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fic recs 💘✨

a little (massive) masterlist for me to keep track of the fics I love, and will always come back to for a re-read + TBR list at the bottom + multichapter & WiPs 🫧

~ if your work is tagged and you want it removed, please let me know! 🌶️ smut 🧸fluff ❤️‍🩹hurt/comfort 💔angst 🖤dark

Bucky Barnes

untitled one shot - @http-shield 🌶️ "Bucky's first time in around 100 years" you ain't my boyfriend and I ain't your girlfriend series - @witchywithwhiskey 🌶️🖤 15.8K [inc] "you're in a toxic situationship with bucky barnes, who's more possessive than he has any right to be."

My Own Soul's Warning series - @aquaticmercy 💔🧸 [inc] "You, an immortal being, falls in love with the very mortal Bucky Barnes. You would do anything for him, even if it meant you had to strike a deal with Death herself."

Mafia!Bucky Barnes

Mafia!Bucky masterlist - @angrythingstarlight 🌶️🧸 main masterlist

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Steve Rogers

What a World - @onsunnyside 🌶️ "S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that."

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Eddie Munson

This Summer Is The Apocalypse series - @rebelfell 🌶️💔 24.7K "A series of stream of consciousness type blurbs about a summer romance that was never meant to happen, and yet it did."

She's The Devil in Disguise - @letterstotheflre 🌶️ "tonight was supposed to be the night you finally fed, only somehow eddie munson manages to satiate your appetite without losing his life." jennifer's body au

Just a Taste - @chelseeebe 🌶️ If You're Gunna Hit Me (Baby, Hit Me Where It Hurts) - @edens-pen 🌶️🧸 7K "everything happens at once: eddie tells you he’s gonna be dealing to chrissy cunningham and you’re perfectly fine with it. then your old best friend comes to town, and eddie’s perfectly fine with it. nobody’s jealous and everyone’s okay." On The Outside series - @lesservillain 🌶️🧸💔 [inc] "When your 7th grade class is selected to participate in a prison pen pal program, you're unexpectedly thrust into the mix when the number of inmates is more than students in your class. After a bit of persuading, you take on a pen pal yourself. Little did you know that accepting that offer would change your life...for the better."

untitled one shot - @wroteclassicaly 🌶️🍋 untitled one shot - @mypoisonedvine 🌶️🍋 untitled one shot - @etherealxwitch 🌶️💦

untitled one shot - @billys-bitchh-deactivated202309 🌶️💦 untitled one shot - @eddiemunchem-deactivated2024111 🌶️📹

Mafia!Eddie Munson

Mafia!Eddie series - @oneforthemunny

Dad!Eddie Munson

As You Wish series - @corroded-hellfire 🌶️🧸❤️‍🩹💔 Part 1-10 82.5K "When Eddie isn’t appreciated like he should be, his babysitter feels the need to step in and comfort him."

Penny 'Verse series - @queenimmadolla "having found a family in your friends, Hawkins is no longer a sinkhole to you, so when you and Eddie discover you’re expecting, letting all your other plans go in favor of starting a family isn’t all that difficult."

PS!Eddie Munson PS!Eddie thread - @rebelfell 🌶️ + Rub One Out 🌶️ 2.8K + Reindeer Games 🌶️ 2.2K

PS!Eddie masterlist - @prettyboyeddiemunson 🌶️🧸

Rockstar!Eddie Munson

Rockstar!Eddie series - @carolmunson 💔🌶️ + 🌟 The King of the Ring Boxer!Steve series - @rustedhearts 💔🌶️ Ex Husband!Eddie Munson

Worth it - @yovrnewromantic 1.2K "eddie kidnaps your kids, charging kisses for ransom"

Untitled - @madelynraemunson 🌶️

Yours, Forever series - @chelseeebe

Vampire!Eddie Munson

You Could Kill Me (and You Should) - @rip-quizilla 🌶️🧛🏻‍♂️ 16K Vampire!Eddie Munson X Slayer!Reader

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Steve Harrington

Untitled one shot - @munson-blurbs 🌶️

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Emperor Geta

Dulcis Ut Rosa - @trashmouth-richie 🌶️ "brought to Palatine Hill as a gift from your village to the new Emperors— Caracalla claims you as his own, but Geta has his own plans for you when the moon crests into the sky."

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Ralph Penbury

Who's a good boy? - @mypoisonedvine 🌶️ part 2

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Captain Syverson

Duke Sy! series - @cruelfvkingsummer 💔❤️‍🩹🌶️

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Logan Howlett

Tooth & Nail - @eupheme 🌶️ 4K "Logan’s rut begins at a most inopportune time."

Messy - @silverskyeline 🌶️💦

Untitled - @thinkinonsense 🌶️ The Worst Logan - @coweye 🌶️💔 5.8K "You are the deceased-anchor-being-Logan's lover, having found yourself with Laura in the void, you navigate meeting the variant of the love of your life."

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TBR List 🍒✨

Eddie Munson

Daylight series - @abibliophobiaa 💔🌶️ 60K "You’ve never been one for love. Especially after your last round with it. Halloween rolls around and in comes Eddie Munson. He’s only in town for a couple days, you’re looking for no strings, and chances are you’ll never see him again anyway."

Ruined Expectations series - @gaybybirth 🌶️🧸💔 115K "When marriage season begins, you've just returned home from a grand graduation from finishing school. Expectations are high, a marriage and an heir must be produced as soon as possible, and an old friend doesn't seem interested in being a friend any longer. Being the good, obedient daughter that you are expected to be, you do what is asked of you and definitely do NOT get distracted by that old friend. Certainly not. Your childhood friend turned rake who only greets you with disrespect, disgust, and disinterest?"

Burning Yarrow series - @storiesbyrhi 💔🌶️ 93K "No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?"

Of Bone & Bloom series - @mykuup 🌶️🧸💔🌿✨ "By the time you stumbled into his domain, the creature had all but forgotten his original purpose. He was a shadow of his former self, driven by instinct and the remnants of a broken mind. But something about you—the way you moved, the fear in your eyes mixed with defiance—stirred something deep within him. A memory, perhaps, of what he had once been, and what he had lost." I'll Be Home For Christmas series - @eiightysixbaby 💔 "Christmas Eve of 1988 is the last time you saw Eddie, right before he left Hawkins for Chicago, escaping a town that he felt like an outcast in. Now, nearly a year later, Christmas is rapidly approaching again. You’re lost without him, and he’s miserable in the city. Can he right his wrongs and make it home to Hawkins for Christmas, or will everything come crashing down beneath him?"

Death Becomes Us series - @bettyfrommars 🌶️💔🖤🧛🏻‍♂️ 61.2K "Vampires are coming out of the Upside Down and going mainstream in Hawkins. Because of that, the town has become a bit of a tourist destination for people fascinated by vampire lore and the supernatural. Trying to outrun the dark secrets of your past, you decide to lay low in the small town and get a job at a human/vampire crossover bar called Main Vein. You are a recluse who drives a hearse; you have plenty of scars both internal and external. It's been 10 years since Eddie was turned, and the trailer park he lives in is nothing but vampires, that is, until you move in next door. Typical you: running from danger only to find it again." True Blood AU

Anywhere But Here series - @thefreakymunson 💔🧸 "You've taken on a new manager shift as the tour manager for a up and coming band named Corroded Coffin. What you didn't expect was a whirlwind of events to happen after that or for their lead singer to be so attractive."

The Devil I Know series - @fairyysoup 🌶️🌿 "To summon a demon at a crossroads, simply cast a circle, make an offering, and recite an incantation. What happens from that point on is subject to your desire... and the demon's."

Rockstar!Eddie series - @enam3l

Evil Woman, Don't You Play Games With Me series - @wheels-of-despair

Just Watch Me - @mediocredreams 🌶️🧸💔 [inc] "After a break-in at your home your father hires some additional personal security, much to your dismay."

Celebrity Skin - @cacoetheswriting 💔🌶️❤️‍🩹 [inc] "as corroded coffin frontman, eddie munson regards himself as perhaps the most important person in the 90s music scene. that is until he meets you — america's favourite starlet. things evolve pretty quickly from there."

Don't Stand So Close To Me - @word-wytch 💔🌶️ [inc] "Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem"

The Customer's Always Right - @lovebugism 💔🌶️ [inc] "eddie muson is a virgin and doesn't want anyone to know (because being an adult who's never fucked anyone is a total reputation ruiner). but you, his favorite customer, are more than willing to change that."

Own My Mind - @blackcorvette [inc] "1986. Hawkins, Indiana. It’s not your fault that you’re pulled into the messy secrets and hidden world of your small town. It’s not your fault that two of your new acquaintances seem to be fond of you, and not of each other."

Insatiable - @gaybybirth 🌶️ [inc]

Masterlist - @gaybybirth Masterlist - @fairyysoup Masterlist - @greengoblinswifey Masterlist - @hellfire--cult Masterlist - @trashmouth-richie Masterlist - @roanniom Masterlist - @munson-blurbs Masterlist - @seidenbros Masterlist - @queenimmadolla Masterlist - @alrightieaphroditie Masterlist - @decodedlvr Masterlist - @hellfirexhoe Masterlist - @manicpixiedreamcurl Masterlist - @prettyboyeddiemunson Masterlist - @carolmunson Masterlist - @eddiebun Masterlist - @inklore Masterlist - @bettyfrommars Masterlist - @babybluebex Masterlist one + two - @munsonsmixtapes Masterlist - @usedtobecooler (2022)

fic recs by @andvys fic recs by @strangermarvelss 💔

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Steve Harrington

All I Really Want Is You - @loveshotzz "In between summer days, when the sun barely touches the sky, when no one else is awake, you start to fall in love." older!neighbor!widower!steve

Petals for Armour - @maroon-cardigan 57.7K "you were never graceful enough to be a princess, always playing with bows and arrows, while your clumsy but sweet twin brother gregory picked flowers and studied plants outside the castle. childhood was good and gentle to you both until the threat of a war challenged your father, the king. now he must to do whatever it takes to protect your nation, even if that means training greg to go to war and become the heir the kingdom deserves, or marry you off to the future king of the neighbouring kingdom. prince steve always knew he would marry a princess, but he never thought his parents would choose such a rebellious, wild creature like you."

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Emperor Geta

Violent Hearts - @lonelysatellites [inc] "Used as a pawn in your father’s games, you are sent to Rome as a plaything for the Emperors to do with as they please."

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Bucky Barnes

Harmless series - @shurisneakers "Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with"

Masterlist of a Masterlist by @read-just-cant Masterlist - @brunchable Masterlist - @bonky-n-steeb

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Logan Howlett

fic recs by @lubdubology

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~ a categoric thank you to every author that has spent time writing these wonderful works 💗 ~

[jaggedamethyst]

not in that way (part one)

bucky barnes x fwb!reader

content: steve rogers is your best friend, which means that inherently bucky should be yours too. somewhere along the way, it became more than that for you. for bucky, it's just tolerance. he likes you, but not like that. not in that way.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, protected sex (yeah wrap that up), rough, choking, fwb, mean bucky, mutual pining, not proofread

notes: thank you guys for the support on the snippet as well as for waiting for me as i got this done! i just finished finals so i plan on locking in on this one and circuit breaker bc i cannot stop thinking about them.

ps. i swear bucky and reader are friends, just had to hit the angst and give some background but there will be cute moments along with smut probably every chapter...I'm hoeing out.

series master list

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“Steve?” You called out to him, steps pounding behind you as you hurriedly moved toward his pinged location. “Steve, oh my god.” Your voice trailed off, shock evident. 

People brushed by you and pushed toward Steve’s figure on the ground. You’d never seen him like this. Sure, Steve Rogers was a super soldier and the most physically strong man you knew—but this was different. Mentally, he seemed destroyed. 

He called your phone, short of breath and muttering for help. It immediately sent you into action. You were normal—the most civilian anyone could be. There was no other option but to call someone, plead with them to find and help your friend. He’d been washed up on the shore, lying in the dirt and clearly out of it. 

You watched him get worked on, staring into the distance. 

“What happened?” You kneeled next to him,  “Who did this?” 

Steve turned to you, eyes glossed over in disbelief. “Bucky.” He shook his head, “It was Bucky.” He kept repeating it to himself, attempting to convince his own mind that it was true. “It was him. It was Bucky. He was here.” 

“I don’t understand,” you grasped his shoulder. “I thought he was gone—you saw.” You gulped, searching his face for any hesitance. “You said he fell, that he-“

“It was him.” 

“Okay.” You nodded, “Okay, I believe you. He was here.” 

It was true. The man you’d heard so many stories about had returned. He wasn’t like the anecdotes Steve recalled; this Bucky was darker, more quiet, resigned. 

He was an observer. You often caught him staring at you, eyes lingering between your figure and Steve’s. Bucky would always stand, tucked into a corner. He didn’t feel deserving of the warmth Steve offered—the humanity that remained present in you. There were times, then, that you would offer a welcoming hand. A slight wave of motion offered him a seat, acknowledging that he did deserve to be there. He felt human with you. 

That’s what initially drew Bucky to you and inevitably why you became friends, too. There was a way that you loved everyone, insisted on not leaving them out and nourished their insides. 

The hurt came when he realized it would never be that way for him.

You could never love him, not a monster. Not when the shining emblem of a perfect man sat beside you every day. Steve had so much time with you—he was your best friend. Bucky couldn’t replace him, not if he tried. So he always kept you at arms length, hoping to be more than friends but settling for something less. 

The first time it happened, when Bucky had been so lucky to have a moment with you—he swore that he was dreaming. He never gave you a reason to like him, in fact, it was the opposite. He’d gone out of his way every day to push you further from him, make it known that he’d never be as good as Steve. 

He could tell you saw something different; he hated it. 

The three of you had tried small talk often, Steve facilitating some sort of discussion to break the ice. It almost always ended with you and Bucky exactly where you started, friends who were forced to be so because of a mutual one.

“Well, I’m headed out—you two should talk.”

“Steve, no-“ 

“Buck, you two are my favorite people in the world. I would love it if you gave this a chance.” Steve patted his friend’s shoulder, “For me. Please.” 

Bucky turned to look at Steve, a solid expression on his face. He didn’t speak, just gave him a small nod and let Steve step around him and out of your place. 

It was common that Steve would find solace in your home. It was far from the city, neatly tucked away in a residential area. There was a sense of normalcy and he was proud to introduce that to Bucky—he needed that, deserved it after everything. 

The room was silent, violently so. You sat across from Bucky—him lingering in your peripheral, and you nestled softly into your couch. He didn’t move, standing still near a wall that offered him the sight of every possible window and exit. 

“Do you wanna sit?” 

You watched his body for any reaction, dissatisfied when there was none. It was awkward, him avoiding eye contact and you not sure of what else to say. 

You sighed. “I’ll be back.” You announced your departure, not that it mattered to him. 

You beeline to the bathroom, desperately needing to escape him. He was always like this, closed off and so obviously annoyed by your presence. Splashing your face with water did little to temper you, and your body seemed to overheat at the thought of having to see him again. 

You didn’t let yourself think—couldn’t. You stepped out and kept your head down before looking toward Bucky’s signature spot on the wall. He wasn’t there. 

You tilted your head down, seeing Bucky now sitting on the couch, two cushions away from where you’d been prior. He watched you smile softly, moving to sit in your spot.

Bucky made a habit of keeping his hands in his lap. He would sit stoically at all times. It was the same now. 

He avoided eye contact but muttered, “Hi.” 

Your breath hitched, surprised he’d started a conversation. Keeping your tone even so as not to overwhelm him, you replied, “Hi, Bucky.” 

The both of you nodded, letting the weight of your forced proximity surround you. As much as he tried, he couldn’t ignore you. The faint smell of your hair products, the way you tapped your own leg rhythmically, how nervous you were—he noticed it all. 

“Do you, um,” you swallowed. “Do you want something to drink, maybe?” 

It’d been over a year since Bucky had shown up. You, of course, shared small talk with him in that time. He’d grown to know the story of you and Steve—how you met. It would suffice to say that Bucky grew to be an acquaintance of yours—a long lost friend of a friend…one that would never truly like you. Accepting that was hard; you wanted Bucky to be comfortable at the very least. If not like you, he would at bare minimum be able to sit down for once. 

So today was a win. 

Bucky didn’t reply to your question but instead asked his own, “How was Steve? Without me, I mean?” 

His voice was gruff, and you hadn’t expected that question, let alone more than a single syllable from him. 

“Well,” you readjusted to face Bucky, “He’s always the most positive guy in the room—which I’m sure you know.”

Bucky let a smirk slip, recounting the optimism his friend had at all times. 

“He’s better than me that way, than a lot of us.” 

“I don’t think that’s true. He’s just Steve, you know that.” 

He didn’t know that. Bucky was living in his body but observing from outside his own mind. He was witnessing his friend after so much time had escaped him. Everything he thought was true wasn’t anymore. 

He wanted to get to know you, offer you the same grace that was given to him. But he couldn’t. Before it even begun, Bucky was overwhelmed. He pushed himself to be kinder, to do this for Steve. It was simply futile. 

He stood suddenly and looked down at you. “I should go.” 

“Okay,” you stood, nodding. “I guess I’ll be seeing you.” 

He hummed, rolling his shoulders back and tightening his posture again. He didn’t respond. 

“I’ll tell Steve you tried today,” you whispered to him. “I know he’ll appreciate it. I do.” 

The tension was palpable. Your eyes stayed locked on each other until you heard a sound and looked down. The mechanical whirring of his metal arm was clear, only slightly suppressed by the gloves he always wore. He watched you noticing his hand twitch as if he wanted to move it. There was a restraint there, like he was pushing down something that was second nature. As if he meant to do something that he’d always done. 

You swallowed hard enough to hear it in your ears. Looking at Bucky, you arched your brow in a subtle defiance—daring him to do what he intended. You wanted to know him and his habits, to understand even a modicum of what was in his brain. 

Without thinking a second more, he let his left arm lift a bit. He reached toward your face but paused at you flinching, leaning away from him. 

Just barely audible, you spoke, “Sorry.” 

Bucky blinked and furrowed his brows, unable to stop himself. He let his fingers wrap around your face, a single hand pressing just under your chin and at the top of your throat. Slightly wide eyed, you watched him watching you. Most of his hand rested on your cheek, his thumb pressing into the other side of your face. 

Despite no longer being the Winter Soldier, his habits lingered. When in that state he remembered being like this so vividly—a hand around someone’s throat and crushing the life out of them. He hissed at the thought, not at all intending for that with you. He craned your head, though, observing the quizzical look on your face. 

It didn’t make sense to him, the need to maintain this routine. But he did. Beyond the haze of what was once his signature way of taking life—he saw a new one. Bucky could envision his future so clearly, yet he couldn’t let himself have it. 

He went to drop his hand but stopped at the feeling of yours on his wrist. It was inexplicable. Glove or not, you craved the contact from him. 

The room stayed silent except for the slight creak of the floorboards beneath you. While Bucky stayed steady, you teetered on the balls of your feet—this moment feeling fleeting. 

He inched forward, watching your eyes fall closed. 

Your lips were right there, the ones he’d openly been ogling at for months. It was torture, but all he knew. He couldn't allow himself the satisfaction of the feeling. He wasn’t deserving. 

Instead, he latched onto your neck. Bucky kissed and nibbled there with an urgency you hadn’t expected—hell, you didn’t even think today would’ve progressed to this at all. 

The feeling of him on you was intoxicating, and it was so minuscule. His hands were all over you, and yours on him. Your breath came out ragged, “We shouldn’t.” 

“You’re right.” He paused on your neck briefly, directly in your ear now. “We shouldn’t.” 

“We’re friends.” You nodded, letting your hands trail up his back and into his hair. 

“Are we?”

You weren’t sure. It was complicated. You couldn’t let yourself think about that now and neither could he. 

He pushed you down onto the couch and stood above you, allowing you to finally look him over. He was casually in jeans and a t-shirt, the rest of his body entirely covered. The only skin that showed besides his face was just below at his neck. Around it lay his dog tags, which he was so adamant about wearing. The glint of them always caught your eye and alerted you of his presence. Even when he showed up silent, you’d see him and those damn tags. Just always out of your eyeline but in the room—that was who Bucky had always been. In his stoicism, he was still consistently there.

Watching Bucky undo his pants already had you eager for him, too. There was always something there for you, an intrigue simply at the way he carried himself. You stayed seated, leaning back a bit in an attempt to slide down your sweatpants. Both of you watched the other discarding the bottom half of their clothes with little thought, tossing them aside. 

He leaned, then, ruffling into his dark jacket’s interior. 

“I got it,” he mumbled, ripping into the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slid the latex over himself just before pushing the jacket off his back. 

He kneeled into the couch, the angle awkward but enough that he was able to slide into you like he wanted. It was tight—rough. You expected the burn but still sucked in a breath at it, the lack of prep. Bucky didn’t mean to make it this way but just wanted it to be over—the insatiable need to pump in and out of you. Only you.

Slowly and deliberately, he continued to kiss around your neck, collarbone, and ears. He snapped into you, purposely moving at a speed that allowed him to chase a high rather than savor the moment with you. He wanted to, truly…to acknowledge the way you looked up at him. It was his dream to let the sounds of you falling apart actually hit his ears and mean something, but he couldn’t. 

The couch creaked and rocked. You were now slightly bent into the back of the cushions, your chest moving up and down alongside Bucky’s. He pulled back, stabilizing himself behind you. The new angle allowed you to see his dog tags again, them hitting you with every movement into you. Without thinking, you grabbed them, hooking them under one of your fingers. 

He finally allowed himself some relief, his voice dragging out the moans he’d himself been holding in. “Fuck...” 

You watched him intently, pulling him closer by the chain on his neck. He shifted his angle a bit at that and watched your jaw drop open. Your brows furrowed, whines choking out of you at the new sensation. It made you let go of his tags, grasping at the fabric of his shirt. This made him pound into you faster—realizing a tether of intimacy was gone. 

He was subconsciously glad for that, happy that he could pinpoint and force that sweet look in your eyes away. There was no longer an adoration in your gaze but simply one of pleasure. This was for the best. He could appreciate you from a distance despite the line of friendship being crossed so carelessly now. 

“Shit,” you groaned out suddenly. “Buck-“ 

He hushed you softly, quelling the harsh sound in your throat. It only spurred him on, though, truly ruthless about this. He only slowed at the feeling of your fingers gliding over his face, pushing the stray piece of hair out of view. His pace stuttered, faltering as he really looked at you. 

A second later, he started in on you again. A clothed hand found its way into your shirt and pinched at your nipples. His grip was rough, kneading your chest. You were already so close; every additional sensation only pushed you further.

You met him suddenly, writhing into him and filling the living room with lewd slapping sounds. 

Bucky huffed breaths out at every push into you. You fought a squeak, pressing your own hand over your mouth. You gnawed at it as it allowed some relief from the burning inside of you. He was hitting that same spongey spot over and over. He was so good at picking up on the subtle changes in your face and body. 

Without warning he slipped out and nudged you, “Turn.” 

You did without questioning, a firm covered hand rubbing at the skin of your hips. Regardless of his gloves, you felt the difference in his hands—the slight shift of metal in one versus the pulse in the other. There was a contrast you enjoyed, a chill about his metal arm that grounded you. 

A knee pushed your legs open as he slid into you again, this time using you as leverage. Bucky pushed you down slowly, the side of your head finding the cushion. This angle was new, deeper. It wouldn’t be much longer at this point and he could tell. One hand slipped underneath you and up to your neck again, squeezing just enough for you to appreciate the loss of breath. In between gasps you nudged further into the couch, the sensation becoming too much for you. 

He couldn’t stop when you came, relishing the way your insides continued to pulse. It was as if he was meant to stay; his one true purpose was to be completely enveloped by you. When he finished a strained sound choked in his throat, one that you hadn’t expected. 

You were throbbing still, a cold feeling finally making you realize he pulled away. The feeling of him on you had gone away so quick. The sound of a different metal clanked—his belt buckle bouncing around as he slid his pants back on. 

“Should we…should I tell Steve about this?” 

Your question was sudden but was filled with a weight that scared him. You didn’t want to be too forward—but it was only right. Steve was now caught in the middle of something complicated. Even if this was the first and only time…you weren’t sure you could keep this from him. 

Bucky thought differently. 

“Why would you wanna tell Steve?” 

“Because it’s-“ 

“Leave him out of this.”  

Bucky readjusted his clothes, smoothing them over as they’d been before. You watched him inch his way to the door—his back toward you. 

You ignored the pang in your chest, the confusion that now resonated in you. Pushing it away, you settled on changing the subject. “Steve wanted to do something tomorrow, you coming?” 

He didn’t turn as he grabbed the doorknob, merely craned his head to the side. You watched his profile for any sense of something, but again, he was so unreadable for you. 

“I’ll be there.” 

Then he left. 

part two

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Willow

(A Pjo and Mcu!AU)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!ExAvenger!Reader

Chapter Summary: You are were an Avenger. But before becoming an Avenger, you were a demigod— were half human, half god—rescued and trained by Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. You were only 15, then. Fast forward 10 years later, here you were, with the three people that you looked up to, and who had saved your life, being dead. Leaving you alone and too old to go back to your camp. That left you with no choice but to pick up odd, free agent work to keep your life going with the support of your remaining family. What happens when you meet a meek, vulnerable yet the most powerful man who made you relive your worst traumas?

Warnings: No Bob in this chapter, world building + character background, Mentions of Injuries, Blood, Demons, Monsters, Canon Typical Violence, Depression, Death of a parent, Insecurities, Isolation, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Lots of Found Family content, CW+IW+Endgame timeline, Reader has magical abilities of the goddess Hecate (eg: necromancy, pyrokinesis, hypnokinesis, dark magic, etc. you can find the rest on rioridanwiki!), that’s all i think!

**this is a work of fiction. I don't own any of these characters and I have made some changes to fit the storyline better and because it's an AU. I have taken all the information from google and riordanwiki. Incase I have gotten anything wrong, please let me know!**

AN: oh i am so IN for this pjo x mcu crossover like... this is literally my childhood and adulthood mixed in one. But im also nervous omg. Also, the title is inspired by the lyirc: 'life was a willow and it bent right to your wind' from Willow by Taylor Swift. (Btw, my godly parent, as per riordanverse, is Apollo, which is yours?😁)

PS: let's assume civil war took place after the reader was recruited.

Look, you didn't plan to abandon your camp.

But when your godly mother is Hecate, you inherit the misfortune of having night empowerment, that is, your magic was the strongest at night and the weakest during the day, which is why you were left powerless when Luke betrayed the camp and joined Kronos, poisoning Thalia's Tree. This weakened the borders and allowed monsters and demons of all kinds to target Camp Half-Blood. It's even more difficult when you were not allowed to use your godly powers in front of the whole world even if the mist would protect you. On top of it, Chiron had strict schedules and rules for your trainings so that meant no excessive or exhaustive training exercises combined with your 15 year old self, you had to heavily rely on your magic, which would often drain you if you used it incorrectly or without proper preparations.

As Hecate's daughter, you preferred solitude and so did the rest of your siblings. But that didn't mean you weren't protective over each other. In fact, you were fiercely protective, and you joined the fight to defend your cabin and your camp from the demons unleashed by Kronos. Since you were an older demi-god, it was your job to look after, and protect, the younger ones as well. And you did exactly that. In an attempt to save one of the newly claimed demi-gods, Percy Jackson, you ended up throwing him out of the way and stood way too close to the camp's border.

"Percy, stay back!", you shouted at him while using your magic to turn one of the demons into a pile of ash and golden ichor. It was nearing sunset, so you could slowly feel your powers coming back to you, but still felt your body shutting down gradually because of the overuse of your powers.

Percy was a very stubborn and reckless kid, you realized that the moment he went head to head with Clarisse La Rue. And when he got claimed by Poseidon himself, you understood where he got that hero complex from. Nevertheless, you found yourself feeling protective over him, especially since Grover and Chiron themselves vouched for him. You had taken it upon yourself to protect him, Chiron's words of worry echoing in your mind.

You had lost your father in an unfortunate accident when you were just 10 years old and that's when Hecate had officially claimed you, protecting you and guiding you to the camp. Having no family in the mortal world, you easily grew attached to your fellow campers. Which lead to you protecting them even if it costed you your life.

On top of it, you stayed up at night everyday, wishing you’d get a chance to say goodbye to your father, at least once. Wishing you’d lead a normal life. You knew how different you were from your half siblings, how it took you time to perfect your magic. All of this made you insecure of yourself, blaming yourself for any shortcomings. Chiron tried to reassure you time and time again, but the mind was a tricky place to get out of.

Percy was grunting and using all his might to fight back the angry Minotaur, his sword glinting in the yellow-orange hue of the sky. His shoes scuffed against the ground, the Minotaur using its huge obsidian black horns to push him back, Percy’s dirty blonde curls shaking violently, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. There was chaos everywhere, sounds of weapons clanking against each other and hums of magic and spells that came from the enchanted cabins, groans and roars of the creatures and a faint smell of smoke coming from somewhere behind you.

"I'm fine!", Percy called back in his breathless voice, his chest heaving with the effort. You finished off the demon that was fighting you and joined Percy, casting a protection spell, a purple bubble of your powers surround you and resist against the Minotaur. Suddenly, a Fury startled you and latched onto your back, a pained groan leaving your mouth. It lead to you breaking the protective shield around Percy, your attention diverted to the Fury.

The Furies were attacking you relentlessly, leaving scratch marks against your arms and back. You managed to conjure a spell and hurl it at them, when you heard a shout of pain. You turned your head to see that Percy was on his back while the Minotaur approached him, nostrils flaring in anger and Percy still trying to come to his bearings. Luckily, someone shot arrows to distract the Furies and you stood up quickly, your head spinning and knees weak. You rushed over and stood in front of Percy, faintly hearing Annabeth's distressed call for him to get up.

Your ears were ringing and all you could see were the Minotaur's glowing eyes and flaring nostrils, it's muscles tensed before it charged and you quickly shoved Percy down the hill before casting a spell as a barrier between you and the Minotaur.

You could see Annabeth cradling Percy against her and you sighed in relief, your eyesight turning blurry because of the exhaustion and unshed tears when the Minotaur managed to charge, pushing you out of the camp border. A choked gasp left your mouth and you could just see Annabeth's mouth open in a scream before you passed through a mist and entered the outside world. You fell on your back, the hard ground hurting your ribs, before promptly passing out.

-

When you came to, your saw a white ceiling above you and a persistent beeping on your right. The harsh light hurt your eyes, which made you close them while letting out a pained wince.

"Hey, it's okay..", a calm and composed voice muttered next to you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion because it didn't sound anything like Chiron or Mr D. Slowly opening your lids, you turned your head to the left and saw that a huge, muscular man was sitting next to you. He had cropped blonde hair, light blue eyes, and was wearing a grey t-shirt underneath a leather jacket, his hands pressed against the railing of your bed. You felt like you had seen him somewhere before, but you couldn't recall it.

Licking your dry and chapped lips, you finally spoke up, "W-Who are you? Where's Chiron?"

The man's face shifted in confusion, "Chiron? I'm sorry, I don't know who that is but--I'm Steve. Steve Rogers."

That's when it clicked you, your eyes widened in realisation, "You—oh my gods, you are Captain America...", you let out in a breathy whisper and the man-Captain America, smiled shyly.

Of course you know who he was. An advantage of being a demi-god was that you had to be aware of what was going on in the world. So obviously, you were all aware (and fans) of the Avengers. You and Grover always fought about who was that strongest Avenger—Hulk or Thor (he was Team Hulk, you were Team Thor. #demigodssupporteachother or whatever.) And you'd be lying if you said half of the kids in your camp didn't have a crush on Steve or Thor.

Which is why, him sitting so close to you was sending you, and your heart, into a frenzy, the monitor on your right beeping louder and Steve furrowed his brows in concern.

"Are you okay? Should I call a nurse-"

Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment, "No! No, I-I am okay. Thanks. How...how did I get here? Where are we?", you stammered, still a little out of it. You could make out faint memories of asking Percy to stay back and facing a Minotaur, but everything was a blur after that.

"Well, we are at the Avengers Compound. We found you near the woods at Montauk beach. Thankfully, we were doing some recon stuff and Tony informed us about a heat signature. When we got off to check it out, you were lying unconscious with a few cuts on your body. How did you even get there? It's pretty far away from civilisation", Steve asked you in confusion.

You froze. Although it would've been just another Tuesday for him, you remembered your 'oath' as a demi-god—act normal and unassuming in front of the world outside the camp. So you decided to lie for now.

"Uh- it's...it's a long story. Can we discuss it later?", you asked him hesitantly, hoping he'd believe you.

Steve nodded before helping you sit up and handed you a glass of water. You accepted it gratefully and took a few soothing sips.

"That's alright. We'll probably debrief you later. You should rest, you have a few cuts and bruised ribs. The doctor will come to check on you soon. Do you wanna contact somebody at home...?"

You froze. Since you had travelled all the way across from one end of New York to the other, you assumed that the fight must've simmered down by now. You needed to contact Chiron and inform him about your whereabouts as soon as possible.

"Uh-yes. Do you mind giving me a phone? I must've lost mine somewhere..."

Steve nodded and fished out his own cell, before leaving the room to give you some privacy.

You let out a sigh of relief after the door shut and put his phone aside, casting a mist with your powers and focusing intently to call upon Chiron. It took some time to conjure it in your exhausted state, the mist disappearing and your hands shaking after a while.

After trying for the fourth time, you finally made the connection.

"(Name)? Where are you?", Chiron's aged and worried face shimmered in the rainbow.

"Chiron! Oh gods, I'm so sorry. The Minotaur pushed me out of the borders and, you're not gonna believe this, The Avengers saved me. I'm at the Avengers Compound, right now", you explained to him and his face shifted in understanding before he let out a sigh.

"That's quite far away. When are you coming back? Are you alright?"

"I'm okay. A few cuts and bruised ribs. I- Chiron, they're gonna debrief me. What do I tell them? It's not exactly believable to say that a 15 year old came to this remote beach alone and passed out in the woods."

"Well...they're the Avengers, right? This is probably not a big deal for them. What do you think?", Chiron asked curiously.

You pursed your lips, already having made up your mind about what to do.

"I think...I think I'm gonna tell them."

Chiron gave you a knowing smile, as if he could already see what was going to go down, but he didn't stop you. He never did. He was always a very supportive and anchoring presence in all of your lives.

-

2 days later you were discharged, arms and legs bandaged and a few bandages scattered across your back.

Steve escorted you to the debrief room, where you met Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark, who smirked at the perpetual look of awe and wonder on your face. You almost laughed at their laid back looks and how they looked ordinary out of their supersuits. Almost, because your hands were shaking at the fact that you were standing in front of literal superheroes.

You were absently picking at your chipped black nail polish when Tony addressed you.

"So...(Name)? Right?", Tony began. You nodded and he read something on a tablet before speaking up, "Apart from your father and your early school life, I couldn't find any information on you. Why's that?", he stared at you in scrutiny while Steve and Natasha sat next to him, observing.

You cleared your throat and wrung your hands together in nervousness. Not only were you sitting in front of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes, but also you were going to talk about your real identity. You just hoped they wouldn't arrest you or worse.

"Well—Before I say anything, you have to promise you won’t rat me out", you stated and the three of them hesitated before agreeing to your condition, Tony squinting his eyes in judgement.

You sighed, "I am...not completely human. I'm a demi-god. Demi-titan actually, but yeah.”

The three of them whipped their eyes to look at you, their faces frozen in shock. How was this unassuming, docile, 15 year old girl, a demi god? And how did nobody find out about this?

"I'm sorry, what?", Tony blurted out and Natasha put a hand on his arm.

"Wait, how does nobody know about this? And why should we believe you?", she questioned you sternly.

You pursed your lips before opening up your palm in front of you, a small flame hovered on it, your eyes glowing purple.

"Whoa", Steve murmured in surprise, Natasha staring at you in wonder and Tony's eyes widened in disbelief. You slowly closed your palm and extinguished the flame, your eye colour returning back to normal, hands inside the pocket of the Stark-issued jacket that they had provided you.

"You can't speak of this to anyone. In fact, whatever I'm about to tell you, none of you can ever mention this to anybody. Or you will risk multiple lives. And I mean it", you informed them in a solemn tone and they understood the gravity of your words.

All of them dutifully nodded their heads and asked you to begin, Tony activating a privacy shutdown around the room.

So you began. You told them about your father who died in a car crash and how the Greek Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft, Hecate, had claimed you. That's when you had found out that you were her daughter, her and your father being lovers. Their faces were slack with surprise, the fact that greek gods and goddesses actually existed as the same time as them was unbelievable to them and you smirked at that. You had managed to shock the Avengers themselves.

You told them how Hecate showed you the way to the camp and you spent the next 5 years of your life there, under the guidance of a centaur named Chiron and the god Dionysus. You told them about the attack, how you were thrown outside the camp's borders and that's why you landed in the woods, making sure to not reveal the exact location of the camp. You also told them about your powers, what you can do with your magic, how much can you handle and how it is the strongest at night and dark places and the weakest during the day.

"I-Wow. This is a lot. You are a lot. I have a lot of questions", Tony replied and leaned his head against his hands.

You shrugged, "I really can't tell you anything more than this. I can't risk my family's life. Please, may I go now?"

All of them exchanged looks and asked you to step out for sometime, before calling you back in after 15 minutes.

"(Name)...look. We...have someone like you on our team now. Her name is Wanda Maximoff. Both of you share the same powers, minus the godly parent thing. You'd be an useful asset to the team and she’d help you train. Plus, we'd protect you in return. No more ending up in random woods, no more fighting demons and what not", Tony proposed and you froze.

"What?", you asked in disbelief. Did he really just ask you if you wanted to leave behind your old life and start this one like you knew any of them personally?

“I can’t just leave my home and be an Avenger!”, you said incredulously.

Natasha and Steve sighed before Natasha spoke up, “Look, I get it. It’s not exactly easy to just join us and there’s probably complications that we can’t even imagine. But, think about it. You’d get a place to stay, protection, and appropriate training. You’re only 15, (Name), don’t you think you should be going to school instead of having to constantly look over your shoulder? I know why you went to the camp. It’s so that you don’t end up lonely. I get that, trust me”, she tried to reason and you felt your stomach twist in indignation.

“I’m sorry? I’m not gonna let you sit there and guilt trip me like that, Ms. Romanoff. Let’s not act like you guys live any better lives than we do. And I do go to school, by the way”, you said heatedly, your eyes glowing a muted purple, feeling defensive over your home. Natasha and Steve were silent for a moment while Tony was too busy typing something in the tablet.

You clenched your fists and let out a breath, calming yourself down, “Now, if you’re done, I’d like to leave”, you conceded before standing up and leaving the room in a haste.

“Wait—(Name)!”, Tony’s voice called out and you reluctantly stopped, turning around in irritation.

“Sit down for a moment, will you?”, he requested you and sat down on the sofa outside the room. You grumbled and sat opposite him on the cushioned chair.

Tony began by holding out his hands to placate you, “Listen. We’re not trying to guilt-trip you. I swear. You’ve got potential, kid. And I know how difficult it must’ve been for you to navigate after your father’s death. I get that, I’ve been there. You’re just 15. And we can help you. You mentioned a name—Chiron, right? I assume he's your camp counselor or something?"

You gave him a hesitant nod.

"Why don’t you talk about this with him?”, he offered.

You paused for a moment, mulling over his words. You swallowed in nervousness before replying, “Okay.”

Tony pulled out his phone but you stopped him, “Uh- we can’t use mobile phones. Alerts the monsters and all that.”

Tony made a face, his eyes wrinkling behind his tinted glasses, “How do you talk to people, then?”

You gave him a smirk and conjured a mist, both of your hands splayed out in front of you, before closing your eyes and calling out to Chiron.

“What the fuck?”, Tony muttered next to you and you opened your eyes, seeing Chiron in the rainbow covered mist.

“Chiron…h-how’s everything there? Is everybody alright?”, you asked him tentatively, your leg moving up and down in anxiety, worried about your fellow campers and your siblings.

Chiron sighed in exhaustion, “I won’t lie to you and say it’s alright. Many of the kids, your cabin included, are injured. Grover, the nymphs and the Apollo cabin are tending to all of them. The camp…it’s a mess. Part of our stables is completely burnt, Thalia was barely saved, the hill is covered in small fires, dining area is destroyed…and since the borders are yet to be closed, it’s going to take a while to rebuild.”

Your chest ached, you didn’t want to pile this up on the old man right now. He was already going through a lot.

“Just say it, (Name)”, Chiron quipped. You snapped your head up to look at him. Of course Chiron already sensed you wanted to share something. On your left, Tony was staring at you and Chiron closely—with wonder and something else shimmering in his eyes.

“This is Tony Stark, you know him. Iron Man and Billionaire”, you introduced them before Tony slid in close to you and waved at Chiron. You swallowed before deciding to just bite the bullet, “Chiron, they’ve proposed that I join the team”, you let out in a breath and lowered your eyes in shame.

“Okay. What have you decided?”, Chiron’s calm voice asked you.

You stuttered, “I’m-”, but you knew your answer.

You wanted to get away from the camp for the past 3 years. The place reminding you too much of your father and how you were lesser than the others. How you stuck out like a sore thumb.

But even if you joined the Avengers, you’d still stand out. You’d have to constantly hold back and be careful to avoid hurting others, stay focused and train harder to gain control over yourself and avoid contact altogether, to save them from the monsters that would follow your scent.

But you wanted to do this. The thrill of attending school without getting distracted by some Greek mythological creature following you and finally leaving the camp to try and lead a mundane life was too strong to ignore. You steeled yourself and looked at Chiron.

“I’m doing this, Chiron. I’m sorry”, you could see Tony’s eyes widen next to you and Chiron’s understanding smile.

Chiron was the next thing to a father that you had. His progressive and supportive energy kept you going for the 5 years that you spent in the camp. You would always be grateful for his wisdom and protection.

You felt your eyes tear up before Chiron instructed, “Don’t apologise, my child. You can come to the camp tomorrow. We’ll see you then. Take care.”

You gave him a wet smile and broke the connection, staring at your hands in intense concentration. A few quiet moments passed before Tony nudged you lightly, garnering your attention. You turned your head to the side to look at him with tearful eyes.

“You did good. We’ll discuss the rest when you come back tomorrow, hm?”, he murmured.

You simply nodded in agreement.

-

You went back to the camp to meet your family for the last time. Bidding farewell to your siblings and your favourite trio—Annabeth, Grover and Percy—along with Chiron and Mr. D. It was a tearful goodbye, Grover and Annabeth crying and Percy trying his best to stifle his. When you went to hug him, he begrudgingly returned it, murmuring into your shoulder that he was upset at you.

You cried harder at that.

After gathering all your stuff from the cabin and bidding everyone goodbye, they walked you to the camp’s borders. Chiron asked you to make a small promise to him, that while you would lead a double life now, you’d try your best to keep this part of it hidden, which meant no sudden iris messages or surprise visits. You vehemently agreed, reassuring him that you’d do anything to protect them and him promising his support to you, anytime.

And then you left. For your new life. As the Demi-God Avenger.

-

"Well, this is your room, I tried my best to design it to suit you, but if you want any changes, just let me know or shout out to FRIDAY."

"FRIDAY?", you asked in confusion.

Tony smirked in that classic manner of his, "FRIDAY, welcome our newest member."

"Of course, boss. Welcome to the Avengers Compound, Miss (Name). This would be your room and if you need anything, you can just call out my name. I'll assist you at any time."

You jumped when you heard the dismembered voice. It was coming from the entire room, it seemed. Now, you were used to hearing voices out of thin air, but this? The fact that this was achieved without magic was so fascinating to you.

"Whoa...", you breathed out in disbelief, your mouth falling open in awe and your eyes flitting around the entire room.

Tony chuckled next to you, "Yeah, I know. Anyways, settle down and you can join us for lunch or order somethin', if you want. I'll be busy in a meeting and Natasha has gone for an assignment. Steve must be in the gym or the library and it's your lucky day because Bruce is in the labs as well. So, if you need anything, you can go to those two, yeah?"

You nodded absently, and he took your leave. Looking around the room, you took notice of how Tony had personalised it for you.

The room was painted in a terracotta colour, a huge bed in the middle on your left side that was covered in a cream coloured bedsheet, purple coloured duvet, a mountain of cream, purple and yellow coloured pillows. Next to the bed were two side tables, both of them a dark mahogany wood, the one closest to you had a beautiful moon lamp on it. There was a desk lined by the wall in front of the bed, it was in the same dark mahogany wood as the side tables, a purple coloured chair placed in front of it. The bed's left side had an in-the-wall book shelf, and next to it was a huge floor-to-ceiling length window that sprawled across the wall, it was covered in glass and had a sliding door to give you access to the lush green lawn of the compound. The window swathed the room in a golden hue of the afternoon sun, the view of the sun peeking through the trees and leaves moving in the slight breeze putting you at ease right away.

You took in a deep breath, the scent of a lavender candle tickling your nose and you felt like this was home. Your eyes welled up with tears at that.

You see, as the child of a minor goddess, you and your siblings did not have your own cabin. You had to share with the Hermes kids who shared with other minor gods' kids and it was chaotic. You never had a chance to have a place of your own. The fact that Tony, a man you had just met, had done this just to make you feel at home and even allowed you to make any changes as you desire, was everything to you. You'd be forever grateful for how he took you in and let you live at his place as if you always belonged.

You decided to spend the whole day in your room, unpacking your stuff and arranging it. There was a door on the right of the desk that was most likely the bathroom. You opened it and were shocked at the sight in front of you--the bathroom was huge, with a large bathtub and a shower cubicle on the left. You didn't notice it at first, but as soon as you entered, there was another door on the right which lead into the closet, which was substantially big enough for you. After arranging your clothes in it and taking in your room once more, you decided to walk out and thank Tony for all of this.

Tony just waved you off, stopping your attempts at thanking him, telling you to feel at home and pull up your socks for the training, instead. After having dinner with them and introducing yourself to Bruce, you went back to your room and just crashed, falling asleep immediately for the first time in your life.

-

2016

It's been a whole year since you became an Avenger and moved into the compound. You had settled in quite well, making a friend in Wanda who trained you everyday to control your powers (which, you were sure, that Hecate must have rolled her eyes at), and had a dysfunctional family of superheroes now, being extremely close to all of them. Even if that was the case, you were the closest to Natasha, Tony and Steve--the three people who had given you this life. Soon you met Vision, Rhodey, Clint and Sam, and you got along with all of them quite well except Clint, whom you found a little annoying.

You were still undergoing training, so Tony put you on schedules with Natasha, who taught her widow techniques to you and Steve, who taught you how to make proper use of your body's natural strength. Sam was another great sparring partner, his flexibility and agility as a gymnast and athlete was fascinating to you and he was fun to talk to, always cracking jokes and treating you to lunch later.

You were the unofficial baby of the group so they all took turns to be protective over you and babysit you (you'd be lying if you said you didn't like that.) All of them were fond of how smart and polite you were, but at the same time fearful of your powers and did everything to avoid upsetting you as any tumultuous emotion caused you to lose control, destroying anything around you. You had accidentally burnt down a part of the kitchen when Clint wouldn't stop annoying you, a purple burst of irritation blazing the entire right side of the kitchen, narrowly missing the gas pipes.

Clint was banned from talking to you after that incident.

As for the school part, you did attend school and made new friends there as well- Peter Parker, Ned Leeds and MJ. You were an year older than them, but the school required you to retake your classes so you had to start in the same grade as them. This was your little bubble, the three of them keeping you company everyday and Aunt May spoiling you to her heart's content. You loved how motherly and caring she was, always looking forward to the days she'd invite you over for lunch or dinner or when you and Ned went to Peter's for a movie night.

Safe to say, you had settled in like you always belonged here. No interference from any titans or demons or gods, enjoying your mundane life with your new family and friends. You had gotten inspired to change your room as well-- your godly gifts also included being an amazing interior designer and innovator--so you turned your bed into a four poster with beige curtains hanging from it, an enchanted sky ceiling that showed you the constellations any time that you want, your bathroom was transformed into half covered by dark, moody purple tiles and you had casted a spell to increased the size of your room, turning it into a gym, or a kitchen, or a garden, if you had one of those days where the commotion in the compound became too much. Everyone was freaked out by the way you could transform things into whatever you wished to but they got over it soon, watching you in wonder and requesting the same for their rooms (which you politely declined because using too much of your powers exhausted you.)

-

Imagine the whiplash when a few months later, your family was arguing over some papers, had split into two, had asked you to pick a side, and were now fighting against each other in the middle of an airport.

Steve had told you about his best friend, Bucky, when you came across an article of them on the internet. Now, you knew who he was and what happened to him, but hearing it from Steve, who had lived to see what happened, was an experience and it gave you the real story instead of the gossip-y and juicy stories squeezed out by media outlets. When you saw the news that Bucky had assassinated King T’Chaka, it was a shock. You didn’t believe he could’ve done that. In fact, you didn’t blame Bucky for whatever he did for most of his life.

But when that man in the footage looked eerily familiar to Bucky, who was going to listen to a 16 year old new recruit?

Tony and Steve argued. Steve, Sam and Natasha broke the law for Bucky and were branded as criminals. The rest of them picked sides. Tony supporting the accords, Steve being against it. And your family broke apart. Now you must be wondering, what did you do?

You opted out. It went against your morals and your affection for the team. The betrayal you felt, when Wanda chose to broke out of the compound and join Steve, was something serious. You hadn’t expected that to happen and you surely hadn’t expected for Clint to be an even bigger asshole and convince Wanda to break out. You argued with the two of them but they did not give you a chance to placate, leaving in a haste while Wanda put Vision six feet under ground when he tried to stop her. If she could do that to Vision, whom she liked, you didn't want to imagine what she could've done to you.

Rhodey had asked you for a last time, whether you wanted to join them or not. You strongly opposed, stating that you’d stay in the compound or at a friend’s. After Wanda left, you were originally going to stay back but then you received May’s call, that Peter had left for a study tour and you straightened up in alarm. There was no study tour. You packed up an overnight bag and left for Queens, choosing to spend the night with May instead.

Come morning, May was rightfully worried as Peter’s phone wasn’t working anymore and he didn’t answer any of her calls or texts. You were proper annoyed. You just had a hunch that he was at the airport, but when you summoned a connection through the mist—it was confirmed. There he was, in Tony’s private jet, on his way to Germany.

See, you always found his excuses for missing out on stuff dumb, the nervousness and lies practically bleeding through his clothes and body. But you chose to humour him, not wanting to stress him out. But there he was, sitting in the jet, in a fucking Spider-Man suit. As if that’s not a big deal.

You were worried you’d scare May off by accidentally blasting out your powers, so you decided to meditate instead. You stayed with her for the whole day, keeping her company and distracting her. And the next day, you received an alert on your watch from FRIDAY that everyone had returned. You hastily took May’s leave and arrived at the compound to find out—a whole chunk of your family was missing, Tony was sporting a black eye and a broken arm, and him and Natasha looking at you with grim faces.

“What the hell happened?”, you muttered carefully, the compound’s common area was way too quiet.

Tony looked away in guilt, Natasha looked at you in concern.

“Hey…are you okay?”, she asked tentatively, as if preparing you for the worst.

“Nat, I asked you something. What the hell happened? Where is everyone?”, your voice wavered, a lump lodged in your throat.

Tony shook his head, avoiding your eyes at all costs while Nat let out a tired sigh.

“Well, to cut the story short—Steve, Clint, Sam and Bucky are in the raft. They are declared as criminals of the state”, your eyes widened in shock, “Wanda and Vision are on the run. Don’t know where they are right now.”

“What the fuck? Tony? What—and what happened to you? Where’s Rhodey? What even happened between you all?”, you growled, irritated with Tony’s non-verbal stance.

Tony took a deep breath before finally meeting your eye, his black eye making it difficult for him to focus without wincing.

“Rhodey…got shot out of the sky. Paralysed from the lower spine and below. He’s getting operated on right now. Might— Will need prosthetics. And uh-I fought with Cap and Barnes”, his voice was low and heavy with guilt, like he was already blaming himself for everything.

Your eyes widened, “What”, you breathed out, “How—what the fuck even happened, how did it escalate so badly? Huh?”, your voice rose in anger, eyes lightly glowing a muted purple, a purple-blue flame simmering at your fingertips.

Natasha held up her hands to placate you, “Hey—kid, it’s okay. I know this is a lot—”

“Of fucking course, it’s a lot! What were you guys thinking? All of this over a piece of fucking paper? And now—now most of them are on the run, are wanted as criminals and in the hospital? And Tony—”, you pointed a finger at him, “what was Peter doing there?!”

Tony’s eyes widened in surprise, “How—”

“Yeah. He’s my friend. And my classmate. And I have powers that help me track down someone who’s miles away from me”, the flame at your fingertips was slowly engulfing your hand, your eyes turning a brighter purple now. Natasha came close to you, her hand slowly settling on your shoulders in support.

Tony swallowed, his face shifting in pain, “I’m sorry. I’m really—I don’t know what to say, kid. What’s happened, happened. We—I fucked up. I’ll…I’ll try fixing it”, his eyes turned glassy by the end of that sentence and he turned back, walking away from you and Natasha.

You gritted your teeth and clenched your hands into tight fists, your eyes glowing a brighter purple now. The lights started flickering, a few scattered objects and frames shaking, Natasha looked at you in shock and fear.

“Hey-hey, hey, come on. Look at me—(Name), come on. Don’t do this. It’ll be alright. I got you, sweetheart”, Natasha said in a gentle voice, wrapping you in her safe arms. You closed your eyes in resignation, hands relaxing, the common area going back to normal, and you leaned into Natasha, a few tears slipping from your eyes.

You weren’t afraid of being alone, no. But you were human. And somehow, you were that one defective child of Hecate that craved for human connection. You had already lost your blood family. You had to leave behind your half family. And now? Now your found family was broken too. And slowly, your brain started working overtime to convince you that maybe, maybe you were the problem.

-

2018

2 years since your family broke up. 3 since you became an Avenger.

A lot had changed since then.

You grew up, of course. You were 18 and you were a trained Avenger now. Which meant you could assist the rest of them on missions.

But it was of no use because Steve, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Clint—they were all still estranged from the rest of you. You found out about Scott, who was put on house arrest along with Clint. You found out that Bucky was in Wakanda, undergoing treatment for his arm and the trigger words. You were really happy when you found out about that. Natasha was also on the run with Steve and Sam. You didn’t know where they went, originally. Rhodey had recovered, his new prosthetics helping him move around easily.

Steve and Tony had made up, for the most of it. Steve sent a letter and a burner phone for Tony to call him on, which felt awfully similar to an exes to lovers thing. You also found out that Steve had lied about Bucky killing Tony’s parents. That one gave you a massive shock. You couldn’t believe that Steve could do something stupid and...immoral like that. And suddenly, you understood Tony’s anger towards him and Bucky.

But he had already forgiven Steve and the others, that much was clear. It was clear to you the moment you saw him in the sling and black eye 2 years ago, his shoulders drawn in like a small child, and you sensed it immediately on him. That was the thing about Tony, he was quick to take all the blame on him and forgive others in his own begrudging and annoying way.

Then you confronted Peter about his superhero activities.

He stuttered his way through the confession and you eventually stopped grilling him, taking pity on his poor face that was red with nervousness, and decided to let him in your secret. He was positively buzzing then, unable to wrap his head around the fact that his best friend was a "fucking--demi-god/demi-titan, whatever, oh my god!" (his words, not yours.) He even made you show your powers to him, ooh-ing at every single spell that you cast in Latin and Greek and the purple shimmer of your magic.

You decided to train yourself harder, wanting to be prepared the next time your help is required in any mission. Practicing with the book of spells and witchcraft that your mother, Hecate, had gifted you after a quest, with your room shut out from the outside world, the smells of burning incense and herbs permeating your bones and every corner of the room. Tony would be freaked out at your training rituals but you assured him that it was just for concentration purposes.

Chiron would contact you every now and then, you would chat with him, Annabeth, Grover and Percy and that would make you feel lighter. They kept you entertained and updated about the stuff happening around the camp or in their lives, with Grover--being your favourite gossiper--subtly hinting at Percy and Annabeth getting closer to admitting their very obvious crushes on each other. That made you happy and sad at the same time because you couldn’t witness that first hand.

You even introduced them to Tony and Peter. Tony and Annabeth had a long nerdy conversation, after which Tony told you that he was greatly impressed and asked if he could give her an internship, while Grover and Percy had a great time exchanging memes and pop culture with Peter.

It was pretty mundane for these two years. You gelled in with Pepper and Happy, becoming an unofficial member of the Stark family along with Peter, who was also an intern at Stark industries now, you kept an eye on Steve and the others, just to reassure yourself that they were okay, although Wanda was keeping you out, wanting to stay hidden for longer and Bucky was still undergoing his treatment. Sometimes you'd see him step out of his hut and feed the sheep, play with the kids, take walks with Princess Shuri minus his metallic arm, but most importantly—you were happy to see that he looked healthy.

-

But then came the ugly purple giant and his army of equally nasty alien soldiers and ruined your life. You went to space with Tony, he was fully against it but you insisted, because your powers could actually be helpful against an extraterrestrial. You fought along side Tony, Peter and the Guardians. You even came close to removing the godforsaken gauntlet from Thanos' hand.

But then it suddenly ended. Time stopped. And everyone started disappearing.

Peter disappeared into a pile of ash right in front of you and Tony, departing with a quiet 'I'm Sorry' and you waited for the same to happen to you, but it never came. You leaned back against the debris of the fallen moon, your blown wide in a state of shock, hands shaking violently while Tony tried to bring you back to life.

You were stuck in that space ship with him and Nebula for god knows how long. Tony's cheeks were hollowed, skin pale, movements slower and you couldn't bear to watch that. You weren't doing any better. You had gone quiet and sluggish, half heartedly listening to Tony and Nebula playing a game of paper football. He fed you the remaining rations, forcing you to eat but eventually he lost his own energy, filming one last message in the helmet of his Iron suit and leaned back into the pilot seat in exhaustion. You had passed out long back, falling unconscious with hunger and the lack of energy or hope.

-

You opened your eyes to a white ceiling, eyes straining against the curtain of exhaustion and confusion, your body weak and limp on the soft bed. You noticed a figure move in the corner of your eye and notice a mop of blonde hair, the whole scene giving you a sense of deja vu, and then you heard his voice.

"Kid?", your eyes flew open. Steve was sitting next to you. Alive. It's been 2 years since you saw him. Your eyes welled up with tears and he laid an empathetic hand on your shoulder, thumb rubbing it gently to soothe you.

"W-where are the others..", you managed to get out and his face turned solemn.

"Nat, Clint, Scott, Rhodey, Bruce--they're all here. The rest..", he trailed off and shook his head. It was enough to make you aware of the situation, swallowing harshly against the lump in your throat as you froze.

Your chest ached as you realised-- you had lost half of your family once again.

-

2023

It's been 5 years since the snap. 5 years since you lost your family again and 5 years of you wallowing in your sorrows, your magic slowly inching towards a darker side. All that anger, sadness and frustration was simmering beneath your blood, ready to unleash at any moment.

Steve and Natasha kept you close, keeping a vigilant eye on you--almost helicopter parenting you--which was funny, because you were 23 years old now. Tony had retired. Completely given up. He had chosen a secluded cabin and shifted there after his and Pepper's marriage. You were glad he took the decision. But a part of you felt angry, because you couldn't have that luxury and you couldn't check on Camp Half-Blood either, the fear of attracting more monsters making you paranoid.

So you simply sat back and observed, waiting for the right moment to strike back, your magic pulsing beneath your veins, waiting to be released.

-

Slowly, people started joining--Thor came back extremely depressed with a talking raccoon who was a part of the Guardians' team, then there was Carol Danvers, who was cool and looked every bit of the leader that she is, and suddenly it was a full house again.

You, Steve, Natasha and Scott had gone to convince Tony to help out when Bruce's (or Professor Hulk's, honestly that was a little scary to you) attempts at making a time machine failed miserably. When you reached the cabin, you stopped dead in your tracks at the visual.

Tony and Pepper had a daughter now, the sight of him cuddled up with her making your eyes well up with tears, wishing you had the same. It was difficult to convince him, naturally, with him having a family now.

"I'm really happy for you, Tony", you whispered and gave him a soft smile, waving a hand to Morgan who shyly returned it before running back inside, "But please, think about it. It's been five years", you requested him and he pursed his lips, the gray in his hair catching the light and his brown eyes glassy with emotion. You knew he would join you. You knew you were asking a lot from him, that he wouldn't sleep peacefully if he did this.

And he did do it. He made time travel possible. And he remade the gauntlet. Only Tony Stark could make it happen. All of you, joined by Clint, went back in time, to gather those stones. And Clint returned without Natasha. It took Tony and Steve together to calm you down before you destroyed the entire set up. You didn't even get time to recover from it when the entire compound collapsed. It was infiltrated and attacked by Thanos and his army again.

You had exhausted yourself thoroughly, casting spells left and right to protect someone or to kill an alien. You protected Clint when he had the gauntlet in his hand, you protected Nebula when she was attacking another alien, you conjured a spell to create the Empousai, who sucked the blood out of the aliens, you used your pyrokinetic powers to light up anything on fire and deflect attacks, you even tried to use your time manipulation powers to reverse the events but the stones and Thanos' power was too strong, him using the power stone to fling you across the field where you dropped down harshly, knocking against the hard ground violently.

That's when you saw, felt and heard, the buzz of a million spirals in the field, the magic of the mystical arts, cast by Strange, Wong and their supporters and you faintly made out blurry figures whizz past you. Suddenly a strong hand clamped around your arm, pulling you up slowly and letting you lean against them, your eyes flying open in surprise when you saw that it was Bucky.

This meant that everyone was back. Bucky handed you over to Tony, who helped you sit up and you heard a thwip above you, hands helping the two of you stand up, the field around you was engulfed in chaos and sounds of pain and fighting. When the person started speaking, you and Tony snapped your heads up to stare at Peter.

Your best friend, Peter. Tony's son, Peter.

The two of you were crying, listening to Peter's nerdy ramble with fond attention before Tony wrapped him up in a hug, Peter quieting down and returning the hug, his eyes closed in contentment and he grabbed your arm to pull you in, the three of you embracing each other in silence.

-

You thought everything was okay now. You thought it was over and all of you could go home, try to mend each other again, when suddenly a bright light blinded you, your concentration breaking and hands coming up to cover your face. When the light faded away, you noticed that it was too quiet.

Everyone had stopped fighting, looking at each other helplessly, trying to figure what just happened when you heard a sound of metal against metal, a body dragging down a piece of debris. You whipped your head to the side to see--Tony. His right side was charred and gray, like he had walked through a wild fire, his eyes were blank, body language sluggish and exhausted.

You felt it--His heartbeat was slower. His breathing too thin. You could feel his soul fighting to stay alive, and you fell to your knees, Steve's arms coming around you to keep you grounded, your eyes brimmed with tears and face damp with them as you saw Rhodey, Pepper and Peter say their goodbyes to Tony.

Peter was held back by Rhodey, his body shaking violently with sobs, Pepper was murmuring something and every single person standing around them had tears in their eyes. You crawled over to Tony, placing a careful hand on his cold forehead, and you whispered a soothing spell, one that would lessen his pain in his last moments.

"Thank you for everything, T", you whispered wetly, his blank eyes shining with tears as he tried to move his head to look at you and abruptly stood up, crying into Steve's shoulder for god knows how long.

-

As if losing two of the most important people in your life wasn't enough, right after Tony's funeral ended, Steve decided to leave you.

He left you, Sam and Bucky behind, without any warning. Well, you assumed Bucky knew but Steve had still betrayed you and Sam. He left the shield behind with Sam, passing the mantle of Captain America to him. You felt proud but empty, unable to celebrate as you were shaking with annoyance at Steve's nonchalance and ignorance.

"Take care and don't underestimate yourself. You still have a family", he told you and gestured towards the two men standing at the end of the grassy path, the wrinkles and white hair making him look like a stranger.

In a way, he was a stranger. This wasn't the same Steve Rogers that you knew. You had walked away furiously, your chest hurting with the pain and frustration. Sam and Bucky watched you leave helplessly, the three of you caught in the same dilemma.

First it was your dad. Then it was Natasha. Then Tony. And now Steve.

Your life had completely uprooted itself and you weren't the same anymore. So as Hecate and fate would have it, you went back to your old friend: isolation.

-

2024

Yeah alright, you had said you would isolate yourself blah blah blah.

But turns out, you can’t resist Sam Wilson, with his big brown eyes and gentle voice working overtime to convince you. He had been the one to coax you out of your depressed state and the dingy apartment that you lived in (that wasn’t dingy at all on the inside, but the exterior helped you to stay undercover. Sam lost his mind when he discovered that you could do the decor stuff too.)

You’d been out of service for a whole year, choosing to keep to yourself, keeping your head down, leaving your apartment only to go for grocery runs or food—that’s all. You didn’t contact anybody, didn’t take up any assignments, didn’t use your magic for saving-the-world-purposes-nothing. You felt like an empty shell of your previous self and there was an ever lasting ache in your heart, your mind constantly sending signals that something—someone was missing.

But when Sam came knocking on your door, scolding you for being off the grid and so difficult to track, he managed to convince you to join him and Bucky for a small party at Sam’s hometown.

You refused, shutting him down quickly. He observed you closely with the eyes of a soldier then--taking in your black sweats, dark blue oversized hoodie dwarfing your body, the bags under your eyes, the smell of lavender and herbs that seemed to stick to you, the dim yet large ambience of your home, the constant fidgeting with your hands--and he let out a big sigh, his heart squeezing with empathy for you.

In way you reminded him of Bucky, who was nothing less than a wounded animal in the initial days. That’s what you looked like.

He then tried to break you by telling you that Bucky wanted you to come, knowing you had wanted to talk to him for a long time, and you perked up at that, reluctantly agreeing to his invitation and also because you couldn't say no to Sam's big-eyed-kicked-puppy-look anymore.

You went to Louisiana with him and joined his family’s cookout. Sam encouraged you to dress up and you did it for him, making yourself presentable after months--wearing a striped blue and white shirt, paired with your most comfortable pair of jeans, your favourite shoes, a brown handbag that Natasha had gifted you, your hair pulled up in a neat hairstyle and your face touched up with light concealer (those eye bags were serious.)

When you got there, the entire place was bustling with happy families and deliciously smelling meals. You eventually spotted Bucky, noticing that his hair was shorter now, and he was playing with 2 teenaged boys. That brought a tiny smirk to your face, happy yet surprised to see him so free and excited like this. Bucky spotted you and ran over, shocked to see you. He tackled you in a hug, a surprised squeal leaving your mouth before you returned the gesture. Sam’s sister and his nephews welcomed you with opened arms, making you forget your pain and suffering for sometime.

That night, you hugged Sam close and cried into his shoulder, him reassuring you that he’d stick around and that he wanted you to work with them. After Sam went to bed, you sat by the dock and looked at the water, the moonlight making it sparkle and Bucky joined you, the two of you chatting for a while before he extended his hand for a possible friendship and acquaintance, and you hesitantly but happily accepted.

This is how you began your new journey, with your new family.

Chapter 2

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Idk If you're taking request BUT I really need

Bucky Barnes platonic love him

What if reader is like bucks adopted daughter or sum she got powers lowkey I feel like she could be really into bob (what if Bucky and reader and drifting apart and it seriously makes reader sad cause she really loves her dad)

pairing: father!Bucky x daughter!Reader

summary: Bucky took you under his wing pre-blip, but after he got dusted and you didn’t, he just couldn’t accept the fact that you’ve grown. His refusal to adapt eventually pushed you away. 

a/n: I’ve never written for bucky before so please dont scorch me :’) I am very pleased w this tho. Also!! I didn’t include reader being into bob, i hope thats okay anon!! (ps. I jumped for joy seeing a request) ty sosososo much for the love on my bob post

warnings: probably ooc bucky, mention of a gun, very possible disappointment ahead

word count: 2k

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James Buchanan Barnes, better known as Bucky, had many, many regrets. Most people would say it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t in control of himself, so he should logically be able to move on. He didn’t agree though. He took so many lives, most times with a weapon, but sometimes with his own hands. 

Still, those very same hands were the ones to cradle you as Bucky took you back to Wakanda on one of his missions as the White Wolf. The Wakandan’s sent Bucky to assess if someone had somehow taken Wakandan technology without permission. See your powers happened to be the organic version of King T’challa’s new suit, allowing you to absorb and redisperse any damage dealt to you. 

After you awakened, you explained in as little detail as allowed, about how you were being experimented on after a kid hit you and he flew back into a wall. You swore over and over again that you didn’t mean it, and had no idea what was happening to you, fearful that they would start to experiment on you too.

That was the moment that Bucky decided to take you in. You’ve got so much trauma built up already and you’re barely able to drive. He knows the feeling, and even though the Wakandan’s helped him fix a lot of his problems, he still has enough to deal with on his own that he’s sure he can aid you in your recovery.

He trained you, teaching you hand to hand combat, how to dodge properly, and even how to block a hit so that it has no impact on you at all. How to use a gun was a brief lesson, Bucky didn’t want you using one but he more so hated the thought of you being at a disadvantage if you didn’t know what to do with it.

When Bucky wasn’t with you, it was Shuri and or T’Challa if they were available, helping you to hone in on your powers and the best way to manipulate them to benefit yourself. Shuri made you a suit that would protect you from injury since your powers didn’t stop bullets or shrapnel from piercing your skin.

Your world collapsed when the closest thing you’ve had to a father figure was snapped away. You weren’t there to see it happen, Bucky forbid you from going on the actual battlefield so you guarded Shuri as she worked on removing the Mind Stone from Vision. Even after it seemed like everything went to shit, you still held faith. The Avengers hadn’t seen anyone they couldn’t handle yet, and today would not be the day.

But then people started turning to dust. And maybe today was the day because when you got down to the scene of the final fight Bucky was nowhere to be found. You find Steve Rogers, after all the stories you’ve heard about him you know he’ll know where Bucky is. 

Steve grabs you into a hug before breaking the news, “He’s gone kid.” And the tears start welling in your eyes. But you don’t believe him.

“What do you mean he's ‘gone’?” You’re pushing at him, trying to get out of his grip, but he’s a super soldier and you’re just a girl. 

“Thanos. He - he got him. With the snap.” He’s cradling your head, trying to be as comforting as he can even though he too, needs comfort.

Time passes slowly after that.

–

When you notice people starting to form from nothing all around you, you know where you have to go. Your dad, that you’ve spent 1 thousand, 8 hundred, and 26 days mourning, has finally come back to you.

The first thing he notices is how you’ve grown. Five years is a long time for the average person, you’re a little taller, grew more muscle, and even hold yourself differently. After the initial shock wears off though, he still sees you as the teenager that he pulled out of the rubble.

Funnily enough, that’s why you don’t talk to your dad anymore.

He couldn’t get past the fact that you willingly are putting yourself in danger. Sure he allowed it when he, Sam, and Joaquin were taking down the flag smashers. But there were three sets of eyes to make sure nothing happened to you! Now you wanted to go off on your own? Where did you even get your intel from? How could he be sure it wasn’t just somebody setting you up?

You distanced yourself when you realized Bucky would never trust you.You get it, really you do. He taught you so many things and helped shape the person that you wanted to be. But it’s not your fault that he disappeared and you didn’t. Maybe it would have been better that way. If you both got blipped then maybe, just maybe, he could really understand that you aren’t a useless child anymore. 

You’ve kept contact with Sam and Joaquin funny enough. When they need someone to snoop where Captain America can’t be seen, they ask you. In turn, when you need intel on something just beyond your reach, you ask them. It's a mutual relationship, a solid, stable one that you’re appreciative of.

They used to try to get you to speak with your dad. He nagged them, which is uncharacteristic for him, the man barely responds to his texts. He made it a point to ask about you in every message, it didn’t matter if he was reaching out just to touch base, asking about a mission, or telling Sam that he was going over to Sarahs for dinner. And while Sam and Joaquin didn’t want to get involved, it was hard not to feel for the guy.

You, however, shut down at any mention of Bucky. At first you’d only go off the map for a couple of days. Then it was a week. Then it was two whole months. After that they decided that it was better not to bring it up. Being able to secretively update Bucky about your whereabouts was a much better option than finding you in an abandoned building someday because of some shitty intel. 

You loved Bucky, in the way that only a child could love a parent. If you hadn’t been prepared from the rejection of your biological parents, you probably would have folded by now. But dealing with them helped you to focus on putting yourself first. If he can’t accept, and love, you for who you are now, then so be it. 

–

It’s a shock when you see your father on the news with the headline reading How will New York welcome the New Avengers? The last you heard was that Sam was putting together a team, and he would be the one taking over the Avengers title. 

Naturally, you call Joaquin. He could give you all the details, without any anger that Sam may or may not have. 

He told you that Sam was unbelievably disappointed in Bucky specifically. How could he, of all people, join a government mandated team? Him, Bucky and Steve, among many others, did not fight the Sokovia Accords, just for Bucky to flip sides. 

Supposedly your dad had called Sam to talk it over, but Sam just retaliated by informing him that he would be copyrighting the Avengers name. Who would have guessed Sam could be that petty. But more importantly, why would your dad rather join a team of ragtag, mismatched, hooligans, instead of Sam’s Avengers? 

Maybe it's time to face the music and get some answers yourself. After booking a flight, and hotel, you pack a small bag and head out. 

After getting to the hotel and freshening up a little bit, you shoot off a text to your dad.

y/n: stopping by

You don’t even make it to the elevator before your phone dings.

Dad: where?

Dad: the tower?

Still a bit salty, you don’t grace him with a response. Maybe you should have though. In your haste, you forgot about the hooligans who also resided in the tower.

“Uh - Is Bucky here?”

“And who are you supposed to be?” Ghost, or Ava you guess since she's not on a mission, is eying you warily.

Instead of backing down you walk more into the common space. Taking it upon yourself to lightly scour the area by moving your head from the right side of the room to the left, almost akin to a lifeguard. “He should be waiting for me.”

Then you spot him, hands around a mug, immersed in his phone. So you start walking in that direction, shouts from behind you about how you ‘can’t be in here,’ and you ‘don’t know how much trouble you’re gonna be in,’. It doesn’t deter you from resting a hand on your fathers non-vibranium arm, and giving it a light squeeze. 

His head whips around, the look of shock adorning his face is new to you. His voice almost seems different when he speaks too, “You - you’re actually here.”

Nodding, you respond, “I am.”

“Can I give you a hug? Would that be alright?”

Bucky sounds nervous. Fearful that you’d reject him. Even if you’re confused by his actions, he’s still your dad. It’s almost non-negotiable that you’d fall into him. He’s cradling your head while embracing you as tight as possible without cutting your airflow or breaking bone, much like Steve did when he originally broke the news that Bucky was gone. The motion makes you tear up again. 

“I’m sorry kid. I know you’re grown now, and there's nothing I can do to change that. It was just hard, y’know?” Bucky’s making you cry for real now, it's a slow stream and instead of stopping and giving you time to collect yourself he keeps going, “We spent everyday together in Wakanda, and I got to see you grow into a different person in real time. After Thanos, it felt like I got put into the wrong universe. There you were, grown, a whole different person. And sure, your fundamentals were the same, but you didn’t need me to protect you anymore and I didn’t know what to do with that.” 

“It wasn’t like that. I still needed, still need, you. I just need you to understand that I won’t sit on the sidelines anymore.” It's unsteady, but you want to make your point, you quiet as you near the end, “If I hadn’t maybe I wouldn’t have lost you.”

Bucky pulls you away then, both to look into your eyes and wipe your tears. “It wasn’t your fault. Don’t ever, even for a second, think that it was.” You’ve got a pout and you nod, trying to accept his statement. Really brand it into your brain, so that you’ll never forget it. 

The problem with Sam can wait. It’s important, and pressing, but for the first time in years you’ve got your dad. You think you’ll extend your hotel stay, really take some time to get to re-know your dad. You’ve both missed a lot, hell he became a congressman since the last time you’ve talked. 

On the other side of the embrace, Bucky couldn’t care less about the team being privy to this situation. He’s a private man, but he’s been waiting years for this moment and he would be damned to the depths of hell before he gave it up. He would explain everything to you, how he was working against Valentina, trying to get her impeached, then he rounded these guys up to testify, but they kept talking about some ‘Bob’ guy, and the ‘Bob’ guy was sweet but he housed a huge problem, and then Valentina made sure to save face by placing them as the New Avengers. 

He would wait though. Anything that happened in your life would be leagues more important than his. Even if it’s just a new coffee order, or that you found out you actually don’t hate string cheese. Suddenly the world was a whole lot brighter, all his stresses were lighter too, just because he finally had his baby back.

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[mercurial-chuckles]

Hi! For your smutty September fest I'd like to request 6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy), and the pairing Steve Rogers x reader, please 🥺

Thank you for sending in the ask 🩷Apologies for how long it took, love!

Pairing: Husband!Steve Rogers x F!Reader Summary: Steve has gone feral, and you are the only one who can calm him. Warnings: Minors DNI | Feral Steve | Slightly dark Steve | Possessive husband Steve | Smut galore | Semi public smut | Stuntish smut | A load of fluff in the end | Language | Lemme know if I'm missing anything. A/N: I've refurbished and rewritten this fic for SMUT-BER FEST | It was originally part of Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 with the prompt: Multiple Orgasms. But this fit perfectly for your ASK. Hope you enjoy it! @nekoannie-chan 🥹🫂✨

Read Berserk Captain Rogers!

PS: I'm whimpering in shame at the filth I've spewed. 🤭

[tea-writes19]

hit single | s.r.

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader

summary: when peter drags steve to a concert, he doesn’t expect to fall for the artist

warnings: popstar!reader, fluff, swearing, not infinity war and endgame compliant, basically they defeated thanos in wakanda, steve being an old man, famous!reader, comedy, suggestive content?, very very minor sambucky, like it’s not explicitly mentioned, but it’s implied

a/n: first steve fic!!! got inspired watching eras tour movie👀 also i really need to get onto those joaquin fics, but i’m just on a roll with the smau’s in my brain rn😩 anyways enjoy lovelies!!

peterparker added to their story —>

[caption: so readddyyyy!!!!]

story replies

nedleeds: sooo exciteddd!!!!

user1: omg you’re at y/n’s concert toooo???!!

user2: so jealous😫

liked by nedleeds, samwilson, mjjones, and others

peterparker: pov: captain america falling in love with y/n l/n

tagged: @/nedleeds @/mjjones @/steverogers @/yourusername

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user3: can’t believe i could’ve met STEVE ROGERS and Y/N tonight😩

nedleeds: best night ever!!!!!!

user4: y/n l/n supremacy🗣️

peterparker: hear hear!

user5: omg i was there too!!!

user6: same!!

user7: literally best night of my life

user8: frfr

mjjones: i think i lost my voice from screaming😩

samwilson: ngl kinda salty i didn’t get asked to be y’all’s chaperone😒

buckybarnes: i thought you said her music is overrated🧐

samwilson: i did not!

samwilson: i said her song ‘wildflower’ is overrated

samwilson: don’t put words in my mouth, cyborg!

user9: lmaooooo

user10: it’s okay, sam! i think wildflower’s overrated too…

yourusername: i’m sorry, WHO was at my WHAT now??!!

peterparker: oh my god

peterparker: i’m freaking out rn

peterparker: i can’t believe you saw this🫣😅

user11: omg omg omg, y/n commented!!!

user12: lowkey need her and cap to meet now…

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yourusername: nyc i love you🤍

ps captain rogers, i am single!

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user13: best night of my life!

user14: i need tickets rn…

user15: not her shooting her shot😭

user16: i love her

user17: she’s just like me fr

peterparker: @/steverogers cap cap cap!!!!!

samwilson: @/steverogers come on man!

user18: @/steverogers captain america please seeeeeeee🙏🙏

buckybarnes: @/steverogers goddamn it punk, look at your phone

steverogers: what?

steverogers: wait…

yourusername: heyyyyyyy👀

user19: 😭😭

user20: PLEASE COME TO IRELAND😩

user21: love the caption😭

user22: i’m dying at the comments😭😭

user23: y/n l/n x avengers collab when👀

user24: LITERALLY

user25: need this so bad

user26: the ao3 girls are working hard on the fics

user27: the steve rogers/y/n l/n tag already has 27 works in it😭

liked by samwilson, steverogers, peterparker, and others

yourusername: until next time nyc🫶🏻🏙️

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user28: PLEASE COME BACK!!!

user29: seeing y/n in the wild was insane!!!

user30: omg lucky😭

user31: who’s in the photo booth w/ you y/n?

user31: WHO’S IN THE FUCKING BOOTH Y/N???

user32: ^^^

user34: tell us y/n!

steverogers: i’ll have to show you brooklyn next time…

yourusername: yes please!

user35: HELLO?!?

user36: wait wait wait

user37: *sighs and opens ao3 again*

user38: lmaooo real

user39: ima bout to crash out if they don’t get together😤

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[caption: tour shenanigans]

story replies

user40: boston n2 let’s go🥳🥳

user41: so can’t wait😩

user42: i’m so ready!!

user43: me when i don’t want to get out of bed to grab something core

user44 added to their story —>

[caption: steve rogers sighting at y/n’s show tn!!!]

story replies

user45: oh my god!!!

user46: holy shit holy shit holy—

user47: eeeeeeekkkk i’m so happy rn🥹🥹

user48: fav ship everrrrrrrrr

user49: that man is so in love😩

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yourusername: boston you are awesome!

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user50: omg is that cap!?

peterparker: can’t believe you played ‘daisy rain’ for boston but not nyc😒

yourusername: i’ll play it just for you another time✊😔

user51: love that she’s friends with peter now😭

user52: y/n out here collecting the avengers like infinity stones

user53: thanos is scared of her😔

user54: FOUL😭😭

user55: why’s my wife so talented😩

user56: hoe wdym? that’s my wife🤨

yourusername: calm down babes…i got two hands

steverogers: 🧐

user57: ahhhhhhhhhh

buckybarnes: i taught him how to use emojis!

samwilson: yeah…after I taught YOU how to use them😒

buckybarnes: semantics

samwilson: i hate you

buckybarnes: the feeling’s mutual

natasharomanoff: they’re literally cuddling on the couch rn…

user58: 😭😭

user59: i think i saw god tonight…

user60: alexa play ‘god is a woman’ by ariana grande

user61: ^^^

user62: not nearly enough people are freaking out over CAPTAIN AMERICA being in y/n’s post…

user63: FR they are so dating

user63: i’m calling it now

liked by yourusername, natasharomanoff, buckybarnes, and others

steverogers: brooklyn with my favorite girl🤍

tagged: @/yourusername

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user64: YOUR girl?!?

samwilson: i’m your favorite boy right?

buckybarnes: i’m right here…

user65: 😭😭

yourusername: sam might not be my favorite boy, but you certainly are🫶🏻

steverogers: you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?

yourusername: you know me so well☺️

user66: MOM HAS A NEW BF🥹

user67: literally so happy rn for her

user68: we got literal captain america as our stepdad🥹😭

user69: omg omg omg

user70: HIS FAVORITE GIRL EVERYBODY😩🥹

peterparker: and matchmaker of the year goes to…

mjjones: matchmakers*

nedleeds: ^^^

natasharomanoff: is your girl single?

steverogers: don’t even think about it nat

samwilson: am i at least your favorite black person?

samwilson: steve

samwilson: STEVE PLEASE

user71: i can’t-

user72: sam’s having an existential crisis over here😭

buckybarnes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/howling_commandos/gabe_jones

liked by peterparker, steverogers, samwilson, and others

yourusername: happy🫶🏻☺️

tagged: @/steverogers

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user73: eeeeekkkk so happy rn

user74: mother when she mothers😩

steverogers: beyond happy with you🤍

yourusername: stop you’re making me blush🤭

samwilson: listen

samwilson: @/yourusername please tell me i’m your favorite black person

yourusername: you’re my favorite bird

samwilson: i’ll fucking take it

user75: SAM😭😭

user76: is this what a parasocial relationship feels like🥹

user77: so so so happy for you y/n!

user78: so ready for all the songs abt cap

user79: OMG YES

buckybarnes: they already have one: spotify

user80: OMG😭

user81: this comment section is a mess😭

peterparker: free tickets when?

yourusername: free spidey suit when?

peterparker: touche

© tea-writes19 do not repost, translate, or copy

[ninus9607]

❝𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

𝟦. 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

Pairing(s): Marvel Characters x Female! reader

Word count: 0.3k

Warning: nothing

tags l content: fluff

AN: I hope you like it.... please forgive me for every mistake!! English is not my first language!

Steve Rogers / Captain America

- Steve loves to kiss you on the forehead - He wants to hold you forever ❤️

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Tony Stark / Iron Man

- Tony loves the way you smell - He might bite you😈 ─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

- Aw, Bucky... All he wants is to hold you - His metal hand is the best tool for cuddles 😘 ─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Loki / God of Mischief

- Loki seems to be cold-hearted, but you're his soft spot. - He loves to read with you while you lie in his arms. ❤️‍🩹 ─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

- Natasha likes to wrap her arms around your body to make you feel safe. - Sometimes her hands get lost somewhere 😏

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Wanda Maximoff/ Scarlet Witch

- This gif is wanda

- Wanda loves your laugh, and she loves to kiss your lips. 😘 - also she wants to touch you all the time🫶

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Agatha Harkness

- Agatha needs your attention or she will go crazy!! - She loves to look into your eyes 🥰

AN: Hey, loves! I hope you like it as much as I do! Probably the next chapter will be some headcannon! PS: I love you all! XX

[viennafantasies]

𝜗𝜚- Character's I write for

Outer Banks: jj maybank, rafe cameron, john b routledge

The Vampire Diaries: damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, klaus mikaelson, kai parker, kol mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, jeremy gilbert, enzo st john

Pretty Little Liars: toby cavanaugh, caleb rivers, Jason dilaurentis

Glee: santana lopez & sam evans

Once Upon A Time: killian jones & peter pan

Brooklyn Nine Nine: jake peralta

Gossip Girl: chuck bass & nate archibald (for now)

Riverdale: archie andrews & jughead jones

The Office: luke cooper & jim halpert

Stranger Things: steve harrington & billy hargrove

Cobra Kai: miguel diaz, robbie keene & hawk aka: eli horowitz

The X Files: fox mulder

American Horror Story: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer

Pen15: dustin long, brandt

Outnumbered: jake

Marvel: loki laufeyson, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker

DC: bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, joker

Hunger Games: finnick odair & peter malarky, ps. I haven't done cornelius bc I haven't watched the new movie :)

Harry Potter: ron weasley, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, theodore nott, lucian bole, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black

Note: Let me know if you want any poly, my requests will be open by tomorrow. You can request whatever you want but it has to be x reader. I don't mind writing anything but be careful with warnings. I hope you have a great day!! mwah :) ps. tell me if you want fluff, smut or angst. I don't know how to do smut that well but I will try!

cba to do tags

still did it ...

[sstan-hoe]

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

you are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume, therefore it is not my problem if you find something you don't like. This blog is 18+.

you do not have permission to copy, translate or post my writing on any other website. I do not own the rights to the character, this is for entertainment purposes only!

⍣ ೋ TAGS | BLOGS | WEBSITE | AO3 |WATTPAD | WIPs | IDEA DUMP

latest works:

Needing to Move on — ex!steve rogers • standalone • angst

Hearts on the Line — mob!bucky barnes • part three • series • 'it was all a bet' trope

Hearts on the Line — mob!bucky barnes • part two • series • 'it was all a bet' trope

Hearts on the Line — mob!bucky barnes • part one • series • 'it was all a bet' trope

An Interview to Remember — congressman!bucky • standalone • slight power imbalance • smut

Keep Your End of the Bargain — demon!bucky barnes • standalone • secret affair • darkish • smut

bucky barnes collection

steve rogers collection

joel miller collection

The Devils Den — multiple!incubus x one!reader • smut • chris and sebastian characters

𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖞𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Summer Night City — assassin!reader • enemies

Everything for You Sunshine — established relationship • soft!lloyd • drabble

Little Slut — pornstar au • enemies to lovers • drabble

My Bestfriends Dad is the One — bfd!lloyd

Lights, Camera, Action! —pornstar!lloyd hansen • pornstar!reader • enemies to lovers

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 - lloyd comforting you and some other stuff — DELETE

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖮𝗇 𝖬𝖾 - Lloyd also has a gentle side and only if the reader is near him. Lloyd wants to kill/hurt a man in front of a child. The reader tells him that he should not do it - and what the reader says is law. — DELETE

series

They Changed Me Forever — mob!andy + mob!lloyd • both are obsessed with reader • poly!relationship

𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He shouldn't Love Her — criminal!reader • darkish

Pay Back is a Bitch isn't? — ps!reader • cheating

Sex on Legs — bfd!andy barber • smut

Happy Birthday — h!andy + hbf!bucky • threesome

New Louboutins — husband!andy barber • smut

A Secret Held and Kept — pornstar!ceo!andy • potentially a series • open ending • love at first sight

series

They Changed Me Forever — mob!andy + mob!lloyd • both are obsessed with reader • poly!relationship

𝖆𝖗𝖎 𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Friends...how does that Work? — pornstar!ari • pornstar!reader • friends to lovers

Grocery Shopping — established relationship • drabble

smutty drabble

𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖕 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Stockholm Syndrom — smut • darkish

𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Changing Room Classic — mob!nick | one-shot | smut

*aemond targaryen can be found under the following tags: #my one eyed prince / #aemond targaryen x reader — or through the navigation on @aphroditessaturn

[venusbyline]

Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

[irislirios]

fave fanfics

just a lil collection of my fave fics! amazing writers with amazing works!! will update as soon as i find more faves! ps: some of these works are +18!

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner x reader

beneath the ice by @hoe4hotchner

choiceless hope by @hotchfiles

darling, in any life by @hotchfiles

help me hold onto you by @hotchfiles

how far we’ve come by @14buddy22

in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti by @hotchfiles

lingerie by @hoe4hotchner

bau x reader

out of time | part 2 | part 3 by @freckles-things

jemily x reader

missed game by @elizabethsnuts

luke alvez x reader

what's the fascination? by @etclouie

spencer reid x reader

as time goes by by @parfaitblogs

talk some sense to me | part 2 by @sinfulspencer

tempting the cowboy by @incognit0slut

trouble almost all my life by @januaryembrs

twisted by @dreamwritesimagines

wavelength by @pathologicalreid

FAST & FURIOUS

dante reyes x reader

lavender love by @missjadesfics

MARVEL

bucky barnes x reader

a touch of comfort by @fanficimagery

pick me by @buckyalpine

to have & to hold by @slyyywriting

namor x reader

doctor by @acciopietro

natasha romanoff x reader

underestimated butterfly by @canumoveurseatup-no

peter parker x reader

alone by @strangermarvelss

steve rogers x reader

halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats by @witchywithwhiskey

stony x reader

secret by @sinner-as-saint

stucky x reader

big boys by @lostalioth

protect and forget by @myfictionaldreams

tony stark x reader

How long have you wanted this? by @empresskylo

(un)broken by @abrunettefangirlnerd

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

andy barber & ari levinson & ransom drysdale & nick fowler & steve kemp x female reader

giving your body and soul to the warlocks by @witchywithwhiskey

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson x reader

private viewing by @lokis-army-77

THE GRAY MAN

lloyd hansen x reader

3 billion divorce by @deliciousangelfestival

THE RED SEA DIVING RESORT

ari levinson x reader

who loves you by @sweetsbfreex

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

elijah mikaelson x reader

the mikaelson update by @fanficimagery

klaus mikaelson x reader

entirety of eternity by @aklaustaleteller

multiple characters

kinktober {day seven} by @wholoveseggs

[deliciousangelfestival]

You can totally ignore my idea lol but what about a fluffy/angsty fic about Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes being turned into a baby/toddler by Tony on accident. But because they are babies they just want to be around and held by “Y/N” and get mad or throw a cute tantrum from lack of attention or if someone tries to hit on their “Y/N”. You can ignore this if it sounds idk weird or dumb lol but I thought it would be cute like they can’t hold back there affection for them while in baby form and when they turn back they are like well shit.. lmao

(PS: the fanart here is from Alexa_520 on Twitter I’m not sure if she has a tumblr but in case you or anyone wants to see it for yourself)

This is so cute!!!

Thank you for the idea. Here it goes. The story has little angst a bit. 

Zero Crush.

Summary: Y/N was on her way to go out for her day off. However, her plan got interrupted because the AI told her something at the lab. You almost lose your mind seeing both of your bosses turn into babies. 

And now, she has to watch them. Y/N is okay with kids, but the problem is she has a little crush towards Captain America and The Winter Soldier. 

Character: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader

Warning: If you squint a bit, there’s a little angst. 

Main Masterlist || Buy me Ko-fi please 🥹

Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

It's been a long time for Steve and Bucky to cry, even for crying their heart out to release all their feelings through tears. 

“Waaaaa!”

“Aah…Ahh!”

The rest of the Avengers rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe the strongest soldiers standing tall before, were shorter than them.

Steve and Bucky have turned into babies. They were standing too close to Tony and Bruce's new invention. 

The high IQ bros try to copy the Pym-particles to shrink and increase an object.

"What kind of machine is that, Tony?!" Natasha pushed Tony away while he was still in shock. 

"I'm trying to make a quantum machine like Ant-man. Look, it works!!! The box got small.” Tony pointed at the test object.

"Yeah, it’s obvious the zone needs to get fixed." Natasha carried Bucky to her arm. At the same time, Steve was taken by Clint. Steve wants to push Clint away because he stinks. 

Bucky did the same towards Natasha; her perfume was too strong. Natasha couldn't help it since she just returned from her mission, and Clint was training when Tony called him.

Tony shook his head. "If Steve and Bucky didn't stand near the test object, they wouldn't get transformed." 

Natasha wants to punch him. "You..!!"

All the adults are pointing at each other. At the same time, Steve and Bucky were confused. Since they're shorter than everyone and the mood in the room doesn't feel good, it makes them uncomfortable.

"Uuh…"

All of them stop arguing because they suddenly hear a sobbing voice.

"Hey, guys? Is everything alright?" You were preparing to go out since today is your day off. Before putting on sunscreen, F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you that something happened at the lab.

Nobody answered you, but from their face, you could say they were nervous.

Then you saw that Natasha and Clint have a baby in their arms. 

"Ooh, so cute. Clint, you have a twin? Congrats." You know Clint is a family man, but it’s new for him to bring his kids to the headquarters. 

Clint chuckled. "Y/N, you don't recognise him?"

"Huh?" 

After he said that, you did notice something that felt familiar, but you can tell what it was. Blond hair, blue eyes, straight nose. Then you turn to Natasha. The baby has black hair and vibranium arms. 

You gasped, “Oh my god!”

"Yaa! Yaa!" Steve stretched his short arms towards you. Clint gently put Steve on your arm. 

“Why did you give him to me?” You nervously hold Steve. Even though he’s a baby now, he is still your boss. You turned to Tony. "You better fix this!!"

"On it."

Bucky saw Steve get carried by you. And he wants it, too. "Ahh…" He pulled Natasha's shirt and pointed at you. 

"Even in baby form, you can't be separated from your best friend?"

After everyone stops panicking, Tony wears his Iron suit and buys kid's clothes; perhaps he wants to run away. Bruce is fixing the machine, Clint went home to get toys for Steve and Bucky, and Natasha is helping you. 

But you know Natasha just returned after a 3-month mission, and from her eyes, you could see she's damn tired. So you told her to rest. 

In the end, there are two babies in your arms. You learn that Steve and Bucky are two years old and can walk alone. 

You put them on the couch while you went to the fridge to make warm milk for them. You're not nervous taking care of little kids since you always cared for nieces and nephews before being accepted as a SHIELD agent.

But you’re nervous since you have a little crush towards your idols. 

You're relieved to see milk inside the fridge. When you turn around to search for a pan, you're shocked not to see the two babies on the sofa.

Where are they?

Then you feel someone is watching you. You looked and saw Steve and Bucky looking at you. 

You lean down and speak softly towards them, "I'm making warm milk for you both. Do you want some?"

Steve and Bucky nodded at the same time. With their fluffy cheeks and small body-like dumplings, you wouldn't believe they're the same boss who is deadly and righteous at the same time. You patted their head gently. 

When the milk has warmed up, you give it to both. Steve and Bucky drink the warm milk. They widened their eyes when they tasted it. It's delicious. 

In their eyes, you're the person they could look up to. You never raised your voice, and you gave them a delicious drink. 

Is this what it feels like to have a big sister? 

After 30 minutes, Tony returned with shopping bags from the kid's store. 

"Give me the clothes. It needs to be cleaned first before they wear it." You received the bag from Tony. You look inside the bag and see there are pyjamas too. 

"I'm going to the laundry room. Could you watch them for a while?"

"Sure."

Steve and Bucky didn't want to be left alone with Tony. Their short legs immediately run after you. Then, each of them hugs each of your legs.

Your body froze. You looked down at the little boys who held your legs, their two big eyes looking at you intensely. 

You knew they didn't want to be left alone at this moment. "Umm, Tony, could you do the dirty laundry instead?"

Tony nodded his head. "Yup, the message is clear: both hate me." 

Since then, both Steve and Bucky have followed you everywhere. They helped you when you made lunch. They wash all the veggies. 

You chuckled, even though they turn into kids, they are always helping. 

But no matter what, they're just a kid who needs attention. You learned that when eating together with them. 

When you help to feed Bucky because of his metal arm, it doesn't seem like he can control his body. 

Steve doesn't like to see Bucky get all your attention. He starts to make a noise and drops his spoon. "Ah..ahhh..."

Because of that, you feed them in turns. 

And before they go to sleep, you want to read a bedtime story. You thought this would be easy since they didn't take a nap. 

You were wrong. First, it was Steve's book choice; then, it was Bucky's. You should've said only one story but couldn't say no to them.

When they fell asleep, you slowly went out of the room. Finally, you could breathe. Even though you like kids, it takes time and energy. 

But at least because of this, your secret crush towards your bosses is gone. Like 50% gone. 

Before you join the Avengers, your HR has told you to keep everything professional. It's impossible not to like Captain America and The Winter Soldier.

At first, you saw them cute. But because their crying and whining hurt your eardrum, it shattered their perfect image in your brain. 

You don't think you could wait for another day. You could handle terrorists, pirates, and aliens, but not kids. You wish Tony and Bruce could finish the machine quickly.

It took three days to fix the machine. When Steve and Bucky return to their old self, they fall asleep to get checked first. After two hours, they finally woke up and searched for you. 

"Ooh, you're looking for Y/N? I gave her a week off after caring for both of you."

Yes, you do. When Bruce said the machine worked fine without side effects, you immediately left the building and went to a bar. 

At the bar, you gulped the second glass of beer. You sighed heavily since you realised you needed the strongest alcohol to erase the image from your mind of baby Steve Rogers and baby Bucky Barnes when they're crying, nagging and pulling your hair. 

Their perfect image in your mind has been destroyed.

Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

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Philophobia (Part 8)

Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Reader

Chapter Summary: The four of you follow Sharon to her place and you have a conversation with Joaquin, Nagel meets his end and you are rocked by an explosion.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Slight Fluff, Revisiting Past, Mentions of Depression and Phobias, Isolation, Loneliness, Funeral, Guns/Bullets, Alcohol, Injuries, Concussion, Bruises, Explosion, Joaquin loves Reader so much, Steve Rogers Hate- click off if you’re not interested in that, that’s all I think!

AN: had to change the chronology of the episode to fit the story better, hope you all understand!

Ps: I am NOT a medical expert or a medical student. Apologies for any medical inaccuracies.

Turns out, you had underestimated Sharon’s ‘place’.

She was an exhibitor now and her flat was right above the exhibition hall. Your eyes widened as you took in all the expensive paintings. They were all real.

“Holy shit”, you whispered and Bucky’s mouth fell open slightly.

Sam scoffed and addressed Sharon, “Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well.”

Sharon smirked, “I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I’ll get for a real Monet?”

“Deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets”, Sam quipped and you whipped your head to look at him in shock.

“No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet, Van Gogh. Classics”, Bucky informed Sam and he looked surprised, you nodded your head and confirmed that whatever Bucky was saying, is the truth.

“It’s true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this”, you added and Sharon threw a smug smile over her shoulder at you, “Can definitely trust a Stark on that.”

Sam scoffed lightly, “Okay, guys, I see what you’re doing. You’re more worldly than good old Sam”, while searching it up on his phone.

Bucky stood next to him, peering over his shoulder in his phone, “Yeah. What’s Google say?”

You folded your lips to stop the smile from taking over your face.

Sam looked at his screen and his mouth fell open in disbelief, “No shit”, he murmured. You giggled lowly and nudged Sam.

“You guys need to change. I’m hosting clients in an hour”, Sharon instructed and went upstairs, Zemo following her after finishing his little tour around the exhibit.

“You okay, kid? Didn’t get hurt or anythin’?”, Sam asked you in concern, keeping a close eye on you, understanding that a mission must’ve been daunting for you after a year of not doing any of them. Bucky gave you the same concerned father look.

You pursed your lips and nodded, “Yeah. I’m good. Don’t worry.”

You’re not about to trauma dump on them about how nervous you were, how much you hated that you didn’t have your suit or the necklace that your dad made for you in case of emergency right now.

Sam gave you a one-over before nodding at you, trusting your words and the three of you quietly made your way upstairs.

-

Sharon had given all of you clothes to wear, and you were shocked at her collection. She had all the luxury brands and latest fashion for everyone. She’d picked out a beautiful, classy outfit for you—it was similar to what Zemo had given you but with a maroon turtle neck, black wide-legged pants, black heeled shoes and a deep-maroon leather trench coat, in case you had to step out. You felt sharp and comfortable, exactly how you liked your outfits to feel.

After cleaning up and setting your hair, you just stared at your reflection in the mirror. The last time you had dressed up so well, was for your father’s funeral—the thought leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. It was so fucked up that you had to be presentable during a fucking funeral. All you wanted to do, was wrap yourself in your dad’s jacket and t shirts and sleep the entire day away. The jackets and t shirts that lingered with the smell of his clean cologne and aftershave.

“Honey, please. We have to-”

“I’m not wearing that. Please, leave me alone”, you snapped at Pepper and she sighed, a helpless tear slipping from her eye before Rhodey gently asked her to step away, assuring her that he’d handle this.

You were lying on your bed with your back to the door. The surface of the pillow underneath your cheek was damp and hot from the constant stream of tears falling down your face, arms tightly wrapped around your body and your nose buried in the sweater that he had worn while making the gauntlet. The very gauntlet that cost him his life. There was a wet patch on it, from the tears falling off the bridge of your nose, but all that mattered was that it still smelled like him.

Like Tony Stark. Like your dad.

You felt the bed dip next to you and a heavy, yet caring, hand landed on your shoulder. You recognised it right away. It was your Uncle Rhodey.

“Sweetheart…c’mon. We’re all waiting for you. He’s waiting for you”, his solemn voice rang out in your still room. You looked so small, curled up into a ball and sobbing like a child, that he felt like you were 10 years old again, his heart clenching in pain at the thought.

Your body shuddered as you took in a breath, shaking your head in denial and cuddled deeper into the soft fabric of the sweater, eyes brimming with a fresh wave of tears.

“Kid, c’mon. You can carry the sweater with you, I promise. You- we gotta do this, alright? And we can’t do this without you. He’d curse us if we did that”, Rhodey joked lightly with a wobbly voice, feeling his own eyes burn with tears.

You let out a soft cry, “I-I want him back, Rhodey. I-I’m..I can’t do this.. I can’t… I can’t-”

“(Name)?”

A voiced snapped you out of the memory and you jumped, looking at your damp face in the mirror.

“(Name)?”, Sharon’s voice called out again.

“Uh-”, you attempted to clear your throat and took a deep breath in to calm down, “Y-Yeah?”

“Are you done? We’re leaving in five.”

You shut your eyes tightly and leaned against the sink, your arms supporting your weight, taking a deep breath in to calm your shaky voice, “Uh- Yeah. I’ll be there. Give me a moment.”

You heard her faint ‘alright’ and you looked up, your face a damp and wet mess with all the crying. Letting out a tired sigh, you grab some tissues from underneath the sink and dab your face, getting rid of any evidence that you had cried and shoved back the painful memory into the deep recesses of your mind.

Now, you just prayed that Bucky or Sam’s sneaky and hyper vigilant asses didn’t catch the changes in you.

-

You stepped out of the bathroom and joined the rest in the seating area. Bucky was wearing an all black outfit as usual— black pants, black t shirt and a black blazer, Sam in an olive green turtleneck, brown leather jacket and black pants and Zemo in a black turtleneck and pants with his ridiculous furred-hoodie-coat on top.

This was your first time seeing Bucky in something so fancy and Sam in something so stylish, you threw an appreciative look at them. They looked really good and sharp.

“Look at you guys! Ready to party, huh?”, teasing them lightly, you flashed them a sincere smile.

Bucky lifted the corner of his mouth in a half hearted smile and Sam smugly crossed his arms, flexing his arms in exaggeration.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Stark”, Sam complimented you and you did a little pose to humour him. Sam let out a chuckle and clapped his hand on your shoulder. Bucky, on the other hand, stared at you intensely.

“What took you so long?”, he asked.

You paused and your smile slowly faltered.

“Yeah actually, I was wonderin’ the same”, Sam asked in a curious tone.

You swallowed and let out a nervous chuckle, “Uh-I-I couldn’t find my hairbrush”, and cursed inwardly for stammering through the sentence.

The two of them stared you down suspiciously and exchanged a look with each other. You shuffled on your feet under their scrutiny when Sharon announced that you had to go downstairs now. Letting out a sigh of relief, you gave them a tight lipped smile and told them you’d wait by the bar counter and swiftly exited the room.

“So…it wasn’t just a hairbrush, right?”, Sam asked Bucky and he nodded in agreement.

“Definitely not. Their face was damp and eyes were red.”

Sam hummed thoughtfully, “Just be…gentle and careful if you end up asking them about it, yeah?”

Bucky nodded once again and the two of them headed out.

-

Nursing a glass of coca-cola in your hand, you leaned your weight against the counter and lazily observed the club around you. The loud music was kind of overstimulating but you had managed to zone out, your mind wandering in places it shouldn’t have when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

Joaquin was calling you. You nearly choked on your drink before calming down and tucking yourself against a quiet corner. Taking a few breaths in, you finally received the call.

“‘Sup, Midnight”, Joaquin answered coolly.

You straightened up. He had called you by your…superhero name. You cringed at that because you were no superhero or whatever. But you didn’t correct him because…it sounded really good coming from him.

“Hey, Flyboy”, you sighed into the speaker.

“So…I heard you guys are partying right now?”

You scoffed, “Less partying, more keeping an eye out for a certain doctor who remade the serum.”

Joaquin whistled lowly, “Damn. How’s Madripoor treating you?”

“It’s trashy, smelly, shady and boring”, you deadpanned.

Joaquin let out a chuckle. You smiled at that.

“Atleast you don’t have to wear a green, thick, army uniform and go on recon in the heat”, he groaned.

You chuckled and it was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again, “Um..”, he hesitated, letting out a breath, “A-Are you okay?”

Your heart soared. Was that the reason why he called you? He wanted to check in on you?

Your voice softened, “Yeah. I’m okay, Quino. Not even a scratch.”

You heard the way he inhaled deeply, “That’s good. That’s really good. So…are we still on for that date?”, he asked shyly, his voice toned down.

You bit the inside of your cheek in nervousness. The fact that you had agreed to a date was still scary and you could practically feel your brain screaming at you to cancel it right away. But your poor heart was already in Joaquin’s gentle hands.

You cleared your throat before quietly replying, “..Yes. It’s still on, flyboy.”

You heard a small ‘yes!’ on the phone and smiled in disbelief. He was such a silly man.

“Okay! Okay, great, great, great. Uh- just- come back safely, okay? I’ll be waiting for you”, he replied, excitement and fondness bleeding into his voice.

You bit your lower lip to suppress the wide smile threatening to take over your face and that’s when your eyes fell on Sam and Bucky standing by the counter.

“Joaquin, I really have to go. Work calls. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah, of course. Bye, (Nickname).”

You smiled bashfully, “Bye, Quino.”

After ending your call you made your way back to the counter and on your way you saw Zemo dancing in the crowd. You made a face and shivered before approaching the two men.

“Did you guys see Zemo dancing?”, you grimaced.

“Unfortunately”, Bucky quipped and you and Sam let out a snort.

“Hey guys, I found him”, Sharon informed you in the ear piece and the three of you exchanged a look before stepping outside.

“Where were you?”, Sam asked you.

You lied through your teeth, “The music was too loud. Needed some air”, and shrugged casually.

Bucky side eyed you, nudging Sam with his arm.

“Okay…you sure you’re alright?”, Sam asked you with a concerned look on his face.

You gave him a tentative smile. The two of them were worried for you and you understood that. You just didn’t know if you could handle another breakdown without sabotaging the whole mission and that would send you into an even bigger spiral of endless guilt.

“Yeah, I’m okay, guys. I-I promise I’ll tell you if I need some time out”, you reassured them and Sam looped an arm around you in comfort.

You caught Bucky’s eye and he flashed you a small smile, letting you know that both of them had your back and you felt your throat close up again.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind—you regarded Sam and Bucky as your family now. You felt taken care of, protected and wanted by them. This is what you’d been missing for the past one year. And you got it back. You got your family back.

You just gave Bucky a wet smile before sniffling and grabbed Sam’s hand that was around your shoulder.

-

“Madripoor could give New York a run for its money. They know how to party”, Sam quipped and you scoffed.

The five of you were in a dockyard, and apparently, Nagel’s lab was inside one of those containers. This whole situation was sketchy and you, for some reason, couldn’t help but feel a sense of impending doom in the bottom of your stomach. And because of that, you had forgone your trench coat, feeling like it was going to suffocate you and hinder your movement.

Sharon separated from the five of you, keeping a watch on any intruders, while the four of you looked out for the container Nagel was in, based on Sharon’s instructions.

“With that bounty on your head, the longer you’re in Madripoor, the less likely you’re ever leaving. All right. He’s in there. Container four-two-six-one. I’ll watch while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We’re on borrowed time”, she instructed in your ear pieces.

Eventually you did end up finding the container. It was empty and after trying to locate any kind of opening to a room that resembles a lab in it, all of you were almost sure, that this was a trap.

“Hey, Sharon. You sure this is the right one? It’s completely empty.”

“Positive. It has be”, Sharon’s voice came in the comm.

You furrowed your eyebrows and leaned closer to a gap in the walls of the container.

“Guys”, you called out for them to observe it.

Bucky pried open the crack with ease and the four of you stepped inside a room that was definitely a lab. Bathed in blue light, several lab apparatus and work tables lined up, high tech machinery, test tubes—it was a proper lab with Mel Tormé’s Comin’ Home Baby bursting through the speakers.

There, in the middle of the room, was a work station with a man sitting by it, his back to the door. He didn’t sense any of you come in so you tip toed your way across the room, Bucky leaning against one of the shelves, you next to him, Zemo, was eerily quiet and chose to lurk behind while Sam was approaching the man.

“Dr. Nagel?”

The man turned around and gasped loudly. He was very shabby-looking. Messy curls, dark eye bags, lanky, his eyes blown wide and a tremor to his hands.

“Who are you? What do you want?”, Nagel asked in alarm.

“We know you created the super-soldier serum”, Bucky stated lazily, his whole stance unbothered, as if he couldn’t believe that all of you were wasting time on this meek, distracted man.

“Get out of my lab”, Nagel spit out and tried to leave when Sam stopped him.

“Hey!”, then he pointed at Zemo, “You know who he is, right? This is Baron Zemo. I know you’ve heard of him, too, right? You seem like a pretty smart guy. So you better become conversational real quick”, Sam tried to reason, in an attempt to get Nagel to confess.

Nagel sweeped his eyes across your group and you could see the gears turning around in his head.

“How about a counter proposal? Make me a better offer and I’ll talk”, he bargained, a weird look on his face.

You exchanged glances with Bucky when Sharon chimed in through the ear piece.

“Guys, we have company.”

And you heard some grunts before she continued, “Every bounty hunter in the city is here. We gotta go!”, her voice rushed and breathless.

Bucky clenched his jaw and cocked his gun. Nagel took notice of it and his eyes widened.

“Okay! Okay..”, he placated and Bucky pulled his gun back. Nagel sat down on his chair and addressed you all.

“I was brought into HYDRA’s Winter Soldier program to pick up their work after the five failed test subjects in Siberia. When HYDRA fell, I was recruited by the CIA. They had blood samples from an American test subject with semi-stable traces of serum in his system. After much labor, I was able to isolate the necessary compounds in his blood. I was a god. I did what no other scientist since Erskine was able to do. But mine was going to be different. No clunky machines or jacked up bodies. Mine was going to be subtle, optimized, perfect.”

You furrowed your brows. All this and nobody knew what happened?

“How have we never heard about this?”

Nagel looked at you, a thin smile pulling at his lips, “Because… Before I was able to complete my work, I turned to dust. Then when I returned, it was five years later, program had been abandoned, so I came here. The Power Broker was more than happy to fund the recreation of my work.”

“How many vials did you make?”, Sam asked.

“Twenty. Karli Morgenthau stole those, so… I can only imagine what the Power Broker has planned for that poor girl”, he admitted in his breathy, nonchalant voice.

“Well, what happened to her?”, Sam asked hurriedly.

Nagel shrugged and replied coolly, “Not my pig. Not my farm.”

You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips in irritation, “Well, is there any serum in this lab?”

“No.”

You groaned, “Now what?”

Sharon’s breathless voice chimed in again, multiple grunts and gunshots going off around her. “Guys we’re seriously out of time here!”

Before any of you could react, a gunshot went off and you saw Nagel crash to the floor, a bullet lodged straight into the middle of his forehead.

Your eyes widened and Sam and Bucky whipped around to see Zemo standing there with his gun raised.

“No! What did you do?”, Sam asked Zemo in distress and shock.

You snapped out of your shocked trance when you heard a faint ‘tick tick’.

“Guys. Do you hear that?”, you asked them in alarm, the sound eerily similar to a ticking bomb.

And before any of you had a chance to move, there was a huge blast in the lab, followed by a fire that licked your skin in hot tendrils, and the blast broke down the wall, throwing the four of you outside.

You landed on your back, hitting your head against the concrete harshly and your lungs closing up in suffocation from the smoke and pain from the bruises. There were several cuts on your arms, likely from the glasses that were broken due to the blast.

You gasped, hands supporting your head and breath hitching from the effort to avoid hurting your ribs anymore. Your body curled around yourself in pain, tiny whimpers leaving your mouth and eyes brimming with tears. Somebody was saying something, the sound muffled in your ears because of the ringing in them.

“(Name)! Look at me, hey. Kid, c’mon-”, gentle yet strong hands carefully removed yours from your head and lifted you slightly to rest it on a balled up fabric.

You tried to open your bleary eyes, face scrunched in pain and discomfort. All you saw were stars behind your closed eyelids.

“Anybody see Zemo?”

“Nah. (Name), look at me”, hands patted your cheeks and tried to wake you up.

“Are they okay?”, another concerned voice asked, their hands pushing the hair back from your sweaty forehead.

You whimpered and managed to open your eyes, Sam and Bucky’s blurry figures looming over you.

“I-it hurts”, you whispered and blinked your eyes rapidly to get rid of the fog. Sam placed his fingers below your eyes, trying to peer into your unfocused eyes.

“Shit. I think they’re concussed”, Sam declared in concern, his eyes darting between your face and Bucky.

“Try to keep ‘em awake. I’ll handle the situation outside, yeah?”, Bucky instructed Sam and patted his back, before leaving you and Sam in the container.

“Kid? Hey, open your eyes for me. C’mon…”, Sam kept patting your cheeks lightly and you finally opened them, wincing before squinting them to look at Sam’s distressed face.

“Hey, hey.. you’re okay. Move your eyes along my finger, alright?”, he gently instructed and you let out a low hum.

Sam moved his pointer finger from side to side and your tired eyes followed it, although you kept wincing in pain every now and then.

Satisfied with his examination, Sam lowered his finger, “Alright, it’s not that bad of an injury. Just got your bell rung a lil’ too hard. What else hurts, sweetheart?”, he asked softly, trying not to trigger a headache by talking too loudly.

You groaned, “M-my..my ribs…I think…they’re bruised..”

“Is it okay if I check?”, Sam asked your permission and you nodded. He gently lifted your turtleneck and exposed your torso. Sam let out a sigh and furrowed his brows. Your torso was decorated with black and blue splotches, your stomach heaving harshly because of the pain around the area. He then lightly picked up your arms to take in the various cuts on them, all of them irritated and red.

“Yep, ribs are bruised. I’ll carry you, okay? Just sit up for sometime to get rid of the disorientation, Hm?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Sam carefully helped you sit up halfway through, supporting your head in his hands to avoid jostling you around too much. You let out pained whimpers and Sam kept apologising, your eyes squinting in discomfort.

“How’s it goin’?”, Bucky’s voice rang out in the empty container and he crouched next to you, taking in your exhausted body.

“The concussion is mild but…their torso…most likely the ribs are bruised. And the cuts on the arms…”, Sam mumbled.

Bucky let out a breath and ducked his head, face shifting in guilt.

“Let’s go. We’ll treat ‘em in the plane”, he murmured and Sam nodded before moving to pick you up in his arms.

After many cries of pain and Sam struggling to find a proper way to pick you up without hurting you any further, he finally managed to find a way and carried you out of the container, Bucky leading the way. You leaned your head against his shoulder, his jacket thrown around your head to avoid the light agitating you further.

You could faintly hear Sharon asking if you’re okay, but after that everything was a blur.

-

Sam laid you down on the pull-out bed in the plane and put five ice packs on your body— one below your head and four on your torso. He had bandaged your cuts tentatively, promising you that he’ll find some meds once you land. You kept drowsing in and out of an exhausted and restless nap, your body finally relaxing from the cool effect of the ice packs. Everything else around you was a blur, sounds were muffled as you were trapped in a limbo of passing out and stay awake.

Sam and Bucky sat opposite to you, Bucky meticulously cleaning his vibranium arm, a permanent frown etched on his face while Sam was taking to Joaquin on the phone.

“—Donya Madani. She’s a refugee, yeah.”

“Okay, I’m on it”, came Joaquin’s instant reply.

“Okay, call me if you get a hit.”

“Will do”, he reassured Sam.

“Thanks, Torres”, Sam sighed in exhausted and something else that was inching closer to guilt and regret for bringing you along.

“Um-Sam?”, Joaquin asked hesitantly.

Sam closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, “Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”, he asked in concern.

Sam froze. He just hoped Joaquin wouldn’t ask him about you.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well—I was just..I dunno…I was feelin’ restless ever since you told me that you’re leaving for the dockyard…and-”, Joaquin paused, caught between telling Sam about the growing closeness between you and him and hiding it instead.

Sam’s eyebrow quirked, “And what?”

Joaquin sighed, he couldn’t hide anything from Sam. Especially after he knew everything and guided him in every way.

“….and, I was tryin’ to contact (Name). They’re not picking up my calls or answering my texts…I was just worried”, he admitted sheepishly.

Sam pinched his nose between his fingers and Bucky looked at him in question.

“Uh- well. They’re okay. But—”

Joaquin’s POV

Joaquin froze at Sam’s hesitation. He was already on edge ever since you didn’t pick up his call after the ninth text. He was this close to boarding the next flight to flying down to Madripoor himself.

“Sam, is everything okay?”, he asked quietly, his heart beating out of his chest.

“There was an explosion in the lab. We got thrown out of it and uh- they landed too hard on their head. Mild concussion, some cuts on the arms and bruised ribs, that’s all. Nothin’ serious.”

Joaquin didn’t move or speak for a moment, taking in the information one breath at a time.

“W-what? Are you sure they’re okay? Are they awake? Can I talk to them-”

“Hey, hey, man. ‘s alright, take a deep breath for me. They’re a lil’ out of it right now but they’re okay, I promise. I’ll facetime you once they wake up, okay? Don’t worry.”

Joaquin pressed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster, his quickened breaths making him a little dizzy. He closed his eyes in resignation. This was new to him. He knew you from afar, he was more of a fan before, but now? Now he had only spent a week or so with you, you were just becoming friends and yet…yet, he was feeling restless ever since you had left. The constant worry about you and your safety making him sick.

He swallowed thickly before softly replying, “Y-yeah. Okay, that works. Please call me, Sam. T-take care.”

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Sam let out a deep breath, “Yeah, I will, Joaquin. You take care as well, yeah?”

“Yeah”, he replied shortly before ending the call.

Sam closed his eyes and leaned his head against the head rest again, Bucky finally looked up and asked, “You okay?”

Sam pursed his lips, debating on what topic to start with first.

“Yeah. Just thinking about all the shit Sharon had to go through. And Nagel referring to the American test subject like Isaiah wasn’t even a real person. Just makes me wonder how many people have to get steamrolled to make way for this hunk of metal. And now? The kid I promised to look after is lying unconscious next to us”, Sam conceded with an arm extended in your direction, glancing at you for a moment.

Bucky kept cleaning his vibranium fingers, “Well, it depends on who you ask. That hunk of metal saved a lot of lives. And, you’re not the only one with the guilt of dragging them in this. Stop being a martyr.”

Sam scoffed, “Yeah, I get that. All right. Maybe I made a mistake.”

“You did.”

“Yeah. Maybe I shouldn’t have put it in a museum. I should have destroyed it.”

“Look, that shield represents a lotta things to a lotta people, including me. The world is upside down, and we need a new Cap, and it ain’t gonna be Walker. So before you destroy it, I’ll take it from him myself”, Bucky hit back.

Sam opened his mouth before his phone rang, Joaquin informing him about Donya Madani’s death. “Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Thanks. Good work.”

Sam ended the call and sighed, “They found Madani… Dead. She died in Riga, a city near the Baltic Sea.”

Bucky pursed his lips and opened his mouth to respond before Zemo interrupted their conversation.

“I have a place we can go. I, for one, am looking forward to coming face to face with Karli. Little Stark can rest there and get some more treatment. Oeznik, we’re changing the course.”

Part 9

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AN: Ooooo😛 SamBucky giving each other a lil tough love and Joaquin worried out of his mind oooh yes. Please like and reblog!

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[forthebrokenheartedthings]

Even Still - Part 1 - Just a couple of kids from Brooklyn

Summary: Three kids from Brooklyn—one with a bruised jaw, one with a too-big heart, and one who swore they'd never let either go. Before the war, before the serum, it was just them against the world. And some nights, that was almost enough.

Pairing : 1940's Steve Rogers x 1940's Reader

AN: I promise I am not running into another series. I had this idea that was unfinished that I feel like I finally gave them the proper ending. PS, Bucky and you are totally platonic but I can't help but write him with so much love. He means the world.

TW: None, yet...

The sidewalk was still wet from last night’s rain, and Steve’s shoes made a soft slapping noise with every step. He winced and touched his jaw where a new bruise was blooming like a dark stormcloud. You reached up with a handkerchief already speckled in his dried blood and gently dabbed the corner of his lip.

“You know,” you murmured, voice low and practiced from years of tending to his wounds, “you really don’t have to pick fights with anyone who breathes funny.”

Steve offered you a stubborn glance. “He said the guy on the newsreel was a fraud. Thought I’d test if he hit harder than he talked.”

Bucky let out a loud snort from the other side of Steve. “He didn’t. But you still kissed the pavement.”

“I got a few hits in.”

“Sure,” Bucky said, nodding solemnly, “right after he was distracted by a passing dog and mildly concussed from tying his own shoes.”

You tried not to laugh but failed. Steve’s frown twitched like it wanted to be a smile but didn’t quite know how. He looked so small between you and Bucky, coat two sizes too big, knuckles scraped raw, chin high like defiance was the only thing holding him upright.

The three of you turned the corner, passing the butcher’s window where a slab of meat hung like a threat. You noticed Steve was limping—barely—but you slowed your steps to match his without saying a word. He noticed. He always noticed.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“For what?” you asked, pretending you didn’t know.

“For walking slow.”

“I’ve always walked slow,” you lied.

“Not when Bucky’s around.”

Bucky, a few steps ahead now, raised a hand and flipped the both of you off without turning around.

You burst out laughing. Steve did too—until he hissed in pain and cradled his ribs.

Bucky turned, walking backwards. “Told you not to let him hit you in the lungs, Steve. Kinda important, y’know? For breathing and things.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Steve muttered.

You and Bucky exchanged a look—your usual silent agreement. You’d patch Steve up, and Bucky would distract him with dumb stories or comic books or whatever had gotten him kicked out of school this week.

The sun was low now, turning the street lamps gold. Laundry lines danced above your heads like flags. You walked between them, three kids trying to feel bigger than the buildings around you. Bucky threw an arm around your shoulders, then one around Steve’s, dragging you both in as he shouted, “Best trio in Brooklyn!”

“You’re sweaty.”

“You’re welcome.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away. You never did. The world could fall apart, but somehow the three of you always ended up right back here—bleeding, bickering, and leaning on each other like a three-legged stool.

And for now, that was enough.

The next morning, it wasn’t.

Steve didn’t show up for breakfast. When you knocked, no one answered. Bucky’s face went serious the second you told him, and the two of you made for the Rogers’ apartment without a word. By the time you got there, Steve’s mother was already gone for her shift, and the place was freezing.

Steve lay curled up under a threadbare blanket, shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked chest, hair stuck to his forehead in damp strands. His breathing rasped like an old radiator.

“Christ,” Bucky muttered. “He’s burning.”

You knelt at the side of the bed and pressed the back of your hand to his cheek. He flinched but didn’t wake.

“I’ll get soup,” Bucky said, already moving. “And that weird lemon syrup your ma swears by.”

You nodded. “Bring his sketchbook too. And the red book on the shelf. The one he hides behind the encyclopedia.”

Bucky grinned faintly, already halfway out the door. “You mean the pirate one? With all the notes in the margins?”

“Yeah,” you said, pulling a chair closer to the bed. “That one.”

It took a while for Steve to come around. You spooned water between his lips, changed the cold cloth on his forehead. His fever broke just after nightfall, but he was too weak to talk. When he finally cracked his eyes open, he blinked at you like he wasn’t sure if you were real.

“You always show up,” he whispered, voice like gravel.

“Someone’s gotta keep you from dying of stubbornness.”

His eyes fluttered closed, but his mouth twitched. “Not stubborn.”

You arched a brow. “You got decked by a guy twice your size and walked home. That’s not bravery, Steve. That’s idiocy.”

He didn’t argue. You opened the red paperback and began to read, your voice low and calm, careful not to jostle his headache. “Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars...”

Hours passed. The apartment was dark except for the glow of the lamp beside the bed. You had one arm slung over the side of Steve’s mattress, the book resting on your thighs. He drifted in and out, fingers twitching beside yours like he wanted to hold something but didn’t know what.

You kept reading. “It was a master surgeon, him that ampytated me—out of college and all—Latin by the bucket...”

“Bet you’d hate that part,” you murmured. “The Latin.”

“Wouldn’t hate it,” Steve rasped. “Just... wouldn’t understand it.”

You looked at him. His eyes were open now, glassy and soft.

“You understand more than most,” you said. Then, quieter: “You just don’t see it.”

He didn’t respond. But when you turned the page, your fingers brushed his. And this time, he didn’t pull away.

Saturday meant two things: weak coffee and one precious dime between the three of you.

You stood in the corner store half a block from Steve’s place, breath fogging up the display glass, eyeing the contents like it was a treasure vault. Steve held the coin flat in his palm like it was sacred. Bucky leaned against the soda fridge, arms crossed, waiting for democracy to fail.

“We could get two peanut clusters,” Steve offered.

“Or,” Bucky said, “we could get something useful. Like that dime-store mystery rag you keep pretending not to like.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t pretend. I just think it’s ridiculous that one guy can solve seventeen murders on a cross-country train ride.”

“Maybe he’s efficient,” you said, glancing up from the candy rack.

“Maybe he’s psychic,” Steve muttered.

“Maybe he’s got a secret twin brother,” Bucky added with a grin.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. The sound bounced off the tin ceiling and startled the old man behind the register. Steve turned toward you with that crooked, shy smile he never gave anyone else. You looked away before you melted under it.

“Alright,” Steve said, “let’s vote.”

“Magazine,” Bucky said instantly.

“Candy,” Steve countered.

You looked between them. The tie-breaker. They stared at you like it was life or death.

“Taffy. I want to see you both rot your teeth out before you enlist.”

Steve blinked. “Wait, what?”

“Did I stutter?”

He chuckled, shoulders loosening. “Taffy it is.”

He moved toward the counter, coin in hand, but Bucky caught your arm gently before following.

“You’re looking at him again,” he said, too quiet for Steve to hear.

You stiffened.

“I’m not blind,” Bucky added, tone softened. “He’s not either. Just... slow.”

You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.

“I’m not saying confess,” he said. “I’m just saying—you don’t have to hide it from me.”

Then he winked and walked off, calling over his shoulder, “Make mine lemon!”

You stood still for a second, breath shallow. Then Steve turned around with the paper bag of taffy, eyes bright.

“Split it three ways?”

You nodded. But when he handed it to you, your fingers touched again.

And this time, you didn’t pull away.

The fire escape groaned under your weight as you stepped out, blanket slung over one shoulder and two chipped mugs in hand. Steve was already there, knees hugged to his chest, chin tucked into the collar of his threadbare sweater. The night smelled like coal smoke and rusted rainpipes.

You handed him a mug. He took it without a word.

“Chamomile,” you said. “Because I’m nice.”

“Liar,” he muttered, eyeing the liquid suspiciously. “You just like watching me suffer.”

“Only a little,” you said, sitting beside him.

The blanket stretched across both your laps. He didn’t move away.

For a long while, you just sat there, listening to Brooklyn breathe. Somewhere, a jazz radio murmured through cracked windows. Below, the street was empty save for a sleeping cat on a stoop. Steam curled from your mugs into the cold.

Steve finally spoke.

“My dad used to sit out here,” he said. “After Mom went to bed. He’d smoke and pretend not to cry.”

You looked at him. He wasn’t looking back.

“He’d talk about the war like it was a campfire story. Heroes and monsters and men who didn’t flinch.”

He sipped his tea. “Then one night he just... didn’t come back from work. I was six.”

You didn’t say anything. You just shifted closer.

“I think that’s why I can’t stop trying,” he continued. “Why I keep getting up. Doesn’t matter how many fights I lose—if I just keep standing, maybe I won’t vanish the way he did.”

Your heart broke a little.

“You’re not him,” you said.

“I know.”

“And you’re not going anywhere.”

“I know that too,” he said. “But sometimes I still feel like... if I’m not strong enough, they’ll forget me. Like I never mattered.”

You turned toward him, one hand resting lightly over his.

“You matter,” you said. “You always have.”

He looked at you then. Really looked. His eyes were tired and soft and far too blue.

You shifted the blanket so it covered his shoulders too. Slowly, carefully, he leaned into you. His head rested just under your chin, and you could feel every shiver that ran through him.

You didn’t say anything else. You just held him until the sky began to grey, and the first pigeon cooed from a wire above.

His head had gone heavy on your shoulder sometime after 4 AM. You didn’t move.

The city woke slowly around you—trash cans rattling, delivery trucks groaning into motion, someone yelling at someone else across the street. Brooklyn had never known how to be quiet for long.

When Steve stirred, you could feel the stiffness in his body before he opened his eyes. He blinked, then jerked upright slightly, realizing how long he’d been leaning against you.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t be.”

He stood, joints cracking, and offered you a hand. You took it. The blanket fell from both your shoulders in one motion, and the cold bit instantly. He walked you back to the building’s front steps in silence.

It was early enough that the street was mostly empty. Damp light filtered through the haze, catching on broken glass and half-frozen puddles. Your hands were jammed deep in your coat pockets, but Steve’s kept twitching at his sides—like he didn’t know what to do with them.

At his front door, he stopped.

“I know I’m not much,” he said, softly. Like it was something he’d been holding in his chest for too long.

You blinked.

“Not like Bucky. Not like... anyone.”

You didn’t plan to say anything. You didn’t think you’d speak at all. But the words were there, suddenly, rising like they’d just been waiting.

“You’re already everything to me.”

He turned, eyes wide.

You looked down, already kicking yourself. “I mean—”

But he was just... smiling. Small, uncertain, a little stunned.

He didn’t ask you to say it again.

And you didn’t.

You just stepped back, gave a quick, awkward salute like a fool, and turned before he could see your face go red. He stood in the doorway a few seconds longer, watching you walk away.

He didn’t say anything either.

The letter was crumpled in his fist, creased so tight the paper had started to tear along the fold.

You saw him before he saw you—sitting alone on the edge of the curb outside the enlistment building, shoulders drawn tight, lips pressed white. He didn’t move when you and Bucky approached. Just kept staring at the sidewalk like it had something important to say.

Bucky whistled low. “Let me guess—flat feet this time?”

Steve didn’t answer.

You sat beside him. Bucky stayed standing, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“They said my sinuses are ‘abnormal,’” Steve muttered finally. “And my blood pressure’s too low.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “You could sneeze on a Nazi and still take him down with sheer willpower.”

Steve didn’t smile. Not even a little.

You reached over and plucked the letter from his hand. ‘4F. Not eligible for service. Permanent disqualification.’ You sighed.

“I’m sorry,” you said, as gently as you could.

He jerked to his feet like he couldn’t stand being near his own failure.

“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “I’ll just try somewhere else.”

Bucky frowned. “Steve, come on—”

“No,” he cut in. “They’re all going. Every guy I know. Even the ones who can’t spell their own names. And I’m still here. I’m just a—” He stopped, shaking his head. “I’m not asking to be a hero. I just don’t want to be nothing.”

“You’re not nothing,” you said.

“Then why does it feel like it?”

He wasn’t angry at you. Not really. But his voice cracked like it was, and that hurt worse than if he’d yelled. You stood slowly, meeting his eyes.

“You matter, Steve. With or without a uniform.”

He didn’t respond.

Instead, he turned and walked—fast, furious. Not toward home. Just... away.

Bucky let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “He’s gonna walk a hole in the pavement one of these days.”

You folded the rejection letter and slipped it into your coat pocket, quietly following Steve’s retreating form with your eyes.

“He already has.”

You found him behind Marconi’s diner, curled against the wall like a discarded coat. His cheek was split open, and blood smeared his knuckles in cracked lines. His jacket was torn at the elbow. One shoe was missing.

The worst part? He looked proud.

“What now?” you asked, voice flat. “Did someone insult jazz?”

He glanced up, sheepish. “Girl was being cornered outside the bus stop. Guy was twice my size.”

“And?”

“He's limping now too.”

You crouched beside him and grabbed his wrist. “That doesn’t make it a win, Steve.”

“Didn’t ask you to keep score.”

“Well, I’m keeping it anyway. And you’re losing. Badly.”

He didn’t argue. But he didn’t stand either. He just leaned his head back against the brick wall and closed his eyes like he could already feel the bruises forming.

You took a deep breath, then hooked your arm under his. “Come on. Up.”

Your apartment was a shoebox, but it was warm and had clean towels. You set him on a kitchen chair and pulled the first aid box from under the sink. He winced as you dabbed antiseptic on his temple.

“I don’t get it,” you said, voice quiet but sharp. “What are you trying to prove?”

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are. Every alley. Every smart-mouthed soldier. You’re looking for a fight you can’t win just to make yourself feel like you count.”

“I don’t want to feel like I count,” he said. “I want to count.”

You stopped. The cloth in your hand went still.

“You already do,” you said.

He didn’t respond.

You moved closer, gently tilting his chin so you could see the damage better. His skin was warm under your fingers—too warm. His pulse jumped when you touched his jaw.

And his hands, resting in his lap, were shaking.

He was silent the whole time you worked, eyes dark and unreadable. When you finished, you stepped back and tossed the bloodied rag into the basin.

“You’re not a weapon, Steve.”

He looked at you then, eyes tired. “Maybe I want to be.”

You didn’t say what you were thinking: that he already was, but not in the way he meant.

Bucky showed up outside your door that Friday with a grin that meant trouble.

“Put on something nice,” he said. “Nothing tragic. We’re going out.”

You blinked. “Going where?”

He grinned wider. “Dance hall. You, me, Steve—and two very forgiving girls.”

“Oh, Bucky.”

“I swear they’re sweet. I did all the hard work already. Just show up and be charming.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What’s the catch?”

He hesitated just long enough for you to know.

“Look,” he said, “Steve’s been kicking his own ass all week. I figured... maybe a pretty girl who isn’t you might distract him for five minutes.”

You crossed your arms.

“Not like that,” he added quickly. “I just—he doesn’t know how to be happy unless someone gives him permission. So I’m giving him one. For one night.”

You didn’t agree. Not really. But you went anyway.

The dance hall smelled like hairspray and popcorn. Bucky’s date—Ginny—was lovely and bored and already drinking before Steve arrived. Steve’s date—Rose? Ruth?—was trying too hard. She leaned into him like she was afraid he might float away.

He looked panicked.

You stood by the punch table, pretending not to watch as Steve tried to talk about drawing. She interrupted him twice to mention her cousin in the Navy. He smiled politely. His fingers tapped against his glass like he was sketching escape routes in his head.

Bucky appeared beside you, drink in hand, watching the same scene.

“I’m a genius,” he said, dry.

You didn’t answer.

“You hate this.”

Still nothing.

“You’re trying very hard to look like you don’t care.”

Your eyes burned. You stared down at your hands.

“I thought... I don’t know. Maybe he’d smile. Maybe you’d see him smile, and it’d be worth it.”

You turned away.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said, softer now.

You shook your head. “Don’t. It’s not your fault.”

His date called for him from across the room, waving her empty cup.

He looked at you.

Then back at her.

Then back at you.

And he didn’t move.

“I ruined your night,” you said, forcing a smile. “Great work, me.”

Bucky stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you—tight and warm and fierce.

“You were my girl first,” he murmured into your hair.

You swallowed hard.

Ginny stormed out a few minutes later. Bucky didn’t chase her.

And Steve?

He was still trying to laugh at something Ruth said, but his eyes never quite met hers.

You caught the tail end of the conversation from across the room—just enough to know it was different from the others.

The man was older, thin-framed with a distinct German accent, and Steve stood straighter while talking to him than you’d seen all night. His hands weren’t in his pockets. He wasn’t stammering. He was listening—seriously.

Then the man handed him something small and white. Steve took it with both hands.

By the time you crossed the floor, the man had vanished.

Steve tucked the slip of paper into his coat.

“What was that?” you asked.

He didn’t look at you. “A chance.”

Later, in the alley behind the hall, the music still pulsing behind the walls, Steve told you everything.

“His name’s Dr. Erskine. He works with the Strategic Scientific Reserve. They’re running some... experimental program.”

“What kind of program?”

Steve hesitated.

You stared.

“Steve.”

“A serum,” he said. “It’s supposed to—help. With endurance. Healing. Strength.”

Your stomach twisted. “They want to test it on you?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

“Because I keep trying. Because I don’t stay down. He said that mattered more than muscles.”

You stared at him in the amber glow of the streetlamp, heart pounding.

“You’re actually thinking about it.”

“I already said yes.”

You stepped back.

“Are you serious?”

“I am.”

“Steve—”

“You saw what happened in there. I can’t even talk to a girl without looking like a complete joke.”

“She didn’t matter,” you snapped.

“She did to everyone else.”

“You’re not supposed to be someone else’s idea of impressive, Steve. You’re supposed to be you.”

He didn’t say anything.

You tried again, quieter. “They’ll take you and twist you into something you’re not. Something that fits their poster. And you’ll vanish behind it.”

His jaw clenched. “I’m tired of feeling like the world’s background noise.”

“You’re not.”

“You say that,” he whispered. “But I can’t keep being small, (Y/N). I can’t. It’s eating me alive.”

Your breath caught.

And in that moment, you knew—you couldn’t stop him, stop either of them.

But you could follow.

The station was full of ghosts—men with names already carved into someone else’s memory. Bucky stood with his hands in his coat pockets, jaw tight, watching the platform.

He was already going. You’d known that for months.

But Steve?

Steve was standing apart, coat too thin, shoulders pulled in like he was bracing for the wind. A slip of paper stuck out of his pocket—his orders, maybe. Or the invitation to change everything.

He hadn’t noticed you yet.

Bucky did.

He raised an eyebrow as you approached. “Took you long enough.”

You didn’t smile. “I didn’t sleep.”

“I figured.” He nudged your suitcase with the toe of his boot. “You sure?”

“No.”

“Good.” He glanced toward Steve. “Neither is he.”

Steve turned as the train whistle shrieked. When he saw you, he went still.

Not surprised. Not exactly.

Just... stunned.

“You—” he started, but the words tripped on his tongue.

You stepped closer.

“I already made peace with Bucky going,” you said, voice low. “It nearly broke me. But I can’t let you do this alone, Steve. I won’t.”

He opened his mouth.

You cut him off.

“I can’t lose you both.”

For a second, the world just... paused.

Then Bucky clapped a hand on both your shoulders and shoved you forward. “Alright, enough with the tragedy. Let’s go save democracy or whatever.”

The three of you boarded the train together.

No promises.

No guarantees.

Just three kids from Brooklyn stepping into something too big for any of you—but doing it the only way you knew how:

Together.

Part 2

[shamrockqueen]

Would love to know more about the Bucky x reader in white roses in a field of red!!! Ps: it's such a beautiful title.

So the plot of this fic is still pretty rough. The reader and her sister are two noble women who find themselves tangled in royal politics. I chose the name based on the two houses that surrounded the war of the roses. The red roses of the Lancaster’s and the white roses of the York’s.

Your older sister is betrothed to the crown prince (Steve) in exchange for your family’s lands (well known move for royals of to secure their claim on nearby lands). You however are promised to a very close friend of the prince, a knight and kings gaurd by the name of James Buchanan Barnes.

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He was able to play favorites at the court of King Rogers, convincing his highness to have his son Stephen forgo a political marriage to a foreign princess and wed your older sister instead. A well-played powermove that graced many noble hands long before it. Ensuring a well paid dowery in his hands, and the promise of his lands to the crown.

Sadly, for you, another man of the court would call you his wife. No more favors were savored for the younger of two sisters, as not much ever was compared to his eldest mistake. Where there was animosity for the both of you, she was given far more grace than yourself, even if it was so little at that.

It made your skin crawl as he spoke joyously about how if you bore a daughter and your sister a son, then an intermarriage of cousins could ensure that the royal lineage was branched with his family's blood.

He was a smart man, but a despicable one at that, using his children like pawns on a rough wooden board of palace politics.

What disgusted you more was the small sense of ease it gave you knowing that for once in your life he was actually proud of you for something.

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James seems quiet once you meet him. Distant at first, yet he is a nice man. Much like yourself and it seemed the union would be tepid but amicable. This you could work with.

The idea behind you getting picked by James wasn’t political for him. You being the sister of the soon to be wife of the second most powerful man in the kingdom as well as his closest friend. He actually saw you at court many times and was enthralled by your beauty, comparing you to a stoic and glossy marble statuette. He could imagine as his wife you’d bloom into a strong lioness of the mountains by his side. A fitting match to his nature as a loyal wolf at the side of his master, skin heavily scarred from his service to his king.

He’d comment to you that you demeanor was what struck his heart just as hard. “You are a smart young woman with such a sharp little tongue.”

Your pairing seems to grow on you, however, your sister’s begins to crack.

You and her share similar beauty, but hers was much cheerier and bubbly. She was always sweet at first but more often than not she could devolve into an awful brat. You could only imagine the kind of monster she’d become with all that power at her helm. Thankfully she at least liked you, her own flesh and blood.

[agent99galanzo]

Frozen in ice |Natasha x Reader

An: it's my first time writing so please your opinion and rebloging matters to help me grow, but only the nice once though I don't count any of your negativity things

Ps. English is not my first language

Reposting and translating my work to any other language is not allowed and any other kind of copycat stuff is prohibited. Happy reading Fellas.

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Just like any other stressful day here in the compound Me and Steve just got back from a last minute undercover operation on a fancy ball in Costa Rica.

After finishing the debriefings and giving the file to Nick and Hill.

we start our trek back into the living quarters area.

And we're currently talking about the things that happened in our lives.

While I'm still wearing a fitted black dress that has a long slit to the side under my coat and also some black high heels

And steve is still also wearing his navy blue suit

"So it's been a while since the incident happened between you and agent Sharon Carter.... any new people you seem to have interest with or some?" I tell Rogers.

"No... and why you seem so interested in my love life?"

"Nothing,just asking because seems like the lady from the diner we went into last day couldn't take her eyes of you and.... I can't believe I'm saying this but she's kinda cute".I smirked at the last part

Steve glance at me " You mean the woman that served us or the lady at the counter? "

"The curly haired woman that served us"

"Huh... yeah she's nice the one with nose piercing?"

"Yeah... Why? You also found her you know... Intresting or something?"

I raised a brow and smirk

"Kinda but the piercing yeah... not ready for that"

"Huh... So if she doesn't have you know any piercing or whatever on her head that is hanging, I mean would you... go for it.... "

"No"

I raised a brow and looked at him

"why?"

Before he could even answer an agent greets us when we enter the lift

"It's just that... it's hard to find someone you hade the same life experiences as you"

"Huh.... you have a point, but if you find that someone or anyone how would you like approach them?" I ask.

The lift opens and we head our way to the dining area

He raised an brow and looked at me "You mean flirt with them?"

"Yeah, Not like Flirt flirt more like you... know...something like how to approach them "

"Why did you ask

I look at him and say

"Nothing... just you know curiosity kills a pig that's all... plus I wanna know how much practice you had"

They reach the dining area where everyone was

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Natasha Pov's

After a long ass stressful day here in the compound it finally dinner time .

"Hey nat"

wanda greets as she is the one who first acknowledge my appearance, followed by the others.

"Hey" I greet back to them and also notice that both Y/n and Rogers are not here.

'Huh... wierd' I said to my self knowing that Rogers is not that late type of person.

His actually already here with the others every time I arrive that is why it's so strange.

And also Y/n the woman I secretly like for quite a long time now. They must be on a mission.

I mean who wouldn't like her she's beuatiful like me of course.... ,Ok fine as much as it pains me to say this but I gotta admit she is even prettier than me and she is also hot as hell she could be a Victoria Secret model if she is not an agent.

I wonder what type of creature or god mold her perfect beauty.

And also she's clever, wise, smartass, sassy, and maybe  many people would say that she's rude but the truth is she's really kind and caring in her on way.

She doesn't like to show to people but I've seen it quite a few times when we went on a mission and also,when we went grocery shopping she bought like a whole separate grocery basket for a homeless person 2 kilometers  away from here at the compound.

I snap back to reality when someone tap my shoulder "Romanoff", I  quickly twist there arm and bring them to the ground

"OH MY GOD!!"

" SWEET! LORD! JESUS!"

" MY!! GOD!!ROMANOFF!"

"ROMANOFF EASY!!"

"NATASHA"

Then I realized that is was Barton who tap my shoulder and also the that I bring to the ground.

I let go of him and help them get up.

"Jesus clint are you planning to give me a heart attack and that's what you get for scaring me."

"Ok.. first of all that hurts" he said as he rolls around his shoulder.

"And second of all I've been calling you for about a minute straight and your not responding... so sorry if I scared the living shit out of you.." he said as we sat back down

"Whatever..."

"What got you so far from your mind?"

"Nothing"

"We both know that, that nothing means something"

"So what is it"

But before I could answer an arrival of people interrupted us.

And... they have arrive

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Y/n Pov

"I didn't say anything about you needing practice. I ask about how much practice.... ok let's not say practice 'cuase now I think that's sound so trifling... let's just say... experience. There 'experience'... now let me rephrase the question and answer it. Steve Grant Rogers How much experience have you had with flirting with somebody in your time back then

"Fine many than once."

There satisfied?"

"Oh... real-" before I could finish I didn't realised that everybody is already here.

"Hey you two... how was the mission " Tony ask

"Fine everything goes as

planned. " steve said

"Yup.. Ahuh.. everything goes as planned" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"What... everything did go as planned" steve answered.

"Yeah everything except the distracting the woman part"

"Well what happened"

"Let's just say I instructed him to flirt with the woman at the bar so I can swooped in and get the USB from the back,but guess what"

"What...? What happened did he peed on his pants" Sam chimed in

"Haha that's hilarious sam"

"I know right"

"No thank God he didn't, but it looks like he almost did" I said smiling

"No. I did not "

I just smiled at him "What matter is we execute and did the job done on time without causing any harm".

"Awhh look at you covering up how awful your flirting skills are..." I said with a sass.

"I- whatever you say. In my defence I did my best to that woman and... the woman wasn't even invlove there".

I smile at him "I know just wanna see how fast can you go from bieng a 0-10... and my..my... if I may say I would rate it a 5 if you aren't that good looking"

"Ouch"

I walked pass him towards the fridge to get my self some refreshing water before turning around to look at him straightin the eye." Looks like your body might be defrosted from the ice but your flirting capability hasn't...." I pause to drink.

"would you want me to go and do you a favor of going down there and check if it still frozen and defrost it for you so you can use it..??" I said it playfully.

He look at me with a slight annoyance in his face "whatever I'm gonna go take a shower" and walks away.

I laugh as he struts away.

"Very clever" Nat said and I just wink at her in response as I also walk away and grabbing my coat along the way to

Get change in my room.

And that dress was already enough to sweep Nat of the feet by the agent but damn she got got her by the hook with that wink.

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