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eternal-work-in-progress · 8 months ago

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hehehheheheheh I have been writing obsessively recently so have an Unnamed Ruined Reality Alternate Universe Oneshot

this is a concept I made and outlined with my friend and I have finally actually translated it into proper written word??? Unimaginable

also woopsies general AU stuff before you read: Filii/Filiae/Filius/Filia all take the place of the species Steve! The different Filii use different languages so their subspecies name is translates (ie. yellow -> Galben in Romanian, aquamarine -> Aquamarijn in Dutch, violet -> Violetto in Italian)

Griffin ran from the room, away from his mother, away from the horror he felt while looking at her. Caliban watched him go. In disbelief, she muttered, “No… Why would you run…?”

She stood still, staring out the open door to the hallway, her cell’s only source of light. Something moved to her left and her head snapped toward it immediately. And she saw… Athena. The glorious, loyal, deadly, traitorous Athena. The poor woman looked exhausted. She turned to Caliban with no hate in her eyes, which Caliban did not deserve.

“Because he knows what’s best for himself,” Athena spoke softly but intensely. “And so do I.” The general turned to leave the room.

Caliban could not allow that. She… She wanted Athena to stay. Stay with her. Why wouldn’t anyone stay? Why wouldn’t anyone listen?! She’s not insane! She’s not dangerous! She shouldn’t be stuck down here! They’ll leave her here to rot. No, no, no, the queen of nightmares will not rot before her traitors do. This traitor will not leave.

The Queen stepped forward and her restraints tensed immediately, chain pulling against chain. Her head rolled forward, as though she had little control of her own body, as though she was possessed. The Queen was a caged animal. With a sudden and very raw anger, she screamed.

“ATHENAAAAA!”

The general stopped, bracing her weapon, but did not turn to the animal.

“YOU ARE NOT SO PURE.”

From the moisture in the air and the water sunk into the bricks, the general summoned a fist of water and ice to encase her right hand. It seemed she was preparing for a fight.

“YOU ARE A MONSTER! YOU ARE A MURDERER! YOU ARE A WARRIOR WHO HAS LOST HER FAUX GLORY. YOU HAVE KILLED THOUSANDS AND YOU ARE PRAISED. YOU ARE GIVEN TITLES OF RENOWN. BUT YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE IMPURE.”

The general spoke lowly, something unreadable clouding her face. “I never said I was pure.”

“YOU TAKE AWAY MY SON AND EXPECT ME TO SIT HERE. WAITING FOR SOME SAVIOR.”

The general took a deep breath…. Athena kept walking away. But the Queen could still see her. The Queen continued to scream after her. She could not stop herself.

“ATHENA. WHAT MAKES ME DIFFERENT FROM THE SOLDIERS YOU HAVE KILLED IN BATTLE? WERE THEY NOT FILII LIKE YOUR ELITES? WERE SOME NOT CHILDREN? WERE THEY NOT SIMPLY ON THE WRONG SIDE?”

Athena kept walking.

“I ONLY ASK, ATHENA, WHAT I’M CERTAIN OUR FELLOW LEADERS HAVE ASKED YOU.

“I STAND ON THE WRONG SIDE.

“WHY HAVE YOU NOT KILLED ME?!”

The Queen fell to her knees, having lost the battle against her metal restraints. But her corrupted eyes remained trained on Athena’s figure in the hallway, which had stopped moving. The Queen finally remained silent.

…Athena returned to the room. She walked over to the Queen, standing over her while the infected woman sat in her shadow. The Queen stared up at her old friend with her furious red eyes.

“...We have not killed you because we so desperately wish to save you,” whispered the general, leaning down closer. “I vowed long ago to never kill without reason. To never take a life that could be salvaged.” She still held her weapon in her hands and weariness in her eyes. This was what she came here for.

The general stood back up, straighter. “...I am sorry, Caliban. More than you know.” She gripped the weapon tighter. “Let me grant you peace.” This was what she came here for.

And yet, she saw something shift in the Queen’s eyes. When the fury faded, her eyes held only immense tiredness. And yet she smiled softly. Caliban bowed her head.

Athena looked down upon her. “...Tell me truthfully, Caliban… Did the Darkness really help you?”

Caliban bowed further. Her friend heard pain in her voice. “Please kill me….”

Athena’s eyes widened, she could hear her own heart beating. After only a second of consideration, she took the risk of wrapping her best friend in a hug. Caliban could not return it with the chains around her wrists still pulling, but she leaned into the Aquamarijn, savoring this last comfort, this last moment of lucidity. When Athena spoke, her voice was small and quiet, “I’m so sorry, Cal.”

Then, there was silence for a long time. “...Rest well for us…” Athena whispered. She raised her weapon behind Caliban’s back. The Galben did not brace herself for pain or death. All she did was nod, still leaning on her friend. Athena felt Caliban’s warm tears fall onto her shoulder.

“...Tell Griffin…” Caliban said when she decided she should speak, “...I’m sorry.”

“I will, I will. We love you so much.” Athena let the embrace linger for a minute longer.

“... You were wonderful.”

The final blow was swift and simple, to her back. Athena dropped her weapon right after, wrapping both arms around Caliban. The Galben did not scream. She died as she lived.

In pain.

But loved.

Athena laid her body down gently. She didn’t try to stop any tears from falling. Taking Caliban’s hand, she sat next to her for a little while. Grieving. The Galben looked at peace, despite the scars of Darkness… Athena stared at her face, thinking of it all. Their laughter, their joy, their girl’s nights. Their fights and disagreements, their friendship growing deeper. The Darkness. The glowing lights on Caliban’s dress and jewelry slowly dulled. It pained Athena.

She didn’t have to watch, she knew. But she would anyway. Caliban was her best friend. Athena would sit and stay until she was completely gone. So she sat.

Amadeo, Chief Violetto, walked slowly through the underground hallways of the Outpost with a crossbow in hand. He wanted to be safe, in case Athena had been unable to handle the Nightmare Queen. He doubted that she would fail—she was the one who suggested this, after all—but… just in case. He hesitantly poked his head through the open doorway and scanned the room for any sign of a struggle or fight. There was none. Then he saw Athena, with Caliban in her arms.

“...Athena?” he whispered.

Athena did not look up.

Amadeo walked in further. The cell was so isolated. So dark and wet. They’d all regretted placing Caliban here. But her behavior was just becoming too erratic. He saw Athena sitting quietly, staring at the Filia Galben, who looked to merely be asleep. But the scars… They’d looked so shallow, but they’d run so deep. Amadeo knelt down next to both of them, facing the back wall.

“...We’ll miss her,” he said.

Athena gave a small nod. “Always.” She felt guilt. But she knew this kill was in mercy. Caliban’s last words rang in her head. Please kill me. I’m sorry.

Amadeo relaxed his shoulders and set his crossbow down away from the women. There was pain in him. There was always pain in him, but there were times when it became clearer. This was one of those times. “There was no fight?”

“...She asked me to end it herself.”

He leaned back and looked at the ceiling. “She was still there?”

Athena was silent for a moment. “Do you think… we still could have saved her?”

Amadeo had been in Athena’s position before. He took a deep breath. “...No. Whatever was left of her… It was just suffering…. You saved her.”

…Athena brought one of Caliban’s hands to her face, placing it on her cheek. It was already cold against her skin. “...How is Griffin…?”

The Chief Violetto sighed and looked back down to the wall. “Vaughn is comforting him. He knows this was all we could do.” He frowned sadly. “We won’t be able to give him a proper coronation. …But I don’t think it matters at this point.”

“There is nothing to rule over…” Athena said. Four. There were four Filii Galben left. Amadeo rubbed his face. He was… exhausted. They all were exhausted.

“...Where will we bury her?” Athena asked quietly.

“...I don’t know if we should with all that Darkness, Ath…”

Right, Athena thought.

“We could… ask the Rojos to cremate her?” Amadeo suggested. “It’s just… The Royal Galben tombs are unreachable…”

Slowly, Athena nodded.

“...I’m sorry. You were closer to her than any of us.”

Athena… gave a small smile. Amadeo assumed the gesture was meant for his sake, but she still stared at the corpse. “It is alright. I would rather her be at peace than in pain. Even if by my own hand.” But she had cried and would again. She grieved for every kill she committed. Amadeo knew.

He thought and thought in their silence. About the World Beyond and Below. About his fellow leaders. About death and sadness. He didn’t cry for Caliban, he couldn’t. He had no tears left in him. He thought about Pietro. How Amadeo had held his body in the same way Athena held Caliban’s. How the same thoughts had run through his head. How doomed and ruined everything felt.

But he had allies now…. He was not alone in an old, corrupted village. They would all comfort Athena. They would all honor Caliban somehow. Griffin would be given the title he deserved. They would all continue to try.

He shut his eyes and stood, grabbing his crossbow. “I will… go inform King Rei.”

“Alright.”

He… he walked away. And Athena was alone again. With a body that was slowly getting cold. More tears fell.

#this is definitely still rough around the edges and awkward in places #but finally being able to properly express these scenes is INCREDIBLE #a goal finally reached #now to expand on it #ruined reality #ruined reality au #Queen Caliban Valentina #General Athena Proxima #RR yellow leader #RR Griffin #General Proxima #btw both yellow leader and proxima are women here #and Griffin is the yellow leader’s son #*grabs you* work with me here #suspend your disbelief

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greyghoulclub · 2 years ago

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Mean Steve has taken over my brain so have this.

Ship: Harringrove

Fandom: stranger things.

Tw: homophobic slurs, period-typical homophobia. Period typical talk about women. internalised homophobia.

R-18, billy antis dni.

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It was rumoured that “King Steve” was an absolute beast in the sack, but he was also an asshole who never came back for a second date. Whoring his way through the female population of Hawkins High.

Seemed like every girl had something to say about the king, be it negative or the hopeful ones that think they could change him.

Billy knew that type of guy and met his fair share back in California. They were the type of guy to call him a faggot after they had “experimented” with him. Wam, bam, thanks fag. Billy didn’t expect to meet one in bumfuck Indiana, he figured they were still god-fearing farm folk. Well, some were god-fearing. Not farm folk though.

The only time Billy ever interacted with Steve Harrington was in gym where they were both on the basketball team. Harrington had been the point guard his whole high school career and hadn’t taken kindly to Billy snatching the position from under his nose.

“But coach! I’ve been the guard for at least four years now,” he had complained with the air of a spoiled brat who always got his way.

Coach Roberts had ignored Harrington’s protests and gave a dismissal hand wave. Steve looked ready to murder the basketball coach on the spot.

“It’s not all that bad Harrington, at least you’re still on the team,” Billy smirked as he passed the other boy on the way to the locker room. Billy never claimed to not be an asshole, but Harrington needed to be knocked down a couple, maybe a few pegs. He knew he’d probably pay for that remark later but it was too good to resist. “You could always be a water boy if you can’t keep up.”

The rest of the guys were goofing off in the locker room as usual, talking about the last party that Tina had held. Some of them were bragging about the mystery girl that gave them some head, other were taking about how they had managed to bed a girl.

“Duuude, Sophie Davis is a freak man, wanted me to pull her hair when I fucked her from behind.” The other meatheads guffawed.

Billy ignored them, not only because he just wasn’t interested in whatever flavour of the week Danny Jonson had managed to trick into sleeping with him, but also because he was very aware that Steve was there too. Steve had been eyeing him up like a predator eyes some poor rabbit for its dinner. It had to be for the comment Billy made earlier. Not for anything else, as much as Billy wanted it to be.

Because Billy Hargrove had the biggest crush on Steve Harrington and he hated himself for it. He couldn’t help but be attracted to him, even though he was the biggest asshole Billy had ever met. It was kind of pathetic in a way, that Billy would try and piss Harrington off so he had reason to talk to him. It was pathetic in the way that Billy looked forward to his little cat-fights with Harrington.

He carefully minded his own business, getting showered and changed, not talking to any of the other guys. He was just going to get his stuff and leave. He left the locker room with a sigh of relief, the cool January air hitting his face. Fumbled with his lighter and took a drag of a cigarette. Max was going to stay at a friend’s after school so he had time to kill. He had a baggie of weed from the dealer Munson, he was going to go to the quarry and smoke on his own.

"Hey, Hargrove, what the hell was that on the court?"

Billy turned to see a furious Harrington standing behind him. His eyes were almost black with anger. Most of Billy's brain was saying get ready to fight, but a more minor part, probably what controlled his dick said "he's hot when he's angry". Harrington got up real close in his personal space, they'd be able to touch their noses together if Billy didn't have a hand between them.

"The fuck do you want Harrington?" Billy tried his best to sound annoyed, but his dumb horny brain kept telling him that he should drop to his knees and suck Harrington dry right the fuck now.

"You think you're hot shit now you're the point guard?" Harrington was staring him directly in the eyes, brown meeting blue, Harrington was close enough that Billy could feel his hot breath on his skin.

"Not my fault that coach thinks I'd be better. You hicks should be thankful that I joined the team, now you can actually win a tournament for once," Billy squared his shoulders ready for a punch from Harrington but it never came. Harrington came for a fight, right?

"Meet me at the quarry." Harrington spat at him, "9pm." and with that, he stormed off back to where the other guys were congregating. Billy figured that Harrington wanted to beat his ass in private, either that or he's got some performance anxiety.

Guess he was gonna meet Harrington at the quarry at 9pm.

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It was cold as shit at the quarry, the temperature dipping to at least 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Billy could see his breath in the air, Harrington better get here soon because he was freezing his balls off. He lit up his third cigarette of the evening, if Harrington wasn't here by the time he finished it, Billy was going to leave.

His eyes darted about the complete blackness of the road, waiting, hoping for any sign of that red beemer that Harrington drove. As much as he knew Harrington was pissed at him, he hoped that the other boy would also have hope for something else. Something more like... a relationship? No. Harrington had too much to lose if people knew he was a fag, it was social suicide around Hawkins. And word would probably get back to Neil and that would not end well for Billy.

A car came to a stop beside the Camaro. Billy didn't need to look to know who it was.

"What took you so long pretty boy?" Billy blew out smoke through his nose and crushed the cigarette butt underneath his boot. Filled with bravado and some dutch courage he faced Harrington.

"Figured you wouldn't actually show up, guess I was wrong." the other boy had a grin on his face that didn't look like Harrington's. It didn't feel genuine, it felt like a shark cornering its prey.

Billy took another cigarette from his pocket and put it in the corner of his mouth, "what do you want Harrington?" he huffed, getting impatient.

"You think you're hot shit or something?" Harrington got up in Billy's personal space, trying to intimidate him. Billy could smell the tobacco on Harrington's breath.

"I don't think I am Harrington, I know I am," Billy blew smoke into Harrington's face. If it did anything, Harrington didn't let it show. "you acting all pissy about coach making me the point guard? Pathetic amigo."

Hands grabbed the front of his shirt, and pushed him back against the hood of his car. Oh, Harrington was pissed.

"I'm not fucking pathetic," he spat. They were close enough that Billy could see Harrington's eyelashes. One part of Billy was ready to fight, ready to knock this privileged asshole down a few pegs. Another part was kinda happy at this. Billy wouldn't admit it out loud but he had seen Harrington's dick in the showers plenty of times and little Harrington wasn't so little. Great, all Billy needed at this point was a boner.

"Coulda fooled me with your little temper tantrum," Billy smirked. The mantra of "don't get a boner, don't get a boner" repeating in his head until,

"Are you fucking hard right now?"

Billy's stomach dropped. He either just wanted Harrington to punch him in the face and call him a fag, or to combust on the spot. Harrington was quiet, his hands slightly loosened.

"Harrington, let go of me," Billy mumbled, all the fire from moments before extinguished. But the other boy didn't.

"I know you look at me in the showers, are you that desperate for some action huh? You want my dick so bad?" Harrington slotted his leg in between Billy's and it took all of Billy's willpower to not just start grinding against Harrington's leg.

"Why so tense Billy? I thought you liked this shit?" Billy could hear the grin on Harrington's voice, he was very pointedly trying not to look at Harrington before he did something he'd regret. Harrington pressed his leg in further and Billy couldn't help but whimper.

Harrington gripped his hair and pulled to expose his neck, Billy was very aware that Harrington was leaning in, he swallowed the anxiety that bubbled in his throat. Harrington started to kiss and lick up the side of Billy's neck, sucking at the crook where his neck met his shoulder.

Billy whined at the feeling, if Harrington kept this up he was going to be bending over the camaro for him.

"You whine like a fucking bitch, think if I actually kissed you, you'd cum in your pants?" Harrington chuckled against Billy's shoulder, slipping a hand down between them to palm at his own bulge. With how tense Billy was right now, he no doubt that if he even got a tiny bit of friction on his dick he'd cum. But he knew how this worked, the other guy got his rocks off and then leave. Billy just had to pretend it didn't hurt.

Billy walked Harrington a little bit away from the car so he had room to get to his knees, he mouthed at the clothed bulge in front of him, revelling in how it made Harrington moan. He unzipped the other boy's jeans and took out his dick. Harrington's dick was even more impressive close up, a thick nest of pubes at the top that had a musky scent that filled Billy's nostrils.

"Come on man, I'm getting blue balls here," Harrington pushed Billy's head towards his crotch, his breath stuttering with anticipation.

Harrington shouted when Billy started to suck on the tip, tongue working circles around it, hand on Harrington's hip to stop him from thrusting into his throat. Harrington was making breathy little moans, a stark contrast from his earlier shout. Billy took this as a cue to start taking Harrington further into his mouth. He felt hands in his hair again to encourage him to go further.

"So good..." Harrington whispered, tilting his head back, his adam's apple bobbing with each breath he took. He pulled Billy back down when he pulled back and make small movements with his hips to get himself further down Billy's throat.

"Nancy never did this for me, too much of a priss..." Harrington grunted as he thrusted, "you're so good Billy, you just let me fuck your throat."

Billy had tears in the corners of his eyes as Harrington fucked his throat, all he could do was grip onto Harrington's hips and hope to whatever deities were out there that he didn't gag. His own dick was straining against his jeans, begging for some form of touch. Harrington pressing his thigh in between his legs seemed so long ago now.

"Don't touch yourself yet," Steve said in between grunts when he saw Billy trying to sneak away a hand to palm at himself. "Not until I've cum." Harrington's voice got more strained the closer he got. His movements got jerkier and his grip on Billy's hair got tighter.

"God, fuck, I'm gonma cum," Harrington thrusted one last time and held Billy there as he came down Billy's throat. Billy had no choice in swallowing it all. Harrington pulled out and tucked himself back in his jeans and helped Billy up.

"Gotta reward you for letting me fuck your throat right? Harrington slipped a hand into his jeans and Billy almost cried at finally getting some relief, keening and whimpering as Harrington jerked him off. Harrington went hard and fast, when Billy came he felt like he had no bones.

Harrington wiped his hand on Billy's jeans and turned to Billy and gripped his jaw, "now you don't tell anyone about this fag, got it?" and then he shoved Billy to the cold, hard ground.

The tears finally fell when Harrington drove away.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mean!steve harrington #s1 steve x s2 billy #tw homophobia #tw homophobic slur #my fics #billy antis dni

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wheeler-things · 2 years ago

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No, no, but this is such a good point!

Also, Steve kind of sucked until he was no longer in a leadership position (ie. he goes from being King Steve to just being Steve and we see this transition happening in s2).

Similarly with Eddie, he’s shown to be at his worst when he’s in his Leader of Hellfire position, and at his best when he’s participating as part of a team later in the season.

Hell! Dustin’s trying to be a leader this season and it makes him objectively worse (not as a character, because I actually love it though it makes me scared for him, but as a person to be around, like, all the older teens are so over it and this subtly causes conflict) because nobody is tempering his ego/nobody else for him to turn to for support like there usually was in previous seasons— in s1 and s2 he was tempered by the fact that he actually respects Mike’s judgements and in s3 we started to see more of this Dustin but Hopper was able to put his foot down at the end of the season and modulate Dustin’s plan).

Even at the lab, Brenner, as the leader, is presented to us as the most culpable regardless of the people below him also participating in his wrongs. This makes Owens interesting because he has always been a sort of morally grey/questionable character but it also seems like he was less of an effective leader than Brenner even if Brenner and him were technically equals by s4, so I’m curious what we’ll see from Owens later (but even in s2, we see the doctors fighting with him in ways I cannot imagine them similarly fighting with Brenner).

The Mayor is corrupt.

The General in s4 is blatantly the bad guy.

Hell! Henry Creel was sympathetic or at least understandable as a child/as someone in the lab without power, but as soon as he HAS the power, he uses it for evil. And he’s at his worst when he is, functionally, the leader of the Upside Down.

The only people I can think of that we see in leadership roles who are not shown to be horrible are:

1) Chrissy (but we never see her acting as a leader to her team, so we’re only assuming she’s good at it because she’s nice, but being too nice can also be a flaw for a leader as well so this is inconclusive)

2) Callahan and Powell (but they have no authority— ultimately, they fail as leaders, despite being decent enough as the new heads of the police station, because they do not have the ability to command respect, which is why Jason, an actual leader, is able to storm in and take over control of the town meeting from them in a way that would never have happened if Hopper were there)

3) the principal from s1 (we simply don’t see enough of him to be able to judge, but he doesn’t seem to be very effective at controlling his students if nothing else because nobody ever gets punished for any of their antics in s1 and we don’t see what punishments Mike receives besides from his parents between s1 and s2– certainly he hasn’t created an environment where the kids feel comfortable talking to him)

Hopper is, I think, also kind of an example, but a more complicated one. He starts the show as a pretty poor chief, because of his alcoholism and general depression. This makes him dismissive, rude, and prone to using his authority to shirk his duties. In s2, he’s better but I’d note that he’s not perfect! Then in s3, he essentially disappears (not necessarily WRONG but functionally an abdication of his leadership role for at least a bit), also there’s that whole thing with him beating answers out of the mayor which I personally hate for a multitude of reasons, but which illustrates very clearly a large number of Hopper’s flaws as a leader (impatience, being prone to fits of anger and sometimes violence, etc). And a lot of this can actually be traced back to his conflict with Mike, funnily enough! Hopper’s not in touch with his emotions (honestly, after his daughter’s death, he probably intentionally severed that connection in himself— and because of the toxic masculinity he was brought up in, it was probably already a pretty loose connection to start with). Joyce tries to help him with this but he struggles to understand, so he falls back on inappropriately threatening Mike (yes, I think there’s also some combative dissonance in Hopper thee because he trusts and respects Mike in the battlefield so it’s hard to have Mike now acting up to his face like a bratty teen, but I do also think it’s filtered through this extreme discomfort with emotional vulnerability). And when does Hopper finally shed this? When he’s not the leader, in a Russian prison, in s4.

And then that just leaves Mike! Who is FASCINATING, because Mike Wheeler is at his best when he’s acting as the leader of the group, and his worst when he falls back and lets others direct things. Mike is a good leader for exactly the reasons you state— he doesn’t demand that anyone treat him that way (but he speaks with authority when he is confident of what he’s saying), he doesn’t generally insist on things being his way with no reason (though he’s not always good at explaining his reasons because he’s not perfect at ALL) and he listens to trusted council (Dustin, Will, Lucas, and El in particular— though I imagine an hope Max also counts on this list at this point we just didn’t see much of them in s4). And when he’s in his element, leading properly, the plot rewards him/the whole team because when he’s in that position, the team always wins. But as you point out, Mike gets taken for granted. His contributions are assumed. When his leadership is at its best, that’s seen as Mike being Mike and participating to the bare minimum of what can be expected of him, and when anything goes wrong, it’s on him.

So the fact that Will depicts Mike’s shield with a crowned heart? Extremely interesting, seeing as crowns, in heraldry, almost always indicate royalty/a reining monarch. So if Mike’s emblem is a crowned heart, then that doesn’t just mean that he’s the Heart of the Party (or just Will as the case may be), but also implies that he is, functionally, the King as well.

thinking about "why am i the bad guy" again and. uhm. all the other leader characters are the bad guys. angela. troy. jason. even eddie, to some extent, with how manipulative he was in that first scene. what does it mean. that mike's the only one who's given that level of trust and doesn't immediately abuse it? jason didn't listen when patrick said they should back off the hellfire club. troy didn't listen when his friend told him the cliff thing wasn't a good idea. eddie didn't listen when mike and dustin said they wanted to postpone dnd. dustin's "the party is a democracy" is like, kind of bullshit, but it's not a dictatorship either. they actually listen to each other. something something mike being taken for granted

#also the ‘King abandoned his kingdom on an important quest but keeps getting waylaid on the path home and returns to find his home broken’#concept?#that’s a Thing #that’s so much of a Thing it traces back to the Odyssey #and that’s basically Mike’s s4 plot #:)#mike wheeler

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dejwritesarchived · 3 years ago

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SPOTTED — msby black jackals volleyball star atsumu miya following pop princess (y/n) around like a poor innocent puppy. seems like the twin’s tail is stuck in between his legs now that princess (y/n) sank her teeth into him. #hisfriends&hisdadhateher

— atsumu miya x reader ( corruption kink, nepotism child!reader, singer!reader, dom!reader, sub!atsumu, handjob, mean!reader, manipulation, sexist jokes, reader calls atsumu 'tsumu', mentions of pubes, gaslighting, spit kink, bathroom sex )

theme song(s): crybaby, megan thee stallion ft da baby + dark red, steve lacy

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL MASTERLIST.

YOU STOOD WITH SUNGLASSES ON AS YOU WERE WAITING FOR ATSUMU TO PICK YOU UP FROM THE AIRPORT. You felt annoyed at the fact that you were stuck at the airport for over forty-five minutes, hoping no one recognized you as you sipped on coffee and went through your social media pages and other websites. Particularly Gossip Girl, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and remember the post they wrote about you. How could they say those things about you? And people were agreeing with it. Perhaps your post wasn’t as bad as that supermodel Hakkai’s post. They called him a manwhore that can’t walk straight.

You don't understand people sometimes. Why was it that it was okay to write those things about people like them? But when you said something back, you were the bad guy? You were the one labeled as a bitch or hard to work with. It made you laugh. Being one of the most popular pop singers in the world became more stressful considering the bizarre comparison with stars like Dua Lipa and Ariana Grande. And guess who was seen as the tyrant between you three? You.

Your phone started to ring and you saw your manager calling you, you answered it with a quickness. “I still can’t believe you decided to go to freakin’ Japan. Even though his friends hate you,” Your manager said.

“Do they hate me? If they did, they would have made him dump me,” You responded bluntly.

“You have that much of a charm on the guy,” Your manager said.

“I wouldn’t say that, he has a charm on me also,” You said. You found yourself smiling a bit even thinking about your boyfriend.

“Just don’t let your temper get the best of you. They don’t know the real you,” Your manager explained.

You let out a sigh, “Okay, I won’t. I mean, it’s just dinner with his friends.”

“And dinner with your famous volleyball player's friends can be intense, especially considering his family already don’t like you.” Your manager soon adds.

“Okay in my defense, I think they’re just upset he’s been spending more time with me than them. I can’t control that,” You bluntly admitted.

You heard your manager let out a chuckle, “Everything isn’t about you hun,” They admitted.

“Gossip Girl says otherwise. That website is spreading lies about me and because small-minded people rather read gossip, of course, they’re going to believe that page over me. Do you know how embarrassing it is having Jimmy Kimmel make a joke about who I slept with? That’s why I’m the bitch I am today. Perhaps women should be angry some more, maybe just maybe misogyny would be banished if we were a little angrier,” You ranted.

You could hear your manager let out a sigh. “Just enjoy dinner with Atsumu’s friends and please behave. I’m running out of ‘Y/N is deeply sorry’ basket ideas to give out and the label is tired of giving out hush money,” Your manager warned.

You glanced up seeing Atsumu walk toward you and you couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a smirk. “Tsumu’ here, I’ll behave.” You quickly said before hanging up.

Those were the last words you told your manager before hours later you found yourself clutching at the bathroom sink trying to consume your anger. You inhaled sharply and exhaled. You even did the counting trick your infamous actress of a mother taught you to do when your emotions were getting the best of you. You didn’t expect to meet Atsumu’s friends today, but here you were in his brother’s restaurant hiding away after a comment was made about your embarrassing interview a couple of weeks ago.

You chewed at your tongue to spit out harsh words, but instead, you pushed yourself from the table to excuse yourself to the ladies' room. “Everything is going to be okay, just take a deep breath. You do—”

Your words were cut off by your boyfriend’s voice, “You don’t have to snap at everyone. That’s the reason you’re labeled as a bitch in the first place.” He finished.

You looked at him as he slowly crept his way into the room being sure to make sure no one saw him. You rolled your eyes at him before going back to washing your hands for what seemed like the third time.

“You’re okay?” Atsumu asked.

“Of course, I’m not.”

“It was just a little joke Y/N.”

“But jokes are supposed to be funny. It wasn’t funny. I already have the world constantly trying to berate me, I don’t need your friends doing it also,” You sneered. “They don’t like me.”

Atsumu was quiet for a second, his lips parted to speak but you interrupted him quickly.

“And you didn’t even bother to defend me. So much of a boyfriend you are?” You snapped.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fuckin’ stubborn and acting like a diva then they’ll like you! It was a harmless joke, which he apologized for right after. You’re just on edge because of that Gossip Girl post.” Atsumu argued. “The way you’re acting right now, clearly shows people what the blog is saying is true.”

His words cut you like a harsh knife as you looked at him. You were so shocked at his words, that you didn’t know what to say. You could feel how intense the moment was between the two of you after the harsh words that were spread between the two of you. You never expected Atsumu to raise his voice at you, he had never done that before. You could even tell it took him by shock. Like clockwork, instead of acknowledging Atsumu’s words, you ignored them. You’ve noticed you did that a lot, completely ignored his side of an argument. Afraid to admit that you were wrong.

Your lips pouted out as you looked at him, “Tsumu, I’m ready to go home. Can we go?” You innocently asked. You leaned up to place subtle kisses against his chiseled jawline.

“But babe—“ His words were cut off when he felt the palm of your hand rub against his crotch.

“Please.” Your voice oozed with manipulation, your lips placed a peck on Atsumu’s lips.

“I just think we need to cool down from the situation,” You said lowly as you stepped closer to him.

“And we need to go home to do that?” He questioned. “You just don’t want to be around my friends.”

“Why would I want to be?” You asked out loud. “I have nothing in common with them.”

“They’re a part of me. I’m not saying you have to act just like them or like the same things they like. I would just appreciate it if you guys got along,” Atsumu explained calmly.

You thought about it for a second as you met his gaze. He was giving you that same puppy dog look he gave you when he wanted something. His thick eyebrows knitted together and his lips formed the same pout that was plastered on your face.

“Fine but first,” Your head motioned to the stall. Now it was time for you to pout again.

“Seriously? You want to do it here, in my brother’s restaurant bathroom?” Atsumu said.

Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip as you were backing into one of the stalls slowly. Your index finger motion for the volleyball player to follow you. “At least let me make you feel good.” You suggested.

Atsumu’s ears perked up like a dog hearing its favorite chew toy being squeezed. His feet glided against the bathroom floor as he followed you into the stall. Your lips instantly crashed into his once the stall door was closed and locked. It was insane how much you had a charm on the guy. Although, from the bottom of your heart you knew it was wrong. There were times when you said some things and did some things to get Atsumu practically eating out your palm. Only cause you were afraid that he won’t look at you the same. That he’ll look at you the same way the people who wrote horrible things about you looked at you.

Your hand instantly went to undo his pants. Pushing them down slightly to release Atsumu out of his boxes. You were so eager to stroke his cock, wanting to feel the feeling of Atsumu’s dick growing hard in the palm of your hand. Not wasting any time as your fingertips stroked at his pink shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Atsumu lets out a relaxed sigh as he let his body slump against the bathroom stall. You would free your hand from his cock holding it up to his mouth. “Spit.” You simply said.

“What?” The volleyball player asked confusedly.

“Just do what I say,” You urged. “Spit.”

You heard your boyfriend sigh before he’s spitting in the palm of your hand that previously was clutching his thick member. The wet substance pooling in the palm of your hand before you guide it to his dick. Atsumu’s dick was pretty. You loved giggling about it in your friends' group chat when you were off about six mimosas after brunch. Even on days where he didn’t trim, his dick still sat pretty when he was rock hard. The feeling of his cock hardening in the palm of your hand was amazing. If you weren’t a cocky superstar, you would even admit that it was a better feeling than holding your fourth Grammy. Although, he was more of a grower than a shower. When he was growing, he would grow. It was thick enough to have your lips gasp apart when he bottomed down inside you. His tip was a nice mushroom shape that looked pleasant when it glistened with precum. And he even jokingly would tell you that he and his twin brother Osamu have an identical vein on their cocks that seem to only appear when they’re hard.

The pornographic sound of you stroking Atsumu’s cock bounced off the walls in the bathroom. You loved teasing your boyfriend a bit, deciding to flick your wrist in a slow-motion that caused his voice to get whiny just the way you like it. Occasionally when you gave him Lil teasing handjobs, he’ll even place those large hands over yours to help you guide his cock at a pace he wanted. When he did that, your panties instantly grew soaked at the action. But right now, you wanted to take it at the pace you wanted.

“Y/N,” Atsumu whined as his hips bucked upward into your palm.

Hearing your name from his mouth made your heart beat faster before you flickered your wrist up and down his cock at the pace he liked. You watched as his face grew as red as the Chanel purse you carried today. He was a whining mess right in front of you and you were loving every moment of it.

Despite the gossip articles about how you didn’t care for Atsumu. That you were only dating him for popularity. No one knew that you could read the volleyball player like a book. You knew him, you knew his mind, and of course, you knew his body. You knew that the lower part of his abdomen always quivered when he was about to cum. His hips always buck recklessly just so he can shoot thick strings of cum either inside you or on you. The heat of the moment in the small bathroom stall was so intense, that you could see Atsumu’s eyes water with tears of pleasure as he let out a breathy moan. His head fell back to be met with the stall walls. “Y/N, fuck—“ his words were interrupted by the sound of the women’s bathroom door being pushed open.

Your free hand instantly clasped over Atsumu’s mouth, shushing the moans that he wanted to spit out. The two of you could hear two women chattering in the bathroom, most likely touching up their makeup. Your wrist flickered up and down in a slow-motion that caused Atsumu’s chest to cave inward. He was trying to control his breathing so he wouldn’t cum just yet.

“Go ahead and cum, I don’t care.” You whispered as you were pooling up all the saliva in your mouth. “You’re so close to cumming baby and I would hate to leave you like this.”

You would give your boyfriend a flirtatious wink as you would then let your spit out your mouth to drop on Atsumu’s cock. The wetness hitting his cock and your hand to add more lubrication to it. You continued to work Atsumu’s cock, hand gliding up and down in a quick motion as he squirmed in your touch.

“Did you see Y/N at that table? I can’t believe that guy is with her. The tabloids say she’s a horrible person.” You heard one of the women say.

Your ears grew hot hearing your name fall off their tongue, but you didn’t stop jerking Atsumu off. Especially given that his eyebrows were curled together and his face was growing red indicating that he was about to cum.

“You should give your number to one of his friends so they can give it to him. I’m giving maybe a month or a week before they break up.” The other woman said, letting out a giggle.

You felt Atsumu’s body tense up and your thumb instantly placed on the one hole that was stopping the thick creamy substance from oozing out his cock. His eyes grew big at the move you made, you never denied him of his orgasm. Not like this.

“I want to hear what she says,” You whispered, your head motioning to the woman behind the closed stall door.

“Hmmm, I would look better on his arm than her.” The woman laughed. “We should do that, let’s go.”

Just in time, you let go of Atsumu’s cock and your hand freed itself from covering his mouth. Atsumu let out a loud groan of pleasure as his hips bucked into your hand letting his cum shoot out effortlessly. You could hear scandalous gasps behind the stall before you’re unclenching yourself from Atsumu’s cock and coming out the stall.

Your head held high as you pushed in between the two now silent women to wash Atsumu’s cum off your hands. You didn’t say a word as you dried your hands and soon wet a couple of paper towels. You walked over to the stall Atsumu most likely was embarrassingly sunken in, giving him the paper towels to clean himself up with before he soon was stumbling out the stall line a hormonal teenager wanting more.

The two women's eyes grew big as they scattered to leave the room, one instantly going to text on her phone. Your lips curled into a smirk as you turned to look at Atsumu, your lips curling into a smile.

“Can we go home now Tsumu?” You once again asked as you stepped forward to fix the pants he was wearing. He had forgotten to zip his zipper and while doing the small task, you were sure to let your fingertips graze over his crotch.

“Sure, just let me go say bye to the guys first. You can just wait in the car,” Atsumu stuttered out. His face is shaded with a bright red color before he’s leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

You would give him your infamous smile before twirling around to leave the bathroom with him. You always will have Atsumu wrapped around your fingers, no matter what Gossip Girl said, his friends, your friends, anyone. Just as you made your way to the exit, you knew everyone was glancing at their phone at the sudden Gossip Girl post.

SPOTTED — Our favorite pop singer Y/N still has her boy toy wrapped around her fingers. Too bad Atsumu friends, she’s here to stay.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

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gracegrove · 2 years ago

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Thinking about a harringrove au

Where Steve is on the Hawkins High ballroom dance team.

Maybe he started out young. His parent's attempt to get him in with the right families in town. Maybe he was also slow to socialize as a kid and they kinda threw him into this activity because it seemed the most suitable for the kind of upper crust life his father has always been aiming for...

Now years later Steve still competes. Is pretty damn good actually. The school team has gone to state comps twice with him on the team.

Long legs and a sweeping stride. He's grace on the floor.

Billy thought he was a push over in gym. Literally. Took any and every kind of ball from Steve's hands. Tripped him, taunted him, crowded him and shoved him. Steve was not a sportsman and Billy knew it.

He was on his way out of the building when a room to the side of the gym pricked his attention. He never paid it much mind before as he only ever saw girls heading in there for aerobics classes. But this was different.

Soft dulcet music was wafting through it's open doors, beckoning him.

He was honestly shocked at what he saw.

Steve and that blonde, What's-her-face, from 3rd period were dancing. But not even dancing really. It was like they were floating.

Tucking himself in tight against the doorframe, Billy watched them.

How could someone with such piss poor ball control... Someone who couldn't even plant his feet. Be good at anything that required coordination?

Steve looked so light on his feet. Dreamy even. As he shifted his partner into a spin, pulling her in close. Her back against his chest as they waltzed in broad motions across the room. Their eyes fixed on one another.

Billy's nose crinkled. Lips pulled taught to avoid an inevitable quiver. He exhaled sharply, feeling his chest pull tight and swell with a heady anger.

He wanted those chocolate brown eyes on him. He wanted those nimble fingers on him. He wanted... Him.

As the pair's practice finished and the girl left, Billy waited. Worrying the inside of his cheek nearly raw, his arms crossed tight across his chest.

Exiting the room and flicking off the lights, Steve had his back turned. His bag slung over one shoulder casually.

"Got a real set of twinkle-toes, Pretty boy..." Billy breathed as calmly as he could muster. It came out a bit louder than he intended nonetheless.

Steve looked over his shoulder, rolling his eyes in recognition when he met Billy's.

"Come to break my ankles here too?" Hummed with very little amusement, as he began walking towards the school doors.

"Will you show me how to do that?" Billy asked abruptly. His face flushing.

Steve looked at him suspiciously a moment, but then his expression softened.

"For the Formal...?" He asked.

Suppressing a balk, Billy swallowed. "Yeh. That damn thing..."

Steve checked his watch. Eyes flitting out towards the parking lot in thought.

"Be here at 4:30 tomorrow."

He looked at Billy's feet.

"and don't wear those..." He pointed at his boots. "Your converse are better for now."

Billy's eyebrows twitched in annoyance. "Got a fuckin problem with my shoes?"

Steve cocked an eyebrow, a hand on his hip.

"you can't move worth shit in those... Dickhead. Wear your sneakers tomorrow."

And with that he gave Billy an exhausted wave and headed out the door.

Billy set his sneakers out early that night. His stomach twisting in excitement. Thinking of all the ways he'd be in Steve's arms tomorrow.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #billy x steve

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belovedharringrove · 2 years ago

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society had a way of creating villains and not even being aware of it. they whined and complained about having villains running around their cities but they never stopped to wonder what they did in order to make villains feel the need to manifest their powers for evil.

after lillian hargrove died under the drunken and angry fists of neil hargrove, billy was never the same. his father (and he used this word for lack of a better term) managed to get away with it by saying that she had been drunk and had fallen down the stairs after a few too many glasses of wine.

billy had known the truth. he had witnessed everything- how his father had thought that she had been cheating, how he beat her and she cried and begged for mercy and for billy to just run run runrunrunrun-

but he had been frozen in fear. he couldn't move. and after his father had finished killing her, he turned and pointed a bloody finger at billy and said "watch yourself or you're next." and billy could do nothing. nothing except stay quiet and let the police and investigators think that he had gone mute from the trauma of losing his mother so suddenly.

and he got bullied for it. he was mocked in school and shoved into lockers and beat up behind the gymnasium and the teachers looked on and did nothing to help and billy was disgusted. but what could he do? he was weak. so weak.

he was powerless.

and suddenly one day, some snotty kid a few classes above him was telling him that his mother probably killed herself to get away from him and billy saw red. he blacked out for a while and let the rage consume him and when he came back, the kid was sobbing and pissing his pants and billy was gripping the kid's forearm but his hand was scorching hot, glowing like molten lava from within. he heard the sound of a teacher approaching and let go like he had been burnt.

everything after that was a blur. they called neil and the kid's parents and they spent hours arguing in the principal's office and billy heard neil say "does my son look like someone with freakish powers?" and a part of him wanted to be happy that neil was defending him, but that little part of him was overshadowed by the disgust he felt toward the man for doing what he did to his momma.

when they got home. neil didn't even wait until the door was shut properly before he turned and started screaming at billy and calmed him slurs and names and billy-

billy found his voice again that day. he told neil to shut up and looked for that burning rage in him that he had felt earlier when faced with the bully's harsh words and he once again let it consume him completely.

he thought of his poor momma begging for mercy, of himself trying to hide from a drunk neil thinking he would be next and he thought of himself getting pushed around at school and all the adults looking at him in disdain when he reacted to their words with quiet anger because that's all he knew. anger was his oldest friend and closest companion. always there with him, ready to step in and take control of him when he was tired.

after a few minutes that felt like years, he came back and looked at the pile of ashes innocently sitting where his father had once been standing. he looked at his home with angry flames consuming it and he laughed and laughed. and the more he laughed, the higher the flames grew. until they consumed it all.

_______

steve harrington was his real name.

steve, who usually went by the hero name 'zephyr'.

apollo stood on the roof of the apartment building, looking down at the alley below and watching in amusement as zephyr did quick work of the two troublemakers.

well, he would call them troublemakers. people just trying to live and get by. zephyr would probably call them thieves but eh, tomato tomato.

when zephyr had both troublemakers tied up and placed them somewhere where the police could easily find them, apollo easily jumped down and let what people called his 'hellfire' cushion his fall.

"good job out there today. has anyone told you that spandex makes your ass look absolutely amazing?" he said and leaned against the wall, smirking when zephyr startled and turned to look at him with wide eyes, blinking a few times and then belatedly scowling at him like he had been taught to in the academy. such a good boy. he was taught to hate villains so he did. he was so obedient that apollo wanted to break him.

"not you again. please get the fuck away from me." zephyr groaned and turned around, probably ready to march away from him and go beat up some other poor thug.

apollo had to hold back the urge to laugh because the brunette always made it so easy to tease him. "now steve, i was just giving you a compliment." he said in a chiding tone and watched the other male turn around in surprise, his jaw dropping as he stared at apollo like he just insulted his grandmother or used his real name on him. which he had.

"how do you know that name? that's classified information." zephyr- steve said in what he probably hoped was a stern tone but to apollo, he just sounded nervous and scared. he couldn't hold back his amused laugh this time, which made steve narrow his eyes at him and quickly get into an attack position.

apollo rolled his eyes at that. "calm down, steve. i'm not gonna fight and besides, you and me both know you could never win against me in the first place. you never plant your feet." he scoffed as he pushed away from the wall and approached the spandex-clad hero, pulling him close before he could even think about pushing him away with a gust of wind.

"and besides," he cooed, caressing the brunette's cheek gently and looking deep into his pretty hazel eyes. "i know everything there is to know about you, steve harrington. i know that your parents neglected you and never loved you so they shipped you off to the academy once your powers manifested. i know that the green maiden- sorry, nancy wheeler broke your heart during your academy days and left you for that photographer guy. i know that you're one of the strongest and well-known heroes in america and despite that, your own protégé and teammates and even the press treat you like you're a moron. and you hate it. you despise it so much that it's eating up your insides because you can't say anything about it. because you're a hero, aren't you, pretty boy?" he kept his voice sympathetic yet mocking as he spoke, watching as steve's eyes widened the more he spoke until he looked so heartbroken and hurt that apollo wanted to just eat him up.

"shut up." the brunette spat but apollo knew it was said in a defensive manner. apollo had clearly touched a nerve and poor steve was hurting and lashing out at him.

apollo knew what that was like.

he simply cupped the brunette's cheek and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "but i can help. join my army and you'll never be treated like that. we'll treat you like a king. i'll treat you like the most important treasure." he whispered and tried not to smirk at the vulnerable look in those pretty, pretty hazel eyes.

steve looked at him like he was torn, like he didn't know what to do and just needed a little bit of guidance.

guidance that apollo would gladly give.

"just say it, pretty boy."

he urged and just as steve opened his mouth to say it, there came the sounds of police sirens and apollo slowly stepped away, still looking right into steve's harrington's eyes.

"think about it. the offer will always be open, you know where to find me." he said and then he was gone in a burst of flames, ignoring zephyr desperately calling for him to come back.

he needed for him to want him and miss him desperately to go looking for him. then and only then would his plan work.

_______

apollo stood in the shadows as he watched the city of hawkins burn, unseen thanks to nox's powers.

"it's healing to see everything just burn, isn't it? i hope carver's rotting somewhere in there." nox said as he stood next to apollo, absentmindedly playing with his long hair with one hand and holding his girlfriend close with the other.

apollo simply smiled, watching as his beloved looked at the flames with wide eyes.

"billy-" he started and apollo simply hushed him and pulled him close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, glad that that nox was so busy cheering for the flames to go higher to notice the slip up.

"hush, love. it all started here. they were the first to hurt you. they deserve this." he murmured and wiped away the tears gathering in those pretty hazel eyes, watching him nod his head and press himself close to apollo, seeking his warmth.

"oh shit, tempest. someone's trying to run." came nox's voice and steve turned to look, his gaze going from pained to furious when he noticed it was the mayor. with a flick of his wrist, a gale was picking the man up and dropping him off in the center of the flames, making nox burst into delighted laughter with a 'good riddance, asshole!', which in turn made frostbite quietly scold nox for his language.

apollo only smiled as he pulled steve closer once again, wrapping an arm around his waist.

he still remembered when everyone had seen steve join their side, the horror and heartbreak on everyone's face as their beloved zephyr saved the life of the biggest villain of the century by throwing the former top hero powerhouse aside with a powerful blast of wind, ignoring his wife's cry of 'jim!' as she rushed to his side.

he fondly recalled how pale the green maiden had gone as she watched steve rush into his arms, sobbing for apollo to please help him make everything go away because he was just so tired of everything.

he sometimes still laughed when he remembered the screams of despair when steve's manifestation mark, visible to everyone on the side of his neck, went from a pure snow white to an ebony black.

the mark of a villain.

back then, apollo simply asked nox to cover their escape as he swept steve up into his arms, relishing in the sounds of despair that followed their disappearance.

america's merry band of baboons, their so-called "superheroes", spent months trying to convince steve to join their side again. every time they said he was making a mistake, apollo held him tighter and told him that he didn't need to listen to them. while they focused all their attention on them, nox managed to get america's sweetheart, the heroine icicle, on their side and laughed as the heroes scrambled to make up for the losses of two of their biggest players.

together, all four of them watched as the media took away steve's former hero name zephyr and dubbed him tempest. they all laughed when nox cheered so hard that he made himself go hoarse when they changed chrissy's hero title and named her frostbite.

after that, apollo spent all his free time convincing steve that he needed to start healing.

"hurt those who hurt you." he told the brunette and at first, steve was hesitant. after being a hero all his life, it was difficult for him to start hurting people. but after watching the green maiden easily declare him and chrissy a lost cause, he stepped into apollo's office one day and simply placed a map of hawkins on his desk.

"i'm hurting those who hurt me." steve said and apollo smirked as he pulled the brunette close to congratulate him for being so brave, pressing kisses to his lips and watching him practically melt in his arms.

and here they were now. hurting those who hurt steve.

after this, they would slowly start targeting the people and the companies that hurt those less fortunate and they would become the most feared villains, hated by the rich but loved by those who were treated unfairly. they would have the whole of america fearing every too-dark shadow and every icy chill. they would have them looking over their shoulders in fear whenever it was too warm and they would flinch at every sudden breeze.

but for now, they stood together as they watched hawkins burn, tired of being treated like garbage and ready to make a change. whether america was ready for it or not.

tagging: @every-dayiwakeup

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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how they react when you walk in covered in blood and carrying a gun ~ mcu

request?: no

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and violence

masterlist (one, two)

*only using the og six plus bucky, wanda and loki because there’s way too many marvel characters rn; also based off of a tiktok by anniedvorak!*

BRUCE BANNER/HULK:

The last person you expected to see when you entered Thor’s room on Sakaar with the intentions of saving him was your boyfriend, Bruce. He had been lost for so long, you had let your heart let go of him. But there he was, stood with a cloth wrapped around his waist after having turned back from the Hulk.

You were tempted to walk back out. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted Bruce to see you - an alien gun in hand and blood splattered over your face and clothes. But it was too late, he was already looking at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/N),” he said, turning to approach you but stopping halfway. You weren’t sure if he had stopped because of the blood or because he was still technically naked. “What are you...what did you...?”

“I’m trying to save Thor,” you responded. “Listen, we don’t have much time. I can explain everything once all of us are off of this planet. Put some pants on, we’re getting out of here.”

~~~~~~

BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER:

You walked in after a surprise run in with the Flag Smashers. Bucky already looked about ready to kill someone, but when you walked through the door of Zemo’s apartment, blood covering your face and your gun clutched tightly in your hand, his face turned red with anger.

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked.

“Flag Smashers,” you breathed in response.

“I’m gonna fucking kill them,” Bucky hissed, abandoning his drink on the counter and making his way to the door.

You put a hand up to stop him. “I think that ship has sailed. This isn’t all my blood.”

Bucky cupped your face in his hands, his face softening as he looked at you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “I just need a shower, and maybe a visit to a hospital or something. They hit me pretty hard, I think I have some bruised ribs or something.”

He kissed your forehead and took your gun from your still shaking hands. Once it was safely put aside, he brought you into the bathroom to help you bathe and to start dressing your wounds.

~~~~~~

CLINT BARTON/HAWEYE:

You were extremely lucky that Clint worked with someone like Natasha regularly, or else he would’ve been much more concerned when you arrived home from work covered in blood and still carrying you gun. He barley looked up from the TV as you walked through the door, immediately racing for your bedroom so you could shower and change.

“Hard day at work?” he called as you passed by.

“That last target they sent me after put up a hell of a fight,” you responded. “By the time I finally got him, I realized how late it was and rushed home immediately. I’m glad S.H.I.E.L.D issues those SUVs with the tinted windows or else I definitely would’ve been pulled over for suspicious activity.”

Clint chuckled and rose from his seat. He walked into your shared bedroom as you were pulling off you bloodstained clothes and throwing them into a pile to be tossed out eventually. His eyes raked over your body as you looked up at him.

“Red looks good on you,” he said, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips.

“That’s gross,” you teased. “You’re gross. Just for that, you can’t shower with me.”

He groaned as you walked into the bathroom and locked the door before he could follow you in.

~~~~~~

LOKI:

The sly smirk on Loki’s face was enough to almost rid you of the annoyance you felt after what you just had to do. Almost.

You walked up to the panel that controlled his glass cage. You could’ve easily figured out how to deal with it, but instead you shot the control panel. Sparks flew from it before Loki’s prison sprung open.

“Seems like a bit of overkill,” he commented.

“Shut it,” you hissed. “You told me it was going to be easy to break you out. You failed to mention the entire team of guards that were watching this room, and, oh yeah, the team of super humans that were assembled to face you?!”

Loki walked free of his cage, taking a dramatic deep breath before smiling to himself. “Well, doesn’t seem like you had an issue with them, as I knew you wouldn’t.”

He approached you, arms out as if he were going to hug you and try to kiss you. You poked his stomach with the barrel of your gun, glaring up at him.

“Come one step closer and we see how much damage a mortal weapon can do to a God.”

Loki put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you a fair distance away to heed your warning. “I’m sorry for not giving you a proper warning. Thank you for freeing me, I do appreciate it.”

You allowed yourself to relax against his touch and smiled a little. “You’re welcome.”

“Now, let’s get out of here, shall we?”

“You’re doing all the work this time.”

~~~~~~

NATASHA ROMANOFF/BLACK WIDOW:

It probably wasn’t a good idea, but you didn’t know where else to go. Natasha had always warned you about the Red Room, and you were so stupid to not listen to her.

Now you were stood on her doorstep, covered in blood that wasn’t yours, your gun dangling from your hand as you wished to drop it but also too scared to let it go. It was what Natasha looked at first when she opened the door - the gun, then to your blood covered face.

“Put the gun down,” she said, her voice calmer than you expected.

You gratefully allowed her to take it from your hand as you felt tears starting to well in your eyes. She pulled you in for a hug, where you started to sob on her shoulder. She took a quick look around to make sure you weren’t followed before bringing you into her house.

“Go get cleaned up,” she told you. “We’ll figure out your next step together.”

~~~~~~

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA:

You showed up to Sam’s shortly after Steve had brought Natasha. You could barley keep yourself up, the fight had taken everything out of you. You were sure Sam was going to turn you away - you were a stranger showing up on his doorstep covered in blood with a gun in your hand. You were pleasantly shocked when he stepped aside and told you where to find Steve.

Poor Steve. He was already trying to help Natasha, who had been in the same situation as you just with a lot less blood. She was resting when you walked in, dazed and just wanting to also rest.

He was up in seconds, reaching out to wrap you in his arms despite the blood covering you.

“The Winter Soldier is one mean fucker,” you breathed, resting your head against Steve’s chest. “I think he finally got wore out and ran off. Unfortunately, I was wore out about an hour before he was, but I kept going.”

“You should’ve given up long ago, honey,” he said.

“I’m not a pussy,” you said with a slight laugh. “Although I am starting to succumb to the pain.”

He picked you up into his arms and carried you to the bathroom where he helped you to rinse the blood off of your body so you could finally rest.

~~~~~~

THOR:

It was a side of you that Thor had never seen before. He had lost you during the battle in Sokovia and was expecting the worst when he couldn’t get you over the coms. When you showed back up to jet, blood covering your tired looking face, he was overjoyed to see you were alright, but also a little shocked by your appearance.

“Those fuckers really thought they had me,” you said, a half laugh bubbling on your lips. “They were a little shocked when I got the upper hand on them. Even more shocked when I shot them dead.”

“I was worried for you, (Y/N),” Thor said, cupping your face in his hands as he approached you. “I truly thought they had taken you from me.”

You smirked up at him. “You really have no faith in me at all them, do you? Or you just underestimate me. I’m a little offended on both accounts, though.”

Thor smiled back at you. “Of course, I would never doubt you. Just a bit of fear is all.”

“When you two are done being gross,” came Tony’s voice from inside the jet, “we’d like to get back to the tower. I think (Y/N) needs a shower and a fresh change of clothes more than anything.”

~~~~~~

TONY STARK/IRON MAN:

“Miss (Y/L/N) incoming Mr. Stark.”

“Tell her to come back at another time, J.A.R.V.I.S, I’m busy right now.”

“I don’t think it can wait, sir.”

Tony looked up to see you walking through the door to his lab, your body trembling as you clutched the gun tightly in your hand. There was a splatter of blood over your shirt and some on your face. You looked up at him, looking like a helpless child.

He quickly walked over to you, his hand automatically reaching for the gun. You gladly let him take it, feeling like a weight had been lifted the moment the weapon was out of your hands.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I-I was attacked at-at home,” you stuttered. “I don’t know how they got in, I don’t know who they were. I walked into my house and was blindsided by these two men trying to attack me. I got the gun out of the hands of one of them and I...I...”

Your hands moved to mimic the action of shooting your attackers, but you couldn’t actually bring yourself to say you had done it. You didn’t want to admit to having shot anyone, even if it was in self defense.

Tony placed the gun aside and took you into his arms. You stopped fighting against the lump that had formed in your throat and began to sob into his chest. He ran a hand through your hair, calming you down.

“It’s okay,” he said, soothingly. “It’s alright. I got you now. I won’t let anyone else try to hurt you.”

~~~~~~

WANDA MAXIMOFF/SCARLETT WITCH:

You didn’t think of Tommy and Billy. You didn’t think about the perfect neighborhood Wanda had created. You didn’t even think about Vision, or the version of Vision she had created. Your only thoughts were getting to Wanda before Hayward and his people could.

She was horrified when she opened the door. Of course she was; you were stood at her doorstep, a ghost from the life she wanted to forget, holding a gun with blood splattered on your face.

“You have to get out of here,” you said before she could speak. “You have to break down that boarder and you need to get out of here now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice still in its sitcom mode. “Please leave before I call the police.”

You grabbed hold of her shoulders before she could walk away, startling her.

“Wanda, you have to listen to me. You know what’s happening here because you are controlling it all. I know that, everyone outside the Hex knows that. Including the S.W.O.R.D director Hayward, who is trying to break through your barrier right now to kill you. I know you don’t want to lose this perfect life you’ve made, but your are in real danger. You need to get out of here.”

It seemed like she was understanding. A hurt look passed over her face as she turned to look into the house where her perfect family was likely residing. She took a deep breath and turned back to you.

“Let’s go.”

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #bruce banner #bucky barnes #clint barton #loki odinson #loki #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #thor odinson #thor #tony stark #wanda maximoff #imagine #preference #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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Lover’s Quarrel

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers, violence, killings and murders (but reader cannot die, it’s weird. She has some sorta powers that help her revive when she’s been murdered), language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Is this crack fic? Idk. Maybe?

The sixth time Steve killed you, you decided he needed to be dealt with in a similar way. It doesn’t matter that he cannot come back from the dead like you. He just needed to go. You were tired of him offing you every time he felt threatened by your existence. But this was the last straw. He had pushed you off the Quinjet while flying home from a mission and you’d fallen into the lake and drowned. You would NOT recommend dying that way.

Bucky had dragged out your dead body and watched over you as the blessing of the necromancer worked its magic over you and brought you back to the world of the living. The first words out of your mouth as you spewed out water were, “I am going to kill your best friend and you can’t be mad at me for that.”

Bucky, far too happy to have you back – poor guy still mourned every time you died – ignored your comment and pulled you into a hug. He’d never quiet gotten used to seeing you die. You patted his back, muttering a few there-there’s until he was calm enough to press quivering kisses on your head and temple.

“You need to stop dying.” He said into your hair, holding you close.

“I would not be dying if your best friend didn’t murder me every time! He is a menace, Buck!” You cried in exasperation. The said best friend was watching you from a few yards away, and he rolled his eyes as your words reached him. He scoffed loud enough for you to hear and you sharply turned your head to glare at him.

“You!” You shouted, quickly standing up and marching over to him. “You rascal!” And then you pried out your wet shoe from your feet and threw it at his stunned face. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit his face but smacked against his chest, leaving the wet print of your soles against his far too tight t-shirt. He gaped at you open mouthed before baring his teeth in warning.

“Oh god, every time you come alive again, you’re even more awful than before!” Steve shouted, and then just because he is fucking drama queen, he threw out his hands. You sneered before turning to look at Bucky meaningfully, the most obvious ‘see what a dick he is’ look on your face.

Bucky shuffled uneasily, caught between your quarrel once again. He came behind you and gave you his jacket to wear to shield you from the cold. And just like that, your anger melted a little. Somehow, with his steel blue eyes, Bucky Barnes could sooth every wound you’d ever had. Even those given to you by Steve Rogers.

“I am so sorry. I should have seen what he was about to do. I wouldn’t have ever let you fall had I known.” He apologized and you swore your heart physically quivered. You pulled Bucky into a hug, hiding your face in his chest, savoring his arms coming around you to hold you tighter. You could have stayed in his embrace forever, but it was an annoyed groan that ripped you both apart.

“Is there any way you can stay dead a little longer?” Steve asked, breaking your moment. “I mean, I’ve tired a bullet and knife and water and poison. What can I do that you’d be gone for just a little longer?”

He was worked up, a red flush creeping on his face and neck. Pacing, he was muttering, and you wondered for the millionth time how Bucky could be friends with him. He was just so extra! You wanted to tell him to shove a stick up his ass, along with the one already there when he turned swiftly like the wind and threw a dagger at you. A metal hand caught it before it could hit you and you were pulled into the warmth of Bucky’s body quickly.

“Steve! Cut it out.” Bucky yelled, glaring at Steve. “You will not kill her again. I don’t care if she can come back alive again. You won’t hurt her.”

With that, he dropped the dagger on the ground and walked away with you. Unable to resist, you looked over you shoulder and flipped Steve off. Fucker could kill you a hundred times and yet he would not be able to do anything. As far as you were concerned, Bucky was as much your best friend as his. And if Steve Rogers couldn’t control his jealousy without trying to behead you every time he felt you were stealing Bucky from him, you would just have to make his death look like an accident.

“I don’t think I need to tell you that you can’t kill him either?” Bucky said teasingly, his eyes soft and fond. “I need you both to survive.”

You groaned, bumping your shoulder in his and snuggling into him as a cold breeze hit your wet clothes. He could read you like an open book.

“You are no fun Barnes.”

There was rubble and fires and shrieks. Natasha was yelling in Russian as she ran about with a fire extinguisher and Clint crawled out of his vents to help Bruce out who was turning a dangerous shade of green. Tony was sitting in the ruins of his kitchen, his mouth half open as he spied on the ensuing battle in the middle of it.

Sam was using his shield to push Steve away who was shouting curses that had probably not been invented yet. Bucky was holding you back by your middle, yelling in your ear to calm the fuck down but all you could think of to do was smacking Steve’s face with that chair that was currently on fire. You suppose once everyone was calm, you’d feel guilty about your part in destroying the Avengers kitchen but right now that wasn’t important.

What was important was that Steve had tried to kill you. Again. He had actually thrown a fucking grenade at you. You barely had the time to kick it away where it exploded in the kitchen and then Steve was on you, calling you a bitch in all the 9 languages he knew.

“Calm the hell down, Steve!” Sam yelled, struggling to keep Steve at bay from you. You were glad to see that Steve’s nose was busted. That will teach the bastard to ‘look down his nose’ on you now.

“She pierced my ears! The fucking bitch pierced my goddamn ears!” Steve yelled. Even you had to admit, the golden hoops looked amazing dangling from his ears. Just perfect.

“You are lucky I didn’t stick a knitting needle in your eye Rogers!” You sassily replied, “The only reason you’re still in one piece is because I promised my best friend that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

The muscles in Steve’s arms tensed and Sam groaned, barely keeping his own footing. A dark shadow seemed to have crawled over Steve’s face, turning the blues of his eyes an angry shade and had you been a weaker person, you would have trembled. This was the face of someone who had stood against armies alone and came out victorious. But for all you cared, he could kiss your ass.

“He is MY best friend. Mine. Not yours, not anyone else’s. Bucky Barnes is mine and I will kill you a thousand times until it sinks in your thick skull!” Steve growled. You scowled, a scathy remark bubbling on the tip of your tongue when you suddenly stopped. Why say when you can show? So, looking Steve directly in the eyes, you went limp in Bucky’s arms, turned around and cupped his face. And then you kissed his cheek.

Steve let out a strangled cry behind you, but you focused on Bucky who was blinking in disbelief at your audacity. And so, just for the heck of it, you kissed his other cheek. And then his forehead.

“Bucky Barnes, you are my best friend and always will be!” You said, hugging the life out of him. You heard Steve break away from Sam, heard Bucky yell out a curse and holding you protectively as his jealous pal came rushing to claim him. And all through that and the chaos that ensued later, you just smiled broadly.

Tony was giving a lecture, and he sucked. He gesticulated too much for your liking, and you really didn’t like how he kept emphasizing things by looking pointedly at you. It wasn’t even that much of a big deal, and even if it was, it was not your fault. Like every other time, the only person who could be held responsible was the blond super soldier sitting beside you, wearing the same shade of annoyance on his face as yours.

“I repeat” said Tony, his hair askew, “we do not use Friday to settle idiotic, absolutely ridiculous personal vendettas!”

“You have Friday tell you how pretty you look every day!” You countered and Tony slammed his hand on the table.

“Because I am!” He huffed. “You, on the other hand, stopped a mission in the middle to ask Friday who had a higher score! I mean, what the actual fuck? And what score?”

Steve had the decency to look at least a little sheepish. You however didn’t put up with any of that nonsense. It was his idea anyway, and you wouldn’t take the fall for him. Not when Tony looked murderous like this.

“Rogers bet me he’d take down more enemies than me. We only asked Friday to keep a count. I had literally nothing to do with it.”

Tony turned the ire of his glare at Steve who was too busy giving you a dirty look. He was just pissed you won, and that Bucky had spent the entire ride back tending to your wounds rather than Steve’s. It wasn’t your fault his jealous ass always threw a fit whenever he saw you and Bucky together.

“You said the team could use Friday as we saw fit.” Steve said, though he did look a little guilty. It wasn’t like him to lose command and control. Even when he’d been Captain America, he had never let anything rattle him. Not until you had come prancing in his life and stealing his best friend.

“I said the team could use Friday, not stop everything in the middle of a high risk mission to see who has a bigger dick.” Tony said, and then he just collapsed in his chair. Poor guy had been working too hard to carry the team forward, and in that moment, even you felt guilty. Your rivalry with Steve shouldn’t have to affect everyone else, not when they had been so welcoming and loving to you ever since you joined.

You walked over to Tony and dropped a kiss on his head, caressing his hair. “I am sorry Tones. You won’t have more trouble from me.”

Tony looked at you as if seeing an angel. He looked at you as if you were the solution to all his troubles. Despite every furniture of his you’d broken and set fire to, he was so grateful to have one sane voice between them. Cupping your hands, he looked imploringly at you and asked, “Really? You’re gonna stop fighting with Steve?”

At that, you solemnly nodded and patted his hand gently. Poor him and the poor team going through hell because you and Steve couldn’t settle your differences. It was obvious what had to be done.

“Of course I will” You said magnanimously, because of course you were the better of the two. “Steve just needs to find another best friend and there won’t be any reason to fight anymore.”

If any of them had been drinking water, they would have spit it out. Since they didn’t, they just kind of choked on their saliva and sputtered at you in absolute disbelief. Tony actually looked betrayed and Steve seemed to have licked a lemon, if the look on his face was anything to go by.

“She” He said, voice thick with contempt, “needs to go away. We can launch her in outer space or somewhere from where she can never return. You know why? Because Bucky is my best friend. Since we were yay high!” And he raised his arms a foot off the ground to show just how high.

And just like that, the moment was gone. Rogers opened his mouth and any goodwill you had had went poof. So, you did the only reasonable thing any sane person would do right now and that was to flip him off and call him a pig. You knew he was inching to strangle you; you could see his fingers twitch. A part of you was anticipating it, for Bucky would never forgive him for killing you again. Just as he would have lunged at you, push Tony out of the way and did you away for good, Bucky burst into the room with the expression of a cantankerous 100 year old grandpa who had had enough with the world.

“For fucks sake! Just shut up you both!” He yelled and paced the room. His eyes were bloodshot and hair disheveled, a clear sign that your rivalry was taking a heavy toll on him. Steve opened his mouth to say something when Bucky raised a finger to shush him. “No no no! You listen to me you oblivious, utter moronic fucklets!”

Your mouth dropped open. Bucky never cursed at you. He had never called you a fucklet before.

“You two need to stop. You hear me? You need to STOP!” He raked a hand through his hair before kicking the ground in frustration. “I can’t eat. I can’t sleep! I can’t fucking breathe without you both arguing over who is a better friend to me. So, here’s an idea. Instead of fucking me over in the middle of your sexual tension, why don’t you find a room and fuck each other? Because I tell you now, I cannot fucking take it!”

Silence sat pregnant in the room. You blinked at Bucky. Steve blinked at Bucky. Tony blinked at Bucky. And Bucky didn’t blink at all.

“That – uh – what?” You said, eloquent as ever. “That is so stupid.” And you laughed awkwardly.

Steve glanced at you and then stammered, “What? That – I haven’t – that has nothing to do with it. She and I – what?”

You both found each other’s eye, quickly looked away and just became silent. The tension in the air was suffocating you, and a terrible heat was settling in your stomach. Without another word, you walked out of the room, muttering about how ridiculous the whole idea was. The three men watched your exit, and a moment later, Steve left too, still very much in disbelief.

Tony and Bucky sighed, sitting across from each other and just taking in the fact that the elephant in the room had finally been address. A moment later, Tony began drumming on the desk, looking up at the ceiling.

“I couldn’t have put it any better myself.”

You felt antsy, as if staying one more moment in your room would drive you mad. You kept jerking your legs and arms, a weird restlessness in every action of yours. What the hell was Bucky saying? The sheer nerve to imply that you…you and Steve had some sort of feelings for each other. You hadn’t heard that kinda crap since you nursed your nephew who’d had diarrhea.

The only reason you and Steve fought was because you wanted Bucky. He was supposed to be your best friend, and clearly it was his inability to decide who he preferred more that had led you here. And to pretend, on top of that, that it was you who was at fault was just ridiculous. As if you’d touch Steve Rogers with a ten foot pole.

But…would you? You suppose he couldn’t be that bad to touch. He did have gorgeous eyes that got all dark and dilated when he fought with you. And his breath hitched when you got him mad and he bit his lip to stop from cursing you and he flushed a very becoming shade of red that started from his cheeks and disappeared down the neckline on his tight shirts that –

Holy fuck!

The realization rocked your world. What the hell? When you thought about it again, it seemed as if you’d just described Steve being aroused. Did you really fight him and got him mad to stimulate yourself? Oh god. Bucky was right. You wanted to fuck Steve.

This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. You quickly changed into your work out gear and rushed to the gym, intent on sweating out whatever feelings you might have for Steve. After all, nothing says fuck you like imagining someone’s face on a punching bag and just going to town on it. Thankfully, when you arrived the gym was empty.

You’d been working on your stretches for only a few minutes when your worst nightmare entered the gym. He probably had the same idea as you and froze the moment your eyes met. His blue eyes narrowed at you and you stood up straight. You hated Bucky for putting the thought in your head. Now all you could think of was tackling Steve to the ground and fucking him senseless. You still wanted to beat him, but in a very different way.

As Steve entered, his eyes fixed to your form, you decided it was time to leave. After that fiasco in front of Tony, you didn’t think yourself capable of talking to Steve. Staying alone with him was something you didn’t trust yourself with. So you picked up your bag and started for the door when his voice stopped you.

“Running away? Am I to believe that there is something that finally scares you?”

Anger, red hot anger simmered under your veins when you turned to face him again. He had a mocking smirk on his face that made you grit your teeth. His eyes, dark and challenging beckoned you to him, but they didn’t hold resentment there either. Something between you had changed today. The very air around you was different, thick with tension and apprehension that had your nerves tingling.

“Scared?” You scoffed, dropping your bag on the matted floor and walking until you stood right before him. He towered over you in height, but he’d never been able to actually look down at you. “Me, scared of you? You wish Rogers.”

One corner of his lips lifted up, and he put his hands on you. One hand hooked around your waist and pulled you closer, the other trailing a finger down the side of your face to your neck, following the path down your arm until his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Oh, I so do wish” He whispered and his lips met yours. You rose up on your toes, mashing your body against his and mapping the planes of his body with your palms. The smell of his sweat and soap surrounded you, your arms coming to hold him around the shoulders as he hitched you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

Like everything in your relationship, the kiss was explosive. You didn’t melt against each other like people do in books; you collided like two warring armies intent on conquering the other. You collided like night and day, basking your surroundings in the dawn and dusk of your lust. Steve took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, smiling as you shamelessly moaned.

“What do you say?” He asked, pushing you against the wall, his hardness digging between the heated center of your legs.

You pulled him closer, letting your lips trail over his jaw and neck before you branded him with a quick bite. “You’ve always been so aggressive Steve, let’s see you let loose some other way. I sure do hope you fuck better than you fight though, or I’ll just be disappointed.”

Steve growled, kissing you again as he ground his cock against you, trapping you between the wall and his hard body that prevented any escape. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt, meeting the firm muscles on his abdomen that rippled under you. He pulled back just enough to allow you to remove your clothes, his own being flung sideways without any care.

Even before, you’d never thought of Steve as anything but beautiful, but now, seeing him in all his glory, you could only look him up and down in appreciation. He was trembling slightly, as if holding himself back with effort, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You both looked at each other, naked and unashamed before frantically coming together. His hands were everywhere, squeezing your ass and thighs as his lips pulled at your breast.

Your fingers rolled his nipples softly until he moaned, and then you pinched them. He jerked under your touch, kicking the back of your knees so you collapsed down, and he covered your body with his. Anger, arousal, lust and longing, all emotions built together in a storm of incoherent desire that had you both rolling over each other, fighting for dominance and power. Steve pinned you down with effort, holding your wrists in one hand over your head as he gave a smug smile to you.

“Will you finally surrender today?” He asked, positioning his cock at your entrance that was drenched. You would have loved to taste him, to have him taste you, but as of now, all you wanted was for him to slide inside you. You hungered for him, burnt for his touch. For years you’d been left wanting, and now with the prize so near, you weren’t about to wait any longer.

“The only surrender today will be yours.” You whispered sweetly before slamming your head against his. Steve jerked hard in surprise, allowing you the opportunity to free your hands and roll over him. You sat on his pelvis proudly, his throbbing member right underneath you and as he blinked at you, stunned, you rose up over his tip and slowly sunk down.

Steve groaned as your wet channel fell like velvet heat along his shaft. You had never been so full before. He stretched your limits, as he had always done, and you decided you very much preferred rendering him speechless like this under you than your usual punches and throws. His hands dug into your waist, helping you bounce on his cock and you threw your head back at the feeling.

It was a beautiful ache, one that took your breath away. As you rolled your hips and clenched down there, Steve’s voice rose in appreciation and you grinned. You finally had the golden boy at your mercy. You fucked him, changing your pace to punish him, never letting him up. For every time he killed you, you bit on his lips and neck, marking him. It was punishment and cherishing, a culmination of feelings you didn’t understand.

“Touch me.” You brokenly said, and his fingers found your nub. The slapping of skin, the sounds of debauchery and the smell of sin filled the air. You leaned over him to meet his lips, the heat in your gut bubbling until you snapped and came atop him, falling blissfully. It was one moment of weakness and the world titled, Steve having finally pushing you on your back.

“You’ve always been strong, because I’d hate to break you when the fun has only just begun.” He said and thrust into you hard and fast. He was an animal in heat, a man possessed, and you didn’t mind one bit. You met his every thrust with a raise of your hips, you clawed at his back until he bled, your lips tasting of the salt of sweat and tears and desire. He brought you impossibly closer, looking right into your eyes as he took you.

For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t get enough of his grunts and moans, of the breathy whispers of your name that slipped between curses, of the way his lashes would flutter over the dark blues that kept your eyes captive. He had you completely in that moment, mind and body; and for some reason, his gaze felt infinitely more intimate than his cock that was currently spearing you open. You keened in pleasure, whimpering as he touched your overly sensitive clit and had you coming again.

A minute later, he twitched inside you, his warmth flooding your core and you sighed. You laid entangled and sweaty, both of you spent and tired and yet completely overtaken by the urge to be closer still. To think this is what you’d both missed for all these years.

“So, what do you say, still feeling aggressive?” Steve asked and you looked at him with a grin that you couldn’t have suppressed had you wanted to. Oh yes, some battles were never meant to end, but they sure could be altered to meet new demands.

“With you? Always.” You replied, kissing him deep until he couldn’t think of anything but you. “Just remember one thing.”

“Oh yeah, what?”

“I am still a better best friend to Bucky. I did fuck you to keep him happy after all.”

Steve frowned darkly and before you could blink, he was over you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I think this time I’d fuck some manners into you.”

“I think this time you should actually put your back into it. I did all the work before.” You taunted and he dived at you.

Meanwhile, in Tony Stark’s office

“Friday, what’s the score?” He asked smugly, offering Bucky the packet of blueberries. Bucky was sitting with his feet on the desk, a small smile on his face.

“I am afraid I am not at a liberty to say Boss.” Friday replied. If the AI could blush, she would.

“Seems like they are at an impasse.” Tony suggested, and Bucky shrugged, licking his lips.

“Well, some things never change.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #bucky x reader #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #crack fic #i think lol

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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NO BUT LIKE CONCEPT: SMUT HC where mob!steve comes back from a rough night that leaves him very much outta it and ur the only one who can help him ... in more ways than one

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I'm making this a drabble cause I can't work with HCs. Thank you❤ Warmings -explicit sexual content, dom Steve, daddy kink, spanking, blood and wounds, bullets. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

You put some distance between your poor ear and your phone upon hearing your friends loud screech, excited since she saw your Instagram post of your new engagement ring.

"It is so beautiful! And so unconventional and unique too!"

"Mm-hm," you hummed, applying a second coat of your fiery red nail paint, to make it more intense, you just knew it'd look amazing against Steve's pale skin, he absolutely loved it when you scratched him and were a bit rough with him.

You never gave him any pointers on what kind of engagement ring you'd like, only thing that was a bit too obvious - which you never actually needed to say - was that you loved shiny things. So he has gotten you a ring with a huge sapphire ruby and tiny sparkly diamonds adorning the band. It was everything you needed and more.

"Makes sense because our relationship is anything but conventional." Where he had never directly said that his job involved a few things that were kind of, sort of, illegal but you weren't an idiot, it didn't take you long to figure out.

You knew he was important and rich when he asked you out, not just because he wore fancy clothes, but the way he carried himself, tall and proud and an aura that dominated any room he was in, two bodyguards always around him, and when you both started getting serious he assigned Peter, who was sort of an intern or newbie from what you gathered, to always escort you places and take care of you.

Maybe it wasn't exactly the most rational thing to do - marrying someone who was as feared as he was respected - but all you knew was that he was a good man and you had faith in him, so you stayed away from that part of his life.

"You must be planning the wedding now," she beamed over the phone.

You scoffed, blowing on your fingers, "No, he's always at work these days. It's so annoying, if it doesn't change then I'm leaving and taking the ring with me."

You looked at it sparkling on your finger, it was too beautiful to part with. Besides it became yours as soon as he gave it to you.

"You're late, but there's nothing new about that," you puffed out your cheeks, hands crosses under your chest, as he loosened his tie and worked on taking off his shoes. He had been coming home past midnight for the last month, enough was enough!

"Doll," he groaned, looking at you and ready to tell you off and ask for some space, but then he saw you. In a satin babydoll that barely covered you, with lace trimmings that did nothing to hide your soft nipples, your toes and nails painted just the color he liked, and you were wearing those ridiculous fluffy slippers with bunny ears that he had grown to love.

His mouth opened and then shut like a damn goldfish, forgetting what he was about to tell you.

"Steven," you furrowed your brows.

He knew he was in trouble as soon as you called out his full name. "Yeah?"

"When are we going to discuss the wedding?"

"I'm sorry, doll, work has been hectic these days. But soon."

"Soon? Soon doesn't do it for me," jutting your hip and leaning against the door to your walk in closet, "I need an exact date."

"I can't give it to you right now, puppy," his jaw clenching as you rolled your eyes, "Watch yourself, sweetheart. I had a long day, you don't wanna get on my bad side today."

"You shouldn't have put a rock on it if you didn't intend on marrying me," rolling your eyes extra hard just to get on his nerves.

"I do want to marry you. But right now... you're sort of making me have second thoughts."

He regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. Because you looked about ready to smack him.

"Fine then. I guess I'll leave and go live with my mother from now on. She would be happy for sure, she isn't too thrilled about our engage - " you stopped your rant as soon as you noticed crimson seeping through his crisp white undershirt as he took off his coat.

Your eyes as wide as saucers, your heart beating fast and hard in your chest and you could feel your eyes getting watery. You weren't handing out empty threats, you were definitely serious about leaving. Just to remind Steve of just how much he loves you.

It wouldn't be the first time. You had done it once before, when you went back to live at your apartment because he yelled at you for going out with your girlfriends without Peter. You didn't need a babysitter, especially not one who was several years younger than you. You had gathered up your things from Steve's penthouse and went home with a heavy heart. You loved him with all your heart, but there was no way you could make it work with someone who was that controlling and mean to you.

But he came to you, literally got on his knees to apologize and to beg for you to take him back. He even made you give up your apartment and got you a bigger house for you both to live in. Just so you couldn't take off ever again.

"Steve... your bleeding..." you said as you held back a sob. Any anger you had towards him was now gone.

"Oh, shit," he looked down to his side, "Must've ruptured the stitch or something..."

You walked over to him, holding onto his waist and looking up at him, trying not to look at his wound. You weren't that squimish around blood, it rarely ever bothered you, but this was your Stevie, and he was hurt. "What happened?"

"Its... It's nothing, doll. It was an accident."

"Yeah, I guess you slipped and fell on a bullet," you huffed.

"No, the bullet barely grazed me. And you know I don't like talking about those things with you."

"Why? I'm not stupid or weak, I have a right to know."

"Of course, not, puppy. You're my sweet, strong, smart girl," he cooed, bending a bit to peck your lips and then groaning. "Gotta, be careful with this," he said as your fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt.

"If I'm so strong and smart then tell me what happened," you asked as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You didn't stop to marvel at his huge and perfect body like you always do, you looked at the fresh batch on stitches right over his hips.

"No, puppy. You're too good for that world, too good for me," he groaned as he sat down on the little pink couch he had put in the closet for you. Since you spent hours trying to pick outfits, he didn't want you standing too long and hurting your feet.

"Fine then don't tell me," you whimpered, rubbing your tears off with the back of your hand.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm right here, not going anywhere," he tried to pull you into his lap, usually he wouldn't even have to ask for you sit on it, but right now you were pulling away and refusing for some reason, "C'mere, doll," he almost whined. Not used to being told no by you anymore than you were by him.

"No, I don't wanna hurt you," you hiccuped, as your sobs started to calm down.

"You wouldn't. You could never hurt me. C'mere I wanna cuddle you and make you feel better," he tried to pull you into him again but you just shook your head.

"I should be the one making you better. Not the other way around. But I don't know how to..." you swayed from side to side, suddenly ashamed of your brash behavior from earlier. "I'm sorry, I was being such a brat earlier."

"It's okay, puppy. I forgive you. You were right, we need to fix a date and find a venue and get you a pretty dress. I wanna see you in one of those poffy gowns, like a princess."

"That's called a ballgown," you said proudly, having done your research now. You knew all about the styles of the gowns, sleeves, necklines, colors and everything. "And you're not going to be involved in dress shopping process. Grooms aren't supposed to see the dress before the wedding it's bad luck."

He hummed at that, a bit disappointed but he would eventually see it, and then take it off, so it wasn't a huge loss. "Yes, you're right. But, let's not forget, you were a bad girl."

You gasped incredulously, "Well, you were being a bad fiance!" Which earned you a swift smack to your backside, making you yelp and fall forward, holding onto his shoulders for support.

"I didn't mind you calling me out for that. I want you to be honest with me and tell me everything. But you threatened to leave me, again."

You pouted. Offended for being called out so blatantly. Yeah you always made empty threats, packed up your bags just for show, whenever you didn't get your way. Never considering his feelings when yours were hurt.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it. But I'll have to teach you your lesson. Just so you know better next time."

You nodded your head, which made him spank you once more, "Yes, daddy!"

"Good. How many do you think you deserve?"

"Um... Fifteen. Ten for threatening to leave, and five for giving you attitude."

"See, you're so smart. I'll punish you tomorrow though. I'm tired right now," he groaned as he sat back against the couch, squeezing your hips and admiring your figure, showing through the thin material of your nightie.

"Um, daddy?"

"Yes, angel?"

"Is there anyway I can make you feel better right now?"

"Yeah, you can give me a kiss. You didn't give me one this morning when I left, or when I came back."

"Okay, I'll kiss you. But I also wanted to do more..." you murmured, your face burned hot as you realised that Steve was going to make you say what you wanted to do.

"Like what?"

"Like, take your cock down my throat. Would that make you feel better? I'll try and be careful about your stitches." Truth be told you missed being intimate with him, you needed it as much as he did.

"It definitely would make me feel better. But I want to have you close to me," he stroked the inside of your thighs, hands dangerously close to your cunt, "Why don't you, come ride my cock. Just like I taught you, hm?"

"But - what if I hurt you..." you whined. But he wasn't having any of it, rolling your panties down your legs.

"You wouldn't, puppy, come on we'll be careful. Be quick."

You gave him a meek nod, unzipping him with shaky fingers, giving his glorious cock a couple of pumps before straddling his lap. You made sure to not put any pressure on his lap. Lining his cock up to your pussy with your hands wrapped around his neck, you slowly sanked down on him.

First giving him a nice and thorough kiss to make him for not kissing him goodbye or welcome home like you always do. "I feel so full," you say against his lips.

He hummed, squeezing your ass, "I was made for you, angel. As you were for me." He slid the straps of your nightie down your arms, exposing your breasts to him. He made sure to shower them with all his lips, sucking, kissing and biting and pulling with his mouth. You were making the sweetest of noises, trying to keep your moans in as he helped you bounce on his cock by holding onto your hips.

"You're doing so good. Being such a good girl for me. My sweet, best girl," he cooed, kissing your forehead, he knew how you were still vulnerable to be on top.

"Am I making you feel better, daddy?" you sniffled, his cock hiting you in all the right places, making it impossible for you to keep going and hold off your climax.

"I'm all better already, thanks to you, puppy."

#berry answers #steve rogers x reader #mob!steve rogers #steve x reader

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literarylupus · 2 years ago

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Umbrella Academy Season 3 Spoilers!!

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Just finished watching episode six—haven’t watched the rest yet—and I gotta say I was shocked by Alison’s sexual assault of Luther. Now, I believe it was a terrible choice on the writers’ parts; There really shouldn’t have been any kind of romantic music playing in the background during the scene (it should have been unsettling and dark music, if anything), the weight of that scene should have been addressed later and shouldn’t have been treated as something so inconsequential, and the whole scene shouldn’t even have happened if the writers intend to ever redeem Alison.

Like, I get it, she’s the next villain. Though I know they’re gonna wanna redeem her later because she’s part of the the Umbrella Academy, the siblings, the big six! … but that’s not okay anymore. And that’s really messed up because Alison went through hell, especially getting trapped in 1963 during Jim Crow. A character that went through that deserves a more respectfully treated character arc—YES, even while becoming a villain! She could have done terrible things because of her pain and still come out the other end as redeemable if she was written properly. But sexual assault is not something you let a character come back into good graces from. It just isn’t.

The thing is, I don’t even think the writers realized how terrifying that scene even was. To them, it’s probably just another “bad thing” she’s done in her Villian Arc (TM) while dealing with her pain, and THAT is extremely unsettling. And if you’re reading this thinking, “Well, Alison is going through something unimaginable, incredible loss, of course she’s not dealing with it well and has done terrible things, but she still deserves a happy ending.” Then man, oh boy, that sounds a lot like the vibes I got from an interview The Cosmopolitan did with the Umbrella Academy’s showrunner, Steve Blackman:

Link to the full article here

“Alison’s journey…is not about anger—it’s about pain.” Is a reasonable and even interesting thing to say about a character that’s spiraled into a minor, but eventually redeemable, villain arc… if it weren’t for the sexual assault. It seems like Blackman either doesn’t consider the scene as such, or doesn’t think it’s as damning as it really is.

People deal with incredible grief, traumatic situations, even the loss of their entire families in real life, and that doesn’t mean they get to do heinous things because “they were in pain”. This doesn’t excuse them. You can’t tell me someone that molested someone is, in the end, redeemable because they were in incredible, devestating emotional pain in the moment. Pain and trauma can lead a person to do terrible things and make terrible decisions, but it dosen’t turn them into mirror!verse versions of themselves without self control that deserve forgiveness once they come to their senses! That person is still making the decision to do something that awful. They were swayed by their emotions, but they are still ultimately in control of their own decisions. They’re still the arbiter’s of their own fate and actions.

Many people deal with pain without doing such things, and the people in pain that do end up doing such things are not forgiviable solely on account of their pain. Alison also kills Harlan and then unceremoniously dumps his body in the trunk of her car to deliver to the Sparrows in such a gross and blasé way, and that ALONE should have been enough to tip her into the “villain” section of her character arc. We did not need the rumoured Luther scene at all, and it’s a shame it’s there because it’s cemented Alison as a villain and will make any attempt to redeem her as frankly gross and insensitive.

So, in short: An obvious SA scene like that should only be used in media with villains that are supposed to be wholeheartedly evil and forever irredeemable, the handling of that scene by the writers was in extremely poor taste, and Alison’s character was screwed over.

Just…

#That was a long rant but I felt the need to get it out there… tbh it was kinda unsettling that I didn’t see much talk of this in the tag…#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 3 #tua s3 #tua #alison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua season 3 #tw sa #tw rape

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sketci · 2 years ago

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New stranger things au thought 💗

Maybe like an Inside out au? Where Steve is basically the "Riley" In this au while his "Dipshits" are the emotions.

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• Mike

I like to think that Mike's emotions are loving and caring for others, (season 1-2). He's the leader of the group and always the first to take control. He's the one who made Steve fall in love with Nancy and accidently made the poor boy fall in love with Robin (without knowledge)

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• Will

Yeah, he's the fear in this story, always looking out for danger at every corner. He's always by everyone's side. mostly because he's afraid of what everyone will do or what buttons they'll press. He's the reason for Steve's fear of monsters and spiders.

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• El

She's most likely Confusion for this au. El always has questions about everything and everyone she sees. Her job is too find out what most things are, and is in charge of Steve to question and learn. She's most useful in math and geography, making Steve earn top A's. Sometimes El can get out of hand. Once she snuck to the (emotions table?? I forgot 💀) out of curiosity of what Steve was doing, in conclusion she made Steve say "What's a cigarette?" While holding one. El isn't allowed to be by the table without permission.

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• Dustin

He's the Ego, definitely. Always making Steve being over dramatic and boastful. Dustin is supposed to give Steve confidence during hard times, But you can't control an Ego. So he basically makes Steve an Asshole for a while. Dustin and Will argue almost every second, Will tells the boy to straighten up and be more mindful, Dustin just ignores him. Once he dared Steve to make himself drunk and see what'll happen if he jumps off a roof with a "Pillow armor". Thankfully Will saved the day and Dustin isn't allowed to be at the table unless if there's a guardian around.

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• Max

Oh boy, oh oh oh boy. Anger issues is all I have to tell you, she's in charge of Steve's anger but somehow she made a "Jealousy emotion" so she's in charge of that too, even though she uses it way too often. Team her up with Dustin and it's the definition of chaos. When Nancy and Steve broke up, he cried for a while until the gang let Max take over for once, she made Steve straighten up his attitude and go get a new look (mostly to impress Nancy but she didn't tell the others that) everyone was really impressed of her work. Yeah that's the only good thing she did.

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• Lucas

Lucas is a Tired and depressed guy all around. He use to be the "Relaxation emotion" until the break up with Nancy. Now the poor guy just slumps in his spot most of the time. Max usually gets his spirits up once in a while in which makes Lucas come out of his shell to become the "Relaxation Emotion" for a bit. The heartbreak from Steve really did a number on Lucas and is currently unfixable. (Or is it?)

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• Erica

You know the feeling of second hand embarrassment you get after you do something? That's Erica in Steve's book. Erica didn't come till later when the gang were deciding what dinosaur backpack Steve was going to wear for his 4th grade school year. Suddenly the Queen herself appeared and told everyone that the dino backpack was "too embarrassing" and all of the cool kids wear black backpacks. Mike said it was fine but little Erica would not back down. Erica is mostly in charge of that little voice in your head that says. "Don't do it, they'll laugh at you." most of the time it's right, but there's a limit. Like ruining El's school time just because Erica thinks that raising your hand for questions will make everyone think you're stupid.

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writingtoforgetreality · 4 years ago

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New World Order - TFATWS Rewrite Chapter One (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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Summary: You were an Avenger. That was how the world viewed you. Nobody else knew about your past & it was for the better. After all, you had Sam. You had Bucky. That had to be enough. At least for now.

Words: 6,214

Warnings: language, sarcasm, expect some sort of slow burn, there are hints already, this is a Bucky fic, which means that it'll focus on his scenes more, spoilers for TFATWS, (Y/E/C) = your eye color

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You were no superhero. At least, you would never say you were one. Your past was filled with actions you regretted. None of it was your fault. It was not your decision to be the child of the leader of a HYDRA base. It was not your decision to grow up like a warrior. Fighting. Killing.

Your father was the bad guy. You knew that now. As a child, you did not see through his facade. How could you? He was your dad. Someone who was supposed to love you endlessly. Those years had shaped you. Into the person you were today.

Deep down, you wished there was a way to make you forget. Forget about your past. Forget about the pain. Forget about it all. Hell, you were a laboratory experiment. Those powers did not come from nowhere. No. They came from tons of needles, pumping a toxic serum into you veins. You should not even be alive anymore. Not by what now flowed through your body. Apparently, it was for your own good. That was how your dad put it. Absolute bullshit. Growing up isolated from the world, being trained to fight, to kill, daily. Your own good my ass. If it did one thing, then it ruined your damn life.

But at least you had powers, right? Blue flames you could control. Those blue flames that were hotter than anything else in this world. It took an awful lot of time to fully have control. Truthfully, you hated that part of you with every fiber of your being. It had been the cause of one too many deaths. You had been the cause. But weakness was not in your nature. If you did not show strength you would be a disappointment. Something you really did not want to be.

Bucky was the reason you got out of this life. He was the one to rescue you out of this hell hole. He was the one to show you an entirely different part of this world. And for that, you could never thank him enough. If it were not for Bucky, you would have gone insane ages ago. Who knew if you were still here today?

The Avengers were aware of your past. Of you being a part of HYDRA back in the days. Yet, you had never elaborated this any further. If there was one thing you were good at, it was keeping things to yourself. No need to burden others with your struggles. And you did struggle. Every single day. Because your mind was filled with memories. Memories you had tried to burn. Memories you wanted to erase. Memories of you being the bad guy. Just like your dad had been.

Your life changed when you were introduced to the Avengers. They did not trust you. Not right away. But during the fight with Thanos, the one after the Blip, you proved yourself to be worthy of their trust. Especially Steve. He had been there for you. When everyone else failed to believe in you. He was gone now. And it hurt like hell. Giving up was never an option. And the universe did not plan on giving you a break anytime soon. For now, you had to bury your feelings as deep as possible. Your focus should solely be on the new threats of this world. Threats, that seemed to increase daily.

“Bucky is an asshole.” you were on the phone with Sam & the fact that the super soldier had been ignoring him for a while did not leave a good feeling inside his chest.

“What a revelation.” sarcastic comments were part of your life. It was your way of coping with everything. Frankly, it worked. More or less. “Give him some time.”

“More time? No.” sighing loudly. “I have other things to focus on.” he was referring to the mission he was about to perform.

“You sure you’ll be fine on your own?” it was not like you did not believe in his abilities. Just, life had not been the same ever since billions of people came back.

“When have I ever not been?” you could think of a few times but Sam ended the call before you even had the chance to answer. Typical.

Luckily, Sam usually told you about his missions. And you were proud of him. You really were. The situation you found yourself in? With Bucky & him? Well, it was everything but good. Bucky called you. You called Sam. Sam called you. You called Bucky. A circle you kept alive. And it sucked to be their only way of communication. For now, though, both of them were too stubborn to change anything about it.

“Enjoying the Tunisian sun I hope?” whenever Sam went on a mission, you had him call you after it. Simply because he knew you worried.

“You know it.” in the far background you could hear him working on something.

“Is everyone alright? That trainee of yours? What’s his name again?”

“Torres.” he sighed, frustrated by your question. You had asked him about a million times & apparently, you still had no clue. Truth was, you just liked messing with him. “Redwing is hurt.”

“Naaaw, poor baby.” giggling slightly. That man cared more for a piece of tech than he should.

“Shut up.” okay, better not mess with Wilson if it came to Redwing. Got it.

“When are you coming back?” your voice turned serious again. Having him gone for so long did not stick right with you. Obviously, you knew he was doing it for the greater good. But still. “I swear to all the Gods, if you say when we’re done here…” mumbling quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

“When we’re finished here.” a chuckle could be heard from his side. By the way it sounded, you assumed Torres was laughing as well. Rolling your eyes at his antics. He could be such a child sometimes.

“Oh, fuck off, Wilson.”

“Hey, language!” Sam had fun. Yeah, you were the one cracking jokes all of the time but he could deliver, too.

“Okay, you know what? Bye. Text me when you’re back.” now, it was you who did not give him enough time to respond. After all, he would have clapped back with another snarky remark & you were not in the mood for it. At all.

“Steve represented the best in all of us. Courageous, righteous, hopeful. And he mastered posing stoically.” everyone chuckled at Sam’s description. Of him. Steve. Rhodey was standing right next to you. In that suit of his. The one that made him look way more approachable than you. No need for people to approach you. They did not know who you were before. And they sure as hell did not need to. It would turn things complicated. Humans did not like complicated. You did not like it. “The world has been forever changed. A few months ago, billions of people reappeared after five years away, sending the world into turmoil. We need new heroes. Ones suited for the times we’re in. Symbols are nothing without the women & men that give them meaning. And this thing…” he paused briefly, let out a short chuckle. The shield. “I don’t know if there’s ever been a greater symbol. But it’s more about the man who propped it up, & he’s gone. So, today we honor Steve’s legacy. But also, we look to the future. So, thank you, Captain America. But this belongs to you.” the crowd erupted into cheers. Applause was filling the room & you felt out of place. What was he doing? When Sam asked you to join him here today, he left out the fact that he wanted to give away the shield. The shield Steve had trusted him enough to own. And the people surrounding you? They…celebrated him for it? This entire speech was proof enough that Wilson was worthy of this job. So why the hell did he make that decision? Watching the shield being put into the showcase, you could hardly hold in the tears that formed at the corners of your (Y/E/C) eyes. Rhodey nudged you, sensing that something was wrong. Head hanging low, you ignored him, walking out of the room as fast as possible. If you stayed here any longer, Sam would have bruises for sure. Bruises caused by you. You would not risk that. Though, he kind of deserved it.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Sam asked Rhodey when he finished with the press. You had told him you would wait here for him. There was no sign of you.

“Left a while ago.”

“What do you mean “Left a while ago.”? Did she say where she was heading?” why did you decide to leave? Had anything happened while he held his speech? All Rhodey could do was shrug. An explanation was not given by you. And he knew better than to ask.

“Take a walk?” Rhodey suggested, completely unaware to your weird behavior. The two of you were not that close. So he did not know you like Sam did. You were an adult, after all. If you wanted to go somewhere without asking someone first, then you were allowed to do that.

Disappointment was flooding through your body. Friends told each other stuff like that, right? So why did he keep it a secret that he planned on giving away the shield. With that action, he broke Steve’s trust & you were livid. If only Steve were here right now. You missed him. So much. Next time Sam met you, you could not promise anything. Because anger was all you felt. Anger & disappointment. Grief. But that one you could keep to yourself. At least for the time being. Shit. Bucky. One hundred percent did he watch Sam giving away the shield. Oh, he would be filled with hatred. Compared to that, you were only a small threat. Bucky was the one Wilson should keep an eye on. Well, he had been trying to get a hold of him. So far, without luck.

A gunshot blasting woke Bucky up from another night invaded by nightmares. His changed hair did not put his demons at bay. His look was different but there were some things he could never get rid of. His past. The past he dreaded as much as you did. Probably what you two had in common. Being part of HYDRA & all. His breathing was irregular & there was no way in hell he could go back to sleep. It was in the middle of the night & he hated himself for relying on someone else. But he would go insane if he did not call another person right now. If he did not call you. The only one who seemed to understand what he was going through. The only one who never judged him because of his nightmares. The only one who made him feel like he was a good person. Not the killer he once had been. When HYDRA controlled him. Back, when he was called “The Winter Soldier”. Would he ever move on from that? Grabbing his old phone, he did not overthink too long & dialed your number. One, he knew by heart. Because he had called you so many times. It stuck in his head.

“Buck? Is everything alright?” concern was present in your voice. Usually, when you got a call in the middle of the night, it was him. And you were fine with it. If he trusted you enough to help him with his demons, than you were more than happy to come to his aid. No matter the time.

“I-I…it’s just, ugh, I-“ still shaken up from his nightmare, you did not need him to finish his sentence. You had been in this exact situation so many times. You knew what he needed. Your presence. Your voice. Your comfort. You.

“I’ll be there in a few.” assuring him, you were already grabbing the stuff you needed & walked out of your apartment. Only one destination in mind. Him. “Do you need me to stay on the phone?” it was a simple question. A stupid one, too. Usually, he would not say a word until you were with him. But it felt right to ask him what he wanted you to do. Needed you to do. When he did not answer for a few moments, you guessed he only nodded, not realizing that you could not see his motions. Yet, he did not hang up. Neither did you. Your breathing was enough for him. At least until you were in his apartment.

Knocking softly, as to not wake his neighbors, the door opened almost immediately after. Squeaking ever so slightly. Taking in his appearance, you could tell that it had been a bad nightmare. No, not a nightmare. A memory. You knew that because it was the reason you woke up most nights as well. If it were not for him feeling miserable, you would have drooled by the sight of him. No shirt. Hair sticking around so beautifully. Eyes you could lose yourself in. But it was not the right timing. Besides, Bucky & you were just friends. That was it. Just friends. Though, you would lie if you said that you did not feel butterflies whenever he shot you one of his charming smiles. Whenever his body brushed against yours on accident. Yes, he did have that effect on you. Hell, that was not what he needed right now. Your feelings could be dealt with later on. Bucky was all who mattered now. There was no conversation. No words exchanged. It was enough for him if you were with him. A sign that he was not alone. That he still had you. Even after everything. Even after calling you, night after night, disturbing your own rest. Not that you got much to begin with but he did not need to know that. It had always been a mystery to him. Why you stuck around still. Though you had assured him thousands of times that you were in this for good. If he needed you, you were only one call away. And he appreciated you for it. More than he would ever like to admit. Friends. You were friends.

“So, Mr. Barnes, are you still having nightmares?” another session with Dr. Raynor. Another dreaded session. It was stupid to Bucky. But there was no way out of this. He had to. Seconds of silence went by before she spoke up again. “James, I asked you a question. Are you still having nightmares?” what kind of question was that? A stupid one. That was for sure.

“No.” simple, short. Sufficient. Not for his doctor, though.

“We’ve been doing this long enough that I can tell when you’re lying. Well, you seem a little off today. Did something happen recently?”

“No.” what an answer to move this session forward. Clearly, he was not in the mood to talk today. Not even you were able to get his mind off of things. Though, you definitely made his night easier.

“You’re a civilian now. With your history, the government needs to know that you’re not gonna…” her hand motioned stabbing. Awful action but who were you to judge? Bucky nodded with that look on his face that showed how completely done he was with this situation. Yet, she kept going. “It’s a condition of your pardon. So, tell me about your most recent nightmare.”

“I didn’t have a nightmare.” well, it was worth a try. After taking a deep breath, she grabbed the pencil, ready to start writing into that notebook of hers again. “Oh, come on. Really? You’re gonna do the notebook thing? Why? It’s passive aggressive.” looked like the two of them were going back to the roots.

“You don’t talk. I write.” Bucky sighed at that. He knew he would not get out of this.

“Okay. Okay. I crossed a name off the list of my amends yesterday. Don’t worry. I used all your three rules. Senator Atwood. She was a HYDRA pawn for years. Helped her get into office when I was the Winter Soldier. And after HYDRA disbanded, she continued to abuse the power I gave her.”

“So, rule number one, you can’t do anything illegal.”

“All I did was give some intel to the aide to convict her. And I wasn’t involved in anything else.”

“Rule number two?”

“What was rule number two?” his gaze drifting off, showing he thought about it deeply. How ironic.

“Nobody gets hurt. It’s a big one.”

“Then why isn’t it rule number one?” he did have a point there. No room left for arguing about that. “I didn’t hurt anybody. I promise.”

“And what about rule number three?” Bucky’s mouth opened, yet, nothing came out. “The whole point of making amends is to fulfil rule number three.”

“You know, you’re a cynic, Doc. Of course, I completed rule number three. I am James Bucky Barnes & you’re part of my efforts to make amends.” words followed by that smile of his. That smile everyone could tell was fake. Almost creepy. But efforts, right? It was all about the efforts.

“So, you did it all right, but it didn’t help with the nightmares.”

“Well, like I said, I didn’t have any.” Bucky Barnes, everyone. Still trying to fool his doctor.

“Look, one day, you’re gonna have to open up & understand that some people really do want to help you & that they can be trusted. People like (Y/N).” the mention of your name made his eyes snap up.

“I trust more people than her.” it sounded more like he tried to convince himself more than anyone else.

“Yeah? Give me your phone.” an order. Grabbing it out of his pocket to hand it over. A short look was enough. “You don’t have ten phone numbers on this thing. Oh, & you’ve been ignoring the texts from Sam. Look, you gotta nurture friendships. I am the only person you have called all week. That is so sad…Oh, that’s not right. You called (Y/N) last night. Anything you wanna tell me about that?” closing the flip phone, she threw it over to Bucky which he caught with ease.

“What? Do I need to justify calling a friend?” chuckling & shaking his head slightly, he brushed his hands over his thighs.

“If you call that friend at 3 am, then yes. Because you should sleep at that time. Except if you had a nightmare which you claimed that you didn’t.”

“We just talked. That’s all.” he thought that brushing it off as if it were nothing was enough to get her to shut up. Hell, he had brought you up during his sessions way too many times. After all, he still wanted the situation between you guys to be subtle.

“You’re alone.”

“A minute ago, you said I had (Y/N).” he tried arguing but his attempts failed.

“You’re a hundred years old. You have no history, no family…” right, pouring salt in the wounds. That usually worked.

“Are you lashing out at me, Doc? Because that’s really unprofessional, you know? When did that start? Yelling at your clients?” she seemed to have enough & again went for the little book next to her. “Oh, the notebook. That’s great.” sighing deeply, he braced himself to take her more seriously. “All right, give me a break. I’m trying, okay? This isn’t…This is new for me. I didn’t have a moment to deal with anything, you know? I had a little…calm in Wakanda. And other than that, I just went from one fight to another for 90 years.”

“So, now that you’ve stopped fighting, what do you want?” he had an answer in mind right away. Never ever would he say it out loud. It took him a second to reply. Because what he was about to say came in union with his first thought.

“Peace.”

“That is utter bullshit.” what a nice way to bad talk his answer. Maybe she was expecting something else from him. Maybe she knew the answer just as much as he did. The real answer.

“You’re a terrible shrink.”

“I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies, & I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone…”

“Which I’m not because I have (Y/N).”

“…that is the quietest, most personal hell. And, James, it is very hard to escape. Look, I know that you have been through a lot, but you’ve got your mind back, you are being pardoned. I mean, these are good things. You’re free.”

“To do what?”

Wednesday. Bucky usually went to Izzy. Today, he asked you to join him & Yori. Why he wanted you there with them? No clue. But it was not often he asked you to go somewhere with him so you agreed on meeting them there.

“Take a look.” Yori was a cute, old man. Reading his newspaper like a good citizen. Bucky had yet to give you an explanation as to why you were here right now. But for now, you just sat next to him, quietly observing your surroundings. “Nobody made it past 90 this week.” it was funny, to see Bucky trying his hardest to sound interested. Like he understood.

“So young. Such a shame.” his words made you scoff. Apparently, once you hit the 100 mark, you turn into a sarcastic piece. If you were not one before. If you ever made it to 100? Only the Gods knew what would come after that. Most people called you a sarcastic asshole now. Could that be topped?

“You guys didn’t order the usual, huh? Feeling a little adventurous?” the woman behind the counter directed her words at the three of you.

“Um, actually, I’ve never been here before, so…” you chuckled to avoid the awkwardness that would sure as hell build if you kept quiet now.

“You should ask her out.” Yori leaned over to Bucky & you almost choked on your food at his words. Bucky asking her out? Her? Yeah, she was beautiful & all. But her? Really? Seemed like that Yori dude did not know Bucky as well as he claimed to. You, on the other hand, were aware that nothing good would come out if it. Besides, they would not even make a nice couple. Shit, were you jealous? Oh no. Glancing over at the man next to you, his face showed just how much he despised this idea. At least something.

“Mm-mmm…” shaking his head frantically, he shot you a quick look but before his eyes locked onto yours, your gaze fell down to your plate. Slightly embarrassed. Scared that, if he looked at you, he would notice something behind your look. Something more. Something, that you wanted to keep hidden. For everyone’s sake.

“He would like to take you out on a date.” oh fuck off, Yori. You had nothing against this man but he was pushing your buttons. Could he not see that Bucky was incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of going on a date? With her? “Maybe to bingo or a night of pinochle.” hiding your laugh behind one of your hands, you could not believe that he was serious. Bucky & bingo? Well, it was for old people so you guessed it fit quite well. Not with her, though. Oh no, you really were jealous.

“I’m really sorry about him.” Bucky apologized for his friend’s behavior. Yes, you were sorry for him, too.

“Why are you sorry?” of course, now the woman was flirting with him. It got better & better. Taking a deep breath, you tried to keep your emotions at bay. You could not lash out in the middle of this restaurant, after all. Even though you were this close to doing just that. Deep breaths, you got this. “I’m game.” sure she was.

“Wow.” really? Bucky was impressed? By this? Oh come on, why would he settle for less when he could have so, so much more. But it was not your decision. He was not yours. You did not own him. Neither did you make the decisions for him.

“Tomorrow night, then?” Yori leaned over the counter.

“Tomorrow night’s great.” she replied with a bright smile.

“Hey, I just remembered something.” you spoke up all of a sudden. Bucky’s eyes met yours now & he saw that you were uncomfortable. Though, he could not pinpoint why. “Um, I-I need to go. See you, Buck. Bye guys.” sprinting out of the restaurant, you hoped nobody would follow you. Not in the mood to deal with anyone right now. All you wanted was to be alone right now. Your mind the only one keeping you company. But your mind was not really the kindest to you. Not in this particular moment. So what? Bucky had a date. You knew that would happen sooner or later. He was a good looking man. More importantly, you just wanted him to be happy. Genuinely happy.

Fucking great. Who could you talk to? You still were not done being mad at Sam. And now you were mad at Bucky for something he did not even do. He sort of did. He could have said no. If he really did not want to, he could have said no. Bucky was enough of a man to speak his mind, you knew that. Maybe he did want to go on a date with her. What was her name again? Not that you cared too much. But still. Blinking away the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes, you kept on walking. Without a real destination. You were stupid. Friends. Why could you not accept this? Usually, you would call Steve in such a situation. Or even Tony. But it was too late now. They were not here anymore. You had to deal with that sooner or later. Whether you liked it or not. Contemplating calling Sam, you eyed your phone carefully. One more button. But nope. The anger was bigger than the need to talk to someone. Stubborn you. Wilson could make you feel better. But you would most likely end up yelling at him. And you knew you would regret your words later on. So might as well stay silent for the time being. Until you calmed down enough.

It was 10 pm. Date time for Bucky. That same restaurant. Being the gentleman that we was, he even brought her flowers. Like it used to be back in the 40s.

“Well, if that’s not the most adorably old-fashioned thing anyone’s ever done.” Bucky felt lost. In her company. “Grab a seat, I’ll be done in a few.”

“Okay.” he could up & leave. It would not be too late. All he knew was that it felt wrong.

“So, have you dated much since half the fish in the sea came back?”

“Not really. I, um…tried the whole online dating thing. (Y/N), the girl who was here with me yesterday, she set up a profile for me because I didn’t understand a single thing.” laughing at the memory, he thought back to when he called you to ask you for a favor. How you laughed at him for wanting to try this whole bullshit. “It’s pretty crazy. A lot of weird pictures.”

“What kind of weird?”

“I mean, tiger photos? Half the time I don’t even know what I’m looking at. It’s…It’s a lot. When I showed (Y/N), she simply said that this was what I signed up for.”

“You sound like my dad.” definitely something a man did not want to hear while on a date. On the other hand, he did not even want this to be a date. “Wait. How old are you?

“A hundred & six.” only he could make it sound so casually. Like it was the most normal thing on this planet. Both laughed at his words. Simply because it was so absurd.

“What’s up with your big gloves?” a sensitive topic she just touched.

“I, um, have, uh…poor circulation.” sure thing.

“Hmm…Hey, what is it about this (Y/N) girl & you?” his eyes widened at her question. What was she getting at?

“She’s my friend. Why?” his dumbfounded expression made her chuckle.

“A friend, huh?”

“Um, yeah.”

“You sure about that?” an eyebrow raised. A questioning stare was sent his way.

“Why does everyone think I don’t have friends?” throwing his head back in frustration, he let out a long sigh.

“It’s not that.” she stopped briefly, thinking about her next words carefully. “Just, you guys seem pretty close.”

“Well, we’ve known each other for years.” he reasoned, gesturing with his hands to bring his point across.

“Yeah? And the looks you’re shooting each other when the other one’s not looking?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You two aren’t really subtle about this, you know?” she wiped the counter & did not even look at Bucky. He, on the other hand, started sweating.

“Subtle about what?”

“Oh, come on. Who are you kidding? I don’t even know why you’re here right now.”

“Because Yori set you & me up on a date.”

“And why did you agree?” she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an explanation from the man in front of her.

“I-I don’t know.” he responded truthfully. Because he thought it to be polite? Because Yori was the one who suggested it? Honestly, he was not sure.

“That’s what I thought. Look, you’re a nice guy & all but…just, listen to your heart from time to time. It’s late. You should head out. See you.” she turned around & walked further into the restaurant. Leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts. It was clear what she intended. Did not mean that it made this entire situation any easier. Bucky left without another word. Fresh air would help him think straight.

Your phone rang & you sighed when you checked who decided to annoy you. Bucky. Of course. But wait. Should he not be on his date right now? Did something go wrong? Not that you wanted it to but if you were entirely honest, you would not be mad about it either.

“Hi Buck. What’s up?”

“I need your help with something.” there was no hesitation in his voice. Just him being straight forward.

“Please don’t tell me you need help on how to get the girl.” it was your way to lighten the mood. You did that because you could tell that he was incredibly serious. Usually, this was never a good sign.

“Can I send you an address? Can you meet me there as soon as possible?” his voice was low, deep.

“Um, sure thing. But just to set things clear…I won’t join in on your fun, Buck. That’s between you & her.” again, sarcasm was your way of coping with emotions. Though, it was not the right time to use it right now. His next words were proof enough. You should not mess with him. Not in this moment.

“Can you be serious for a second?” he raised his voice a little. It was not much but it was enough to leave you confused. Bucky was not the person to yell at you. Especially not like this.

“I’m sorry…Um, yeah, tell me where & I’ll get there as fast as I can.” gulping down, you waited for him to give you more information.

Arriving at an unfamiliar building, you could make out Bucky’s form in front of it. Why would he want to meet you here? Where was his date?

“Buck?” your voice barely above a whisper. The night sky only illuminated by the moon that shone brightly. Providing just a tiny bit of light. Enough, to let you notice your surroundings.

“Thanks for coming.” you could tell that he was stressed, tough, you were not sure why.

“Is everything alright? Because I swear, if that woman did anyth-“

“No, she didn’t. Promise.” his warm smile was encouraging enough. It was clear that he was not lying to you. “Just…didn’t work out. But that’s not why you’re here.”

“Okay?”

“My last nightmare. Do you remember?” nodding for him to continue. “How I killed that innocent man?”

“It wasn’t you, Buck. You were being controlled.” touching his shoulder softly, squeezing it to reassure him.

“Whatever…That guy, it was Yori’s son. I want to, need to, apologize. Even though the apology comes way too late.” you nodded at him, your eyes meeting his briefly. Now you knew why he called you. He did not want to do this alone. No. He wanted you by his side. To support him through it. Entering the building together, Bucky led you to the apartment Yori lived in. His hand raised to knock on the door. Surprisingly, he did not waste any time. He wanted to get this over with. Understandingly so. No words were exchanged. You being here, with him, that was more than enough.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Yori opened the door, his face showed confusion by the appearance of you two. “How was the date?” you could not help but roll your eyes at the old man in front of you. Looking at Bucky, you were worried when you saw him having an internal conversation with himself. Mouth opening & closing again. No words coming out. Risking a look inside the apartment, you noticed a small picture frame with who you assumed to be his son. The one Bucky killed. No. The one the Winter Soldier killed.

“It was…It was good.” Bucky mumbled.

“Bullshit.” you followed after. None of them heard you, though. Luckily.

“Forgot I owed you for lunch.” Bucky handed him money. If you were not mistaken, this was not a form of apologizing. He had a hard time, though, that much was obvious. Afterwards, Bucky turned around & walked away without another word. Which left you alone with a confused looking Yori.

“I’m sorry for the disturbance, sir. Have a good night.” plastering on the sweetest smile you could offer, you followed Bucky outside. Jogging to keep up with the super soldier.

Back outside, you saw Bucky holding his little notebook in his hands. You knew about it. Because you were the only person he talked to when it came to his therapy sessions. A look over his shoulder could tell that his eyes were trained on the name being circled. His body was tense. That was not what he planned.

“It’s okay, Bucky.” your hand stroked over his lower back in a comforting way. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, hoping, that it would ease him a little. You could feel him calm down at your touch. “Give yourself some time.” you mumbled quietly, knowing he could hear you clearly due to the calm night. You just hoped that he would not beat himself up too much. Not more than he already did.

You were back in your own apartment. Still no words from Sam. But that was nothing new. Sometimes, he would go radio silent for a few days but after that, he would always check in with you. Maybe he figured that you were mad at him. For giving away the shield & all. And he probably was busy with work. The work he did with Torres. If he needed your help, he would call you for sure. Your TV got your attention again. Something told you to watch closely. So you did.

“Unrest, in the wake of recent events, has left us vulnerable. Every day Americans feel it. While we love heroes who put their lives on the line to defend Earth, we also need a hero to defend this country. We need a real person who embodies America’s greatest values. We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So, on behalf of the Department of Defense & our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.” the crowd cheered loudly & someone walked through the door. You could not believe what was happening. Please, this had to be a bad dream. When would you wake up form this hell? A man, wearing his suit, holding his shield, greeted the people. Looking at your hands, you could see small, blue sparks forming at the tips of your fingers. That only ever happened when you had no control over your emotions. Right now, you were everything but in control. Of course he had to wink at the camera like the sick person he was.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” breathing out lowly, you put your head into your hands, completely ignoring the sparks there. You did not feel them anyway. If you ever met this son of a bitch it would not end well for him. And the next time you would meet Wilson? Fingers crossed he could deal with your angry & disappointed self. Because you were seething.

~to be continued~

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Published (04/02/2021) by Cathy

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