. You could see he had tried to stop himself, but he saw Eddie. Eddie from 1986. His friend. Innocent Eddie Munson. He couldn’t help it.

His wife, Suzie, came to offer emotional support.

“How…” Dustin tried, but was at a loss for words. Something Eddie reminded him he hardly ever was.

“I followed them down, man. Saw Wheeler and Buckley go straight through. My turn and it just spat out here,” Eddie explained.

You sat quietly while Dustin and Eddie talked, updated, and theorised. Essentially, they spoke in a language you did not understand. There was no grand reveal of a solution though.

“Let me… Let me assemble the Avengers and we’ll figure it out, okay?” Dustin said, already looking tired.

“Yeah, yeah, man. Okay,”

“We got you, Eddie. No man gets left behind.”

…

After the call, you let Eddie process. He crawled back into your bed, taking the laptop with him. He had moved on from Spotify to IMDb. He’d opened dozens of Chrome windows, each one showing the page of a movie he wanted to watch. You were going to show him how to make a watchlist, or at least how to open new tabs instead of windows, but decided to leave him be. He was settled.

In the kitchenette, you made cheese toasties, bringing a plate over to Eddie. He barely came out of the blanket cocoon to nibble at it like a mouse.

“You’re…” you started. Eddie glanced up at you. Those goddamn big brown eyes twinkling at you. “How could anyway think you’re dangerous?”

You liked the way he smiled up at you. Shrugging, he took another bite.

“This is good,”

“Secret ingredient is paprika,” you told him.

“Paprika!” Eddie repeated, in a spot-on impression of Yoda.

Suddenly, everything dropped away. Your search for momentary oblivion. The time traveler. Any other problems in your head. All of it. Insignificant.

Eddie had asked about Star Wars. He quoted Yoda. But he didn’t know about…

“Move,” you said, pushing Eddie over in the bed, almost sending his toastie flying. “I have to show you something.”

Star Wars-wise, you probably wouldn’t have jumped straight to The Mandalorian when introducing Eddie to new content, but the audible gasp when he saw Grogu for the first time was worth it.

“Baby Yoda…” Eddie marveled. You watched him, watched the gooey expression of pure love form across his face.

Ludwig Göransson’s score played as Eddie’s gaze turned to you, where you had been wrapped in the blanket cocoon, like you’d not met Eddie only the day prior.

“You’ve changed my life,” he whispered, his nose scrunching up in happiness.

“Yeah… He made a big impact. He was probably the most famous face in the world for a while there,”

“No way. Star Wars is cool?”

“Star Wars is very cool now… Actually, I reckon they’d be a lot of things that are cool that weren’t in the 80s or even 90s,” you said, thinking of all the things that had found their way to the height of popularity, while previously resulting in casual school bullying.

Eddie sat up, a serious expression on his face. “You’re telling me, I might be cool now?” He said it like it was the worst thing he could be.

“Probably. You’re very… aesthetic,” you told him, gesturing vaguely at him. “And, like, Dungeons and Dragons, right, that’s like… not super mainstream, but is pretty popular. There’s a T. V. show based on a game of it these people on the internet played,”

“Campaign,” Eddie corrected.

You laughed at his seriousness. “Okay. Well, there’s that. There’s the Lord of the Rings show that’s com-”

“LORD OF THE RINGS?”

…

“Henderson, why didn’t you tell me about Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings?” Eddie demanded as soon as Dustin’s face appeared on the laptop screen.

Dustin had called back only a few hours after their first Zoom meeting.

Laughing, Dustin replied, “Yeah, my kid took my first editions for show and tell and was the coolest kid in class for a while,”

“Your kid?!” Eddie squeaked. It absolutely freaked him out that his freshmen friends were all grown up with children of their own.

Dustin nodded, then started roll call.

Lucas Sinclair and his family lived not too far from Dustin.

Max Mayfield started off by sending irregular postcards from wherever in the world she was. Eventually, those turned to emails. Then Instagram stories for Close Friends only.

Robin Buckley moved to San Francisco with Steve Harrington after graduating. They’d both found love, found families, and saw each other often. Dustin’s kids and Steve’s online gamed together.

“They’re all closer to me than Hawkins, except Max. We’ll meet here and come up with a plan, then come to you,” Dustin said.

“What about the others? Where’s Wheeler?” Eddie asked.

Dustin hesitated.

They’d lost friends along the way.

After Eddie vanished through the gate, and they’d barely held on to Max, the group called in the California crew, who were already doing their best to help. They’d all met back up in Hawkins, sorely unprepared to take on Vecna.

“Mike… He… We couldn’t save him. Then El just… It wasn’t meant to go down the way it did, man. There was no stopping her.”

Eleven, the girl with superpowers, had stopped Vecna from killing again. She slayed the evil and stopped it from returning to Hawkins ever again. She’d died in the process, so fraught with grief and rage that she left no way back for herself.

After that, families left Hawkins.

Nancy Wheeler was out of there by ’87. She was a journalist in New York with hardly any connections to her childhood town or the people in it. Dustin said the pain almost swallowed her whole. He was still trying to get a hold of her.

Will and Jonathan Byers left in the same year, and they’d not stayed in touch. Dustin went quiet then. None of it was easy to say.

“Will… He died in… would have been ’01 or ’02. Haven’t talked to his brother since then.”

Eddie was attentive, nodding. Whatever happened back then, you thought, it had clearly fucked all these kids up for life. It was a miracle there were any of them left, all those years later.

“Dustin, listen,” Eddie began. Before he was spat out in 2022, Eddie had only known about the monsters for a couple of days. He’d only had those couple days of nightmares and worry. Yet, he had felt like he was on the verge of total breakdown. “Don’t… I don’t know, man. I don’t want to drag you all back into this bullshit. I can figure it out on my own,”

“Eddie, no man gets left behind. I told you that… We don’t need you or Steve to look after us anymore. Besides, it’s not like the Mind Flayer is after you. It’s just time travel, right?”

Eddie snorted. “Only Dustin Henderson could say ‘just’ time travel,”

“Sorry to interrupt,” you said from the bar stool next to Eddie. “But the fucking Mind what now?”

“How you doing with all this?” Dustin directed at you. “If I remember right, Eddie took it surprisingly well when he found out about everything,”

“I mean…” You shrugged. “I’m alright. Biggest risk is that I took home a serial killer,”

“I would kill my kids myself if they did what you did,” Dustin said.

“Are you joking, man?!” Eddie yelled. “Do your kids know what you got up to when you were fifteen?”

Eddie and Dustin talked a little more, trying to not leave the conversation in the depths of sadness. Whatever bond they’d had in 1986 seemed to be still alive. Even as an adult, Dustin had a childlike sense of wonder and he wore his heart on his sleeve. No matter what the consequences, he wasn’t going to leave Eddie stuck.

It was time to start a new campaign, and he had all the players on their way back to Hawkins.

End Note: Grogu. Grogu. Grogu. The Star Wars was pretty self-serving on my part, so forgive me. Also forgive me if I’ve killed off your fav, but there’s no way they all made it out of Hawkins. Those that did… they’d always be missing something. That shit was fucked.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Fanfiction #Eddie Munson Fanfic #Eddie Munson x Reader #Stranger Things #Stranger Things 4 #Stranger Things Fanfic #Mine #Eddie Munson/Reader

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 16)

Summary: Back on Earth it’s your final chance to stop Makekith

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Angst! Canon Typical Violence! No Steve! (He’s back in the next part tho)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Chapter 16: Converge on Greenwich

A sandstorm picked up as the three of you made your way through the wasteland trying to find shelter. Eventually you find cover in a small cavern.

“He’s gonna unleash it” Jane says as she sits down.

“Not just on Asgard or on a star. Malekith is going to destroy everything” jane continues.

“How” you question.

“Jane, how?” Thor presses when she doesn’t answer.

“I saw him on earth. Why would he go to earth?” She says looking up at the two of you.

“The convergence” Thor sighs.

“Oh god” you mutter when you realise how and what Malekith was going to do.

You mind instantly went to all your friends on earth. Especially Steve. All of them blissfully unaware of what was to come.

“None of this would have happened if I hadn’t found the Aether” Jane sighs shaking her head.

“Then Malekith would’ve only possessed it that much sooner” Thor says moving closer to Jane.

“I only found it because I was looking for you” Jane tells him.

“Jane” Thor sighs caressing her cheek soothingly.

“Now we’re trapped here” she says shaking her head.

You were then all interrupted by the sound of Jane’s ringtone. You look over at her shocked and confused.

“Your phone” you say as she quickly pulls it out answering the call.

As she does so you pull out your own phone finding that it too had signal. You could see text flooding in from all your friends. Steve checking in on you, concerned that he hadn’t heard from you.

“Richard? Where are you?” Jane says quickly getting up.

“Oh my god this is amazing” she says holding up her phone.

“How are we getting service here” you ask showing her your phone as well.

“Wait whatever you do, do not hang up the phone!” Jane says into the phone walking away again.

“Who’s Richard?” Thor whispers to you.

“I think she went on a date with him” you say trying to recall what Darcy had told you.

As you look around you spot a can on the floor. Specifically, the one Jane had dropped in the abandoned building.

“Jane look” you say pointing it out.

She bends down picking up the car keys Ian had dropped stuffing them in her pocket.

“Thor this way” you say grabbing his hand and pulling him further into the cavern after Jane.

“Where are we going, why are there so many shoes?” He asks glancing around.

“I’ll explain later” you say as you watch Jane step through the portal.

“Jane!” Thor says in surprise.

“She’s fine now come on” you say pulling him through the portal with you.

The two of you appear back at the abandoned building. Jane already heading over to the car. It’s windows had been smashed and the sides had been spray painted but asides from that it was fine.

Thor and you get inside the car, Thor in the passenger seat, you in the back.

“So who’s Richard?” Thor asks as Jane starts up the car.

“Really?” She asks.

As she drove you scrolled through your messages replying to some. You texted Steve to tell him you were fine and that you’d explain everything later. He responded almost immediately despite the time difference.

Msg from Steve: glad you’re okay, I don’t know if you’ve seen this

He then sent a link to a news article. As you opened it your jaw fell to the floor.

“Oh my god” you mutter to yourself.

“What?” Thor questions looking over his shoulder at you.

“I think I know why Selvig wasn’t answering your calls” you say leaning forward holding your phone out.

They both looked at it seeing the picture of Erik running around Stonehenge completely naked completely shocked

“Is he?” Thor questions.

“Yep, he’s been a bit off since New York” Jane explains.

Eventually you get back to Jane’s house, finding both Darcy, Ian and Erik already there. Jane walks straight in while you and Thor hang back slightly. You watch him hand his hammer on a hook going to stop him.

“That’s not what that’s for” you mutter but he doesn’t listen and just walks past you.

“Jane! How wonderful” Erik says getting up from his seat a moving to hug her.

“You’ve been to Asgard” he comments looking down at her outfit.

“Where are your pants?” Jane asks pointing out that Erik was just in a shirt and briefs.

“He says it helps him think” Ian explains.

“Okay well I’m going to need everything you got on this, all the work you’ve been doing on gravimetric anomalies, everything” Jane tells Erik.

“Okay” Erik agrees.

“Are you well Erik?” Thor asks a hint of amusement in his voice.

Erik chuckles before looking back at the two of you worriedly “your brother’s not coming is he?” He asks.

You drop your head, biting your lip, screwing your eyes closed to try and stop the onslaught on emotions.

“Loki is dead” Thor explains clearing his throat.

“Oh thank god” Erik sighs in relief making you and Thor look over at him in disbelief.

“I... I meant, I’m so sorry” Erik says correcting himself.

“Thank you” you say quietly as Erik walks over to the two of you.

Erik then gives you both large hugs, you had to try and not grimace slightly considering the lack of pants.

A short while later Jane walked back in, now dressed in her normal clothes. Everyone gathers round her computer as she looks over the data.

“Malekith is going to fire the Aether at a spot where all the nine worlds are connecting” Jane explains.

“Amplifying the weapons impact” Erik sighs “for each additional world the power will increase exponentially, the effect would be universal”

“But the alignment is only temporary, he’ll need to be in the exact place at the right time” you say crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well how do we know where that is?” Darcy asks.

“We follow the directions” Erik says standing up and walking away.

“This has happened before, thousands of years ago” Erik explains grabbing a map, knocking everything off a table and spreading it out.

“And the ancients were there to see it, all the great constructions, the Mayans, the Chinese, the Egyptians. They made use of the gravitational effects of the convergence and they left us a map” he says as he starts drawing on the map.

He circles a few areas before beginning to connect the dots. The lines all meet in one area. Looking over the map Erik points to Greenwich.

“Greenwich?” Ian questions.

“The walls between worlds will be almost non-existent, physics is going to go ballistic. Increases and decreases in gravity, spatial extrusions. The very fabric of reality is going to be torn apart” Jane says shaking her head.

Thor recalls his hammer from the hook on which he left it, nodding down to you to check you were ready to go.

“I better go get my pants” Erik says before walking off.

The 6 of you quickly make your way to Greenwich. Darcy and Ian going to set up the equipment. Jane and Erik heading up to the tower. You and Thor lying in wait for Malekith.

Eventually he arrives, the ship crashing into a courtyard until it stuck out like a Thorn.

“Ready sister?” Thor questions.

“Always” you say looking at the ship in disgust.

The two of you take of heading straight for Malekith. Landing just in front of him, Thor with enough force the crack the path.

“You needn’t have come so far Asgardians” Malekith says as you and Thor start walking over.

“Death would’ve come to you soon enough” he continues as he advances towards us.

“Not by your hand” Thor growls.

“Your universe was never meant to be, your world and your family will be extinguished!” Malekith yells, blasting the two of you with the Aether.

Thor holds up his hammer, while you form a shield of ice to protect yourself. The both of you however still end up being thrown backwards. You only just got to your feet when Malekith blasted you again pushing you even further back.

“You know with all that power, I’d thought you’d hit harder” Thor goads.

“Don’t encourage him” you grumble, side-eyeing him.

Malekith prepares another strike but before he can release it Thor throws his hammer hitting him square in the chest sending him backwards. You take advantage while his army were distracted sending a large blast of flames towards them.

“You take Malekith, I’ve got these guys” you tell Thor.

He nods in agreement swinging his hammer before taking off after Malekith. You look back at the advancing elves, smirking to yourself. They looked confident as the approached, you crack your neck.

One benefit of not being part of the legend, was that they didn’t know how dangerous you truly were. Especially now that you were avenging both your mother’s and brother’s death.

Yelling you throw your hands down making roots shoot out of the ground. The impale some of the elves before slamming them down into the other.

You start shooting the rest with ice picks and fire balls. As you spot Darcy and Ian run past you focus your attacks on forcing the elves near the equipment they had put in place. The plan starts to work as Jane makes the elves randomly disappeared and reappear like the bottles in the abandoned building.

You work to take out as many elves as you could while keeping as many people safe as you could. Suddenly Malekith appears beside you but Thor was nowhere to be seen.

“Oi!” You shout getting his attention.

As he turns you blast a fireball in his direction, he swats it away but you continue to fire more. You managed to push him back a bit but in truth you were only making him angry. He growls sending a large blast your way. Sending you flying straight through a nearby window and into a stone column inside.

You hit the floor with a large thud. Groaning at the force of the impact. Your body ached all over to the point it almost felt numb. You slowly get up to your feet, stumbling slightly as you grab onto the side to keep yourself upright.

As you make your way outside you see Malekith sending the Aether up towards the convergence. You see Thor run up to meet you, both of you looking up at the destruction being caused.

“Thor!” Jane shouts as she and Erik run over to join you.

“We’re too late” she sighs.

“The convergence is at its peak” Erik says as he looks up at the sky.

“Can those things stop him?” Thor asks nodding to the equipment in Erik’s arms.

“Not from here” Erik sighs

“We can’t get close enough” Jane says.

“I can” Thor says grabbing the equipment from Erik.

“Thor wait” you say realising what he was going to do.

“It’s the only way, I’ll back I promise” he says before running off towards Malekith.

The three of you watch anxiously as Jane activates the equipment. On the final one the Aether and it’s destruction stops. The world suddenly falling quiet.

As you run back towards the ship you spot Thor lying on his front not moving. Suddenly the ship begins to groan and crack, slowly beginning to fall. You run over to him trying to lift him up. When you fail you cover your body with your own. You wait for the impact but it never comes.

“Everybody okay?” You hear Erik says.

Looking up you see Jane holding the monitor looking over at you and Thor in relief. She shoves it at Erik before running over to join you beside Thor.

As she cups his cheek his eyes slowly open a small groan escaping his lips. You help him sit up before shoving him slightly.

“Don’t scare me like that” you scold making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry sister” he says wrapping his arms around you hugging you.

“Are you okay?” Jane asks as you help him to his feet.

“I believe so, especially now Malekith is no more” he sighs glancing around.

“What do we do now?” She asks.

“Now we have to face our father, I just hope he goes easy on us” you sigh looking up at Thor.

“You’re going back to Asgard?” Jane asks clearly upset.

“Yes but I shall return again I promise” Thor says cupping her cheek.

“If father doesn’t kill him that is” you mutter, Thor jabbing you in the gut slightly.

“We’ll be back, don’t worry” you say with a reassuring smile.

Jane nods before quickly jumping up to kiss Thor “good luck” she says.

Thor grins back at her before looking down at you “ready?” He asks.

“Always” you smirk before the two of you travel back to Asgard.

Back in the fully repaired throne room. You and Thor knelt before your father listening to his lecture.

“You once said there would never be a wiser king than me, you were wrong” Odin says “the alignment has brought all the realms together, every one of them saw you offer your life to save them”

“What can Asgard offer its new king in return?” Odin finishes making you look up at him in surprise before glancing over at Thor.

“My life” Thor says simply before standing up.

You stand up beside him as he continues to speak “father I cannot be king of Asgard. I will protect Asgard and all the realms with my last and every breath but I cannot do so from that chair” Thor says nodding up to the throne.

“Loki for all his grave imbalance understood rule as I knew I never will, the brutality, the sacrifice it changes you. I’d rather be a good man than a great king” Thor explains, you remain silent, bowing your head at the mention of Loki.

“Is this my son I hear or the woman he loves?” Odin questions.

“When you speak do I not hear mothers voice?” Thor responses making Odin raise a brow slightly as he huffs gently.

“This is not for Jane father, she does not know what I came here to say. Now forbid me to see her or say she can rule by my side. It changes nothing” Thor continues.

“One son who wanted the throne too much, another who will not take it. What about you daughter?” Odin asks looking over at you.

“I think we can disqualify me on the count of being half human” you point out making your father chuckle “it is not my desire to rule”

“Is this my legacy?” Odin asks looking at the two of you.

“Loki died with honour, Y/N defends earth with it too, I shall try to do the same is that not legacy enough?” Thor asks glancing over at you, before offering his hammer to father.

After a moment of silence Odin speaks “it belongs to you, if you are worthy of it” he says.

“I shall try to be” Thor nods.

“I cannot give you my blessing nor can I wish you good fortune” Odin tells Thor.

“I know” Thor says before the two of you begin to turn away.

“If I were proud of the adults my children have become, even that I could not say, it would speak only from my heart... go my children” Odin says.

You smile back at you father, knowing that despite how complicated it sounded his words were only complimentary.

“Thank you father” you both say, you bow your head before you turn to leave.

You and Thor make your way back across the rainbow bridge towards the Bifrost.

“are you retuning to New York?” He asks.

“Yes, I’m sure I have some miss calls I need to return” you sigh pausing and looking back as Asgard.

“Now that the Bifrost is repaired, You may visit whenever you like sister” Thor reminds you.

“I know, I just- I’ll miss them still” you say you’re voice cracking slightly.

Thor nods his head putting a hand on your shoulder squeezing it gently.

“Go home and rest sister” he tells you with a small smile.

“Of course, now don’t be a stranger, you don’t have an excuse not to visit anymore” you tell him as you continue to walk.

“Ready?” Heimdall asks you.

You nod your head turning back to Thor who smiled back at you “I’ll see you soon sister” he smiles.

“You too brother” before you step back and allow Heimdall to transport you back to New York.

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got my mind made up (1/2, 16367 words) Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Rating: Mature Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Canon Era, POV Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove & Max Mayfield Bonding, Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Neil Hargrove's A+ Parenting, Canonical Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Angst and Humor, Fluff and Humor, Underage Drinking, Slow Romance, Mild Smut, Falling in Love, this is softer than it sounds omg, tho i did billy real dirty for the plot™, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending Summary: In which Billy Hargrove would rather go his whole life without a soulmate or a mark on his skin. He doesn’t want to know, doesn’t care, and has bigger things to think about. But Steve Harrington always seems to end up in the mix when Billy least expects him. --- Hope you enjoy it. Comments and kudos would mean a lot. Thanks!

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dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 4 years

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I’ll Tell You My Sins (So You Can Sharpen Your Knife)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst! A lot! (ends in fluff tho), canon typical violence, briefly mentioned and very vaguely descried torture, blackmailing.

Word Count: eight fucking thousand words what the fuck

Summary: Reader hides important information about her past from both Steve and Bucky, causing serious damage to their relationships with her. When Bucky’s severely (likely fatally) hurt, the Reader tries to finally do what’s right.

Beta: @walkingaline and I genuinely couldn’t have done it without her. She’s the sweetest fuckin person.

A/N: I’ve dedicated my life to this for two weeks, and it’s positively the longest one-shot I’ve ever written. I’m rather proud of how it turned out, and the feelings I got to explore. Would really love to know what you think!

It’s- vines, climbing up her organs, endless, crawling, and overflowing, thorns stuck inside her skin, digging in, and the breaths come shorter, clipped, chest weighted. There’s no alleviating this pressure, this overwhelming whirlwind of emotions, chaotic, heavy and filthy, slimy and awful.

The rumble of her engine, a loud interruption to her vicious thoughts, digging their claws inside her eyes, filling them with tears. The world is blurry, but the vibration- it's a welcome distraction. Familiar and strong, her motorcycle drives her at this point, muscle memory leading to the Compound, tears flying off her face by the whipping wind.

She’s booking it. Time barely registers. It’s somewhere between lashing thoughts and trembling fingers that the off-white building rises between the trees, overwhelming and tall, glinting lights always on, no matter the time of night. Somewhere between gasping, fast breaths and stuttering heartbeats that she throws the bike to park and runs, fast passes every lock with her ID and forgoes the elevator, knowing full well that the adrenaline thrumming in her veins will carry her up the stairs faster.

Shoes as if weighed by rocks, she feels slow, stuck in mud almost, liquid cement, sinking, drowning in quicksand as she rounds the corner and- Steve’s there, arms crossed over his chest, busted bottom lip pursed with his top one, a deep sigh swelling his chest. His hair is longer than the last time she saw him, he looks battered and bruised, and she’s known him for years- she can read his face clear as day. And as situations like this always have him, she knows, in the clench of his jaw, the statue-still set of his eyebrows, in his stony posture; he’s as worried as he is determined.

The phone call had been rushed.

She shouldn’t have heard it, about to jump in her shower, had she not forgotten her towel on her bed. Naked, feet padding on her plush rug, she digs in her bedside table for her usually silent device. It’s Steve, and she hasn’t heard from him in nearly a month and a half. Instantly she knows something isn’t right.

There’s only so many seconds it takes for the words to sink in, words like “mission went wrong”, and “hurt”, and “won’t make it”, and “Bucky”. Soon she’s pulling on clothes at lightning speed like the universe depends on it, shower be damned. Keys, jacket, helmet forgone, tears stream down her face as if she’s already lost him, bike kick-started because what else is there to do but be there.

And now? She’s here. And she feels foreign and bizarre, stepping in a space that she barely belongs in anymore. It’s sorta how she imagines entering an old house that’s now inhabited by new residents feels like- it feels the same, but in the same way it feels all too different, strange and foreign; revisiting an old life that’s been made into a new one for someone else.

It really doesn’t matter though, does it? Because she’s not here for herself- not for Fury, not Steve, not for the Avengers, or the missions. She’s here- she’s here for him.

Steps even slower now, approaching the Captain himself, very much aware of her knotted shoulders, her shaking hands. It’s evident, suddenly, in his posture that he knows she’s there. His shoulders stiffen just this bit more, and with a breath with which his chin raises a notch, he turns to see her. One foot behind the other, and he moves out the way, letting her in his spot in front of the window of the room Bucky is in-

A gasp.

Time finally stops.

Unrecognizable. Buried under wounds and bruises, endless tubes- her lost boy, James, Bucky. Tears fall at a new speed, and she allows this moment of vulnerability in front of Steve, allows herself to cover her mouth, her expression crumples, her tears flow freely, and- despite being mad at her, despite having patches to mend (if they can even be mended anymore), Steve is there, solid as always, with a hand on her shoulder, urging her in his arms. Old friendships die slowly, she thinks bitterly, and sinks in the comfort, eyes unable to be torn from the sight before her.

It takes some time, a good chunk of it, to compose herself, to part from Steve’s warmth and wipe the wetness off her cheeks. She wraps her arms around her front and shakes.

“We got ambushed,” he murmurs, and the statement is heavy. There’s guilt, sorrow, she’s sure it’s not fun to recall. “My fault. Didn’t know they were that many, must’ve had false info. Barely got to get him out of there.” She shudders. The image is loud and clear in her mind; Steve limping with the leg he’s currently not leaning on, busted and bleeding, carrying an unconscious Bucky, blood dripping from his mouth. She flinches.

“Can I-“ hesitation. A deep breath, shoulders squaring, remembering she no longer asks, she states. “I want to go in.” Steve stares for a second, calculating, thinking, looks back at Bucky, limp on the bed. He nods.

“Go.”

Before she knows it, the door shuts behind her slowly, an industrial, metal click, signifying a sealed door, nearly impenetrable if it was locked. She tries to be calm, but there’s no way, no reason to look composed either, so she flings herself to Bucky’s side, fingers twitching, hands hovering over him, afraid to touch him in case he frails like a burnt paper, in case he turns to dust and disappears before her very eyes.

Tears, once again, fall freely on her cheeks, tracing paths already carved by the previous breakdown, and the prospect of never seeing his wonderful crystal eyes, blue and loving, tears her apart. Worse so, the idea that the last time she saw them, they were red, hateful, betrayed, staring at her as if she was a monster, nothing more than the true scum of the earth, and he was right, and she will likely never be able to make everything right again.

It feels like claws are tearing at her chest like it’s low quality linen, destroying every tiny piece of her into infinitesimal other pieces and then tearing those too. There she is, now, nothing but rubble and ash, on the floor, limp and bleeding. Heart far too heavy for her chest, breaking again and again, her temples feel like they’re about to burst from the pressure.

Sitting on the chair next to his hospital bed, her fingers tremble, carefully sliding under Bucky’s still ones, holding his hand between hers gently, like a lifeline, leaning her forehead on it. She sits there, folded, crumpled, and she cries.

Y/n’s palms are red and kind of stingy, but she pulls her sleeves over them and keeps holding the scalding cup of coffee between her hands anyways. Eyes closed, she lets the steam warm her nose, lets the scent comfort her, and she imagines, with her headphones plugged in her ears, that she is elsewhere, in her apartment with Bucky, on the fire escape, watching the sun descend beneath the skyline of New York City. She imagines his arms around her waist, sitting between his legs with her own dangling off the metal landing and over the street. His voice, vibrating through his chest, onto her back, murmuring teasingly in her ear, nose buried in her hair and his warmth all around her. It’s peaceful, it’s soft and warm and everything she has ever wanted.

When her eyes open, she’s met with sky blue ones, not the ones she was just dreaming of, and she flinches, suddenly very happy her coffee cup has a lid over it.

Steve.

With a sigh, she takes a calming breath, and pulls her headphones out of her ears, tugged by the wire pinched between her fingers. She places them gently on the table in the cafeteria for guests and low-level agents in the compound. It’s nighttime, and the lights in the cafe make Steve’s hair look golden and glimmering.

“How’re you holding up?” She’s not sure how much he means that, and she knows he’s still very much mad at her for everything that’s happened between them. She knows, however, he’s also the one that called her to let her know about Bucky. She feels heavy.

“I can’t stop fuckin’ crying, if that’s what you’re asking,” she tells him, no care to maintain a strong persona, not in front of the person she used to consider her best friend until not so long ago. She flicks the edge of the lid of her beverage with the tip of her nail and looks up at him. Steve looks better than she does for sure. Not because he cares less, or because he’s slept at all, but because the serum gives him more stamina than her. He’s not as tired as she is, despite the hours he’s been awake for. Still, despite his enhanced powers, there’s purple bags under his eyes. “You?”

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at her with a small shake of his head, sighing deeply. She takes that as her answer. Despite wanting to fiddle with something, a way to prevent her hands from shaking, a nervous habit, she pushes her coffee cup towards him, a peace offering, something to hopefully bring him the comfort it brings her. Steve doesn’t touch it. She fiddles with her sleeves instead.

The cafeteria, despite being open twenty-four seven, is quiet. A blanket of silence falls over them and Y/n crosses one leg under the other just to have something to do, something instead of opening her mouth and ruining the temporary civility between them. The words bubble, climb over one another like beasts, up her throat, and threaten to spill- and there’s just so much of them. So many apologies to make, so many explanations to offer, so many please let’s just go back to how we were ’s, so many this is killing me ’s, so many I can’t bear the thought of losing him without at least saying I’m sorry one last time. I don’t want that to happen with you too ’s. It’s all clogging the back of her throat like a spoonful of thick syrup that just won’t go down.

The idea that this might happen with Steve one day too overwhelms her. Two of the people she had found family in now hate her. She can’t let this happen with him, can’t lose him without telling him all of it. The realization; it’s the drop that makes the glass overflow. What if- what if tomorrow, or a month from now it’s Steve on that bed, Steve dying, what if she doesn’t get to tell him all of it? Never gets to apologize? How will she ever forgive herself for the things she didn’t say?

Her eyes well again. Her tongue feels like lead. It’s time.

“I…” She can’t bear to look at him. “Steve, I’m…” a shiver runs violently through her spine. “I’m so sorry. For all of it. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not Bucky, Y/n.” It’s like a kick in the stomach. She hears what he’s saying. I can’t forgive you for both of us. It almost sounds like your apology is useless.

“Well it’s not just Bucky I need to apologize to.” She looks up at him, and she wills the tears to be held at bay, matching his intensity with her gaze. She clenches her fists, fingernails digging in her skin just to distract part of her brain, to feel less numb. “Do you want to hear the truth?” Steve watches her. His irises bounce between hers, they do a once over of her stance, and she knows how small she looks in her seat, in contrast to him, who, despite his frame of mind, always makes a room smaller just by being in it.

His expression is grim, as he nods seriously. She takes a deep breath.

“This is the truth.”

The older she grows, Y/n keeps thinking that she’s experienced everything there is to. But it truly feels to her like she’s never experienced this kind of cold before. And it’s not- it’s not just external temperature. It’s icicles, lodged under her skin, brutally freezing, causing her to endlessly shudder, tremble like a leaf out in the winter, causing her jaw to lock, her limbs to knot up.

She walks and walks, a woman with a purpose, head held high, as high as a prisoner can hold it and- something really isn’t right with this morning. Something isn’t right, and she can tell because this morning she- she felt something she hasn’t felt in years, something she thought she’d never again feel, a bubble of emotion she truly believed they had snuffed out in her. But it becomes an itch, an itch she can’t seem to scratch, something she can’t exactly put words to, can’t name.

The more she walks, the more the feeling of dread climbs up her throat. This she’s familiar with; fear. Cold and fear, clouding her senses, paralyzing her, as Müller’s door raises in front of her, and she struggles to remind herself to keep walking, keep breathing, one foot in front of the other, inhale, exhale, calm down. There’s no way to escape this anyways.

Director Müller was as tall as his voice was shrill and loud. His features were sharp, glass-cutting cheekbones and dimples that showed far too often. His hair was strawberry blonde and his eyes sunken, as if he was seventy years old with one foot in his grave. His skin looked taught over his bones. Always sharply dressed and always hiding about a dozen knives and pistols somewhere in his office. He liked Japanese jazz, had an affinity for yelling, and drank his whiskey straight. The only affection he’d ever had was reserved for his two small birds, Friedrich and Brigitta, whose singing he adored and who roamed in his office freely.

When he’d first kidnapped her and her older brother, Y/n sat doe eyed and watched as they beat her only sibling, her last relative left alive, to a pulp right in front of her. They didn’t know she had things to offer then. They did it for fun, a show of their capabilities, power play. They did it to break her into submission. When they found out, though, about her knowledge of science, her love for technology… That’s when her life truly ended.

She walks, now, down the freezing corridors, and knocks on Müller’s door three times. Status report straight to me every four days, he’d muttered in sharp German way back when he’d first assigned her missions, back in the beginning, and true to his word, every four days, Y/n was forced to see the skin around his bony face tighten and stretch with another chilling smile.

“Come in,” he yells, and his awful voice bounces in the empty, concrete walls of the corridor. She hears his birds. The door creaks open loudly, metal as it is, and she quickly closes it behind her so that Friedrich and Brigitta won’t escape, something she’s learned to do over the years, after one particular incident no one likes to remember, never mind speak of. He calls her last name with lewd, slimy confidence, supposedly happy to see her, his rotten dimples making an appearance. She sits on one of his chairs, upon his prompting “How’s your assignment progressing?”

“Nicely, sir. I’ve reprogrammed the Chair and fixed previous faults.”

“See, Y/n…” He sits on the plush leather chair behind his desk, hands wringing together and as he says her name, he sits up, elbows on the arm rests. His long lashes and abyssal brown eyes examine her. “I think you’re not telling me the truth.”

“Uh…” Stance maintained, but lips pursed and hands just slightly trembling, she keeps his gaze. She can’t displease him. There’s no room for her failure. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, sir. There’s… surely ways to improve, b-but the chair- it works well.”

“Ah, but that is not what I hear.” Müller stands up dramatically, rounds his desk with slow steps, and Friedrich starts chirping consistently, sensing the sudden tension in the room, loud, high pitch hurting her ears. She dares not flinch. The cold returns fiercely, heart climbing up to her throat, choking her. This won’t end well. “As a matter of fact,” he leans, rests on his desk, right in front of her, loving his height difference and accentuating it by standing while she sits, a reminder to both of them that he’s superior. Y/n wants to melt into a puddle on the floor, never to be seen again. “I hear that Smith, your test subject… he has almost already recovered.”

Referring, of course, to the poor boy whom they snatched and have provided her as a sick guinea pig, a way for her to test the torture chair they have forced her to make. It’s a requirement, of course, that she tests it on him herself.

“Sir, I don’t think-“

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” In the flash of a blink, he’s pulled a knife from his belt and he’s pushing her back in her seat, by pressing his blade on her throat. “You know what HAPPENS,” a tilt of his head, “when you LIE.” Friedrich is joined by Brigitta, as well as the echo of Müller’s voice, and Y/n’s heartbeat accelerates, her breath is caught in her throat. She feels like her ears are about to burst.

“He was unconscious when-“

“What did I just say?” Lips purse, scared of making any sound that’ll piss him off further. “Seems to me like you’ve forgotten,” he murmurs, flicking his knife shut and narrowing his eyes. He takes a deep breath, straightens up and she doesn’t dare to move an inch, but it feels like her heart has plummeted to the center of the earth, and she wishes it could drag her too, as far away from this as possible. She’s well aware of what’s to come.

A chilling half hour later she finds herself sucking up tears that’ll only make her situation worse if someone were to see them. The cold, plastic, remote controller is in her hands, and it’s heavy as it’s ever been. She deems herself desensitized of the emotional toll forcefully inflicting torture on innocent people used to take. However, nothing, nothing, could possibly prepare her for what it feels like watching two HYDRA soldiers dragging her bleeding, thrashing brother from his armpits, and forcefully shoving him into the chair Y/n’s made. Director Müller watches her press the appropriate buttons with a sickly smile on his face.

She begs. For the first time in years, she begs God, the universe, something, to save her, to make her disappear. When this doesn’t work, when pleading for somebody to take mercy goes unheard, when the remote feels like the heaviest thing she’s ever lifted, her eyes draw to Müller, who’s watching her intently, waiting for her to carry on with her new assignment.

The millimeters her thumb has to cross feel endless. The process takes eons. The button is nearly unmoving.

Y/n will never forget her brother’s screams.

In the hours that follow, she’s trapped inside her chamber, a tiny room of blank four walls with a hard bed and an open toilet, looking more like a prison cell than anything, the only difference being that in the daytime she’s allowed to come and go as she pleases within the unrestricted areas.

Tears streak her cheeks for yet another night, and the despair has never felt like this before. She thought she’d escape it one day, the guilt, the weight, but it seems she’s trapped, like an ant under a boot, seconds before she bursts to pieces, with the pressure of the entire world on her chest.

The itch grows louder. It’s right there, in the bottom of her heart, something to pay attention to, in her state of absolute isolation and despair. She’s alone, has been alone for so many years, and she wonders, still, why she hasn’t killed herself yet, but the idea that if she does, they’ll probably also kill her brother comes and slaps her in the face. However, what else is there to do? How much torture can she make her brother go through because of her mistakes, how much guilt can she shoulder?

She sits on the bed, counts the bolts that are screwing the vent door on the ceiling, listens to footsteps pass by every so often, and ponders. Silent tears crawl down the curves of her face. She’s lost so much. She hasn’t spoken her native language in years, and sometimes she wonders if she’s forgotten how to.

A pair of heavy duty boots leisurely walk down the hallway, and she recognizes the voices of two guards. Conversation easily flows between them, and Y/n has no choice but to listen.

“Did you hear about the new chair the American has made?” one of them says. Her ears perk.

“The American? No, what about it?”

“They say it’s one of the most painful things they’ve ever used in HYDRA.” Y/n winces.

“Are you serious?”

“It’s what I heard. Wouldn’t wanna find out myself.” The soldiers share a chuckle. “Müller made the American do it on her brother. I hear he died about twenty minutes later.”

Y/n’s heart drops.

He- he’s- he’s dead?

“No kidding. The bastard survived six years. ‘S a wonder he’s lived this long” And as the soldiers pass by, Y/n’s left in her chamber. The silence grows deafening, but the echo of her heart splitting and falling apart, shattering on the hard concrete floor is ear-splittingly loud. All that she’s done, all the sacrifices, all the sheer, iron will she’s had to muster to maintain her sanity, all the awful things she’s done, the blood on her hands, the guilt, the pain she’s caused and- and in the end… he died by her own hand.

Chaos and confusion, an ocean of lashing thoughts violently crashing and pulling her under. It feels like the crescendo of the longest song that’s ever been written, six years of constant playing, and the orchestra’s hands are bleeding on the strings and buttons, coating everything with their own pain, worked down to the bone, and this is it- the minutes before it’s finally over. The roof is about to be blown off its hinges.

The itch is no longer underlying. It consumes her, and she knows, finally. She recognizes it. Escapism. Revenge.

Steve’s silent. He hasn’t looked away from her, hasn’t changed stance, still with his arms crossed over his chest and bulging underneath his dark green sweater. He’s staring at her, patiently as ever, with a set to his jaw that she knows isn’t there out of anger, but because he, too, is overwhelmed with emotion. His shoulders are no longer stiff, and he now has a cup of coffee too, finished in front of him. The bags under both their eyes are darker.

“I didn’t get to kill Müller. But I managed to run away. Barely. I disappeared, travelled to the States. I found Fury and sold all the information I knew about HYDRA and the department I had been held in, in return for protection. Fury took me in.” It’s a lifeless shrug, weighted and tired, and it’s then that Steve glances at his feet, then back at her. “I trained, learned how to fight properly. Used my knowledge for good. Made it to the Avengers in a desperate attempt to make up for all that I had done. ‘S when I met you.”

Steve seems to remember. He recognizes himself entering the story. It’s almost like he’s reliving the time they first met, back on that Helicarrier. A good memory, all things considered.

“There’s little excuse for me lying to you. I know. But please, you have to understand. The burden of getting to know the best friend of the person you’d been forced to help torture for years… becoming close friends with you? How could I ever say anything about anything and have you actually trust me?” She shook her head.

“What do you mean…?”

“They forced me to make weapons, new torture methods, even tried to make me refine Zola’s formula. A way to get a better grip on Bucky’s mind. I didn’t know much about all of it, nor who it was for, wasn’t my field anyways, and Zola’s formula was successful as it was, there wasn’t much for me to add. They later left me to the torture part, not the brainwashing. Even if I had known, though, I wouldn’t really have had a choice in the matter. I did anything I had to do to protect the only family I had left.” He nods seriously.

“We grew closer and closer and I wanted to tell you, to share my guilt with someone finally, but… the prospect of losing you was… too much. I didn’t want to lose the person that had reminded me for the first time in decades what it was like to be cared for. You were-“ a gulp “are like a brother to me.” Steve looks down. “I couldn’t see the betrayal on your face. It- it paralyzed me.

“I didn’t think you’d ever find out, honestly, how was I supposed to know you’d find my file? But don’t think I never felt guilty. It was always there, like everything could crumble at any moment, like a cloud looming over my head, but… I guess I kind of learnt to ignore it. I had found a family, Steve. After years of pain, pain received and pain caused, after so much darkness, I had finally found people who understood what guilt felt like, what it meant to be composed on surface level. I found people that loved me for what I was then and there. The idea of losing that crushed me.

“I know I can’t take it back, but for whatever it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Steve.”

Steve stays tight-lipped, pondering, staring at the table, then at her, then at the table again. He’s carefully controlling his expressions, clearly analyzing the information he’s been given, and she holds her breath. Whatever his reaction is, she thinks, nothing compares to the breath of fresh air she can allow herself to take, free of this awful, lengthy story. Finally, clear honesty, a sort of vulnerability with her best friend that’s different and new. True, down to its core.

It’s the sigh that does it for her. Resigned. Her eyes snap up at him. “You should’ve told me” He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before looking up at her, and shaking his head. “I would’ve understood. Nothing would’ve changed.” He looks right at her, very much like a discouraged parent. “What am I gonna do with you?”

And it’s- it’s the way he says it, as if everything makes sense now, shoulders dropping all the way down. The way he just- like he says you absolute moron, but in their own, loving, sibling-like way. As if he can’t stay mad for too long. Looking at her with the tiniest sympathetic curl of his lip.

It’s relief, because it’s in that half a smile that she sees it all. She sees the forgiveness, the understanding. She sees the love. It’s as if he’s looking at her, saying family, am I right? Despite her situation, for the first time in years, so, so many years, she breathes deeply, breathes oxygen that feels nurturing to her lungs, that makes her think she’s floating, and smiles, apologetically, trying to telepathically communicate I’m sorry for being an idiot. Sorry for not trusting you. Sorry for fucking up this badly. I promise to be better.

She knows, he’ll always be there to give her another chance.

It’s moments, a handful of them, in which time and space seem to stop existing, to warp into something else entirely, a world that’s so confused, nobody knows how to put it back. It seems, in those moments, one forgets where they are, how they got there, their brain has not yet escaped from the liquefied dreamland it’s manifested, can’t seem to fit in the strict, square rigidness of reality.

Bucky finds himself in that place. His eyelids seem to weigh about twelve tons, barely feeling his fingertips. It takes a great deal of effort to have thoughts, to- to maintain them, and as his mind slowly starts running a little faster, he remembers faintly, cloudy memories barely registering, that the last thing he saw was three soldiers, that had sneaked up on him, he remembers the gun being aimed at him, instinctively moving and getting nailed in the stomach multiple times.

Wherever he is now, it’s quiet. He worries for a second that he’s been left for dead in the HYDRA base, worries that he’s either dying on the floor or a vague prison cell, resembling something he’s been in already, but he’s comforted by the fact that the surface he’s on seems soft, the lights behind his eyes bright. Whatever the case, he should wake up now, he might need to get up and defend himself.

And as his eyes open, heavy and tired, he meets another pair of gorgeous ones, familiar and soft, and he feels warm all over. He’s- he’s safe. He’s safe because she’s here, and he loves her, with all of his being he loves her, and she’s holding his right hand close to her chest, he feels everything, her warmth, and he knows it’ll all be okay, it’ll all fix itself. He doesn’t have to try.

There’s something lingering just beneath his skin though, a need to recoil. Like a small bucket of icy water thrown over him, because, yes, he loves her, but she betrayed him. She could be out to get him right now, could be working with HYDRA still, and he might be trapped somewhere, and his heartbeat accelerates, because he has to escape and he can’t trust her anymore- until he sees the tears. The tears streaking her cheeks, over old salty marks, and a smile, broken but whole. This isn’t the behavior of a captor, he decides, deems himself, if not safe, then entirely incapable of fighting back, should he need to anyways. Why worry now? Let his future self do the work.

His eyes move around the room, blue-ish gray walls vaguely familiar, and- there’s another figure, another pair of eyes- blue, happy. It’s Steve.

Bucky feels safe. He knows he’s alive. He knows he’s home.

Like any other free afternoon, Y/n finds herself on her couch, curled up as much as she can with a book in her lap. There’s a short lamp on the side table, and she leans on the armrest comfortably with her toes curled, flying through pages and pages of words. Her hair is down, she wears comfortable clothes, and has a blanket over her legs. The weather’s been getting colder lately.

A warm sound, four soft knocks on her wooden door, are enough to pull her out of her novel, enough to make her eyebrows stitch together. She’s not expecting anyone.

Her feet are bare and she’s well aware of how close her knives are to the front door, just in case she has to fling herself over and grab one. She presses her eye against the little peephole, but it’s old and foggy and the workers who had once repainted the building managed to cover part of it with small drops of paint and she hasn’t gotten around to trying cleaning it. Doorknob cold under her palm, she tilts and-

Oh.

The first thing she notices is his shirt, a maroon Henley, buried under two more layers of clothes, a brown hoodie and a darker brown leather winter jacket. The buttons on the collar of his Henley are open, giving her a cheeky peak of the skin of his chest. She loves this shirt on him. It feels like someone tugged at her heart from every direction. Longing.

The second thing she notices is that this- it’s Bucky. Bucky standing in front of her door with an expression she’s rarely, if ever, seen on his face before. Her favorite, gorgeous light blue eyes staring straight at her after briefly scanning her down, as if he, too, is making sure she’s actually there. She is. And so is he. Here. Now. In front of her. Looking at her. Her feet are on the floor, she’s not dreaming, the world is round and Bucky is here.

Oh God. He’s really at her door.

“James…”

He seems to shiver. A shake of his head, something she recognizes as him convincing himself this is happening, then eyes meeting hers again. He shoves his hands deeper in his pockets. She holds the door less tensely.

“I think…” squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, looking at the floor. “Steve said to talk to you.” A heavy breath. Shoulders awkwardly, tensely shrugging, sorta like a kid forced to apologize by their parent. She doesn’t know how, but her head manages a nod, gulping. She pulls away from the doorframe, makes way for him to pass.

“Come in.”

New York sounds as alive as it ever does, even at eleven at night, and Y/n wishes she was sitting, because her legs are unsteady. It makes tears well in her eyes, seeing him here again, in her kitchen, looking around absently. The world feels different, much like it did in the Compound when she’d gone to visit him, even if nothing has changed in it apart from them.

Despite the passing cars outside, and people yelling, heard through the open window, it feels quiet. As if they’re the only ones in the world, being here with him feels like a cosmic event. She remembers what it was like sitting here and being so overwhelmed by the love in her heart, remembers what it was like to be surrounded by his arms and held so impossibly close to his chest. She remembers what it was like to look in his eyes and see them so affectionately looking at her, as if she’s everything he could ever ask for, as if she’s the light in his world. The cold of the night and of the space between them feels very much like a slap in the face.

“I know you no longer work for them,” and it truly breaks her heart how part of that statement feels like he’s trying to convince himself, or as if it’s difficult for him to process. How awful, the shift between being someone’s favorite person and being someone who’s trustworthiness is little over questionable. The weight of being responsible for fucking up the most important relationships in her life suffocates her. “Steve told me.”

There’s nothing to do but nod numbly. She looks at him, watches the warm, glimmering lights of her kitchen fall on the curves and edges of his face, admires the yellow-ish hue outlining his features, making his eyes look iridescent.

She mustn’t cry.

“He told me everything, actually.”

She must not cry.

Bucky doesn’t say a lot of words, but they’re there, at the tip of his tongue, floating in the air like dust particles. In this, there’s a lingering question, a large Why. Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you hide all this from me? Why did it have to be this way?

Y/n looks down. What to say, really?

“I just- I can’t believe-“ she jumps at his loud tone, Bucky never one to have vocal outbursts. She sees the tears in his eyes, gaze lingering away from her, towards the living room for a second before looking up at the ceiling momentarily, then straight at her. His hands are shaking, and she sees it all then. The betrayal, the hurt, despair, the- the loss. There’s no alleviating this pain that overwhelms both of them. She hates herself for this, can’t believe she caused all of it.

“I- I did what I thought would be best for us-“

“No, don’t pull that shit with me.” He glares now and points at her, and she never, ever wanted to be in the receiving end of such an intimidating look. Venom is laced in his tone, harsh and biting, and it feels like the temperature in the room dropped below zero, her spine rigid. “You did what you thought was best for you,” said as calmly as the tears that slowly leak from the corners of his eyes and over the apples of his cheeks are. “In fact, I doubt you thought at all”

That’s not true though. The amount of times she’d sit in her bed, with his arms around her while he slept, weighed down by the lies and the guilt; the guilt of all the terrible things she’d done, and the guilt of hiding them from the most important people in her life. She’d scale the pros and cons of confessing everything, for hours she’d make lists in her head, extensively long, but the cons were always destructively larger and would always win. She’d choose to stay as she was, with them oblivious and happy, until they would finally see her for what she truly was, and she’d convince herself, it would all be worth it for the time spent with them.

“I couldn’t tell you- I couldn’t face the idea of losing you I-“

“So you’d rather lie to me? You’d rather hide your past from me? I trusted you, Y/n.” He hasn’t called her by her first name in so long, and it feels like he just took one of her knives on her kitchen counter and stabbed her straight in her chest with it. “I gave you all of me, I told you every single little thing about myself, everything I hated, everything I’ve done, and I trusted you to have it and- and you couldn’t even trust me to listen to you? To- to understand you?”

She deserves this, she does, but she can’t- can’t deal with him yelling at her and, reflexively, she lashes out- “I was scared, Buck,” –and it’s a pitiful excuse, she knows, but it’s the bitter truth and the reason behind everything. “You have to understand- this isn’t some black and white situation, I thought you’d hate me for everything, I didn’t wanna lose you, or Steve!”

“Scared?” he seethes, walking towards her with angry steps, and she starts stepping back too, entering the living room. She realizes how large he looks, how his anger fills every corner of the room. “You were scared?!” She can practically taste the condescension on her tongue. “And you think I wasn’t?! You think I wasn’t paralyzed you’d run away after everything I’d done? You think I wasn’t terrified of my feelings for you and how fast they came to be?” She wishes she could answer that, but part of her is terrified to know what he used to feel for her and how much of it she actually ruined.

“But I’m a fucking adult, and I dealt with it. You… you lied about everything. Did you even give a shit about how badly you were gonna fuck me over, if I ever found out?”

“Does it look like I fucking like it? You know how sorry I am, how much I hate myself for everything I’ve done to ruin both yours and Steve’s trust in me!”

“I don’t know shit,” her legs bump on the back of her navy couch. “You hurt me- hurt us. We gave you everything, I put my heart on the line for you, and you couldn’t even have a little faith in me to believe in you, and what you truly are.” A monster rings in Y/n’s brain. Nothing but a monster.

“Please, stop.” Submission. That’s all she has left, by now, because his words ring nothing but true. Because she can’t bear to hear everything she feels about herself being told back to her in his voice, it would literally be a nightmare come true. Everything drains in her body, and it all comes down to this. She just wants all of this to stop, the pain in both of them to stop.

“No,” he hisses, and she can’t really blame him. He’s close to her, about two feet away, and she’s trapped between him and the couch. “I’m not gonna stop just because things got uncomfortable for you, just because you had to come back because I was dying in a gurney. You barely tried to make everything right before that. Do you even care?”

“Don’t you see that I did everything because I love you?!”

Silence. Bucky nearly staggers back, as if the words that have never, before, been said came out and punched him in the face.

“Why the fuck do you think I didn’t tell you anything? Because I wanted to break your heart? No, you clueless asshole, I’m in fucking love with you!” His expression is stunned, eyes wide at her outburst, watching as she takes the steps she needs to close the gap between them. Her finger is jabbing at his chest, which is raising and falling with panted breaths. “I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you, couldn’t take to watch your trust break, couldn’t bear the thought of you finally seeing I’m a monster!” And she breaks down, a sobbing mess now, the tears that once trailed down her face, now endless. She covers her mouth, face crumpled and red.

“I j-j-just wanted us t-to be okay, bec-cause I love you t-too much to fuck-king lose y-you”, As her eyes shut, crying relentlessly in her hand, throat feeling like it’s gonna burst, she feels so eternally cold, as if showered by a bucket of icy water. The idea that she might once again be left alone in the world while someone she loves is taken away, all because of her actions- it’s too much. It takes her back to the worst day of her life, brings back a kind of cold so furious, it knots her joints and sends shudders down her spine- her hands tremble at the thought. She can’t believe how colossally she’s managed to screw things up with him, how much he hates her and genuinely believes she did anything less than care about him. .

Like a tidal wave, the emotions overwhelm her, the self-hate like a boulder that smacked her in the face and threw her down a cliff and now everything hurts, and her stomach feels like it’s climbing up her throat. Her heart tears through her chest, painful and slow, and it’s all her fault, everything, and there’s nothing there to fix it all, to make it better- except, all of a sudden, warm, strong arms curl around her. She breaks down harder, curling in his chest because she fucking missed this, missed his affection, his protective embrace, his comforting smell.

Fists clutching his shirt, she sobs, acutely aware of her tears wetting the material of that maroon Henley she loves so much. The arms around her curl tighter, one hand dipping under her hair to hold the nape of her neck gingerly, keeping her against him, thumb rubbing gentle circles. And it’s then that she hears it, his own sniffling, his chest shaking. He’s crying too. The need to provide the comfort she seeks is overwhelming, and she lets his shirt go, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him together too. “I’m so sorry,” she cries, shoulders shaking, and Bucky shushes her, shaking his head slightly. His arms tighten briefly.

In her crying, she vaguely registers him moving them to the couch, both sitting down, and her curling up into him instinctively. For a while, until she calms down slightly, she lets herself be held and holds him back just as fiercely. It feels like she’s finally letting go, an outburst that frees her of part of the weight she’d been shouldering for years on end. It feels like release, a dam that broke and is spilling every last drop of water that’s been pushing at it for so long.

When she quiets down, when her sobs no longer hurt, no longer feel like they’ll split her ribcage to splinters, when her breathing sort of evens out, she pulls one of her hands to rest on Bucky’s chest, and pulls away to look at him. Bucky’s arms tighten to keep her close.

She’s well aware she must look like a mess, what with all the crying, but this is Bucky after all, her James, the love of her life. He’s seen her under all kinds of light now, and there’s no need to hide. Like he wants, if he is to care for her, after all this, he should care for her for all the things she is, not the things she pretends to be.

Bucky’s eyes are a little less bloodshot than hers. She cups his chin gently and watches his eyelashes flutter, his eyelids softly shut. With her thumb she gently strokes his cheek and notices the way he seems to lean into her palm, lips parting with heavy breaths. He missed her too.

He opens his eyes again to look at her and leans his forehead down to touch hers, holds her closely and brushes the tip of his nose on the bridge of hers so lightly she almost misses it. She sighs. “You have every right to be angry at me,” she whispers to him, pulling her hand back and tucking it in her chest. “I lied, and I didn’t trust you, and I acted the complete opposite way of how I should have. For all of that,” a breath sucked, almost clogged at the center of her chest, “for all of that, I’m sorry.”

Bucky, still infinitely close to her, shakes his head gently. He takes one arm from around her, and she thinks this is it; this is where he says goodbye-

But, gentle as always, he places his right hand on the side of her neck, softly nudges her head up to his and drops his lips on her own, a ghost of a kiss, short and unexpected, before he pulls back and looks at her. “I love you.” He whispers, breath hitting her lips, and her eyes well with tears once again, as she looks up at him. She never thought she’d hear those words, not after everything. Bucky kisses her single fallen tear away, noses at her temple.

“I don’t think you’re a monster, the same way you didn’t think I am one. You helped me heal, helped me learn that those things I did, they weren’t me. I didn’t have a choice.”

“B-but-“

“No, you listen to me.” He tells her, his grip around her body tightening, giving emphasis to his words. “You did what you had to do to protect your brother. What you did… The blood isn’t on your hands.” He has not let her gaze go for a second, and she’s transfixed, tears still overflowing- she wonders when she’ll finally run out of them. “I love you.” Her bottom lip trembles. “I love you more than I thought I was ever capable of. Thinking you betrayed me completely incapacitated me, but I understand you. I see you. I forgive you.”

She gasps, shudders, and in the spur of a single waking moment, lunges at him, kisses him fiercely, holds him tightly. Their lips mold together, and the last pieces of the universal puzzle of the cosmos click to place. Everything settles, mouths moving in sync, desperate, hungry, all the emotions tumbling out all at once, and it’s like the slingshot snapped, and the missile hit the target. She bites his bottom lip, and the groan he lets out comes from deep within his chest, tongues tangling together. His metal arm crushes her against him, hand buries in his hair, their noses smush together, breaths strangled, air shared, and…This- this feels like belonging. No- more like, this feels like coming home.

Inevitably, they part, trying to suck in much needed air, foreheads knocking together gently and chests heaving. It seems like they feed off each other’s personal space, like they hold each other in one piece, while also completing one another. To Y/n it feels like a breath of fresh air.

“This doesn’t mean we’re perfect yet,” Bucky utters gently, not in a menacing way, but as a soft clarification, a request even. “I- I’m gonna need some time.” She’s grateful he even chose to give her a chance at all. Y/n smiles up at him affectionately and nods.

“Of course, Buck. All the time you need.” She caresses the side of his face with gentle fingers, traces his features with a feather-light touch, then cups his jaw. “Thank you.” And it’s weighted, hangs low in the air. She looks at him intensely to make sure he knows she means it. Bucky closes his eyes and leans into her touch, then blinks them open, brilliant, sky blue irises staring right at her. “I love you so much.” He breathes out heavily.

“Say that again,” he whispers. She grins at him as if he’s all good things in the world, because he is.

“I love you, Sergeant Barnes.” A kiss pressed to his cheek. “I love you with all of my being.” A kiss gently tucked on each of his eyelids. “I love you for all that you are.” And she kisses him on his lips sweetly, and he responds like she’s made out of glass, like she’s fragile. He sighs out. They breathe close to each other for a while.

“I know you said you need some time. Do you… wanna go out with me? Coffee? At Michelle’s?” Bucky grins. Their spot. He nods.

“I’d really love that.”

It’s not much, but it’s something. An olive branch. The first step to gain his trust back. There’s nothing Y/n deems more important. With a deep breath, she knows. She’s ready to do anything, to work her hardest to earn a place in his life, the one he’s so graciously offered her. To get to build a future with him, on steady foundation this time.

Their life begins now. Y/n can’t wait to live it. With him.

A/N 2: please tell me what you thought!

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years

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This Life is Infinite

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3nk7e4j

by Actual_Writing_Trashcan

The Infinity War Fic aka I do whatever the fuck I want with the Russo's canon.

Get ready for the most ambitious crossover in CHC history.

(Set after "Children of the Gods: Part Three.")

[All warnings in the tags, but I did slap the violence warning on this for the fight scene in chapter two and for some stuff Alex pulls in chapter one.]

Words: 10600, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 101 of Colossus Hyperfixation Collection

Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, Deadpool (Movieverse), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Piotr Rasputin, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson, Alexandra Rasputin, Nikolai Rasputin, Kitty Pryde, Illyana Rasputin, Mikhail Rasputin, Neena Thurman, Ellie Phimister, Yukio (Deadpool Movies), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Charles Xavier, Ororo Munroe, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Hank McCoy, Gamora (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Vision (Marvel), Peter Quill, Rocket Raccoon, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Dora Milaje, Kurt (Ant-Man movies), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane, Erik Lehnsherr, Juggernaut, Christina | Angel Dust, Thanos (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Rogue (X-Men), Logan (X-Men), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Stephen Strange

Relationships: Piotr Rasputin/Reader, Nathan Summers/Wade Wilson, Alexandra Rasputina/Nikolai Rasputin, Kitty Pryde/Illyana Rasputin

Additional Tags: god how do I even tag this, it's the infinity war fic, no endgame tho because fuck that, spoilers thanos is gonna straight up bite it, because fuck him, Canon-Typical Violence, Death Threats, also legit i haven't watched infinity war, so i have no idea who makes up the majority of thanos' army, i'm just going with what the soldiers looked like in the pirated clips i watched on youtube, Guns, this is a two parter just for length, because the doc itself is 50 pages long, also we're getting a bit more of alex's backstory in this one, heads up on that, i'll add more tags when i add chapter two, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3nk7e4j

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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olivarryprompts · 3 years

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Fanfic Friday #12

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I post a new here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/34123603

{whatever it is a scar rememebers}

Ships: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, smoking, swearing, mentions of canon typical violence. it's a fluff piece tho :)

“She’s just a little girl. Come on Buck, we have to help her,” Sam said, cuddling into Bucky’s side. “Sam, she’s, she’s our enemy.” “That depends on how you view it.” “Come on.” “Buck, please. She is just trying to make a statement. She hasn’t done any real bad yet.” “Yet, Sammy, see how you said yet. You know how much she is capable of.” “Yes, without our help and guidance. She’s just, just lost.” “I will always back you. Always. It’s not me you need to worry about.” “This is our mission. We get to decide how it gets done, the other avengers have their own.” “That’s directly ignorant of the fact we all need to sign off on mission plans. That’s the deal, that’s why we get to operate in our wide jurisdiction.”“Baby, step back. Look at this for real.” “I know Sammy, I swear. She’s just a girl, and you’ve always had more compassion than me. So convince all the Avengers and I will follow you wherever.” “I’m putting together the mission plan, and I will get it signed.” “Good. Now, can we please go to sleep.” “Yes. Love you.’ “Love you more.”The next morning when they awoke, Sam did not bother waking for Bucky to wake up. Naturally, when Bucky did wake he reached over for Sam and did not find him. Bucky panicked, they had fallen into an unbreakable routine. Sam would always wait up for him. What had happened to his boy? “Friday, is Sam okay?” he asked, panicked. “Yes, he is just on a run with steve. He asked me to inform you that he was planning to get Steve to sign first.” “Oh, oh, thanks Fri,” he said, and then under his breath muttered, “I’m going to kill him.” “Kill who?” Sam said, entering all sweaty. “Samuel Thomas Wilson, how dare you?” Buck said, only half joking. “What baby?” “I woke up without you next to me.” “Had things to do sweetheart,” Sam explained, changing into some sweatpants and a hoodie. “More important than cuddling me.” “Unfortunately so,” he said, putting deodorant on. “You're supposed to say nothing is more important than you.” “Buck, cut the melodramatics.” “Sam, you stole my morning cuddles from me. That is a serious offense.” Sam climbed back into bed and pulled bucky in. “You okay now?” “Yes.” “Got all the Avengers signatures.” Bucky just smiled. Sam and his determination. “When do we leave?” “Two days time. Flight out at 8 O’clock in the morning. We got intel Karli will be stationed in Latvia.” “Okay, guess we’re going then.” “Yes we are.”Somehow they ended up with Karli in custody, and as negotiated by Sam, she would be staying in the compound under his guidance, following a strict routine each day. “So, in the morning you will be woken at 8 am sharp. Breakfast is from 8-8:30, then your school day starts. School is from 8:30 till 2 Monday through Friday. After that there will be therapy for an hour. After that you have training for 2 hours. Any additional activities you wish to take can be negotiated.” “Sounds like hell,” she commented. “Hey it’s either this or prison, pick your poison.” “Oh how I wish it were poison. What does training mean?” “Learning to fight with control and releasing your anger.” “Sounds alright.” “Good.” “And I’m off the hook anytime after 5?” “Yes. Free to do what you wish on the compound. You’ve been fitted with a GPS, that’s the bracelet, and so you can’t really leave.” “Is this legal?” “Yes, very. Oh and you’re required to be at dinner, whatever time that may take place.” “Dinner?” “Avengers are a family, and we have family dinners. Sort of.” “That’s uncomfortable.” “Get used to it.” “No thanks.” “You need help getting settled in?” “Nope.”It was her third day and it was 8 in the morning and she was being woken up. “JUST FUCK OFF YOU STUPID MACHINE,” she yelled. Bucky almost instantly showed up at her door. “Aren't you supposed to be awake right now?” “Everyone needs to fuck the hell off before I beat the shit out of you.” “Alright girlie, calm down. I’m a super soldier too ya know.” “What the hell.” “Take a chill pill.” “Did you really just say that?” “Yes. Now what is going on? Use your big girl words.” “I swear to god.” “What?” “Everything is so goddamn structured

here. Family dinners are so awkward. Therapy is downright stupid, and school, school just sucks.” “Fair enough. It’s your own fault though.” “Huh?” “Shouldn’t have gone for the whole terrorist vibe. Anyway, the more days you complete, the more freedom you get. We have some kids in the compound. Get to know them, they’re a good time. Especially Peter. They have their own thing, and they have a good time together.” “Are you actually dumb? They don’t want to be my friend.” “On the contrary. Most of them understand youth discussion and want to make the world a better place.” “Everyone here is so nice, what the fuck. You’re supposed to hate me.” “I’ve done enough hating for a lifetime. Plus, everyone here is supposed to hate me, too. Turns out that’s not how it works. I’ve become a big brother, a boyfriend, a friend. They make you better, just let them. Let Sam. He really does care about you kid, he put in a real shift to get you here. He gets it.” “I-” “Don’t worry about words. Get ready for school, see you at breakfast a bit, yeah?” “Yeah.” she said hesitantly.Bucky went back into his and Sam’s room. “To think you said you were bad with kids.” “I- eavesdropper.” “More like an attentive listener.” “I just told her what she needed to hear.” “You made yourself vulnerable to make her feel less vulnerable.” “Sure, whatever.” Sam leant into Bucky for a kiss, glad to have him backing his plays. Always.After some time, Karli was seemingly getting the hang of this whole new life. She was saying more than a word per day, actually doing the work assigned to her, and finally she was speaking to some people around the compound. “Hey Karli, how’s the day?” Peter said, swinging round to the gym she was training at. “Yeah alright. How ‘about you spiderboy?” “Heyyyy it’s man.” “Sure, sure.’ “It was fine, too. Pretty easy to be honest.” “You’ve got to help me get this maths shit sorted.” “Wanna head to the lab?” “Gotta finish up two hours, almost done though.” “Haven’t you got a trainer?” “Yeah, used to. Prefer doing it alone, sparing with you and nat on occasion.” “Makes sense. Never liked the guy to be fair.” “See you in the lab in 20?” “Sure thing. Bring your books.” “Alright,” she said, and Peter began to leave. “Hey Peter.” “Yep?” “Thanks, really. For all of this.” “Course, your family now, aren't ya.” Karli just smiled. Then, once Peter had left, she let the few tears that were welling up fall.“Dinner’s in 10,” Sam said, entering the lab. “Fanks Sam.” “Yup.” “What do you think it is?” “One can only hope Loki cooked.” “Hmn. And that Doctor Banner didn’t.” Peter laughed then agreed. “We should go up and help with the set up,” Karli suggested. “Yeah sounds good. I’ll meet you up there, just gotta finish this blueprint” “See ya mate.” “See ya.”So, Karli was settling into her new life with her new people. It was scary. She wasn’t used to being cared for and looked after. If she drank too much one night, no one would care. If she smokes, no one gives a crap. If she never did her homework, it didn’t matter. Those things took some getting used to.“No, it is a big deal.” “It was a drunk night, come off of it Sam.” “Come off of it? What do you think this is?” “What? I’m legal in England, drunk all the time before.” “This ain’t before anymore. Plus, you are not legal in England, you’re seventeen.” “Yeah, I can get a drink at a pub with a parent's consent,” Karli muttered, fighting a meaningless battle. “Well you don’t have that consent.” “Good thing I don’t have a parent,” she rolled her eyes. “Come on kid! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a parent, you have a family. A family that cares a lot about you. They don’t want you to drink to be happy or smoke and get yourself cancer. How hard is that to understand?” “We ain’t a family.” “What are we then? Last time I check we qualify for a stupid, messed up, family.” “Just fuck off about it,” she said, trying to end the conversation. “Why? Why Karli? Because it’s so hard to imagine that we love you and value you in our lives.” “Yes! All that shit!” “Oh for fuck sake. Bucky, then Steve, fucking

Peter, you’re all the same.” “What are you on about?” “You don’t think you deserve it.” “I-i-” “You don’t think you are good enough for all this.” “Cause I’m not! I’m not like you guys, I’m not good. I’m not a hero.” “Why? Because you were a kid and you made some dumbass mistakes. Because you’re more a pessimist than an optimist. Last time I checked, that does not make you a bad person.” “Whatever.” “Not whatever Karli. You did and do want to help people, that makes you a hero.” “Not how I did it.” “Maybe not. But how you are doing and how you will do it. That does. And none of that shit matters anyway, you belong here, with us. In this family. And you, more than anyone, deserve it.” “Fine.” “Fine?” “Yes, alright. Thank you,” Karli said, finally smiling, “Don’t get all sappy on me.” “Wouldn’t dream of it, kid.” “I love ya.” “I love you, too,” he said, giving her a hug. “We done with this self-hate thing?” “Workin on it, alright?” “Alright.” So, Sam left with a smile and headed downstairs to get some actual work done.

Read and save it here on A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34123603.

*Also this was posted many days late and it's deffo not a friday, sorry :)

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #sam x bucky #found family #avengers fanfic #avengers family #fluff

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jhenes-blog · 3 years

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I got the month of May by lovespring

Summary:

Steve scoffs and smiles down at Bucky - it looks mostly indulgent, and little pitiful, but Bucky will take that if nothing else. "You think you're real cute, don't you kid?"

Yeah, that - that shouldn't feel as good as it does, sending sparks up his spine and the back of his neck.

"I think I'm doing alright."

Steve juts his chin out. "Is that what you usually do? Roll your pretty eyes and half-ass a pick-up line?" Bucky’s reeling, but he’s not going to let the chance slip away.

“You think my eyes are pretty?” Steve’s grin widens and Bucky is so fucking pleased to learn that Captain America takes teasing like a champ.

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/ Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Music, Alternate Universe - Music Store, Flirting, Dating, actual plot but the plot is dating, Sexual Tension, Romantic Fluff, Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Laughter During Sex, Service Top, Steve Rogers is Not a Virgin, Hurt/Comfort, small amount of hurt tho, Minor Injuries, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, but the fun kind where there's 15k words of flirting and tension before the first kiss, Happy Ending, Twink Tank, named so by rohkuetta

Words: 27 980 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Characters: James Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Natasha Romanov, Peter Quill, Gamora, Original Characters

#fanfiction #steve rogers #steve x bucky #stucky #marvel #bucky barnes #ao3feed #james buchanan barnes #top steve rogers #bottom bucky barnes #hell yeah bottom bucky #human disaster bucky barnes #who the hell is bucky #hybb #the stucky library #james bucky barnes / steve rogers #jhenesblog #natasha romanov

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bookscoffeeandracoons · 4 years

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366 Days Reblog Challenge April 2020

Another month is already over and in these messed up times I’m even more grateful for all the amazing work by these amazingly talented writers! So without much more rambling here are the fics that i’ve read and reblogged for @beccaanne814‘s 366 Days Reblog Challenge. And thanks again to @beccaanne814 for the wonderful banners!

Happy reading!

01. Patching up by @petals-sunwards

Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, a little angst and fluff

Prompt: Can you go a single day without accidentally hurting yourself?

02. A Good Suit by @portals-to-a-new-world

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!, Some language, Mentions of being tied up, Oral (male receiving), uhhh I think that’s it tho

What? I have to give a massive massive shoutout to @bakerstreethound for the idea: {So have a later night party at the enterprise (can be for Kirk’s birthday, but let’s say you and Kirk are on bad terms so you don’t go to the party) you stay in your room tussling with your body pillow to make up for Bones absence. You wake up to find him sitting on your bed wearing the suit he went to Kirk’s party in.} Love, you’ve absolutely slaughtered me in this process but oml was it worth it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

03. A Bad Boy by @portals-to-a-new-world

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Warnings: Listen. We all know I’m a slut for suits. So you can bet your ass this is as smutty as all hell. That being said, semi public almost smut, language, being tied up, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), oral (male receiving), mild choking, dom!reader, listen it’s straight filth kay? Kay.

What?: Bones doesn’t want to go to a random 1920s themed party, so Y/n offers him a challenge. Smut ensues. (Sequel to A Good Suit.)

04. One Night In Vegas by @avengerscompound

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warning: Talk of sex, aftermath of drinking and drug use

Summary: You wake up in a Vegas suite with Tony Stark wearing the biggest diamond ring you’ve seen in your life. The two of you then try and piece the night together

05. Your Prince, My King by @official-and-unstable-satan

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Dominant Loki. Language. Mentions of insecurities and mental health. Degradation and praise. Bondage? SEX Oral (Male and female receiving) and ACTUAL SEX ETA: Orgasm denial/delay (cause that’s apparently a warning? Didn’t know. Sorry) Odin in general. Loki. Reader being snarky and short tempered. Insecurities. Mentions of trauma. Language, probably. Bad writing? Idk what to put here, really. I’m bad at this. Smut. Mentions of smut. Actual filth. Out of character characters, probably. One day I’ll stop apologizing for my writing. I’m working on it.

06. Surprise by @mermaidxatxheart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. If you think I missed anything, please let me know.

Summary: You try to get away with something, but Bucky catches you in the act.

07. drive-through by @evanstarff

(i must have missed something here beause i can’t get to this fic anymore. @evanstarff seems to be gone. I’ll still leave the fic here, in case anyone knows if @evanstarff maybe has a new blog or something, please let me know!)

08. Scabulous by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past injuries, poor feelings about body image, scars

Synopsis: Bucky is unwilling to undress in front of you because he hates his scars. Turn out he isn’t the only one with scars.

09. Skin Contact by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Series Warnings: Angst, smut (hand jobs, vaginal sex, fingering), PTSD, mentions of past torture. Superpowered Reader.

Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own. When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.

10. Mind Control by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Series Warnings: Angst, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex), PTSD, mentions of past torture. Superpowered Reader.

Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own. When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.

11. CRUSH by @petals-sunwards

Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff and kisses

Written for @stuckonjbbarnes‘s 250 Writing challenge. My prompt was ‘You know, I’m really good at telling who has crushes on who‘ and I had a blast writing it.

12. An Exquisite Kind of Pain by @redgillan

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: read it and you’ll see

Summary: Steve’s in love and that’s the problem.

The five times Bucky saved you…

…and the one time you saved him

by @buckysknifecollection

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series warnings: some mild swearing, mention of dangerous situations, death mention, injuries, mentions of men objectifying women; other than that - toothrotting fluff.

Summary: You have a special bond with Bucky. He’s more than your best friend, your partner in missions, the person you care most about. He often saved you from uncomfortable situations, always ready to protect you, but sometimes, you are the one who did the saving. A series of drabbles.

13. Part 1

14. Part 2

15. Part 3

16. Part 4

17. Part 5

18. Part 6

19. Ink on his heart by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bucky Barnes x TattooArtist!Reader

Warnings: Tattoo experiences, a couple stories about war. Some swearing. Mostly lots of feels and fluff.

Summary: Here’s how Bucky Barnes got a haircut and then decided it was about damn time he controlled his own destiny - starting with a bit of ink.

20. Friends in Training by @until-theend-oftheline

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Sam and Bucky are giant children

A/N: This is a drabble request written for @jewels2876 : How about this with Sam and Bucky? “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?” “I don’t know, probably both?"

21. Right Where You Are, That’s Where I Am by @corneliabarnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, allusions to violence and PTSD, fluffy ending

22. Looking Up by @avengerscompound

Clint Barton x Reader (kinda)

Warnings: action, canon-typical violence, Clint’s naked and a very proud boyfriend.

Synopsis: Clint’s day was looking up. His girlfriend slept over for the first time. He’s pretty sure she’s a Jedi. He was having a nice bath. So how is it he’s now running down the street naked from gunmen?

23. Distant Connection by @abovethesmokestacks

A Bucky x Reader drabble series based on this post

Summary: You happen to be in the office when the email is sent out, you get Trip from IT to help you set up the VPN you need to be able to access company systems from home, you rifle through all of your folders and then just dump all of them in a box. It’s a surreal feeling because you are essentially cleaning out your office. As if you’re losing your job. This will be fine. You send an email to your project collaborator, someone named Barnes, suggesting a first video conference call on Monday before you log off.

This is fine.

Chapter 1: This Is Fine

Chapter 2: Introvert Olympics

Chapter 3: Business As Casual

Chapter 4: Jeremy Bearimy

Chapter 5: Toilet Paper Confessionals

Chapter 6: Netflix And I Have No Chill

Chapter 7: Social Dumbassing

24. Assemble: Bucky Barnes by @official-and-unstable-satan

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Language, Bucky struggling a little with the whole idea. I think that’s it.

Summary: James Barnes remembers. He remembers the words. He remembers their meanings. He remembers what they made him do and he fears them. Even after he was ‘fixed’ by Shuri, he feared them. So, someone suggested he learn to love the words by associating the ways they could help him instead of hurt him.

25. Request for the “Until We Meet Again Series” by @sgtjbuccky

Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Warnings: a little swearing,

Request: Omggg I have a idea for “until we meet again What if the reader loses her memory and goes to the Avengers because that’s the last place you remember is being, and then like they tell her about herself and they end up finding the prodigies or sum YASSSSS I LOVE YOUR STORIES 😝

26. Audiobook of Love by @nerdy-bookworm-1998

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Steve and Bucky are missing their best girl while on a mission, but she has a special surprise for them.

27. Sore Loser by @squirrel-moose-winchester

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Gambling (is hustling money considered gambling?), Some Crack, Dean being Petty.

Summary: Y/N learns a few new tricks and hustles Dean, the king of pool, out of all his money.

28. Best Laid Plans by @suz-123

A Falcon and Winter Soldier TV Fic *obviously this is NOT spoiler heavy as the show has not even been filmed yet*

Warnings: None really, just my usual casual cursing and sassy soldiers.

A/N: So, there was a post on here that went around yesterday about a plot theory as to what Zemo was going to be doing to tear these guys apart in their future TV show. Naturally, I was livid with this stupid idea and, naturally, I used the magic of fanfic to fix a problem that may or may not ever actually see the light of day :D

29. Major Crush by @redgillan

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Groping

Summary: Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it.

30. Count on It by @team-iron-wannabe-man

40’s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/N isn’t too impressed with the Infamous Sergeant James B. Barnes, however Bucky is definitely interested in her.

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That was all the fics I’ve read for the Reblog Challenge in April! A big THANK YOU again to all the writers! This time would be so much more difficult without all your work!

For the readers: if you search my blog for the tag #fic rec you’ll find even more to read!

Stay healthy everyone and lots of love to you all! ❤

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