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Protecting the Kid

Summary: Reader is injured while protecting Baby Yoda. Mando heals her. 

Warnings: violence, knife injuries

A/N: PSA The Mandalorian is my new favorite show. If you can watch it please go do that right now. It’s amazing. 

“Maker.” 

You hadn’t even realized you were half-asleep (or half-dead) until he stumbled upon you collapsed resting inside the ship with a knife poking through your middle and a gaping wound from where it had previously resided in your thigh. 

“Hey, Mando.” You giggled, woozy from the blood loss. “Fancy seeing you here.”

He made his way to you and despite the searing pain from your wounds you found yourself wondering how his steps made almost no noise. He closed the entrance to the ship and kneeled beside you. “What happened to you?”

“Some bounty hunter came looking for the kid.” What he didn’t need to know was that the hunter had almost had the him until the kid did his magic and choked him. The hunter had dropped the child and promptly stopped choking after the little monster passed out. You had enough time to seal the kid behind a door before the knife had gone through you the first time.

It was a hot, searing pain that had blackness clouding the edges of your vision. It was only made worse when the man twisted the blade inside of you and you fell to your knees. You had screamed for Mando, praying to every god you knew that he would come save you and the kid. He didn’t come. If you didn’t protect this kid he would end up dead and it would be your fault. 

The hunter brought the blood covered knife to your throat and spoke into your ear. “Now, now. I know that must have hurt and I’ll do it again if I need too. But if you do as I say I won’t have to do it again. Do you understand. 

“Yes,” you whimpered. Tears had started streaking down your cheeks. Every time you moved pain encompassed your right leg. You knew you needed to be able to stand to have any chance fighting him off but you doubted you’d be able to. What you really needed was a weapon. If you had a blaster you wouldn’t have to stand. If you had a blaster you stood a chance against the man behind you and Mando’s forbidden weapons closet was right beside you. 

“The first thing you’re going to do is stand up.” The thought made you nauseous. There was no way you’d be able to do it. 

“Please,” you hated how weak you sounded. How you were begging. “Please I don’t think I can.” The knife gently pressed into the skin of your neck. 

“Unless you want another hole in you, I suggest you stand up.” 

Your body begged you not to but you slowly stood while pain radiated through your body. To the right was your key to saving the kid and yourself. Any one of the weapons in there could save you. You just had to grab one. 

“Good girl,” he purred low in your ear. “Now what I want you to do,” he was cut off when the back of your head hit the front of his hard enough to stun him. Lucky for you it was just long enough for you to grab a gun and turn to face him. Unfortunately as soon as you turned around the knife pierced your stomach.

You shot at him randomly and hit his arm. He backed off and reached for a gun to pull on you but you kept shooting at him until he ran off and you collapsed against the floor of the ship.

“Is the kid alright?” He asked, turning his head to look for the little green monster.

You pointed beside you to the closed hatch door. “He’s sleeping. He did his weird little hand thing but yeah, he’s fine.”

Through his helmet you could hear a small sigh of relief. “Good. Now let me take a look at this.” He said motioning to your leg and before you could say anything he was gingerly trying to move it.

You couldn’t hold in your whimpers or tears and immediately he stopped. For a long moment he just looked at you. The ground swallowing you whole would be preferable to the silence and his stare as he watched you cry. He grabbed a can from the bottom of the weapons closet and pressed a button. A cooling spray landed on your thigh. Bacta. 

You melted into the wall of the ship. It felt so good to have the relief of the healing Bacta spray that you almost cried. You didn’t but you could have. Once he deemed enough of the spray had been applied to your thigh he turned to you. “Okay, I have to take out the knife.” 

You whimpered and scooted away from him. Stars, the knife being pulled out was practically as painful as it going in. No way were you letting him do this. “No, please.”

He was faster than you and pulled you closer to him. “I’m going to pull this knife out.” It was a command, not a question. “Take a deep breath and on three I’m going to pull this out okay?” You nodded. It wasn’t like you had a choice.

Mando gently grabbed hold of the knife. “One,” he tore it out of you and you let out a choked screech. Quickly he grabbed the Bacta spray and started using it before you could come to your senses and try to stab him with the same knife for lying. 

Everything still hurt but less, so much less thanks to the spray. The exhaustion hit you all at once and you had to fight for every second your eyes stayed open. Eventually your body succumbed to sleep. The next morning you would wake up in bed, wounds dressed in gauze and blankets delicately covering you. 

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Angst/Fluff Prompt List #6

This one is only half of the size of the others. I always try not to repeat myself, but I’m six lists deep lol. I think it’ll be easier to do them this way, but as always feel free to reblog this to your own blog and have fun! (As always don’t repost/steal credit)

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Can this stay between us?”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Would you stop that?”

“Can we talk?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“Take my hand.”

“Sometimes I can’t help but get lost in your eyes.”

“This is my fault.”

“Talk to me. I’m here for you.”

“Please, just come home.”

“I didn’t want to go to bed without you.”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“Go ahead, hit me.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“Why do you hate me?”

Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Please don’t make me go home.”

“I’ve never seen you like this.”

“You’re up early.”

“I can see the pain in your eyes.”

“Put the gun down.”

“Don’t you walk out of that door.”

“I was just calling to check on you.”

“Think about it for a few days.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“What’s taking you so long?”

“You always take good care of me.”

“If you’ll follow me…”

“I thought you said you were busy?”

“Tell me what’s wrong.  Otherwise I can’t help you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, not to me.”

“Would you ever consider going on a date with me?”

“I’ll never forget the day I met you.”

“You made me a better person.”

“I can always count on you.”

“We were meant to be.”

“Did you even get any sleep last night?”

“I need someone to care.”

“I think you need to relax.”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll shut you up myself.”

“Stop hogging all of the blankets.”

“Hey! I want my hoodie back!”

“You can’t lie to me.”

“OH trust me, I didn’t forget.”

“You’re not the problem, he’s/she’s/they’re my problem.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Let me worry about that.”

“You came to me for a reason.  So what is it?”

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Hi there! 😀 Can I request Buckyheadcanons, where he is in love with the Reader (who is Steve's older twin sister) and vice versa? During WW2 she was chosen as a female candidate for super-soldier program (dubbed Liberty Prime), but unlike Steve, ended up in Hydra's hands alongside Bucky. They molded her into a lethal weapon with additional powers, dubbed The Summer Soldier. Besides being a super-soldier, Reader is a tech genius (like Shuri and Tony) and a top-notch pilot.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to finish.

Bucky x reader 

It was practically destined that you and Bucky would fall in love with each other. 

At first he was just Steve’s friend, an untouchably beautiful boy that you wanted to be friends with but wouldn’t begrudge Steve his best friend. 

But Bucky was already smitten with you and Steve was fine with you joining them.

So their duo became a trio.

When you weren’t with them Steve teased Bucky relentlessly about you.

“You practically worship the ground she walks on.”

“I do not.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. ‘Are you cold? Take my jacket. Are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat. Want me to kiss your ass? Okay, I’ll do that too.”

But when Bucky isn’t there Steve teases her too.

“How many times are you going to ‘forget’ your jacket so Bucky’ll lend you his?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please, at this rate he’s gonna die of pneumonia before anything happens between the two of you.”

“Shut it.”

Steve was the one who basically begged Bucky to make the first move. Listening to the both of you go on and on about the other was getting really old, really quick.

It took Bucky weeks to be able to muster up the courage to ask you out on a date.

But when he did, he waited for you on the doorstep. He was holding a bundle of your favorite flowers and looked like he might faint at any given moment. 

Before you could even ask him what was wrong he quickly asked,”I was wondering if you’d want to go get dinner some time? Ya know, just you and me.”

He was so nervous he practically shoved the flowers in your face.

You took them and smiled widely at Bucky. You couldn’t quite believe that he was asking you out but you weren’t one to question small miracles. “Of course.”

You two had been together ever since that first date. 

In fact, you both were so lovestruck that it felt like even the war couldn’t touch the two of you. 

Then Bucky got his draft notice.

And the world came crumbling down on top of you. 

You were at his apartment when the letter came. You had picked up all the mail and were going to set it on the counter for when he got home when you saw the envelope. 

You didn’t even have to open it to know what it was.

You sat crying on the floor to his apartment for god only knows how long. 

Bucky found you curled up in a ball on the ground; the notice clenched in your hand.

He held you as tight as he could. “It’ll be okay, Y/N. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

No one could promise you that. Not even God himself could promise that. But you nodded. 

You spent everyday with him before he was deployed. You never left each others side. 

Then it was the dreaded day that he left. You held yourself together until he left and then you fell apart. 

Steve held you close, promising that everything would be better.

You laid in bed for over a week, imagining all the horrible things that could happen to Bucky. 

You snapped out of it when Steve said that he was leaving you too.

“What?” You had asked so calmly that it had scared even you.

“I’m going to basic training.”

“No, you’re not! You can’t leave me too! Not like Bucky! Not like mom! Not like dad! You can’t leave me! You can’t.” You broke down into hysterics. 

Steve was your rock. He was your twin. He was the one solid thing in this shaky world and now he was leaving you too.

And then he was gone too. 

The next time you saw him you couldn’t believe it. 

He was tall and healthy and strong.

He engulfed you in his arms after one of his shows. Told you all about the experiment. 

You immediately asked how to be a part of it.

He told you he’d ask the directors of the project.

Then the next week, a woman who introduced herself as Peggy told you everything you needed to know about the experiment, including that you had been accepted as a subject.

Three days later you were in a lab in barely any clothes and having an obscene about of needles poked into you. 

Then there was all the pain. 

You couldn’t tell if it burned or if it was freezing. 

You didn’t even realize you were screaming until they asked you if they needed to stop.

“No, if Steve can do it so can I.”

And that was that. When they opened the machine you practically fell out of it. Your muscles, your bones, everything ached. 

But when you collected yourself it hit you that you were taller. And you had muscles now. And you didn’t feel so sick anymore. It felt like you could run a mile and not even be out of breath.

They dubbed you Liberty Prime and you became Steve’s partner for the shows. Especially for the shows with soldiers. 

Steve wasn’t exactly a hit with those crowds but they sure loved you. 

You two were having a good time. You knew Steve wanted to fight more than anything else but you were happy to be together. 

You found out about Bucky being captured at the same time. You stomach dropped and it took everything in you to not cry or scream.

You stood there holding onto Steve’s hand. 

When he left to save Bucky and the other soldiers you came with him. Howard gave you a shield similar to Steve’s and then the two of you were dropping into enemy territory.

When you found Bucky he honestly looked a little bruised and beaten up but nothing too bad. You hugged him and he looked at you and Steve in confusion. 

“I thought you guys were shorter.”

When you got back to camp Bucky let out a cheer for you guys. 

“Let’s hear it for Captain America and Liberty Prime!”

That night you all and the group that would eventually become the howling commandos shared drinks. 

You laid against Bucky happy that he was okay and that the two of you were together. 

The Howling Commandos became the group of soldiers if something needed to be done. 

You guys had mission after mission together but no one complained. Everyone was happy to be in good company. 

The last one broke something deep inside of you.

Steve and Bucky had gone onto a train. You and the others waited for them to get back and from further instructions from Steve.

Before he left Bucky gave you a quick peck on the lips. “See you soon, darlin’.”

Steve came back alone.

He told all of you that Bucky’s had fallen off the train and onto the ground below the cliff.

Everyone was hurt. Bucky was like a brother to all of them but they all looked at you. They were waiting for you to implode. 

But you couldn’t fell anything. You just felt empty. There wasn’t any pain in you just emptiness. 

You didn’t say anything, just stared toward the cliffside. 

Steve was crying. Everyone was crying, everyone except you.

The next mission you went on you slipped up.

To you the world was nothing more than a blur. Losing Bucky had damaged something inside of you.

You were reckless and hurting so when you heard Bucky’s voice yelling for you,”Y/N! Help me, please God help me!”You ran into the room where you thought he was.

When you entered the room the door immediately shut behind you leaving you stuck with only the tape recorder’s imitation of Bucky. 

Then the gad started pouring from everywhere in the room and all you could think was that you were going to die and leave Steve all alone. But you couldn’t say you were upset at least the last thing you’d hear would be Bucky. At least you’d finally get to be with him.

You were surprised, and a bit disappointed, when you woke up. You weren’t in the same room. You were strapped to a chair and facing a mirror. 

But then lights flickered and you saw what was behind the mirror, Bucky.

He was alive but he was screaming. He was in so much pain. There was something on his head. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t. You couldn’t get out of the chair. You couldn’t help him. 

It was then that you noticed his arm. One of them was missing. 

When they finally stopped torturing Bucky they moved on to you.

The same equipment was used on you. It hurt so bad you could barely breathe. You could barely think. Pain consumed your every thought until it was finished. 

When they were done they threw the two of you into a room together.

You held onto each other like nothing else mattered.

The torture went on for weeks and then for months and then years.

You had both started to forget things.You knew you had a twin brother but- what was his name? And where were you from?

The only thing that held solid in your memories were each other.

“Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. Our first date you dressed like we were going to a wedding instead of just a rundown diner. I had to fix your tie. We were soldiers together. I love you.”

“Your name is Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I gave you your favorite flowers when I asked you to dinner. You wore this beautiful red dress. We shared a milkshake. We fought together in the war. I love you.”

You repeated this to each other everyday, desperately trying to hold onto something from your past lives.

Eventually you forgot those things too. You couldn’t even remember your names. But you could remember that you two belonged together.

They called him the winter soldier and you the summer soldier. 

Eventually the winter soldier got a new arm.

Then they started training the two of you for missions. 

You killed people without a second thought. They told you to do it, so it must be the right thing to do.

Every night you and Bucky and huddled together in a corner and tried to remember the things you’d forgotten.

You never remembered anything. 

That’s what everyday was for you. That’s what every mission was like. 

Or at least every mission until your last one.

A man had recognized you and there was an itching feeling in the back of your mind that you knew him. 

When he saw the two of you his face dropped. 

You froze but the winter soldier didn’t. He was yelling at you to get a move on but-you knew him.

The blonde man ran up to you and gave you a hug. “Y/N.” He whispered in your ear while crying. 

Memories came flying back to you.

He was Steve, your twin brother, and the winter soldier was Bucky, the love of your life. 

“Bucky.” You whispered, staring at the soldier.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He left you standing with Steve while several other people stood quietly back. 

You learned soon that they were The Avengers. Everyone made you feel at home when they brought you back to the compound. 

You even had your own room but that night you slept in Steve’s room or at least you tried to sleep but without Bucky next to you the task was hard.

The next morning you told Steve that they needed to find Bucky. 

“Y/N, we’ve been trying to find you guys for years. We just couldn’t. We don’t even know where to begin.”

“Russia. We were in Russia.”

He pulled you into Stark’s lab where Shuri, Bruce, and Tony were all sitting together watching TikTok videos.

“Tony, she knows where the compound is. The one they were both at.”

Tony looked at you wide eyed. 

“I don’t know exactly where it is, just that it’s in Russia.” Then a thought came to you. “And we were surrounded by mountains. And when you looked at where the compound was it looked like a little village because the whole base was underground. There were just a bunch of small houses there.”

For a few minutes you spouted all the relevant and irrelevant information to the three of them and slowly they narrowed down where it could be until they only had one place left. 

They called a team meeting immediately afterwards and everyone suited up.

Steve wanted you to stay behind, to stay safe, but you insisted on coming. You were the only one Bucky would trust.

When you stepped onto the jet you were a bit overwhelmed.

It was a lot more complex than you were used to.

When it started flying without anyone piloting it you freaked out a little bit.

Bruce reassured you saying that it was autonomously piloted. (That didn’t really make you feel any better.)

So you sat in the pilot seat just to comfort yourself that if anything went wrong you could take over. You trusted yourself more than robots. 

When you got to the compound Hydra agents swarmed the team. You broke off to find Bucky. 

He was in the room that you two shared. When you walked in he tugged you into his arms.

“Please don’t go. We need each other.” His voice cracked. He sounded so desperate, so lost, so scared.

“Just come with me Winter. Come with me and they won’t be able to hurt us anymore. We could remember who we were. Please.”

He looked at you warily, scared about what would happen if he broke the rules that had been forced down both of your throats for decades. 

He finally agreed and along with the rest of the team you retreated back to the jet. 

It took years and years for you both to remember everything.

There were times when you were both terrified that you’d wake up and forget everything that you had worked so hard to remember but you never did.

Eventually, Bucky even worked up the courage to propose. He had given you your favorite flowers, dressed up like a man going to a wedding, and proposed over your shared milkshake. 

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Teaser for the Request I’m Working On

Should be posted within the hour!

When you weren’t with them Steve teased Bucky relentlessly about you.

“You practically worship the ground she walks on.”

“I do not.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. ‘Are you cold? Take my jacket. Are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat. Want me to kiss your ass? Okay, I’ll do that too.”

But when Bucky isn’t there Steve teases her too.

“How many times are you going to ‘forget’ your jacket so Bucky’ll lend you his?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please, at this rate he’s gonna die of pneumonia before anything happens between the two of you.”

“Shut it.”

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hi guys! I promise that soon I'll get into a posting rhythm but I have a lot of things going on in my personal life (including an insane college workload) that have made it hard to post consistently but I promise I’m working on it!!

Also to the @witch-of-letters I have your request and am working on it!!! I'm sorry it’s taking so long

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Would you ever write for freaks and geeks ?

Unfortunately I haven’t seen it. However if I ever watch it I’ll make a post and let people know I’m open to requests for it.

(Also the chances of me watching just got a lot better because I googled it and James Franco looks hot AF in it 😂)

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I have a request for The Outsiders! The reader is dating Dally. He doesn’t know much about her family because when he brings the subject up, she avoids it in any way possible. He finds out why soon enough when he goes to her house to pick her up for a date night. When he walked in, he at first didn’t know what was happening than he realizes she’s protecting her brother from her dad. Dally steps in front them and scares their dad off with a little threat if he ever hurt them he would make him

(…) wishing he was never born. Dally takes the reader and her brother to Bucks and takes care of them while the reader fills him in on what she didn’t tell him.

A/N: The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233

Warnings: Physical Abuse, language, violence, threats

No one thought Dallas Winston had the capability of feeling love. Even Dallas didn’t think he could do it. Sure, he’d been in relationships before but really it was nothing more than meaningless sex and a person to claim as his own. 

But then he met you.

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you. There wasn’t one defining moment in a rumble where he locked eyes with yours as you punched a Soc. No, nothing like that, his life wasn’t a movie. 

But from the moment he met you, there were things he loved about you. Sometimes he would even wish Sylvia or one of the other girls he had called his would act the way you did or look like you. 

Like the fact that you were a greaser but you didn’t try to hide your soft side like everyone else. You embraced it. Sure you might tell someone to fuck off but immediately you’d turn to the gang and tell them how bad you felt for saying that. 

You were smiles and sunshine. The model daughter, student, and citizen. But you were also knuckles and knives, always ready for a fight. 

And he liked that about you, fuck it, he loved that about you. You were soft but not fragile. You were hard but not cold and unfeeling. Whereas other members of the gang would worry constantly about you walking home alone, Dallas didn’t feel the need to. Not because he didn’t care, but because he knew you could take care of yourself. 

He trusted you to take of things yourself and not hesitate to get help if you needed it. Which was one of the reasons why he never questioned you when you quickly brushed off a question or a topic. He knew that if you wanted talk about something you would and if you didn’t he should just leave it alone. 

So when he asked,”So how’re your Dad and brother taking your mom leaving,” he wasn’t surprised when you avoided the topic. He knew it must have hurt you too. So if it was something you didn’t want to talk about he sure wasn’t going to make you.

And even though he should have, he thought no more on the subject until he went to pick you up at your house. 

The two of you had planned a small date night together at the drive-in. Dallas had even gotten Buck to loan him his car so he could take you in style.

He hadn’t planned to pick you up but when you were late he drove over the way you usually walked to make sure no socs had jumped you. When he didn’t see anything of the sort he parked in-front of your house to wait on you.

That’s when he heard you yelling. No, not yelling, screaming. He jumped out of the car without a second thought. 

At first when he ran into your house he didn’t know what to think. You were getting up from the floor, bruises evident on your skin. Your dad had his hand raised and your brother was quivering in fear behind you. It didn’t take Dallas long to figure out what was going on. And when he did he jumped in front of you as your father’s hand was coming down to hit you. Instead he hit Dallas.

And no one hit Dallas Winston, or his girl, and didn’t get retribution. 

Dallas only got to hit him one time, you had held him back knowing well enough that if given the chance Dallas would murder your dad, but that one hit sent your dad to the ground. He looked up at Dallas with a mixture of fear and disgust in his eyes. 

When Dallas leaned down to whisper in his ear your dad spit in his face. Again you had to restrain Dallas. He wiped the spit from his face and whispered in your dad’s ear,”If you ever so much as hurt a hair on either of their heads ever again, so help me God I will come down here when you don’t have Y/N to protect you and I will make you wish you had never been born.”

Dallas left it at that and escorted you and your brother out of the house. The car ride to Buck’s was a quiet one.

When you got to the house, Dallas sent your brother to his room to change into some of his old clothes and took you to the bathroom to clean up your injuries.

He lifted you up to sit on the sink ledge and started fumbling through the medicine cabinet before he said anything,”Y/N,” he couldn’t look at you. “Why didn’t you tell me,” he whispered. He turned to you before you could answer. “How long?” Dallas had tears in his eyes that he was barely holding back. “How long has he been hurting you both?”

You looked down at your lap not able to hold his gaze, guilt overcoming you. “Since she left.” You took a shuttered breath. “I just-I didn’t know what to do. At first I thought it was a one time thing but then it kept happening and,” you were crying now,”as horrible as it sounds I guess I got used to it. And he was only hitting me Dallas. I never would have let him hit Y/B/N. I was going to tell you today after he tried to hit him. I swear Dal, I was.”

“I believe you.” He whispered as he hugged you, trying to hide the tears coming down his face but pressing his head against you. The two of you stayed that way for a while and then Dallas let you go and cleaned up some of your injuries. “You two will stay here with me won’t you? I know it’s not a lot but it’s better than you staying with him, right?” 

You pulled him closer to you and kissed the top of his head,”Of course we will.” He pulled you down to actually kiss him. You pulled away whispering,”I love you Dal.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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Operative Seven: Part Two

Summary: You’re back with your friends and Wanda breaks down the walls that kept you from remembering everything. (In Bucky’s POV)

Warnings: violence, language, memory erasing, murder (if I've missed any please let me know!!!)

Author’s Note: Sorry this took me forever to write but college ya know. Also sorry that it’s not very long.

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Bucky Barnes had been an operative of Hydra for years. And even though he couldn’t remember half the shit he was put through, he remembered enough to understand your pain, your confusion, and your fear. 

When you were with the Avengers you had always been a beacon of light to everyone on the team. You smiled and laughed almost constantly. You were warm and beautiful. You lived your life with reckless abandon, never dwelling on something long enough to regret it. Who you were was a stark contrast to who they found lying in a cell at the Hydra facility. 

You had been lying in a pool of your own blood, hair matted to the side of your head, and face paling with every minute that went by. Worst of all you were crying. Not once had he ever seen you cry from grief or from pain. Whenever you were in pain, you screamed and raged and hit whatever was closest to cope with it. You never cried.

And yet there you were, crying from the pain. What was worse was the look of confusion on your face. Before anyone had said anything he knew you wouldn’t remember and when you asked,”Who’s Y/N” it only solidified his suspicions. 

They had wiped your brain. They had broken you. 

His mind had been a downwards spiral that day and some days he still went down the same black hole. How long had you fought? How many times did they have to wipe your brain before you began to comply? Had you hurt anyone? Killed anyone? God, he hoped you did. He hoped that you gave them reason to fear you. 

And then he had almost gotten you back. He had held you in his arms like you’d hold a baby, or a bride. He had held you to his chest and like a fool he thought he could save you. He thought he could get you out of that hell. It had been almost five years since you had gone dark, since you had vanished. Five years in which they had all given up hope. They had stopped looking for you. And while they grieved your assumed death you were becoming the Winter Soldier’s replacement. And after five years, he thought he had you back.

But then the man called you to his side and like the obedient soldier you were, like he had been, you went to the man without question and they had stolen you away again. 

Almost a year later and you showed up at the tower. You had tried to kill them. He almost had to kill you, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to do it...he still isn’t sure he could have...not even if you had turned your guns on him, but you gave in. Hydra hadn’t broken you completely, you were still fighting what they made you.

That was four months ago and everyday Wanda seemed to make leaps and bounds with your memory. Wanda had described it like there were walls thrown up in your brain. It hadn’t been wiped. The memories were still there she just had to remove the walls that kept you from accessing them. 

And when she removed the walls it worked. You had started to remember things, like the time there had been an Avengers dodgeball tournament and Clint had hit Natasha with a ball and for the next week he had lived in terror of what Nat would do to him. Or the time Sam and Steve had tried to see how many magnets they could get on his arm without him noticing. (The answer is an astounding 42 but only because he was sleeping.) 

And in the beginning it had all been memories of the same kind. All memories of your times with the Avengers, the good and the bad, but nothing that sent you into a downwards spiral. In fact you had started to become your normal self. You weren’t jumping around singing songs at the top of your lungs and dancing to them but you were smiling and occasionally laughing too. And for everyone that was more than enough. 

But then Wanda started to break down the walls around your Hydra memories. She had asked you if you really wanted to remember, you said yes. You told everyone that you needed, more than anything, to know what you had done and what had been done to you. 

The first wall had been when they had tried to save you. It hadn’t rattled you. But then they got darker. You being tortured, never-ending kicks and punches landing on your body, being choked almost to death, being stabbed. Then you remembered your memory wipes. You remembered screaming for your friends, sometimes even screaming for them to just kill you and end your misery. Then you remembered the missions. They all knew you had killed people, even you did, but you hadn’t been prepared to remember what you had done. 

When they asked you about it you didn’t tell them anything about the people you had killed or how many. You wouldn't even speak you just shook your head. 

Then Wanda took down the last wall. And after it you had acted normal, like nothing bad had been revealed and everyone was relieved. They all were convinced if one more horrible thing was revealed to you that you would break down. 

It was that night that Bucky happened to be heading to the kitchen around midnight when he heard you in your room sobbing. 

So he walked in. “Y/N, are you okay? What’s wrong? What happened?” Your head snapped around to him, tears spilling down your cheeks. Your mouth fluttered open and closed as you tried to speak. 

He closed the door behind him as he moved to sit next to you on the bed. He put his arm around your shoulders and held you to him. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s just me. You can tell me anything. I know what it’s like. Believe me, I know. And you can’t just keep this all bottled up inside of you.” He took a breath and tilted your face to look at his. “Whatever happened, whatever you did, it wasn’t you, it may have been your hands. It may have been this body that did the killing, but it was not you. It was not your brain, and it was not your heart, and it certainly was not your soul. And none of us, will ever think any less of you for whatever Hydra made you do.” 

You were still crying as you closed your eyes and opened your mouth,”James, Bucky. I-“ The words were stuck in your throat. You covered your mouth and put your head in your lap before quickly pulling it back up. Without looking at him you uttered what had been eating you alive. “I killed a child, James.” 

Your sobbing increased tenfold. “I was on a mission and I had killed this man in his home. And just when I was about to leave,” you took in a shaky breath and quickly expelled it while trying to hold back tears,”I turned to see the kid there. She was holding her fucking teddy bear. She just looked at me while she was fucking crying and I knew she had seen me do it. She had watched me put a bullet through her dad’s head. And she just stood there clutching that fucking teddy bear and-“ It took you a couple of breaths to regain your composure. “I didn’t even hesitate. I just pulled out my gun and shot her. Her blood was everywhere. I left that place with her blood on me. I killed that little girl, James.” 

The sobs came quickly now. And he just held you. He rubbed your back. He whispered that it hadn’t been you. He held you until you cried yourself to sleep. He held you when you cried so much you could barely breathe and he held you as you battled with your memories. He held you now and if you needed him to, he would hold you forever.

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Hey guys just a quick update I’m currently working on part 2 to Operative 7 and will hopefully have it up sometime this weekend. I was hoping to have it up by now but I just started my first week of college and overestimated how much free time I would have to do this but I will do my best to have it uploaded sometime within the next four days!

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Reader trying to beat Dallas (Outsiders) ina wrestling (u don have to do it) ❤️

Being the only girl in the gang had its perks. For example, you never had to walk alone and if someone was harassing you the gang would take care of it. But the problem was they always treated you like a little sister. Sure, that treated you like part of the gang but they also acted like you were a piece of glass, like if one little thing hurt you or if one little thing went wrong you’d break. 

As a result of them being terrified of you breaking you were never allowed to be in rumbles or any fights in general. If you were walking with some members of the gang and a mustang filled with Socs pulled up you were immediately pushed behind everyone while they formed a protective circle around you. But you could fight. You could hold your own. So when Dallas proclaimed one Saturday morning that no one could ever beat him in wrestling, you hatched a plan. 

Immediately everyone was practically screaming at Dallas. “I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back while blindfolded.” Two-Bit staunchly declared. 

“Dal, you may be good but any of us here would be able to hold our own against ya.” Sodapop tried to reason with him. 

“Listen man. I could knock you down to the ground without even trying.” And so it was decided that this could only be settled with a wrestling contest. You kept quiet, playing the part of the innocent bystander like Pony and Johnny. 

Steve and Dally were about to go at it when Darry made them stop. “I won’t have either of you breaking any furniture because of this stupid contest. Before anyone starts wrestling we’ve gotta push this furniture to the walls.” Everyone complied and then the contest began. Dallas won easily enough after getting the upper hand when Steve lowered himself closer to the floor thus making it easier for Dallas to essentially tackle him to the floor. Then Soda got up to prove himself just as good as Dallas. But barely five seconds in Dallas went for Soda’s legs, got him on the ground, and kept him down easily enough. 

Then it was Two’s turn. He and Dallas circled around each other for so long that eventually you all started yelling at them. “Come on, get this show on the road,” you screamed laughingly.

“Yeah,” agreed Pony,” we don’t have all day!” With the distraction you had provided him Two-Bit went for Dally’s legs and knocked him to the ground. Two-Bit quickly got Dallas in a pin but at the count of two he worked his way out of it. They toyed with each other like that for the next five minutes until Dallas finally locked Two into a pin. 

Then it was Darry’s turn and if you thought anyone could beat Dallas it was Darry. He wasted no time getting Dallas on the ground. His size and weight playing to his advantage but not necessarily his technique. But Dallas maneuvered his way out of the shoddy pin and then, just as easily as he had with Soda, put Darry into an undefeatable pin.

When he stood up he had a stupid grin on his face. “Like I said, no one can beat me.”

“Not so fast, Winston.” You said with a sickly, sweet smile on your face. “I haven’t had my turn yet.” You cracked your knuckles.

“C’mon Y/N, he even beat Darry. We love ya but there’s no chance in hell that you beat Dal.” Soda said. 

You shrugged your shoulders. “There’s only one way to find out.” You turned to face Dallas. “So, you up for one more round?”

“I don’t even know if what’s about to happen can be considered a round, sweetheart.” He turned and walked a couple feet so that the two of you were in the middle of the room. Then he got into position and it began. 

Now Dallas was good but he wasn’t that good. In his previous matches, you had watched his movements. When he went for the legs he bounded only off his left foot and in his pins there was always just enough wiggle room that if the boys could have seen the pin from any other way they would have seen the weak spots. So when Dallas looked ready to go in for the kill you threw all your weight into getting him on the ground. Once there you put him in a pin.

But that was your weak spot. Even though you knew what to do and how to avoid getting stuck in a pin yourself you just couldn’t over power Dallas. So he easily made his way out of your pin, rolled you over so that you were on the ground, and then started to pin you. When the boys began to count you carefully wormed an arm out of Dallas’s grasp and then used the leverage to push yourself up. 

This back and forth went on for quite some time. In fact, it went on so long that some of the boys got up to get drinks and go to the bathroom. Eventually the gang ruled that it was a tie since neither of you could hold the other in a pin. 

Ponyboy held out a coke to you in celebration. The whole gang was cheering and laughing. You may not have beaten Dallas but you did a lot better than the rest of them. When they’d all calmed down and the furniture had been moved back to its original places you decided to broach the subject. 

“So there’s a rumble this weekend.” You said easing into the conversation. 

“Yeah,” started Two-Bit,” and we’re gonna kick those Socs into next week.” The rest of the gang made noises of affirmation and agreement. 

“Well, I was thinking-“

Darry immediately cut you off. “No, don’t even think about asking to fight in it.”

“Why not?” You asked incredulously.

“Y/N,” Steve began, “they’ll tear you to shreds.” 

“Well, if that’s the case then Dallas should have had no problem beating me or then that means that they’ll tear you all to shreds too. So if you guys can fight I see no reason for me not to be able to.” You retorted snakily while leaning back on the couch and crossing your legs. 

The boys all looked at each other, no one knowing what to say. Then Darry began,”Well, I suppose we’ll let you.” You jumped up in excitement, a giant grin forming on your face. “But you need to stay off to the side and if you need help you just yell. Ya dig?” 

You gave him a quick hug. “I dig. I dig.” With that you sat back down between Pony and Johnny who both gave you high-fives. 

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Hi! I was wondering if there was going to be a part 2 for operative seven? Thank you!

Hi! Yes I haven’t started to work on it yet (I’m currently working on a request) but I do plan on writing a part two!

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Operative Seven

Summary: You’re an Operative for Hydra. One day The Avengers come looking for you. You don't remember them but they remember you. They can’t get you out fast enough and then you’re getting your mind wiped and then your next mission. Kill The Avengers. 

Warnings: violence, language, brainwashing/memory erasing

Author’s Note: I didn't proof read this because I’m tired but I wanted to post today so sorry for any errors that were made. 

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You were lying on the cold ground while a puddle of blood formed around you when you heard the noises. You didn’t just hear them; you felt them. Loud thundering booms, swept through the compound and the singular yellow light that lit your small cell blinked on and off. The booms were so loud you almost had to assume that the compound was being torn apart by its foundation but you were in too much pain to care. 

You had just gotten back from a mission go awry. You had taken three bullets, two to your stomach and one to your thigh. You had been expecting to get the injuries taken care of as soon as you got back so you hadn’t bothered to steal any pain relievers, instead just opting to bind the wounds as best you could, but when you got back there was some commotion about something called The Avengers and they had been quick to throw you in your cell with no relief from your pain and no one to stitch the wounds together. 

So here you were lying on the floor of your cell, crying from the pain, and not giving a fuck if the roofs collapsed onto you. At least if you were dead you wouldn’t be in pain. Unfortunately for you the roof didn’t collapse and instead you were forced to scoot over to a place on the floor where your body heat hadn’t warmed so as to cool the heat of your forehead. 

Outside your cell the sounds of fighting grew louder, instead of just loud thundering booms, you could now hear individual voices yelling at one another and even the occasional blast of a gun. You didn’t know if it was the so-called Avengers or if it was the Hydra soldiers but whoever it was you hoped they would get to you soon so you could get any kind of relief. Then you could hear footsteps running down your hall, multiple pairs of footsteps, but they didn’t stop at any doors so you crawled over to the large rusted metal door that held you in and you banged against it and screamed at the top of your lungs. That’s when you heard one pair of feet stop running. “Did you guys hear that?” A man with a familiar voice asked.  

“Hear what?” A woman asked while walking closer to your door. 

You kept screaming and banging against the door. “In here! In here!” The pain was more than overwhelming now. You wished more than anything for someone to take a sledgehammer to your head. 

Then multiple pairs of feet came running towards your door. “Do you think it’s her?” Asked one of the voices. 

“It has to be,” reasoned another. 

“Stand away from the door.” A new unfamiliar voice ordered. You did as told and moved to the side of the door and then in a flash of light it came unhinged and flew back until it hit the wall opposite it. Then people you’d never seen before poured into your cell. 

The redhead was the first one to speak. “Y/N, it’s you. You’re alive. You’re okay.” Her hand covered her mouth as she tried to quiet a small sob. 

“Well I wouldn’t go as far as to say she’s okay. I had Jarvis run a scan on her and she’s got some pretty bad wounds. We’ve gotta get her out to the ship and back to the tower.” Said the man in the metal suit. 

Then the man with the metal arm started to pick you up but you hit him so hard he flinched back. “Who are you?” You asked. All these people seemed to think you were someone you weren’t. The smiles on every face in the room dropped.

“Y/N, it’s us.” Said the man with the star on his chest while squatting down in front of you. “We’re your friends.”

“Who’s Y/N?” 

“It’s you. That’s your name.” Said the man with the metal arm. 

“My name is Operative Seven.” You said dully. You wished you could be whoever Y/N was. She seemed to have a lot of friends. You didn’t have friends, unless you counted the dog you sometimes saw in the living quarters. You didn’t know his name but you think you’re friends. 

“That’s not your-“ The man with wings was cut off by the man with the metal arm. 

“Well Operative Seven, can we take you back to our ship and get you all patched up and then maybe you can help us find Y/N?” 

That sounded nice. At least you would feel better and then maybe you could make one of these people your friend. You nodded and the man with the metal arm picked you up and started to carry you down the hall. “What’s your name?” You asked him, curious. There was something familiar about his voice that you couldn’t quite place. 

“James. But everyone calls me Bucky.” He said looking at you with a smile. You don’t think anyone’s ever looked at you with a smile, except maybe the leader when you came back from a successful mission. But even then those smiles were different, they left you with a bad feeling in the pit of our stomach. This smile was nice though. James looked like a smile belonged on his face where as the leader looked as if he had been born with a scowl.

You were snapped out of your reverie when you heard yelling from the other end of the hall. Hydra soldiers were there and yelling. You knew you should go to them and help fight the people you just met but James was carrying you and you hurt all over and you wanted nothing more than to take a nap. “They have the asset.” One of the soldiers yelled into an earpiece. 

Then the woman with the red coat and red coming out of her hands yelled to James. “Get her to the ship. We’ll hold them off.” He nodded to her and started running but quickly stopped when soldiers came in from the other side of the hall too. They were trapped. He quickly ran back to the group and set you down in the middle of them as they formed a protective circle around you. No one moved not the soldiers and not the new group of possible friends you’d just met until the leader emerged from behind one set of soldiers. 

“Come now Operative Seven.” He said in a slow, condescending voice. “You’re better than childish escape attempts.” It hadn’t hit you that this could be considered an escape attempt. You just wanted something to ease the pain and these people had offered it…these people that must have been the ones that had prevented you from getting it in the first place…the ones that were responsible for the fighting in the compound. You jumped to your feet despite the protest of both your body and the group of people around you. 

Quickly you walked over to the leader before any of the new people could stop you. You didn’t want to be punished more than you already would be. “Now that’s a good girl.” The leader purred as you stood beside him staring at the people in the middle of the hall. You felt sick at the look on their faces, sad, they looked so sad that you had left them. You felt sad too. Sad and angry. You hadn’t wanted to leave them but you knew you had to. Whatever the leader told you to do you had to do. No questions asked. 

The soldiers behind you started shooting at the group and before you had the chance to protest you had a tranquilizer pushed into your thigh. The edges of your vision started to go hazy as you saw a shield of red go up around the group and then everything went black. 

When you woke up you were in the chair. Your wounds had been cleaned and stitched. You had no idea how much time had gone by. When you looked up the leader was in front of you. “You did a bad thing a couple days ago, trying to escape, Operative.” He said menacingly. “So 

now you must be punished.” Then the metal dome came down over your head and all the pain that had left your body came back in tendrils of pain. Your body tensed and you screamed until you thought your throat must be bloody. But the entire time the one thing that kept you grounded was the image of James’ smile. 

Seven Months Later

You were on a kill mission in New York. It was fairly straight forward. There was security but you had hacked into the mainframe so it would allow you in without alerting anyone to your presence. In fact it was so easy that you allowed yourself to take the elevator up to the top level of the tower. You could have climbed that many flights of stairs but you wouldn’t have been at the top of your game when it came to eliminating the targets and you didn’t want to leave any sweat for DNA analysis. 

There were nine targets. Natasha Romanoff. Steve Rogers. Tony Stark. Bruce Banner. Thor Odinson. Wanda Maximoff. Clint Barton. Sam Wilson. They were all just names and faces to you except for one. James Barnes. When they had given you his name and picture you had schooled yourself into neutrality, not letting any bit of recognition form on your face but inside you were screaming. He was the man from your dreams. He was the only thing you remembered that wasn’t attached to Hydra. He was the smiling face you saw when you had to go through a particularly painful experiment and you had to kill him. 

The thought made your stomach roll so you tried not to think about it as the elevator dinged through floors until it made its eventual stop at the top level. As soon as the doors opened you had your gun raised. You shot first at Rogers. He was sitting on a couch directly in your line of sight as you exited the elevator but he had his shield lifted to protect himself before the bullet could hit its mark. They were all in here and you were pissed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. If they had all been normal people it would have been fine. You could have killed them easily. Nine shots. Nine bullets. Nine bodies. But they weren’t normal. They were superheroes. 

Then the redhead fired shots back and you ducked into the hallway closest to you for cover and just as you were about to step back out you saw him. James was staring at you from the kitchen. He had a gun in his hand but it was lowered. He was giving you a chance to stop, to not do this. But did you have a choice? Hydra had told you what to do. The leader had told you what to do. Who were you to question orders? Who were you to disobey orders? But he was looking at you so intensely, begging you with his eyes to not do it. 

Without thinking you dropped the gun to the ground, still staring at him. “She threw her gun down.” James said meekly. 

“You’re telling me you had a shot and you didn’t take it?” A woman asked angrily. 

He turned to her anger radiating off his features. “It’s Y/N, what was I supposed to do?” The name rang in your ears. You’d heard it before. 

“She’s not Y/N anymore. You should have taken the shot.”

“Well Natasha, I wasn’t me when I came out of Hydra either.” He said, almost yelling. “I wanted to give her the benefit of the fucking doubt!” Tears were rolling down his eyes. Hydra? He came out of Hydra too? There was silence in the room. 

“Buck, tell her to drop the rest of her weapons.” Another voice gently pleaded. You dropped your weapons without James having to say a word. Then you slowly came out from the hall with your hands up. The redhead, Natasha, had her gun pointed at you as she cried silently. You stared down the faces of all these people. They talked about you like they knew you but you couldn’t remember them at all. 

James came to stand beside you and he pulled you into his arms. “We’re gonna help you. We’re gonna get you sorted out, I promise.” He whispered into your ear. His grasp was warm and comforting and despite all the pain you had endured and all the lies you had been told, you trusted him. 

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Headcanons for starting a prank war that ends up spanning the entire MASH 4077.

It starts off innocently enough with the pranks really only being on Hawkeye, BJ, and Charles. 

It was really only meant as a way to pass the time since casualties were slim and the days long.

So one day in the mess tent you put salt in the sugar container and watched in glee as Charles put seven spoonfuls of salt into his coffee.

You laughed when he took a sip and spit it out directly into Hawkeye’s face while exclaiming, ”What in Heavens’ name?”

He blamed Bj and Hawkeye and you sat trying to silently hold back your laughter until it was too much and the giggles and then big, loud laughs escaped your mouth. 

“I didn’t think you were the pranking type.” Hawkeye said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, I definitely am and there’s a whole lot more where that came from.”

Then Hawkeye thinking he was oh-so-smart picked up the salt shaker (which you had filled with sugar) and went to put some in his coffee.

BJ was the only one at the table who joined in your laughter when the top fell off the shaker and all the sugar was dumped into his coffee. 

(It wasn’t your intention to have the lid loosened but boy was it funny.)

However, a little while later BJ was not laughing when he couldn’t find any of his socks. 

“C’mon Y/N, this isn’t funny give me them back.”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.” 

(Both Charles and Hawkeye have a good laugh at this.)

The boys don’t prank you back and in an attempt to get a rise out of them you start to elevate the pranks. 

You put shaving cream in Hawkeye’s shoes and make him walk around in women’s sandals all day while his shoes dry out. 

You switch out BJ’s toothpaste with glue and watch in excitement as you starts to brush his teeth and immediately spits out the goo in disgust. 

You even tuck Charles in his sheets in a way that when he wakes up he can’t get out of bed.

That’s when the boys decide that enough is enough and begin formulating a plan on how to get back at you. 

One day while you’re in the shower Hawkeye runs in, grabs your towel and clothes, and then runs back out. 

You yell after him but it really doesn’t help.

You stand in the shower for twenty minutes before someone walks in. 

Major Houlihan was already having a bad day so when you told her what had happened she snapped and went to go scream at the boys and get your things back. 

Not even two minutes after she walked out of the showers she walked back in with your clothes and towel in hand. 

When you thank her she smiles and gives you a wink when she says,”If you ever need any backup in your little prank war I’m more than happy to help. Those boys need to be reminded who’s boss every once in a while.”

You nod in agreement and quickly get dressed to head back to the swamp. 

This is when the war really starts to heat up. 

They were all slightly miffed that you seemed to have brought Margaret over to your side so they recruited Klinger to their cause. (After all, some of the supplies they needed to get back at you weren’t readily available at the 4077.)

You get one of your friends to send you a pair of handcuffs and that’s when things really start to become interesting. 

You handcuff Charles and BJ together for a whole day. 

It was incredibly funny watching them bicker all day long. 

(But it was especially entertaining watching them fight when one had to go to the bathroom.)

That’s when the boys kick it into high gear and decide to prank you before you can prank them…again. 

One day the mess tent was having your favorite cake. You had been raving about it all day.

The boys made sure that it conveniently ran out once you were being served. 

The look on your face when you sat down at the table with them all stuffing their faces with the cake was easy to read. 

You were preparing for war. 

You relied on Margaret to rally your army of nurses to your side while the boys relied on Klinger to rally the corpsmen to their side. 

The only person who remained neutral was Colonel Potter (even Father Mulcahy joined your side) because he was too fed up with all this nonsense and instead spent his time riding Sophie and painting. 

One night while the boys were all out of the swamp you and Margaret snuck in, stole the still, and hid it in Margaret’s tent. 

You had never seen Hawkeye or BJ look so angry. 

“Y/N that still is the one holy thing that exists in this Hell and if anything bad happens to it so help me God I’ll kill you!” Hawkeye yells. 

You sleep in Margaret’s tent that night. 

When the boys go to quench their need for alcohol at the officer’s club they’re met with a rude surprise. 

You and your army of nurses had bribed the bartender not to serve the three of them any alcohol. 

The boys broke out the big guns and put bright pink hair dye in your already very pink shampoo and conditioner. 

All the nurses looked at you in shock and all the corpsmen laughed when you walked out of the bathroom. 

When you looked in the mirror you saw that all your hair was bright, bright pink. 

So while they slept you shaved all the boys’ eyebrows and BJ’s mustache. 

Fists were about to fly when you all saw each other in the mess tent the next morning but Colonel Potter finally interfered and ordered everyone to end ‘this nonsense.’

You gave the boys back their still and they invited you over for a truce drink. 

When you finally got that drink you weren’t surprised to find what must have been an entire shaker of salt in the drink. 

You grabbed Hawk’s drink and poured it over his head and all of you called it quits. 

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Running From Danger

Summary: Some socs attack you and when once you get free the gang comes to finish the job. 

Warnings: cussing, attempted rape

You hear the mustang before you see it. You know better than to turn around to face it. You also know better than to break into a sprint. The best thing for you to do was pretend that it wasn’t there and keep walking. You had been headed to your house but the Curtis house was closer so you rerouted to get there and have one of the boys take you home. 

You don’t get far trying to ignore the car. The boys in it quickly start yelling at you. 

“Hey bitch come suck my cock!”

“Fucking filthy greaser!” One of them screams and throws an empty beer bottle at the back of your head. You reach up to cup where the bottle hit and when your hand pulls away it’s bloody. 

“Pull off that shirt and give us a show!”

You try to keep your cool. You keep walking and don’t dare look behind you. Then you hear the screech of breaks and you run. You don’t look behind you to see how many of them there are. You don’t look behind you to see how far away they are. You can’t risk it slowing you down. 

But you do scream. The Curtis house is close so you scream for the gang. “Help! Dallas, Soda, Two-Bit help!” You’re about to scream again when you’re tacked to the ground from behind. It knocks the wind out of you and give the rest of the Socs time to catch up. Your face burns from scraping along the concrete and you feel blood dripping from your nose. 

The blonde boy who tackled you flips you over and sits on your stomach, making sure you can’t run anywhere. Before you have a chance to catch your breath one of the other boys hands the blonde a handkerchief. “Shove it in the bitch’s mouth.” 

The blonde shoves it so far back in your mouth you start to gag and one of the other boys slaps you. The boy who handed the blonde the handkerchief pins your arms above your head and the blonde pulls out a switchblade. You try to scream despite the handkerchief in your mouth. “Now, now little thing.” He says in a soft, unsettling voice. “I’ll only use this if you make me.” He says gesturing with the knife. “I don’t want to hurt you and neither do any of these boys but,” he looks around to the four other boys surrounding me,” we all have needs. And well, seeing as how we’re men and,” he traces the knife along your throat then down to your chest then even farther to the zipper of your jeans. “Well, seeing as you’re a very pretty woman we think you can help us…fulfill our needs. And if you give us what we want,” he brings the knife up to the collar of your shirt and lets it tear the entirety of your shirt in half,” no one will have to get hurt.”

You lean your head back against the concrete and cry. Soft whimpers are all that can be heard through your gagged mouth and the boys laugh at your pain. “Well boys,” the brunette says,” I think I’ll be the first to enjoy the fruits of our labor.” You feel him barely shift his weight off of you to unzip his and your pants and then you’re up on your feet and running again. 

You pull out the gag and start screaming at the top of your lungs again. “Darry! Steve! Pony! Johnny! Help!” And to your relief as soon as you turn the next corner you see the boys running towards you. You keep running until you’re safely nestled in Sodapop’s arms and you’re immediately barraged with questions.

“Y/N what happened?”

“Are you okay?”

“What happened to your shirt?”

“Who did this?”

You can’t answer any of them all you can manage to do is cry into Soda’s shirt while you shake from fear and the cold. The gang is silent around you and Dallas gingerly separates you from Soda long enough to wrap his leather jacket around you and for you to see the terrified faces of the gang. Then you here the Socs running and yelling and getting too close. You whimper into Soda’s chest and the rest of the gang steps in front of the two of you as a line of defense. 

You hear fighting and yelling and running. The sounds of Two-Bit yelling,”I’ll kill you,” and Dallas screaming every expletive known to man echo in your ears as Soda rubs your back and whispers to you that it’ll be okay. He’s slowly inching the two of you backwards and away from the conflict but you couldn’t have even made it a foot when the noise of fighting stops and you hear people running away. 

Darry comes up behind you and gently lifts you into his arms and you rest your head on his chest and quiver. The gang takes you to the Curtis house in silence. No one really knows what to say. If you had just been beaten up they could have dealt with that easily. It’d happened to them all before but this was something more, something worse. 

When they brought you into the house Ponyboy grabbed one of his shirts and Soda helped you put it on and then helped you slip back into Dallas’ jacket. You just stared at the floor, not knowing what to do or say. Eventually Johnny tried to prompt you into saying something,”Y/N,” he started but when you broke out in tears he quickly stopped. 

But through the tears you started talking. “I-I-I’m fine. I mean,” you looked toward the ceiling trying to quell the tears,”nothing happened. But it, it almost did and I just-“ You broke off mid sentence when sobs wracked through your body. “It was just- I was so scared.” 

You tried to search for words to fill the silence but Soda found the words for you. “It’s okay now. You’re okay now and we’re never going to let anything happen to you again.” He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and eventually you fell into a dreamless sleep while the boys held back tears and murmured about what had happened and what had almost happened. 

[writingstuffandwastingtime]

Headcanons for being Steve and Bucky’s childhood friend and reuniting with them in modern times.

You had been lonely for decades. Your two best friends were dead and no person or thing seemed to be able to replace them. 

Then after The Battle of New York you see videos of Captain America and you can’t believe your eyes because Steve is dead. He’s been dead for multiple decades. He crashed his plane into the ocean. 

You need answers because what if after all this time your friend is alive?

So you go to the tower.

When you walk in no one is at the front desk but then you hear a man’s voice from a nearby speaker.

“Good afternoon, Miss. How can I be of service?”

“I need to talk to Captain America.”

“I’m sorry but the Captain is not currently taking interviews. Perhaps-“

“I’m not here to interview him. If he’s here just, just tell him that Y/N wants to talk to him.”

Minutes later he responds. “The Captain wishes to speak to you.” 

The elevator opens and you step into it. Before you even have the chance to press a floor number it is zooming up. 

When the doors open you see all the Avengers sitting around a tv staring at pictures of you. 

You step out of the elevator and everyone turns to you. 

You look around at the crowd of faces but feel your heart sink when you realize that Steve isn’t here. 

That is, your heart sinks until Steve turns the corner from the kitchen into the living room.

You can’t even think clearly enough to say words you just run towards him and into his outstretched arms. 

You’re both crying against each other, holding each other as tight as possible. You’re both sad about all the lost years but so happy to be reunited. 

But you’re both aware of how acutely wrong it feels for Bucky not to be here.

Fast foward to two years later and you both find out that Bucky is alive. 

Neither of you care about the fact that he is trying to murder you. You’re both just excited that he’s alive. 

When he finally breaks free from Hydra and finds you and Steve he’s confused and scared.

It hurts more than you care to admit that he doesn’t remember you but he remembers Steve. 

Eventually he starts to remember more and more.

You are one of the first things he remembers and he immediately pulls you into his arms crying.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t remember you, Y/N.” 

You hold him to your chest and cry too.

Steve walks in on the two of you crying and then proceeds to walk right back out. 

The two of you help Bucky heal. 

And eventually he’s back to his almost normal self.

You all live on the same floor of the tower and have connecting rooms even though you all usually end up sleeping together on Steve’s bed. (It’s the biggest.)

You all go out together and you even help catch the boys up on everything they’ve missed. 

“So I’ve heard some people talk about these movies, Stars War, I think. Are they any good?” 

You had to physically restrain yourself from jumping in front of a car. 

When you get back to the tower you make both of them watch all six original movies before being allowed to sleep. 

Mostly just being happy to finally be back together again.

And for having two other people to endure Tony’s old people jokes with.