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katyawriteswhump · 7 months ago

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power of love, part 17

PREVIEW: "Steve does that twisty thing with his tongue that Eddie couldn’t stop dreaming about. He’s gotten his whole body wrapped tight round Eddie, legs hitched round Eddie’s hips. In the water, he’s weightless, and as for Eddie… Whoops, can’t help it, Stevie! Heaven exists after all, because Eddie’s gotten both his hands clamped happily to Steve’s butt, and he’s rutting against him, raising waaay more than a semi..."

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CW for temporary character death... and then steddie cuteness, promise!

Eddie POV continued

O’Sullivan regards Eddie like something he’s just scraped off the bottom of his boot, then turns about and grabs Steve’s drooping chin. “Tell us where the girl is, Harrington. Or Loverboy’s gonna wish he’s never been born.”

Eddie’s stomach performs a sickening flip. Steve twists from O’Sullivan’s grip, looks pretty much ready to spit:

“Okay, okay,” he says. “I know who you mean. I never saw her. Ever! I swear! She’s dead. That’s what I heard… uh… yeah. Dead. Right? Trust me, she was swallowed by that Upside-Down-gate-craziness. Happy now? HAPPY NOW?”

O’Sullivan sighs. Then backhands Steve, hard, around the face. The white of Steve’s eyes flash up. He slumps limply against the guy behind him. They let him slide to the floor, impacting with a soft thud.

“If I were you, Munson, I’d consider your answers more carefully,” says O’Sullivan, as casually as if Steve had failed a physics test.

Eddie is left alone, with Steve lying on the floor, slumped on his side. Time stands still. A yellow strip-light flickers. Eddie remains plastered against the wall.

As if moving would be to concede this is real.

Steve isn’t moving. Steve is completely motionless.

Steve is…

After his second major concussion, Robin told Eddie, Steve wasn’t supposed to drink. But there was more to it, Eddie recalls. He can’t remember who spilled the rest, Steve or Robin, but Eddie knows—the doctor’s warning had been brutal. Any more head trauma, and Steve might have a stroke, a brain bleed, go blind, deaf, lose his memory, go mad. He could die.

A flash of wild terror spurs Eddie into action. He rushes to Steve, eases him over, gives him a little shake. “Steve? Steve!” He lifts Steve’s head and shoulders into his lap, cupping his face, jostling him gently. “You’re gonna be okay, Stevie. I’m gonna slay those son-of-a-bitches for this. Wake up. Wake up!”

He brushes the hair from Steve’s face. It’s so stupidly soft and warm, and his skin is warm too, hot even. There’s reddish marks around Steve’s temple and cheekbone where O’Sullivan struck him. “Not so bad, huh? C’mon. Wakey wakey, buddy.”

Eddie feels the blood trickling from Steve’s ear, mingling with the mud on Eddie’s jeans, before he sees it.

“Oh God, Baby, no, no, no, no, no.” Eddie lowers his cheek to Steve’s lips. No breath. NO BREATH! He fumbles for a pulse, and…

Time passes.

Tears drench Eddie’s face then dry up then start again. He hugs Steve to him, rocking him as if that would help, showering kisses on Steve’s hair till it’s matted with tears.

Eventually, Eddie’s arms ache so bad he shifts position. He cradles Steve more squarely across his lap and notices the scrap of paper half-tucked in Steve’s pocket. It’s the same green paper that Steve wrote that douchey sucker-punch note on.

Not that it matters now. Nothing matters now. Eddie reaches for it and reads it anyhow.

Eddie, I love you. Please don’t follow me. Steve x

The sourest tears yet flood his eyes. “I love you, too. I love you, I love you. We shouldn’t have worked. We should’ve hated each other's guts. But we did work, which was totally nuts. Jesus Christ, I loved you so much.”

Talk about timing, Munson. Story of my life. Story of my fucking life.

He wishes those bastards would come in and finish him. The thought of a future without Steve is unbearable.

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Steve POV

Steve’s been here before.

His pain dies in an instant. The blood-red veil lifts from in front of his eyes. That wordlessly singing voice trickles through the waters, reassuring him everything will be all right.

This time, he sure as heck doesn’t buy that candy-ass bull.

He can see Eddie, though it’s like he’s peering at him through mists. Eddie’s pain, on the other hand, is as raw and real to Steve as a dagger twisting in his gut. He hears Eddie’s voice, too, shaken by endless sobs: “Jesus Chris, I loved you so much.”

“That past tense sucks, Eddie. I love you, too.”

Eddie can’t hear, of course. Even scarier, Steve sees his own body, snug in Eddie’s arms, and he sure as heck isn’t in it. The swirling blue fogs between them thicken, and he hears a trickle of water. No, no, no, no, no! Don’t take me away. Still not yet. Please? I’ve gotta get back to him!

“You know what you have to do,” says that now-totally-annoying voice in his head.

Steve spins around. His spooky-ass fairy-water-god-spirit is floating around like a nerdy freshman with a crush on him. He raises some disturbingly translucent arms to the heavens. “You’re really starting to piss me off, you know that?”

“You know what you have to do.”

They sorta smile. He glares, while formulating a ballpark approximation of what’s supposed to happen next. Red tide rises, blue tide sweeps through these tunnels like a tsunami and BOOM washes these suckers to Hell. Or whatever. El comes back to Hawkins, defeats Vecna for good, saves the world.

He needs to channel his anger, feed that hate. One major problem:

“Hate to be a bummer, but I’m not being roped into your world of crazy. Not right now.” He plants his ghostly hands on his hips. “I can’t flush away the first guy who loved me back, like he was a dead goldfish or something.”

“You cannot drown him with love.”

“Seriously, if you don’t cut the cryptic bullshit, I’m gonna have to punch you.”

“Your power never came from anger, Steve. You’ll do anything to protect them, remember? Anything… anything.”

“Huh?” He turns that one over in his mind. Actually, it makes some sense. He shrugs and peeps over his shoulder. A single glance at Eddie, hunched and miserable, growing ever more distant, and that burning core of hate within him fades. Something a shitload stronger replaces it.

That’s when he feels it. A strange drag from the depths of his soul, an irresistible gravity that—somehow, he knows this—draws every drop of water in Hawkins toward the tunnels.

Oh. Crap. This is gonna be huge.

He squeezes his eyes tight, concentrates hard.

I’ll do anything to protect him. Anything. Anything… Jesus Christ, Eddie, I really hope this works!

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Eddie POV

At length, a couple of O’Sullivan’s minions come in, grab Eddie by his arms, hoist him up. He clings to Steve’s cold hand, like a kid clinging to a broken toy, till he’s forced to let him drop. The door slams between them.

“You’re just gonna leave him on the floor?” He mutters it way too quiet, keeps on muttering, as if it would distract him from the searing pain in his heart. “My uncle, a ton of decent guys I know—they served their country. Did it for reasons that made sense to them at the time. Wondering how this makes sense to you? Murdering teens. Hunting little girls. Bet your folks are real proud.”

They frogmarch him back to that vast hall. One of them points to a tall, upright box. Screw it, it looks like a coffin! O’Sullivan stalks over, and a white-hot hatred seizes Eddie, teeth grinding, because he’s totally beyond words.

O’Sullivan points to the box. “We call this the chokey. I suggest you tell us everything you know, and fast, or you will be spending some time in it. We also have one with spikes. It’s called an Iron Maiden.”

That’s when Eddie totally cracks up. “Iron Maiden? Awesome!” He manages several twangs on an air guitar, before he’s grabbed again, mid silent power-chord. They can’t cut off his genuine if joyless laughter: “You couldn’t make this shit up! This is the end of the Twentieth Century, man! I mean, I’m a huuuuuge fan of Iron Maiden, don’t get me wrong, but… Oh my God, oh my God, this is fucking insane!”

O’Sullivan looks pissed, and Eddie is shoved toward the upright coffin. That’s the point where Eddie hears the deafening thunder of the approaching flood.

Panic erupts in the hall. A split second later, the wall of water slams into him and sweeps him along, completely submerged. Screw Iron Maiden—his lungs are caught in an iron clamp. He sees his captors in the water, floating, fighting, scrambling. Drowning! Eddie’s panic swells bringing the swell of darkness with it…

His hand is grabbed, then he’s tugged close, held tight. He breathes something far sweeter than air, because Steve’s suddenly there, and he looks fiiiine, apart from… Oh shit, his eyes are no longer brown. They’re a deep, swirling midnight blue, like a whirlpool that’s gonna suck Eddie in. Which he kinda does, and Eddie’s good with that.

Steve’s lips close over Eddie’s, and the kiss is mind-blowing. Almost instantly, the weight of life lifts from Eddie’s shoulders, sweet air fills his lungs, and everything rocks. Steve anchors them both, as the flood rushes by, allowing Eddie to get totally in to the kiss.

Oh yeah, Baby!

Steve does that twisty thing with his tongue that Eddie couldn’t stop dreaming about. He’s gotten his whole body wrapped tight round Eddie, legs hitched round Eddie’s hips. In the water, he’s weightless, and as for Eddie… Whoops, can’t help it, Stevie! Heaven exists after all, because Eddie’s gotten both his hands clamped happily to Steve’s butt, and he’s rutting against him, raising waaay more than a semi.

The awesomeness is mildly interrupted by Steve’s voice in his head. “We have to finish this, Eddie. We have to get rid of these suckers, so Eleven can save the world.”

This should be shocking, but Eddie’s so punch-drunk on crazy he barely blinks. I think it’s kinda finished, thinks Eddie. Seriously, haven’t you drowned them already? Oh, and sorry ’bout the mahoosive boner.

“Back at ya, man. It’s not about killing them, tho’.”

Woah, you can hear MY voice too?

“’Course I can, dipshit! You’re part of this—haven’t you figured it out yet? It’s about love not hate, okay? You gotta help me.”

Help you with what, Babe?

“Um… I think I need to open a gate to another dimension.”

The Upside Down?

“Uuuuuh, not sure if I can do that one. It’s another one.”

Riiight. Sounds tricky. Can’t we just make out forever?

“Screw it—that could work.”

The kiss is already messy, sloppy, bordering on bruising, tongues scrubbing roughly, and teeth skimming tender flesh. As they happily suck each other’s faces off, Eddie senses a magnet-like current flowing between them, which doesn’t feel like Steve. It’s the stillness of ages, the brutal strength of nature, and a savage fury that escalates to a scream that’s definitely NOT Steve’s voice, though, actually, it might as well be:

“GET OUT OF MY TOWN AND STAY AWAY FROM MY KIDS!”

A mini thunderstorm whips up in Eddie’s head, crashing, cracking and fizzing like his skulls gonna explode. He enfolds Steve tighter than ever and kisses him like the fate of the world depends on it.

Which it might. Which is totally rad. There’s plenty worse ways to save the world than kissing Steve Harrington.

A boom louder than an AC/DC concert shakes the crap out of him, and everything fades to black.

Part 18

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I might be taking a short break before I write more of this... maybe not, but life is not kind right now... we'll see ;)

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology @finntheehumaneater If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

#steddie #steve harrington #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfiction #platonic stobin #stobin #stobin fic #steve stranger things #steve harrington angst #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington hc

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mcuamerica · 2 years ago

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i have sweet, cool and probably fluff ideal request where steve rogers meets deaf reader, who works in the art studio and has a service dog that is protective over her but likes steve

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Deaf!Fem!Reader

A/N: this one is so cute! Thanks so much for request and I apologize that it took so long! I do want to mention that I am not deaf, so if I get anything wrong or offend anyone, please let me know so I can learn and grow! Enjoy!

After a long mission, Steve couldn’t wait to get back to Brooklyn. His apartment was calling his name. But, he needed to stop at the grocery store first.

As he walked down the street, he noticed a beautiful woman, with the cutest looking dog, walk into the local art studio. Natasha had been telling him about how he needed to put himself out there more, and this was the perfect opportunity. He already knew him and this woman had one thing in common: art.

So, Steve made his way into the art studio, hearing the bell above the door ring.

He wasn’t the only one who heard it, with your sweet service dog (Nellie) nudging her nose into your hand. You looked up, turning around from the counter and giving a polite smile to the handsome man who walked in. You couldn’t help but recognize him from somewhere, but you would have to think about that later since he was approaching you.

You hadn’t grabbed your name tag from the desk yet, but thankfully your service dog’s vest said everything so things didn’t get awkward when the man realized you couldn’t hear.

Steve noticed the dogs vest as he got closer, seeing it say “Service Dog for Hearing.” He glanced up at the woman and smiled, before pulling out a pen and notebook that he always kept with him.

While you stood there, waiting for him to write, you couldn’t help but notice the small blush on his cheeks. The way he nervously fidgeted with the pen as he finished the sentence, then held out the book and pen for you to respond. On it, he wrote “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were. Can I have your name?”

Now was your time to get nervous. You looked up at him and then back down as you took the pen. You noticed that Nellie hadn’t gotten in front of you, something she normally did when meeting new people. She must’ve liked him.

You wrote down your name in the book and then asked for his, where he wrote it back to you.

Nellie bumped your hand with her nose, making you look down to her and then noticing she wanted to take a break. You gave her the command and then watched as she took a few steps towards Steve, then licked his hand.

You laughed softly, covering your mouth in semi-shock since you’d never seen her be so friendly with a stranger before.

Steve smiled and bent down, petting Nellie’s head. Once he got back up, Nellie returned to your side and sat down, her tail settling on the floor.

“Would you mind if I got your number, so we could get coffee sometime?” Steve wrote on the pad, then passed it over to you.

With a slightly shaky hand, you agreed, smiling at him as you handed him the paper back with your number and full name on it.

He took out his phone and typed it in, then sent you a quick text so you would have his number as well.

“I’ll see you later, (Y/N). Have a good day.” He gave you a final piece of paper, waving to you before he turned and walked away.

You couldn’t help but feel giddy with your newly acquired date as you turned to your phone, writing a quick reply back to him before you got back to signing in for work.

#steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x deaf!reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel #captain america #anon request

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taintedcigs · 9 months ago

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labyrinth sounds super sweet 🥹 do you per chance have a snippet you might be willing to share with a poor commoner such as myself? 🙏🏼

oh you sweet lil angel OF COUUUURSE!! i actually was gonna make that a little mini-series buuuut i have decided to make it a oneshot (probably a very long one, wooops), i still don't know what direction it will take but it has a stupid meetcute ? i keep gushing abt <33

it's basically steve being fully pessimistic abt love, after many failed dates robin tried to set him up on. and JUST when he thinks he lost all hope, you swarm into family video, making a little offer steve can't refuse <3

its still a very VERY rough draft but snippet under the cut that might be a teeny tiny long <3

Robin, leaning against the counter with an air of annoyance, “Already turning into a miserable old man I see?” She quipped, a playful glint sparkling in her bold icy gaze.

With a roll of his eyes, Steve chose to ignore her jests, fingertips grazing against the tape in his hand before he pushed it next to the others. “Anyway, I’m just saying I don’t want to do this whole love bullshit anymore, so, I can and will shut myself off,” he grumbled.

Miserable old man. Robin thought to herself. “Whatever you say,” she mumbled, conceding to his stubbornness.

“But,” She leaned further onto the counter with a sheepish smile, “you never know when true love is gonna find you!” Her attempt to inject a bit of optimism into Steve's newly cynical outlook fell deaf on his ears.

A bitter huff escaped from those otherwise sweet lips. “If it comes looking for me I’ll be here fixing the damn horror section, thanks to those idiotic kids!”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disapproval before she went back down to counting the stocks, scribbling down some nonsense to avoid Steve.

“I swear if I ever see those little fuckers again—” Steve’s little rambling to himself was interrupted by you. Like a sudden burst of sunlight piercing through his gloomy clouds.

“Hi! Sorry for bothering but—” Such a soothing voice usually would've made him melt. But, with such bitterness filling his body, it only made Steve snap.

“What?” He asked, rather rudely, body jerking back with the annoyance of dealing with another customer. That was until he faced you, regret filling his skin faster than the caffeine still swimming in his veins.

“Oh—uh, sorry, didn’t mean to—” You muttered, startled by his semi-rudeness, yet once he saw you his demeanor, that stupid ice wall melted quicker than he built it up.

“No, shit, I’m sorry, I mean not shit— fuck, ah.” He rambled, embarrassed, a salmon pink color rushing to his cheeks, almost knocking over the trolley he was standing next to.

Thankfully, you let out a sweet giggle, saccharine, charming. “Don’t worry, I totally get that, the whole anger and cussing thing.”

“No, no, I swear I’m not like an angry person—” He tried to reassure, and you were quick to give him another smile, one he felt he didn't deserve.

“I get it. Customers aren’t always right, you know?” You gave him an understanding shrug, almost comforting him, and Steve felt that giddiness again, the one he thought he had fully lost.

He really was pathetic.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“I just started working in that coffee shop down the street, and shit, indeed. These people can be mean,” you further related, and Steve couldn't help but get a better look at you—chocolate gaze getting caught onto the crescent moon necklace clasped around your neck, Levi’s jeans hugging your curves in the best way, and a graphic tee to pair it with. Effortlessly stunning.

Still out of breath, and attempting to seem collected, Steve managed to ask, “Merrill's?”

The worst coffee in town. The only coffee shop in Hawkins. Toilet water quality type of coffee, and always the stalest pastries. But, shit, if you were there, Steve was more than willing to chug a gallon of their coffee.

#em’s mail💌#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #wips

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kandisheek · 8 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 12 – OTHER MARVEL SHIPS

CLINT/BUCKY

I Hate Running by copperbadge

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 916 Tags: Running, Flirting, Murder Strut

Summary: Clint and Bucky go running. This was a potential mistake.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so goddamn funny, it cracks me up every single time. Poor Bucky and his moonshine crackpot serum, he never stood a chance. There are so many fantastic lines in this that I can't possibly quote them all, so I hope you go and check this one out, because it's amazing!

Trainwreck Through A Rear Window by flawedamythyst

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 9,840 Tags: No Powers, PTSD, Deaf Clint

Summary: Through Clint's big main window, you could see straight across the street and into the apartment opposite, where a man was standing, staring at Clint as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. When he caught Clint's eye, he just shook his head slowly. -- The guy in the apartment opposite spends way too much time watching Clint make a fool of himself, which wouldn't matter as much if he weren't also smoking hot.

Reasons why I love it: They're so fucking cute, ugh, I can't. Clint The Trainwreck Barton is just the best, I laughed my ass off multiple times. And everyone rooting for him and Bucky from the sidelines is just adorable. The way they finally meet is perfect too. This fic is amazing, and I hope you give it a shot, if you haven't already!

crack the whip, shape-shift and trick by shatteredhourglass

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 2,347 Tags: Trans Clint, Protective Bucky, Chest Binding

Summary: “Remember when Tony sat you and Steve and Thor down and started that god-awful PowerPoint Presentation about queer people?” Bucky snorts. “Did he think that they just fuckin’ appeared out of nowhere after the war? Honestly. I nearly shot his computer. Steve liked it.” -- A request from Tumblr for some trans Clint

Reasons why I love it: I would pay good money to see that presentation Tony whipped up. I love Bucky's reaction to Clint's gender identity, and the fluff that follows is pure gold. This fic is lovely, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

Maybe If You're Good by circ_bamboo

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: E Words: 3,984 Tags: PWP, Wall Sex, Banter

Summary: "So, we share an ex." Bucky seriously thought about grabbing one of the knives on the counter and stabbing Clint for trying to talk to him before coffee, but he'd promised Steve he wouldn't do that and promised Tony that he wouldn't get any more blood on surfaces that didn't clean easily. (And then there is snark and wallsex.)

Reasons why I love it: Honestly, when Clint flexes, I dare anyone to keep their concentration. This fic is so much fun – Clint and Bucky sassing each other and Bucky teasing the fuck out of Clint is great. And on top of that, the smut is hot as hell. I love this fic to bits, and I bet you will too!

Got Me Lyin' (for your love) by Kangofu_CB

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 4,266 Tags: Meet-Cute, Veteran Bucky, Deaf Clint

Summary: Clint advertises himself as a ‘semi-acceptable to totally inappropriate boyfriend for all your family holiday, family dinner, corporate Christmas party, and other fake-dating needs’. It's surprisingly lucrative, especially around Thanksgiving and Christmas, and he is always very clear with his ‘dates’ exactly what he is and isn't willing to do, and anything physical beyond some hand-holding or maybe a light peck on the mouth is completely off the table. So when Natasha asks him for a favor - to help out one of her friends with his own special brand of help, Clint readily agrees. But James 'Bucky' Barnes is nothing like Clint's other clients.

Reasons why I love it: Clint falling head over heels for Bucky's murder strut, we love to see it. I can totally see Clint offering services like this, and I love that bit with Todd in the beginning there. This fic is super funny and sweet, so I hope you check it out for yourself!

Synchronicity by AvaKelly

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: M Words: 7,346 Tags: Avengers Tower, Bed Sharing, Clint Needs a Hug

Summary: James ends up berating himself internally while the meals get ready. He can't stomach any food right now, so he leans onto the counter with his coffee while everyone else eats. That's when Clint stumbles in, eyes half closed and hair in disarray. He's wearing one of James' hoodies, the one Tony's given him as a joke, that says Cyborg on the front and Murderous Kitten on the back, but is surprisingly soft. OR: the one where Clint falls asleep everywhere and James takes it upon himself to carry him to bed.

Reasons why I love it: This one is just beautiful. Bucky slipping so effortlessly into his role as the one who takes care of Clint, giving him everything he needs – I could read that all day. The story beats that touch on their trauma are heart-breaking, but it just makes the fluff that follows all the sweeter. I love this fic, and I highly recommend that you check it out for yourself!

#winterhawk #clintbucky #marvel #fanfic #fic rec #ficrec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 9 months ago

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Once More, You Open the Door

by Al0homora, HeadoverHeels (Al0homora)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Past Steve Harrington/Original Female Character, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler (background), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), The Party (Stranger Things), Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Original Female Character(s), Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Erica Sinclair, Wayne Munson Additional Tags: Future Fic, Parent Steve Harrington, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Divorce, Separations, Robin Buckley is the best, Good Friend Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie picking up the pieces, Mutual Pining, Semi-Slow Burn, Pent Up Feelings, Steve is the best dad, Eddie is great with kids, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Business Owner Steve, Musician Eddie Munson, 90s References, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Protective Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has Head Trauma, Steve Harrington Has Migraines, Hearing Loss, Supportive Steve Harrington, Period-Typical Homophobia, Domestic Fluff, Major Character Injury, Head Injury, Deaf Character, Hurt Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Concussions, Post-Concussion Syndrome Words: 91,547 Chapters: 19/19

Summary

Eddie always seems to just understand what Steve needs before he understands it himself, even back when they were two kids sharing a hospital room after the near-end-of-the-world. Before Steve’s unplanned train wreck of a marriage, and Eddie’s unplanned meteoric rise to musical fame. Before they somehow became unwitting best-friends, always teetering on the edge of an unspoken something more that they’ll never get to act on. Eddie just knows what Steve needs. He knows Steve. And what if, now, after all of it, they can finally act? What if they can finally say all of the things that have gone for so long, unspoken? In the fall of 1997, Steve's marriage falls apart around him while he tries to hold himself together for his two little girls. Luckily, he finds that he doesn't have to sail the sinking ship all on his own, and maybe its a little more water-tight than he had thought. He has people there with life-preservers, and someone important waiting to catch him.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #multi-chaptered #50-100k #future fic #single dad steve #mutual pining #slow burn #hoh steve #rockstar eddie #domestic fluff

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hairstevington · 5 months ago

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20 Questions for Writers!

I was tagged by @marvel-ous-m thank you so much my dear ily <3 <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I currently have 32 works...Yowza!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

Hahahaha ok ok ok I'm scared to look but I will. I have 696,369 words on Ao3. That is...so many. And there are way more unpublished!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, I have only written for Stranger Things, other than my one teaser chapter for a Buffy x Stranger Things crossover I really do hope to return to one day.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

songs that voices never share (aka deaf!Steve part 1)

Stranger Therapy (which has recently made a resurgance - and a sort of part 2 is on the way!)

i wanna cut to the feeling

i can't tune you out

Freaky Friday (Steddie's Version) - honestly this one is still my baby

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always always always!! Even if people just write a heart or something, I write back. When I get a notification that someone commented, it literally makes my day and I re-read them often as a pick-me-up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Honestly I don't write angsty endings!! I much prefer the happy ones. Closest I've got to angsty I guess is I'm counting the days to the rapture, depending on whose ending you focus on lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh GOSH. Almost all of them end on a sugary sweet note, but I'll link flowers and ink because that whole thing is just fluff fluff fluffy fluff

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really? And I'm super grateful for that because on the few times I've gotten semi rude feedback, it has totally plagued my brain hahaha. I'm thankful that so far nothing too bad. (Please nobody change that!)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I mean, I have, but I don't have anything 18+ on this account very intentionally.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I would, but I haven't really gotten it to stick! One chapter of my Buffy crossover is out, and I have a TLOU crossover idea in my drafts, and there's of course my nearly completed WIP Eddie Munson vs the World, but that's more of an inspired by and less of a crossover. By the way, everyone read that one because it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever written.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sure hope not! But it's possible, I suppose.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but AHHH that would be very cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!! I co-wrote a Carrie AU with another fandom friend where Eddie was Carrie and Steve/Chrissy care for him and save him after the prom fiasco. It's on my friend's account, because it's got violence and other explicit content, but it really launched me into taking more risks in my writing!

I also started collabing with my bestie @steviesbicrisis on another fic, but then both of us got super busy. Sorry about that!

Me and @withacapitalp also came up with a banger idea for a collab last night so...we shall see!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Oh gosh, all time???? Oh, man. Steddie makes me feral to write, obviously, but to shake things up I'll add Spuffy and Literati (Rory and Jess from Gilmore Girls) into the mix.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

This is so tough because I have thing this where, if I publish a chapter, I HAVE to finish it. But!! There are many things in my WIP folder I don't think I will ever get to, including my Buffy crossover and the one where Dustin and Erica has a time-traveling daughter.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Just like my friend who tagged me, i think characterization and dialogue are my strong suits. It's what I get positive feedback on the most. I also think I'm funny though! At least, in the fics that are more silly lol.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probablyyyy ummm descriptions? Yeah, that. I've gotten A LOT better about it, but I usually end up writing a lot of dialogue with minimal action because it's easier for me lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Okay, so I've done it, and it's TOUGH. It was for deaf Steve (tagged above, it's my most popular fic). ASL was especially challenging because it can't really be written down, so I had to get creative.

In one fic, any time a character spoke Russian, I just italicized it and made a note at the beginning that mean it wasn't in English canonically. I am not fluent in Russian, so I didn't want to risk relying on Google Translate! Plus, I'd have to write the English part anyway for readers.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think. Technically. It was...ha ha, nope. I don't even wanna say it.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

This is so hard, they are all my babies and I put so much care into them! I'm gonna give a shoutout to Back to the Future (Hawkins Edition), as I always do. Now that it's been done over a year I can see the flaws in it and what I would have done different, but the amount of planning and thought and research I put in that thing deserves recognition lol. I think my current long project, we can be heroes (aka part 2 of deaf steve!), could take over as the biggest undertaking, though. But so far it's probably about equal lol.

The besties I have tagged above are welcome to do this. I also wanna nominate @tartarusknight and @imfinereallyybut no pressure!

#this was fun!#I've been so busy but I promise updates are coming #school is so hard #writing #me

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iliveonteaandbooks · 1 year ago

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•A Steve Harrington x Reader Mini Series•

Camping Trip Pt. 1: Car Ride Gone Wrong

Steve Harrington x Reader

Series: Pt. 1

Summary: Steve and you decide to take the boys for a small camping trip for a few days. But during the car ride, things go a little...downhill.

Genre: Angst - ish?

Language: English (English is my first language btw)

Requested: Yes/No

Warnings: Language, yelling

Word count: 925 words

A/N: I normally don’t use strong language in my writing but this is Stranger Things; I mean c‘mon. I had a lot of fun writing this. This is also my first one for Steve; bear with me:) I love feedback on my writing, so please feel free to comment. Requests are open for other fandoms as well! Oh, and I do not own you, Stranger Things, the characters or the actors that portray them, or any of the gifs I use. Credit to the owners. Thanks! <3

MASTERLIST

"Are we there yet?" groaned Dustin from the back of Steve's car.

"What?" you semi - yelled, over the loud music coming from the radio.

"ARE. WE. THERE. YET?!" yelled Dustin.

"Quit yelling man!" barked Steve looking unto the mirror above.

"Well your girlfriend's deaf as hell and can't hear shit!" Dustin yelled back.

Steve chuckled.

"Are you not going to defend me?" you cried lightly hitting hitting his arm and suddenly sitting up.

Steve merely, shrugged, putting his sunglasses back on.

You scoffed putting your feet back on the dashboard.

Steve glanced, annoyed (slightly) but said nothing about it.

"Back to the question." sighed Lucas.

"Honestly, like a married couple." rolled his eyes Mike.

"Well, according to the map we still have another two hours."

A chorus of groans and sighs erupted from the back.

"Don't blame me. If Steve hadn't taken a wrong exit back at the interstate," you looked sheepishly at Steve. "We would have been pulling up by now."

Everyone looked at Steve.

"I did not just hear that. Who agreed to drive you dipshits for five ef'ing hours? Huh? I really don't have to do this, you know."

"In the meantime let's play a game!" you offered cheerfully. "I spy." you began. But a series of:

"I'm out."

"Here she goes.

"Here we go."

"Yeah, no. Not happenin'."

"No thanks." erupted from the back.

And a quiet "Nope." from Steve. Which was a mistake from Steve's side.

"STEVE!" you yelled. "That's mean."

Pouting, you turned around and stared out the window at the never ending fields and trees; arms crossed. You even took your feet off the dashboard.

"Aw. Babe. C'mon. I didn't mean it like that. Don't get mad at me?" he pleaded taking off hiss sunglasses and giving you his best puppy eyes.

You weren't looking at him though.

"No you jerk." you mumbled.

He started poking you trying to get out at least a giggle or maybe even a smile. But you slapped his hand away.

Forgetting he was on the road, he turned towards you with both hands.

"EYES ON THE ROAD!" the kids yelled together making you quickly turned around.

"Steve!" you yelled, your voice filled with worry and urgency. Afraid for everyone's life.

The car was swerving. On a highway.

He quickly grabbed the steering wheel saving the car from crashing into the truck ahead of you.

You guys were now stuck in traffic. Great.

"Jesus Christ!" you yelled. From relief of course.

"Oh. My. God." he breathed rubbing his temples.

The kids were having none of it.

"What the hell dude?!"

"You about almost frickin' killed us!"

"Are you insane?!"

"Eyes on the road next time. Jeez."

"I have to agree, Steve. That was a close one." you said.

"Yeah, Steve. Even your girlfriend agrees."

"QUIET!" yelled Steve suddenly and all of you immediately quieted down. "I'm sorry, okay?! I was an accident. You think I meant for this to happen? To 'kill' us all? She," he pointed a finger at you. "distracted me." he shouted.

"Yeah, Steve blame it on me." you shouted back. "No one," you indicated around the car, "asked you to start poking ME! Or start trying to hug ME! Maybe, just maybe, you should keep your eyes on the GOD-DAMN ROAD!" you yelled now.

"Guys!" yelled Mike.

He was unnoticed.

"Well then you shouldn't take things so seriously and make a big deal out of everything!" he shouted.

"How dare you! Do you realize how crazy you sound?"

"GUYS!!!" yelled Mike again while the others watched you like a tennis match. "GUYS! YOU ARE GOING TO WAKE UP WILL!"

"Probably to late for that." muttered Lucas, to which Steve just rolled his eyes.

You two immediately stopped.

Suddenly, you became interested in the worn out map. And Steve stared out the window keeping one hand on the wheel.

"Well, this is awkward." deadpanned Lucas.

Both you and Steve turned to say something but noticing this, immediately turned back around.

Not only were you stuck in traffic with a bunch of boys and a jerk, you were now in a fight with Steve. A ridiculous one at that. Great. Just Great. Wonderful. This is so stupid, you thought.

This is really, truly not how you wanted to spend your camping trip.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did! Pt. 2? Maybe? Let me know in the comments. Thanks! <3

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myfunkinapocalypse · 1 year ago

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Name: Sergeant John Captain Tankman

Age: 60

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Human

Skills: Anything relating to the military. Cock jokes.

Story: A military captain who went off on his own, one day he met a loving and kind lady named Alice and together they birthed two beautiful children, Pico and his sister Vicky. Tankman witnessed Pico in the news of the aftermath of the school shooting and went with Alice immediately to the school and Vicky came along to also comfort Pico, Pico was so stricken and terrified that he thought his family were enemies. John sadly lost Alice in a T bone accident with a semi driver and was there with his two children when they decided to pull the plug on her. He now dates his second in command Steve, but still severely misses Alice. He would do anything for his children and husband and wife when she was alive. Tankman was also diagnosed with PTSD and schizophrenia from his time as a sergeant in the army.

(Credit to Cherry_Jelly and SimpKiwii)

Name: Alice Tankman

Age: 27 (When alive) 61 (Current age)

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Human (Formerly) Angel/Spirit (Currently)

Skills: Ability to sign in ASL pretty fluently, ability to work with technology (When alive) Flying, fighting with a light sword, watching over loved ones from heaven.

Story: Alice was a very sweet and loving girl. Born in 1959, she was very optimistic and outgoing, she caught scarlet fever in 1963 and it led her to be deaf. In 1982 she discovered My Little Pony and fell in love. Being 23 and dating Tankman at the time, she got her first ever pony which was Cherries Jubilee and loved it and collected every pony ever since. In 1990 she gave birth to Pico and Vicky and cherished them. Then in 1999 she saw what Pico went through in the school shooting aftermath and hurried over with Tankman and Vicky. After bringing Pico to the hospital and comforting him, they lived happily until a few months later when she was T-boned by a semi truck and left in critical condition, she was in a coma and after 2 weeks of no response or activity, Tankman made the really hard decision to pull the plug and she died and went to heaven, now she watches over Pico and her family, providing support in the apocalypse through her prayers and love.

Name: Vicky Tankman

Age: 34

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Human

Skills: Being the "worst babysitter ever", acting, and being a supportive sister

Story: Vicky was born a few minutes after Pico which technically makes her the little sister of the family. Despite her appearance she's really sweet and loves her family and older brother, ever since they were little Pico would allow her to call him "little brother" for dominance reasons. In 2001 Vicky got an acting job at Nickelodeon for a show called Fairly Odd Parents, when she was 11. They casted her as an evil 16 year old babysitter with the same name. She did acting for 24 years before they cancelled the show and she was forced to retire. Although she has no gun skills like her brother, she wields a chainsaw and can be very deadly when threatening her family.

#pico's family

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anarcoqueer1994 · 2 years ago

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"Steve?"

"Steve?" A little louder.

"Steve?!" Dustin shouts, even though he just to the left of him.

At that, Steve turns his head "What?"

"Ugh" Dustin sighs dramatically. "I guess I'll repeat myself one more time, since you weren't listening. I said, will you take us to the ice skating rink in the next town this Saturday?"

"Yeah, sure man. " Steve says easily. Of course he will, he wasn’t trying not to listen, but he hadn’t realized Dustin was talking to him. They are all hanging out in Steve’s livingroom, parents of course not home. With the various conversations going on between the other kids and the older teens, it was hard for Steve to hear. If he doesn't actively try to listen, or know someone is talking to him, he can't always hear them. His hearing in his left ear has been going since the various head injuries he has gotten over the last couple years. But he doesn’t mention it. All he has is his body to protect his friends. He doesn't feel smart, or strategic, or really anything else useful that he can offer. So if they find out he is physically impaired in someway, they will know they don't need him anymore. So he keeps quiet. And it works, people just chalk it up to poor listening. They don't question it. Afterall he can hear if he tries, he did hear Dustin in the Upside-Down.

But Eddie notices. He honestly notices everything Steve Harrington does, has since he realized that he had a massive crush on him in when he threw him his sweater. But Eddie sees the way Steve focuses on every conversation he is in, and how genuinely surprised he looks when someone thinks he is not listening. He watches as Steve will turn his head so his right ear is always closer to the person he is trying to hear. He wonders why Steve doesn't just speak up.

So he slides to the empty couch cushion to the right of Steve. He leans in close to Steve's ear, in a low voice he says "Can we go somewhere to talk, big boy?" The flirtatious name comes out instinctively.

Steve nearly jumps out of his skin at the feel of Eddie’s breath against his skin. He doesn't know why Eddie wants to talk alone, but it makes his heart pound against his chest. All he can do is nod as he stands up, leading Eddie to his bedroom.

It is only when he closes his bedroom door, he realizes he made a mistake. They could've gone anywhere, the kitchen, dining room, literally anywhere else to be alone and he took him here. He sits on the edge of the bed, a small blush covering his face.

Eddie also acknowledges the odd choice, tries to not to read into it, as he sits next to Steve. He clears his throat, causing Steve to look at him. "I wanna ask you something, okay?" He shifts uncomfortably.

Steve hears the nervousness in Eddie's voice, imagination running wild as what the question could be. He lets himself hope for a moment that Eddie wants him too. Eddie does call him all those cute names afterall. He quietly replies "Yea?" Eddie sees Steve subconsciously lean closer leading with his right side.

All the hope is crushed when he hears Eddie’s question. "Steve can you not hear out of your left ear?" Eddie's big doe eyes boring into him.

Steve feels stupid, of course Eddie wasn't going to ask him out. Eddie just noticed that he was broken. He looks away before saying "It's nothing, Eds. My right ear is fine, I get by fine."

Steve is the only one who calls him Eds, and it makes his brain malfunction everytime, wanting to melt into the sweet little name. But he pulls it together. "Princess," he watches Steve blush at the nickname he has called him for months, always eliciting the same reaction. Eddie isn't sure if it is embarrassment, or fondness, but he knows Steve likes it more than 'king Steve.' "I know you get by fine. You're badass, you can do anything." The way Eddie says it is so genuine, like he truly believes Steve is this amazing person, and if Steve isn't careful, he may fall for it. But he stays quiet, keeping his guard up.

So Eddie continues. "But you don't have to. If you can't hear, say something. We're your friends, we can make adjustments."

Steve looks down and mumbles "It's fine."

"Steve..." Eddie starts.

"I said it was fine, Eddie!" He voice is stern, tinged with brokenness. He meets Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie is frustrated, not sure why Steve is being so difficult. "Why are you being like this, Harrington?!" He throws his hands up in the air.

Steve stands up, off the bed so he can stand in front of Eddie, looking down at him. "Because, it really I fine. I don't want you guys to worry about me, or be seen as something else that needs to be taken care of, a burden. God, I'm such a fucking idiot. I actually thought that maybe you were going to ask me out. But no, it was just to remind me that I am breaking, that soon I'm going to be useless to you guys." Steve hadn't meant to say all that, but he did and now he is left feeling vulnerable and little.

Eddie tries to process everything, including the fact that Steve Harrington wanted him to ask him out. But he is stuck on the last part, that Steve honestly believes his friends only want him for what he can do for them. He doesn't know what makes him do it but he reaches for Steve’s shaking hands that were down by his sides. He expects Steve to pull away, but he doesn’t. He just stays still staring at Eddie. "Stevie...you can never be useless to us, I need you to know that. We are your friends, and not just because you do stuff for all of us, for me. You do that, and we appreciate you, but that's not all you are Steve Harrington."

The glassy look in Steve’s eyes show such insecurities, terrified to believe him. He whispers "Really?"

"Yes." Eddie smiles "You are brave and funny and smart." At smart Steve turns his head in disbelief.

"Hey, hey." Eddie fights to get his attention again. "You are smart. Robin has told me how you put together that music was from the mall when their were Russians, and how your quick thinking saved them. You knew you had the best chance to find the portal. Stevie, we all are smart in different ways. And even that, you are more. You are the best person I know." Steve meets his eyes again. "And I know everyone loves you, especially me..." Eddie blushes and Steve catches it. Then Eddie sees it, that pretty little smile Steve gives when he is genuinely happy.

"Do you mean that?" Steve whispers.

"Yea..." Eddie smiles, before a burst of bravery comes over him. He pulls Steve down to his knee, so that Steve's sitting with his right ear facing Eddie. Eddie wraps his arms around the surprised man's waist, whispering into his right ear so he can be heard loud and clear. "So we can make adjustments for you."

Steve turns his head so he is facing the other man, beaming. "Thanks Eddie..." He flashes his eyes down to Eddie's lips and back up to his eyes, silently asking permission to do more.

Eddie’s eyes say it all, eagerly glistening back at Steve. So Steve puts one hand under Eddie’s chin while the other twists into his hair, leaning in close, crashing thier lips together. Eddie's lips are chapped but he likes the friction against his, the kiss needy and passionate and wonderful.

They end up making out on Steve’s bed, Eddie laying back and pulling Steve on top of him, hands roaming along each other’s bodies. It isn't until they hear a couple of them upstairs looking them, that they pull apart. When Steve opens the door to Dustin and Robin, hair askewed and shirt not doing much better, Dustin just shakes his head looking past him to Eddie sitting on his bed. "Finally." Giving him a shit eating grin. Robin is smiling next to him knowing of Steve's massive crush.

They go to turn around, presumably to leave the other two to it, when Steve says "Wait."

That afternoon he told them he was having trouble hearing, telling the others soon after. And Eddie was right. The others didn't care, treating him no different. They make little adjustments like ensuring they are standing to the right of Steve, or tapping him to get his attention to ensure he hears them. But they never make Steve feel bad about it because they do love Steve as much as he loves them.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve can't hear #semi deaf steve #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steve loves his friends #they love him

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catonthesideoftheroad · 2 years ago

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WHAT ABOUT

a SUPER ANGSTY fic (Steve x reader) where the reader is in the same situation as Nancy in for the last episode in season 4 ( has a vision right before leaving the upside down)

BUT Steve and the gang aren't able to help them.

and can it have a SAD ending, I love those

tags: rough start but it gets better 😺, mention death of a baby, bones break, semi-graphic description of what happens in the show, spoilers obvi, not edited 🫥

word count: 1.6k

a/n: you and steve have the same relationship as nancy and steve. requests open for stranger things. join my taglist

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I need you- Steve Harrington x Reader

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It was down to me and Steve that were still in the Upside Down. More specifically Eddie’s trailer in the Upside Down.

We had a silent battle of who should go back first between the two of us.

“Will one you just go!” Dustin called out above us

“You can go,” Steve said and moved out of the way

I nodded, and started to climb up the makeshift rope made of sheets. Just as I put my hands through the gate to reach for help, I fell into a blackness. It was slow and but fast at the same time. A pit grew in my stomach as I flung my arms and legs out hoping to grab onto something.

My body slammed against the ground and I let out a king groan as I tried to move my upper body. A ringing in my ears caused a temporary deafness as I attempted to navigate my surroundings. I blinked several times over trying to straighten out my eyesight.

I was at my house. Except, it wasn’t my regular house. It was Natalie’s room. Her crib that was once white and dainty was now covered in webs and vines.

“Do you remember what you did, (Y/N)?” A deep, dark voice asked and I looked around my altered surroundings

I moved closer to the crib with my hand held out. Memories of that night played back in vivid flashes.

“Or have you already forgotten?”

I had bought the toy bear from a toy store in Starcourt last year, before everything went down and it “caught fire”. I put it in her crib and didn’t think to take it out when she went to sleep. In the middle of the night, she started chewing on one of the already loose button eyes and it fell of and she ended up choking on it.

Thunder rung out as I reached the crib and looked over it. I let out a shaky breath.

I woke up in the middle of night when I would usually feed her. I went in her room and thought she was still asleep. I went to touch her and she was cold and her face was a shade of blue.

“It was an accident,” I his my face in hands, “I-I didn’t know a button was loose.” I mumbled

Flashing lights. Neighbors at my door. The funeral. It all happened so fast.

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I took steps away from the crib, trying to leave my daughters room and find my way outside. I ran down the steps and through the front door as a sound of a clock filled my ears along with the sound of wailing in the distance. I was obviously in the upside but this was different. The sky was red and full of anger compared to the dark blue sky that I was met with just minutes before. It was almost as if I was in the heart of the upside down. Everything was torn apart outside. Pieces of what should’ve been near by houses floating in the air, pillars, staircases, doorways. A grandfather clock. Everything was destroyed.

“I see you’ve been looking for me, (Y/N). You were so close.”

I walked off my front steps as Vecna continued speaking to me.

“So close. So close to the truth. How was old, blind, dumb Victor? Did he miss me? I’ve been meaning to check back in but I’ve been busy.”

I walked on what would’ve been my yard and took a sharp left turn coming face to face with Chrissy’s contorted body tied to a pillar of vines that stuck out of the eroded, dead ground and I gasped and turned the other way just to be met with a door that contrasted everything else here, The door had a bright light coming through the stained glass with a rose design on it, completely intact.

I was transported inside the house, watching a beautiful family, Victor Creel’s family, look around it. The young boy was strange and standoffish towards his own family. While his sister ran up the stairs he stood at a distance from his parents. I followed him through his slow journey through the house. As we walked through the house a light flickered and it caught my attention.

The son walked into the bathroom and kneeled down by the vent before lifting it and digging his hand in. He lifted his hand out of the vent with a medium sized black spider crawling around it as he just stared. The boy ran behind then walked in the attic.

He kneeled in front of a table with mason jars with black widow spiders in them and lit candles. I edged closer to the boy, he was drawing a black widow in his notebook.

Then I was on the bottom of a staircase as the boy walked towards the grandfather clock. He stared at the face of the clock, attempting to make it do something. Anything. I looked between him and clock waiting to see something happen. Then it did. Slowly the seconds hand went backwards, then the minutes, the hours. My face fell as the clocks picked up their pace and looked back at the boy who has his eyes closed as he focused on his actions.

I turned around and I was on the green grass of the Creel house. A rabbit was tied to a pole with fishing string and squealing for help and it tried to jump and pull away from its restraints.

Victor’s voice played in my head as I watched the scene play out in front of me

“Dead animals started appearing at our home… whoever killed them wasn’t an animal, and certainly wasn’t human.”

The boy stood above the rabbit with his hand held out. The rabbit slowed and it’s bones broke and contorted. I covered my mouth with my hands and ran inside, closing the door behind me.

I looked up at the high pitched crying sounds of a baby to see a wooden cradle in the fire place on fire. Victor just stared at it with wide eyes as he sat on the seat.

Dream a Little Dream of Me by Ella Fitzgerald played in the kitchen as the family ate dinner. Victor got up slowly to turn it off. The boy glared at his mother for a second then closed his eyes. The lights in the house started flickering and the mother flew up from her seat like a rag doll. Limbs limos and eyes rolled back. She was the exact position that Eddie explained happened to Chrissy the first night of spring break. The sound of broken bones filled the kitchen as the mothers body contorted and her eyes got pulled back into her head then her dead body dropped on the floor. The boy opened his eyes and wiped his nose free of the blood dripping from his right nostril.

Victor pulled his children up from their dining table seats and into the foyer where he stopped. First, the daughter dropped on the floor, then the son. Victor broke out of his trance and turned around heartbroken at his children on the floor, dead.

We moved again. This time it was a tiled room. The boy was in a chair and a man with brown hair was giving him a tattoo in his wrist. The boy was obviously in severe pain. His face scrunched up in pin and he turned his head the other way.

A clanging on the tile took me away from the boy getting his tattoo.

“Vecna,” I whispered

He walked closer to me and I tried to move but I was frozen to my spot.

Run.

Several thought ran through my head. My friends. My family. Steve.

I was lifted in the air without any warning. I tried to fight his power.

I pleaded with him. Thrashed in the air trying anything.

“You were so close, (Y/N).” He closed his fist, “So, so close,”

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STEVE’S POV

“It isn’t working!” I yelled as I kept trying to press the play button on Max’s walkman

“What! What do you mean it’s not working?” Dustin asked

“The music isn’t playing! The button isn’t going in!” I threw the walkman back to Max for her to fix

“Please don’t leave me,” I pleaded with tears in my eyes, “Please (Y/N). I need you,”

Above me everyone was yelling at each other as the lights kept flickering.

“C’mon, (Y/N). I can’t do this without you. I need you. I love you.” I cried out as the girl of my dreams kept shaking

“Guys, hurry up!” I yelled as her body flew up causing me to fall back

Then it happened. Her legs broke, then her arms, her jaw and eye got pulled into her skull. Her body fell limp on the flooring of the trailer. I stared at her body for what felt like forever. I crawled to her and cradled her body in my arms. She was gone.

The tears that I had been holding back finally left my eyes and I tucked her head into my chest.

“Steve, we need to go,” Robin said from beside me

“I can’t,” I mumbled, “I can’t leave her here,”

“Steve,” Robin rested her hand on my shoulder

Everyone was quiet as they watched my heart break. I was so close to getting her back and now she was gone.

“We gotta leave soon. We’re not supposed to be here,” Robin said

I brushed my hand against her cheek, placing her down softly before standing up. Robin kept her hand on my shoulder and guided me over to the rope of sheets. Robin went first, then with one look back to (Y/N) I followed after her. Leaving (Y/N) in the Upside Down

#x reader #angst #long reads #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x reader

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julesclues · 3 years ago

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3:26am

Warnings: panic attack, mentions of death, swearing

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: I apologize in advance if I do not describe the panic attack to how it really is. I’ve had anxiety attacks before, but I know they are much different than panic attacks. If you struggle with any kind of attack, know that what you feel may feel scary, but it’s not dangerous. <3

Summary: you have a panic attack after having a nightmare about Bucky and go in his room for help, since you’ve never experienced this.

Bucky had always swore to himself that he was going to protect you. Whether it be from Hydra, Ultron, or just straight up bad guys, he wouldn’t let them lay a finger on you.

You met Bucky when he was still the Winter Soldier. A murderer. A killer. But since then, he’s changed. He’s become the man Steve has always positively spoke about. And honestly, you couldn’t help but fall for the man. His troubled past made you want to protect him just as much as he wanted to protect you. Best friends was an understatement between the two of you, but partners was a little too much. Sure, you loved Bucky, but he didn’t know that. How could he? You never gave him signs to say otherwise.

Bucky, on the other hand, gave you signs left and right. But being the oblivious woman you are, passed it off as a joke. You would flirt back sometimes, but really only if you were drunk.

You both had gotten back a couple weeks ago from a mission Tony had sent you on. Something about obtaining a missing piece for Jarvis. It was more of an errand than a mission. Well, almost.

The plan was simple: walk into the facility, grab the missing piece, and leave. All without being detected.

You and Bucky failed that last part. Detected the second you entered the facility, panic started to spread throughout your body. Your breathing quickened, as did Bucky’s. He grabbed your hand when the alarms started blaring and headed for the door. But you both never made it. A guard jumps out from the door next to you two, armed with a semi-automatic. He grabs you, pulling you away from Bucky. “If you don’t get your hands off of me within the next 5 seconds, you won’t have hands, you shithead!” You yell, kicking and screaming as two other men grab Bucky so he couldn’t get to you. “Let go of her!” He screams, elbowing one guy in the chest and punching the other in the throat with his vibranium arm. But it was no use. There were too many of them.

They threw you Bucky on the ground and turned you around, forcing you to watch the situation play out. You were silently hoping that the Avengers would get to the facility soon, considering you both had secret cameras and microphones connected to you.

Still squirming in the man’s grasp, your eyes never leave Bucky’s as he stares up at you. A 6’4, buff man approaches him, holding a pistol to his head. “Who are you?” His hard Russian accent snaps. Bucky turns his attention to the man and spits in his face. “Go to hell, you son of a bitch.” The man cocks the pistol, pushing it further into Bucky’s skull. “I’ll see you there, сука.” His finger meets the tigger, as you start to scream.

“No! Stop it! Please, please don’t do this!” You yell so loud, you could swear you were about to go deaf. The massive man cocks his head toward you, drawing his attention away from Bucky. “And you are?” He walks up to you, tracing the .22 along your jawline, making you shutter from the cold. Ignoring his question, you continue to stall, trying to buy time before the avengers came. If they come.

“Leave him alone, please,” you beg, causing the man to tilt his head to the side in amusement. You didn’t want to seem weak, but you felt a tear roll down your face. You couldn’t have anything happen to Bucky. You needed to protect him. “Y/n–“ Bucky pleads, but a guard hits him with his gun. “Shut up!”

“Why should I do that, huh?” The Russian asks, ignoring the commotion going on behind him. Guards still have their guns trained on Bucky, but the Russian commands his men to let go of you. With a small gasp, you stare up at the man. “Because he’s just a man. Me, however, you can use me. I have powers.” Sure, you might have been fibbing a bit, but he didn’t have to know that. With a smirk, he yanks your hair and whispers in your ear. “You think I am stupid, yes? I know you do not have powers.” Letting go with a push, you fall to the ground. He starts to strut away, holding the pistol up in the air. “Kill the man. Let the girl watch. Then kill her slowly.” Your eyes go wide as you race to get up and chase after the man, but his men grab you before you could even make it a couple feet.

“You motherfucker!” You scream, desperately trying to free yourself from the man’s grasp. They kick you in the stomach, causing you to fall on your side, staring up at Bucky. “I’m going to kill you assholes!” Bucky yells, fighting desperately to make his way to you. Only 10 feet in front of you, and yet he felt so far away. So hopeless, defenseless. They hit Bucky, making him groan in pain. He falls to his side, now facing you with a bloody nose. “Please don’t do this!” You sob, but guards hold you down. “Bucky get up, please!” He blinks slowly as they continue to hit him. Sobbing and screaming, you had no choice but to watch the man you loved more in this world, die.

“Say goodbye to your metal arm friend,” one of the guards hisses. Grabbing a bat, he lifts it up, ready to strike Bucky in the head. “No! Stop! James!”

But before the man could send a single blow to the super soldier, an explosion grabs the attention of everyone. The side of the building blew up, revealing the avengers amongst the smoke. Just in time.

With fighting and shooting around you, you manage to crawl your way to Bucky. He was in bad shape, bleeding and breathing slowly. “James,” you whisper, holding his head in your hands. “I’m o-okay,” he whispers, sitting up with a groan. You stand up, dragging him along with you, making your way to the hole in the wall. “Go back to the tower!” Tony yells, fighting the men off. “We’ll meet you there.”

That was 3 weeks ago. The failed mission was 3 weeks ago, and yet your nightmares were as bad as the day it happened. Sometimes even worse. But tonight, they were the worst they’d ever been.

The nightmares were more like flashbacks to what had happened. But tonight, they went further. The avengers never came. Bucky died. Right in front of you. Slowly. Painfully.

You wake up and grab your chest, panting faster than you’ve ever had. You never felt anything like this. Your chest was on fire, your vision was blurry, your head was throbbing, and your legs felt shaky. “I-oh god,” you whisper to yourself, throwing the sheets off of you. You open your door with shaky hands, making your way to Bucky’s room. Without knocking, you viciously swing his door open. He instantly sits up, taking a second to realize what was going on. His eyes widen as you continue to pant and blink rapidly. “B-Bucky,” you whisper. He instantly gets up and runs over to you. He grabs you and brings you to his bed, sitting down with you. “Y/n, what happened to you? Breathe doll, just breathe.”

“P-poisoned. I th-think I wa-was poisoned. I think I-I’m dying Bu-Bucky,” you pant, staring up into his worried eyes. He grabs both sides of your face and examines you while you pant. He chuckles and your eyes widen. “You weren’t poisoned doll,” he says calmly while bringing a hand to wipe one of your tears away. “You’re having a panic attack. Just breathe, Y/n. Tell me what happened.” With your breathing still being erratic, you think back to what happened that made you storm into Bucky’s room at 3:26 in the morning. The nightmare.

You were hesitant to tell him about your nightmare. Putting yourself in a vulnerable position wasn’t always an easy thing for you. You trusted Bucky enough for him to see the broken parts of you. The parts you didn’t show to anyone else. But for some reason, this felt different. This felt like your body was breaking piece by piece, all because of him. Not that it was his fault, but losing him was a price you’re going to eventually have to pay, for getting close to him. And it terrified you. But you put all of that aside and still found the courage to confide in him. This was Bucky after all.

“I h-had a nightmare,” you exhaled. You felt your breathing getting under more control, just from the soothing sensation of his warm hand rubbing your back up and down. Taking another breath in, you looked up at him. “It was about us. You. The mission. I usually get flashbacks about it but this time it was different, Bucky. This time you..” you looked down at your lap, hoping he got the idea of what you meant. Luckily, he did.

“But I’m here y/n. You know that now,” he says with a hint of concern in his voice. You close your eyes and take in a long inhale, trying to relax even further. You push yourself up and into Bucky’s lap, making his breath come to a complete stop. “Is this okay?” You ask. He grabs one side of your face and smiles ever so slightly. “Of course.” He wraps his arms around you, making you feel safe from the stupid images that roam in your brain. But he was right. He was here. And you knew that.

You felt his heartbeat. It wasn’t slow, but it was calm. If you could, you would listen to the beating of his chest for as long as you lived. You felt tears dwell in your eyes as he soothingly caressed your hair. “I can’t lose you Bucky,” you sigh. “You won’t,” he says calmingly. He sounded so sure of himself that you started to doubt every negative thought that ever arose in your mind. “You know,” he starts, making you look up at him. “I get nightmares too,” he admits. You tilt your head up at him which makes him smile ever so slightly. “I always panic and wake up in a sweat.” You look down and bite on your lower lip. “How do you stop the panic?” You whisper.

“You.”

“What?”

“All I have to do is think about you to calm down.”

You felt heat rise up to your cheeks. “You’re just a big softie Sargent Barnes,” you tease, trying not the make the conversation awkward with your nervousness. “Only for you,” he says with a wink. By now, you’ve completely forgotten about the nightmare and the fact that you thought you were being poisoned only 30 minutes ago. He was the only one who could calm you down and make it feel like you were the only two people left in the entire world. He was everything to you, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful that he was in your life.

Maybe one day you’d tell him that. But for now, you laid quietly in his arms, hand on his chest, and ear against his heart. For now, you felt at home. And it was the best you’d have ever felt in a long, long, time.

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fangirl-hell · 3 years ago

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🔅 all the fandoms I’m in + the ships I ship 🔅

MARVEL

~ probably my main fandom and the fandom I spend the most time in and have been in the longest

~ by far my favourite fandom

~ joined the fandom before I really knew what a fandom was

Ships MCU:

~ Stucky ( slightly ship it, used to be my OTP BEFORE STEVE WENT AND-)

~ Ironstrange ( I used to ship it more but people move on yk )

~ Thorbruce/gammahammer ( love it. So much chemistry in Thor Ragnorok! )

~ ThorQuill ( it’s cute )

~ Scarletwidow ( I think they would be a cute couple if gay relationships were normalised and they were a bit closer age-wise )

~ Blackhill ( it’s cute. I wrote a Blackhill oneshot once. They would be cute shield-wives <3 )

~ Blackpepper ( Natasha deserves a strong independent woman like Pepper! )

~ Frosthawk ( not proud of this one- but it is one of my OTP’s and first ever ships )

~ Winterhawk ( it’s cute )

~ Hawkdevil ( god bless shipping wiki for introducing this to me. I love the deaf/Blind dynamic there )

~ Hawkant ( the family men <3 )

~ Lokius ( they r so gay- )

~ Frostmaster ( don’t really ship it I just think they did it )

~ sambucky/winterfalcon ( rollin’ in a field of flowers~~ )

~ Hawksilver ( HOW COULD I ALMOST FORGET THE ONE I SPENT HOURS LOOKING AT TUMBLR POSTS ABOUT- )

~ Parley/Parkner ( it could be romantic or brotherly- I know that sounds weird but it’s like how Hawksilver could be father and son or romantic and I don’t mind it either way )

~ Shuri/MJ ( I swear it was one fic- )

~ Valcarol ( still have hope for my gay space girls <3 )

~ Drax/Mantis ( AHA!! A STRAIGHT ONE! I ship this one on a strict platonically romantic basis tho- )

X-Men:

~ Cherik ( 😫 CuBa BeAcH dIvOrCe || PaRiS cHeSs PrOpOsAl 😫 )

~ Scogan ( in the original universe, alt reality Scott is 2 young )

~ Kurt/Peter

~ Scott/Peter

~ Bobby/Pyro ( gay )

The Gifted:

Lorna/Marcus ( THE CHERIK PARALLELS ARE INTENSE )

Runaways:

Gert/Karolina ( ik….I’m being selfish. I can’t be happy with Karolina and Nico being gay 4 eachother )

Alex/Darius’s sister in-law

MCYT FANDOM:

~ been in it for the second least amount of time

~ I like it but not unconditionally

Ships:

~Dreamnotfound ( a classic- can u blame me? )

~Dreamnap ( aNd ThEy WeRe RoOmMaTeS )

~ Sapnotfound

~ Sapnottaken?

~ Karlnapity ( OT3 )

~ Sapity/Quacknap ( adorable. )

~ Karlnap

MHA:

~ Totally forgot I was ever in this one

~ quite watching it when it made me watch it in Japanese

~ in and out

Ships:

~ BakuDeku ( classic! Only one-sided though or one side w/ acceptance and the other with strong denial )

MAZE RUNNER:

~ loosely in the fandom

~ mostly there for one ship

Ships:

~ Newtmas ( god bless my random YouTube recommendations )

SOUTH PARK:

~ admittedly I was kinda obsessed with this one for a while!

~ Kenny

~ I was 11 when I got into the fandom so this is worrying

Ships:

~ Crenny ( adorable dumbasses. Limited fics though…)

~ Style ( they were gay. Gay in a slightly homophobic but also anti-homophobic way )

~ Tyde ( cute. They obviously had their gay awakening when Craig started dating guys. They were like: “oh shit- if our mutual bestie is gay- are we gay?” And then: “are we gay 4 eachother?? )

~ Butters/Scott Malkinson ( the badass softies <3 )

~ Christopher/Gregory ( don’t question me )

~ Michael/Pete ( gay, goth and gender-non-conforming )

~ Bendy ( they’re both basic bitches ofc they deserve eachother )

~ Cryde ( cute )

~ Stylenny

~ Creek ( I don’t really ship this one but it’s not bad. They are a cute couple and they’re canon! )

IT:

~ almost forgot this one aaahahaha

~ luv it

~ make horror gay 🌈

Ships:

~ Reddie ( YESSSS YESSS YESSS I MEAN JUST YESSS- SHIPPING WIKI SAID SEMI-CANON )

~ Stenbrough ( they would be cute lol )

~ Benverly ( get outta here with that Billverly crap- I mean....Bev is pretty but she was a bit annoying. She depended on a man all the time it was infuriating)

STRANGER THINGS:

~ again! Forgot this one!

~ i didn’t know what the hype was about till I watched it

Ships:

~Max/El ( gay girls go shopping 🛍)

~ Mike/Will ( I mean they’re a little eh but it’s a good ship! )

~ Dustin/That Girl from Utah ( they were kind of cute yk )

~ Steve/Jonathan ( jk jk jk....unless? )

~ Nancy/Jonathan

BONUS FOR THAT ONE IT/STRANGER THINGS CROSSOVER FIC IM READING:

~Max/Bev

~ El/Bev

~ Stan & El are siblings

That fic is called “The Losers Party” it’s on ao3

It’s by: WhelmedBirdie_319 and it’s fvcking awesome

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lilyofthestyx · 4 years ago

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Aeipathy: Chapter Two

Disclaimer: i don’t (unfortunately) own Marvel or any of their characters, plot points, etc. so all right are to them and their our overlord Disney

AN: yeahhhh this one’s a shorty but i promise the next one will be longer and filled with plot and angst and shit so prepare yourselves <3

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

TW: angst, mentions of torture, mentions of murder/arson, HYDRA collectively is a prick

Chapter One is available here!

Gnawing.

It claws through my body on all fours. Tearing, ripping, hacking, burning.

Monstrous fangs that sink into the deepest parts of muscle- I can feel it in my bones, the burning.

There is no noise, just the sound of whirring and the unholy screeching of demons in my ears. Faceless demons, demons whose faces have too much detail, demons that stare, demons that scream. Demons, demons, demons.

I have fallen. Fallen from grace. Fallen from…

No, no.

I am falling.

Something catches me. A savior in blue. Scarlet red smeared across their chest. Blood. My blood- the blood of sinners and saints and bystanders. Of children and ancients and of rich and poor.

There’s white streaked between the red. Piety. Purity. Righteousness. Desperately, I cling to the stark white stripes. Indecipherable mumbles pass my lips as I stare at the white. I beg for purity, to be clean again.

Every time I wake up, it’s always the same.

The immovable weight in my body. The unceasing shivering. The bite of frost. The writhing of filth in my veins. In my nerves. In every fiber of my being. Festering. Growing. Rotting. Corrupting. Remembering.

But why can’t I remember?

All I can remember are the demons. Faceless, nameless but never silent. Always screaming.

Screaming, screaming, screaming.

I cling to the white. The righteousness of my savior. Solidity in turbulence. Silence in cacophony. Purity. Cleanliness. Life.

I cling to life.

But life burns under my fingertips. It shrieks and squirms under my touch- tries to escape. Repelled by my presence, it retracts away from my grasp.

Color retracts into shapes as I take in my surroundings. An almost completely empty room completely made of concrete. A single contraption behind me made of metal. Icy fog slithers out of the open door, hissing and flicking at my ankles.

Words, however, remain blurred. The savior holds me upright- pulls me to my feet. Everything burns and aches. I’m so incredibly cold. Frosted water paints my skin, coats my clothes to my body. A puddle gathers beneath the writhing fog.

This seems familiar.

My eyes turn up towards my savior. The blood-stained guardian. Words fall from their lips, landing on deaf ears.

My body trembles as the cold becomes more vicious with its fangs. The savior turns away and says something. Everything is muffled- faraway and distant and like someone has their hands clamped down over my ears.

“Why am I awake?” I ask, straightening up. Every inch of me quivers while every part of me wishes to stop.

But I was awoken for a purpose. My mission.

And I’ll complete it.

Hail HYDRA.

Location: S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

Date: 2012

“Woah, easy, ________,” I mutter, holding her upright. Her eyes wide, they flick around the room. Her hands grip my chest as she shakes violently.

She’s here. She’s alive.

She… she died. Died on that table- how is this…

“Steve,” Tony mutters, holding out a blanket. I take it and start to wrap it around her shoulders.

As her glazed eyes lock with mine, I look over her face. She’s drained of color- blue and white. Her chapped blue lips open and close violently.

Hoarsely, she starts to speak.

But not anything I can understand.

Over and over, she repeats questions with her eyes wide and wary of every moment and movement. My eyes dart over to Tony- who watches ________, his eyebrows furrowed.

Russian.

That’s what she’s speaking. Russian. And fluently. Extremely well. Why… Why is she…?

“She didn’t… usually speak like this, did she?” Tony asks, gesturing vaguely to her as she continues to shake in my arms. Broken words off a stolen tongue hiss past her lips. She furrows her eyebrows as she looks between the two of us.

“Her files told me she was-” Tony continues.

“She’s… she’s never spoken this before,” I mutter, adjusting my grip under her arms. “Raised in Brooklyn for most’a her life- I dunno why-”

“V chem... moya missiya?” ________ hisses, her voice shaking. I look down and watch her straighten up on unsteady legs. “V chem moya missiya?”

“...why is she…?” Tony mutters, stepping in front of her. He lets his head fall back with a sigh as he taps his leg with his finger. “It’s been a long time, let’s see if I can do this.” Rolling his shoulders back and snapping his neck, he focuses back on ________. “Kto ty?”

________’s head tilts to the side slightly. Her eyebrows furrow further as she glares at him through them. “...Hetaerae. V chem moya missiya?”

Tony sighs and closes his eyes as he speaks. “Ch… chto… ty. Chto ty?”

Her eyes glaze over as she stops shaking, standing upright. “Ya HYDRA.”

“...she’s… She died, Tony. I don’t… I don’t know what else to tell you,” I mutter, looking up from the desk. “She… she died before I even got the serum. I hadn’t even seen Doctor Erskine- Bucky… he hadn’t been shipped off to Europe yet.”

“I may be able to help explain that,” Tony says as he gets to his feet. In his hand is a thick folder filled with papers and photos and notes and scraps of paper. He places it in front of me with a thud. “Apologies- I would opt for the digital version but, uh… you… don’t even know what... that… is.”

“Tony,” I say sharply as I open the folder. He just shrugs and sits down across the table again. The top paper is mostly blacked-out with a few words left untouched. ________’s name. Her age. Her parents and their causes and dates of death. And other words that… don’t make sense. ‘Mistress’. ‘Replication’. ‘Improvement’. ‘Rejected’. ‘Baroness’. ‘Salbei’.

‘Hetaerae’.

Repeated over and over throughout the sea of black streaks is that word. ‘Hetaerae’. At the very bottom of the page in tiny letters are the words ‘Project Samsara- Hetaerae’. In the corner is a skull with tentacles writhing beneath it. ‘HYDRA’ is written along the curve of the skull.

My stomach churns. If HYDRA really is behind this then...

I start tearing into the folder. Photos of the various angles of the steel container from when I woke up. Under it is a handwritten note. ‘Cryo-container; Vrsn: Hetaerae’.

Another photo- this one of a chair. On the armrests and legs are cuffs, along with another one on the back of the chair. Something metal comes around the chair. It juts off the side of a machine and looms over it like an archway. A note is written over the photo. ‘Neck brace may prematurely terminate subject. Issue logged during first programming session’.

Another blacked-out stack of papers. The same words are repeated over and over again. ‘Hetaerae’, ‘Baroness’, ‘Samsara’, ‘Salbei’, ‘HYDRA’. My fists clench the papers before tossing them to the side. Tony watches in silence.

What the Hell is this? What were they doing- what did ________ have to do with it?

My eyebrows furrow as I manically flip through the papers. Papers fly to the side as I tear through the folder. I can feel myself getting rigid as I near the end.

Nothing. I’ve learned nothing. Not a single goddamn thing. There’s nothing here-

My hands stop as my eyes rest on the last few items. A file not blacked out. It’s completely intact. Nothing scratched, no scribbles, no hasty lines cutting through words. I snatch it and start reading.

Project Samsara; Hetaerae

Subject Name: ________ Bishop

Subject Age: 26

Subject Info:

Daughter of Leon Bishop (deceased) and Catherine Chambers (deceased)

Resident of Brooklyn, NY

Military background

Non-combatant medic

Attempted pilot training

Worked under Doctor Akin Nachtnebel- HYDRA researcher

Personal friend of Captain Steven G. Rogers, Sergeant James B. Barnes, political activist Odessa Lily Mae Ababio

Official status: Deceased

Simplified Process Log (see file 178953 for detailed logs):

Day 1:

Body retrieved by HYDRA.

Blood and tissue samples taken.

Heart/respiration rates taken.

Note: Hetaerae seems to be semi-lucid. May require sedation.

Day 13:

Serum incubation complete.

Visible changes in body structure internal and external.

Bone density increased slightly, muscle mass increased, other changes to be tested.

Day 23:

Regen. abilities test positive

Enhanced reflexes test positive

Body modifications test optimal

Note: Hetaerae seemed to negatively respond to pain. Possible weakness. Must train to not respond.

Day 68:

First programming session prematurely terminated. Hetaerae reacted negatively to programming.

Admitted to medical wing.

Near strangulation and bruised trachea.

Removing neck cuff on programming station and attempting again tomorrow.

Day 100:

Programming temporarily successful.

Hetaerae could not recall set of numbers given pre-programming for forty minutes.

Memory wipe testing will continue.

Day 173:

Hetaerae admitted to medical wing for treatment.

Major vocal cord damage.

Damage not irreversible.

Memory wipe testing will continue.

Note: Hetaerae begged for ‘Steve’ and ‘Bucky’ repeatedly during memory wipe. More research needed.

Day 234:

Three guards admitted to medical wing.

Hetaerae had clawed at their eyes, noses, ears, and mouths

Broken nails were taken from guards’ faces.

Admitted samples for research.

Extra-long memory wipe testing done.

Hetaerae will be allowed a day to rest after strenuous session. Cannot allow for subject’s termination.

Day 250:

Near disaster.

Hetaerae attempted escape.

Four guards killed. Two more seriously injured.

Must increase security.

Note: Hetaerae lethal before combat training. A promising candidate. Akin, in his paranoia, chose well.

Day 276:

Hetaerae broke free of restraints during memory wipe.

Too exhausted to attempt escape.

Memory wipe has prevented Hetaerae from remembering subject name.

Will begin codeword implantation process tomorrow.

Day 342:

Hetaerae begins Samsara training tomorrow.

Complete memory wipe achieved.

Hetaerae is the only thing within subject.

Day 3658:

Samsara training complete.

Winter Soldier co-training complete.

Complete memory wipe complete.

Codeword implantation complete.

Hetaerae to be placed in cryo to await orders.

Hail HYDRA.

HYDRA status: Active. Ready for use.

“Look at her track record,” Tony mutters, sliding a thick wad of papers over to me. Turning away, I shake my head. “...fine. I’ll read it for you.” He huffs, flipping through the various pages. “Uh… her first mission was to…” he scoffs, “To take out a mid-level politician that had apparently laid his eyes on something he shouldn’t have. ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’.”

“Tony…” I warn quietly, my shoulders getting tenser with each word.

“A few missions later, she’s retrieving lab samples and… and destroying the lab... Fourteen people killed. ‘Mission: success, targets: terminated’.”

“Tony.”

“I’m skimmin’ here, Cap, but listen- an orphanage in Saint Petersburg, a… a couple in Prague, a woman in Athens, a man in Cairo...” Tony continues skimming through the pages. “‘Mission: success, target: terminated’, ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’, ‘Mission: success, target: terminated’-”

“Enough!” I snap, turning to look at him.

Tony sighs and puts the papers down. Running a hand down his face, he purses his lips. “Dunno how else t’tell ya this, Cap- she’s dangerous. She has killed hundreds of people. She can speak seven languages, she can infiltrate a political atmosphere and topple it, she can... camouflage in any… social situation, she has a perfect kill record... Whoever she was before-”

“She’s still in there,” I cut in. “She’s still in there.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Are… are you not... hearing what I’m telling you?” He gestures to the original folder. “They laid into her for… ten years. Subjected her to torture. Wiped her slate clean. Whatever was in there, pal, it’s long gone.”

A huff leaves my lips. “...you don’t know what she was like,” I mumble coldly, reminiscing over what it was like to live with her, to live with her at my side like I was at hers. “She was… the most... hard-headed… stubborn dame I’d ever met. And strong, too.”

“Rogers-”

“She’s still in there, Tony,” I snap, my eyes flicking up to him. “She’s strong.”

“Good morning.” I say, waving at ________ as she sits on the chair. Her breathing is steady, eyes trained on the opposite side of the room. Her wrists are handcuffed to the armests- the same with her ankles. They clink slightly as she breathes.

The room is completely empty except for another chair across from hers. My shield lays against the chair- ‘a precaution’ Fury called it.

‘A threat’ is what I would call it.

I step further into the room and sit down on the chair. With glazed eyes, she watches me. “Are… those too tight?” I ask, gesturing to the cuffs.

She says nothing. Only blinks in response.

She… she looks so empty.

Her face was always glowing, her smile illuminating the clinic when Buck and I would walk in to bring her lunch or just to bug her. Letters would flood in every now and then from past patients or their families, thanking her for her patience and kindness. She would keep them all in a shoebox under her bed.

And her hands. She would wrap bandages around my wounds with care. She’d always tell me to not get it in my head to fight again… and then ask where the punks lived so she could ‘pay them a visit’. Her hands were always feather-soft when checking every injury’s progress.

Now they look… darker. Not in color but just… darker.

Stained.

Did she know what she was doing when she killed those people?

________ shifts slightly, the sound of the handcuffs pulling me out of my head. I clear my throat and straighten up. “...do you know who I am?” I ask quietly.

No response.

“Do you know who you are?”

“Haetarae.” She answers, eyes still glazed.

“Do you… do you know who you actually are?”

________’s eyes narrow for just a moment. “...HYDRA.”

“No. No,” I mutter, pointing to my chest. “...do you know who I am?”

...nothing.

“Steve. I’m Stevie. We… we grew up in Brooklyn together. With Bucky. We, um… Buck ‘nd I, we helped you out of a fight when you were thirteen. That’s how we met… you… remember that…?”

She blinks, eyes scanning over me.

Getting up from my seat, I reach into my pocket and tug a photo of the three of us out of my pocket. It was taken after she had gotten her nursing credentials. We had gone out dancing, just the three of us. We found someone willing to take our photo. A smile crosses my lips as I look down at it.

Colors start to fade into the black and white photo. Every detail is so crisp. ________’s chin is resting on my head as she stands behind me- a bright, red-lipped smile on her face. Her arms are wrapped around my chest as she leans over. Her hair is done perfectly- up with roses in her hair. Neat and tidy like she practiced. The skirt of her dress is the same shade of red as her lips. Black dots pattern the fabric of the skirt. The bodice was black- matching her heels. Hooked through her elbows was a creme-colored fur boa.

Bucky’s got his arm around her waist and he ducks down to my level. He holds a pressed black suit, wearing a red undershirt. His suit jacket is hung over his shoulder with his undershirt’s sleeves rolled up. I remember him shining his shoes that day while ________ meticulously placed roses in her hair. Bucky had sewn and hemmed my pants with pride. ‘It’s a special day, punk’, he mumbled with the needle between his lips, ‘can’t have ya trippin’ on your pant legs.’

She shifts again and I’m pulled right back into now. ________ sits in front of me. No smile, no roses, no brightness. And Bucky… Bucky’s dead and gone. Lost a long, long time ago. Slowly, I hold out the photo. “...see?” I mumble, “That’s me… before I… had a growth spurt. And that’s Buck.”

I look up to her. She’s focused on the photo, eyes slightly squinted and head tilted to the side just barely. “...Buck ‘nd you,” I laugh quietly. “He… he was… so crazy about you. He just… never realised it.”

The door behind us cracks open. Her body snaps tightly, eyes back to glazed. Tony peeks his head into the room and tilts it back. “Eyepatch wants you.”

I sigh. Looking back at ________, I tuck the photo into her hand. Slowly, her fingers wrap around it delicately. I nod once and start out of the room. As the door swings shut, I spare one last look. ________ looks down at the photo, her head slightly tilting once more.

“It may be our only option,” Fury sighs. “She’s unpredictable at best.”

“She’s still in there- if I can just… keep talking with her-”

“That is out of the question,” he says firmly, eye flicking up to me. “...you’re too close on this one, Rogers. I’m making the executive decision to-”

Lights start to flash overhead- red and screaming. A wailing buzz rips out of the hallway as the red light bathes us in scarlet. The door slams open, Tony standing in the doorway, panting. Fury slowly gets out of his seat, eye wide.

“She… She got out,” Tony mutters, gesturing outside.

My body launches forward as I run into the hallway. People are running, an anxious chatter swarming around them as they pass just in front of me. As I push into the main hallway, elbows and chests are thrown into me. Flicking to each person, my eyes catch the room where ________ was held. The door is almost completely torn off the hinges- the wood cracked at the handle.

I start to push through the sea of people. Like water, they throw themselves against me- eager to leave the building and get the hell out of harm’s way. But as I make my way to the door and push out the other side of the tempest, I can see the dangling cuffs still hanging around the armrests.

My fingers graze the splintering wood door, tracing the ridges of where her fingers had dug into the wood- leaving grooves in the shape of her hand. The hinges look relatively new as they hang lifelessly off the wall. The debris littering the floor is kicked around, leaving a partial trail down the hallway. I follow with a solid grip on my shield.

“________?” I hiss, looking around the empty hallway. Everything is dimmed by the red lights and the screaming of the alarms haven’t stopped. “________!”

I round a corner and every adrenaline-fueled tension melts away. At the very end of the hallway is a floor-to-ceiling window. Broken glass lays at the base of a gaping hole.

She’s gone.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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No Filter

Summary: After a mission goes wrong and you get hit with an electromagnetic shockwave, you discover you have lost your inner monolog... anything you think, you say. When the rest of the team head out for a night on the town, you stay behind, and you find yourself having a very honest conversation with Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, Tropes, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Bucky has a big dick, Spanking, Doggy Style.

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No Filter

Groaning as you dragged your weary body along the empty hallway to the kitchen, your head pounded, and you desperately needed a drink. Rounding the corner you groaned again when you saw the communal kitchen buzzing with familiar and friendly faces when all you wanted was peace and quiet.

“Heeyyy there she is!”

Sam smiled at you as he poured a cup of coffee and set it on the counter in front of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing a friendly kiss to the top of your head;

“How are you feeling? Any of the treatments taken affect yet?”

You shook your head;

“Urgh, I feel like a racoon that has been hit by a semi-truck and left on the side of the road. We were in the lab until 3am doing tests but nothing seems to have taken. Plus, I haven’t pooped yet and I feel really bloated”

The room fell silent before a snort-come-laugh escaped from Steve’s lips;

“So that’s a no then on the treatment then”

Groaning you rested your head on the counter, embarrassment heating your skin as you realised what you’d said.

You’d been on a mission with Clint and Natasha on the Russia Mongolia borderlands, intel had told you the assets were hidden in an ancient abandoned temple, but upon getting there you had discovered it was far from abandoned. The route through the building had been laced with booby traps and hidden dangers, and the Hydra team that had set the traps had been a lot more advanced than intel had told you so. So when you had been hit by a strange ultrasonic wave you had been temporarily rendered deaf and blind, Nat and Clint both having missed targeted ultrasonic waves and had dragged you to safety for an e-vac team to retrieve you.

Once you had gotten back to the tower you’d been rushed to the med bay, the medical team working quickly and had discovered the ultrasonic had literally scrambled the neuro signals in your brain. It had taken some intrusive electro therapy but over the course of the following days your sight and hearing had returned.

There had however been an unfortunate side affect; you’d lost your inner monolog. Anything your thought, you said. Your teammates were starting to get used to it, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing to blurt out your inner most thoughts and had caused friction in some friendships. You’d ended up shutting yourself away in your room for your free time, only venturing out to go to the lab for more tests or to the kitchen.

You went to leave before grabbing your coffee, only for Sam to catch your hand softly;

“Look, if you’re backed up coffee won’t help. Here…” he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and quickly loaded multiple pieces of fruit into a bowl for you; “... it can be a sign of dehydration. So, keep the water intake up and eat some fruit. Perhaps take a walk”

Taking the items from him you kept your head down;

“Thanks Sam”

Sitting in the roof garden you tossed the apple core into the composter, downing the last of the water and tossing the bottle into the plastic recycling. Deciding to wander around the roof garden one last time you were aimlessly walking beneath the vines that had climbed the steps that led down from the executive gym when you heard voices above you, looking up and seeing Steve and Bucky chatting post workout;

“Listen Buck, the whole team is gonna be going out tonight, why don’t you come?”

“Nah, I have some reading to do”

“Why won’t you get out there? Find some girl, get laid?”

Bucky laughed at Steve’s suggestion;

“Listen Punk, my hand is just fine for my needs”

Steve laughed and you shook your head, trying to throw any thoughts out of your head before you voiced them as the two men disappeared into the building and back to the living quarters.

Standing in the hallway as the team primped and preened their outfits, you pulled your robe tighter around your body and smiled. Natasha rested a hand on your arm;

“Are you sure you won’t come?”

“I’m sure. I don’t want to make an ass of myself in front of strangers. It’s bad enough doing it in front of you guys”

“Ok. But don’t stay up too late, you should get some rest, a night away from the lab will do you good”

“Sure thing”

Waving them off as they finally all had shrugged on jackets and grabbed their purses you shut the door behind them before making your way to the kitchen, finding Bucky standing at the stove.

“Mmm that smells good”

He turned and smiled;

“You want some?”

“Please, only if there’s enough”

He grinned and pulled two plates from the cupboard, before serving up for the both of you;

“Grab a fork and dig in Babe”

Eating in silence at the breakfast bar it was comfortable, and you were thankful your mind had kept itself under control, that was until Bucky cleared his throat;

“So, you feeling a bit better now?”

“Yeah, my head still hurts from the electroshock treatment, but I don’t feel as bloated now as I popped this afternoon”

The second the words had left your mouth you felt a lump in your throat and your cheeks heat from embarrassment, again;

“Fuck. I fucking hate this”

You felt a cool hand on your back, rubbing it softly;

“Listen, Babe. It’s refreshing… hearing what someone is actually thinking rather than what they want you to hear… it’s the reason why I didn’t want to go out tonight with Sam and Steve… they will listen to whatever girls will tell them, what they want to hear… I’d rather not have some girl tell me what I want to hear and instead be honest”

“I heard your conversation earlier” you muttered from behind the hands you had clamped over your face

“My conversation?”

“With Steve. On the roof”

“Oh...and?”

“Which hand do you use? FUCK, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ask that, but my brain…”

“Which hand do I use… OH…”

Bucky turned you on your bar stood until you were no longer leaning on your elbows, and instead looking at him;

“Ok Babe, I’ll be honest with you, I use both”

“Both? Like, alternate, or at the same time?”

Cocking an eyebrow, he smirked;

“Yeah, a bit of both… I mean I’m big enough to need two hands, but the feel of the metal hand is awesome, it doesn’t feel like it’s me doing it, whereas the flesh hand gives a skin on skin feel that is better than anything…”

He rested his hands on your knees and you were speaking before you could realise;

“Your hands are really big… so your dick must be huge”

You could feel your throat go tight and your eyes were so wide they almost fell out of their sockets, but Bucky’s soft laugh and the way his hands were still on your knees keeping you in place;

“I have the serum to thank for helping me along” he paused, a weighted silence before speaking again, his voice low; “Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Yes”

He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips. His touch was soft and as he pulled away you found yourself chasing after him. He rested his hand against your cheek, his skin soft against yours;

“You said your head still hurts from the treatments. Endorphins help dull the electroshock side effects… when was the last time you had an orgasm?”

“How do you…? Oh, from when Hydra… Sorry…”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“When was your last orgasm?”

“Weeks ago, … I haven’t felt like doing anything… I didn’t realise it would help… I’m always just so tired and not in the mood”

“Would you like some help?”

“Yes. I want you to use your hands”

Bucky slid of his bar stood and pulled you to your feet, taking your hand as he led you down the hallway to his bedroom;

“I can use my hands, my tongue, my dick, whatever you like”

“All three”

Shutting the door behind you he grinned;

“Yes Ma’am… coming right up”

“I want you to fuck me bare. I want to feel your metal hand slapping my ass as you fuck me from behind”

He was pulling your robe and pyjama’s off as he laughed at your requests;

“Definitely. Would you like me to cum inside or pull out?”

“I don’t care… no I do… I want to feel you cum inside me…”

By then you were being pushed back onto his bed, magazines and books haphazardly being pushed aside as he pulled your panties off and looked down at you as he pushed his sweatpants and boxers down in one.

“Wow you weren’t lying… your dick would need both hands”

“Yup, nice and thick” he lifted it in his hands and weighed it, slapping the palm of his hand against the heavy underside; “This is why I don’t want to date a girl that isn’t honest with me. Most just want me for this, they don’t care about anything else”

“I’m not like that”

He crawled onto the bed over you;

“I know Babe, and that’s why I’m here, with you right now”

“I’ve had the hots for you since you moved in”

“You have?”

You nodded and he smiled as he lifted himself over you, his hard length settling between your folds as he kissed you. This time it was hard and fast, his tongue pushing against yours and you found your legs had wrapped themselves around his waist. When he pulled his lips away you whined at the loss, but quickly turned those whines into moans as he pressed kisses down your body and settled his face between your legs;

“Now, time for some complimentary therapies after your treatments Ma’am”

His tongue parted your folds as he dived in, his long stubble brushing against your inner thighs and sensitive folds, his hand curling beneath his chin to slide two metal fingers into your already soaked hole. When his fingers crooked just right inside and found that spongy spot while his lips sucked hard on your clit, you came with a scream, your hands curled into his long soft hair.

You lay limp on his bed, your eyes closed as the promised endorphins rushed through your bloodstream and did as promised, relieving the tension and pain in your head immediately;

“You were right”

You felt Bucky move up the bed and lay beside you, his metal hand trailing over your breasts, the cool metal making your nipples harden;

“Told you so”

“How did you used to do it after Hydra did the electro treatments?”

“I’d do it on the way to the mission, or on the mission...” Turning you looked at him as he gazed up at the ceiling; “I’ve never actually told anyone this… but as you’re Miss No-Filter it feels ok… Because they’d wake me up with the electroshock treatments, so it’d be like starting every day with a hangover. The handlers were used to it, they didn’t say anything if I’d whip my dick out in the back of the vehicle… Sometimes I wouldn’t get chance and I’d be standing in position ready to strike and I’d be there with one hand on my rifle and the other on my dick… I remember one mission where I was sneaking up on one target and they surprised me just as I was cumming; sprayed them with cum just before I shot them”

“That’s… that’s… wow, my mind is for once empty”

Bucky grinned and turned to face you;

“How are you feeling now?”

“Good… my head feels a lot better”

“That’s good”

“But I’d still like you to fuck me”

He laughed;

“Absolutely, gotta give you some more of those endorphins”

He moved until he was on his knees before helping to move you until you were prone before him, ass up and face down, your squeak of surprise as his flesh hand coming down on your ass partially muffled by the pillow;

“The metal hand please Bucky”

He chuckled behind you and you felt his hands on your hips, the warmth of his thick thighs against the back of yours;

“Patience, just warming you up”

He grasped his hard dick, swiping it up through your folds before you felt the thick head press against your soaked hole. He slowly pushed in, taking it an inch at a time and you felt yourself tense up;

“Are you going to hurt me?”

You winced at your words as Bucky stopped;

“No Babe, I told you I’m big, but I’m gonna make sure your body adjusts to me before I start fucking you”

He smoothed his warm hand over your back, and you felt your tension start to slip away. His metal hand he’d curled beneath you and the cool touch of that against your clit surprised you but was the touch you needed to zone out and enjoy how he was playing your body like a finely tuned instrument.

You hadn’t even been aware of his hips moving until he’d moved his hands back to your hips and praised you softly;

“Such a good girl, taking me balls deep, I can feel you hugging me so tight… I’m gonna make you feel so good…”

“Please Bucky… fuck me”

“Shhh I will Babe”

He did as promised, ploughing into you as your body adjusted to his size, and yet you could feel every bump ridge and vein on his impressive girth. With every pull the thick vein on the underside would run along your g-spot, with every push his heavy balls would slap against your clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Soon you found your moans were continual, Bucky doing exactly as promised as he drove into you from behind. You could feel your orgasm approaching and you just needed that one last stimuli… and as if he could read your mind you felt the cooling sting of his metal hand coming down on the round globe of your asscheek, making your head spring up;

“FUCK. Do it again!”

SMACK, the other cheek received the same treatment.

“Once more, please!” you begged, and only happy to oblige Bucky brought his hand down one final time on your asscheek and you were cumming, your body squeezing his so tight he feared for a moment he wouldn’t be able to get his dick out, but it was the final trigger and with the deepest thrust he spurted this ropes of his release inside you, groaning at his own flood of endorphins hitting his brains receptors.

Your bodies slumped into a pile, he pulled you into his arms as you lay side by side, you the little spoon to his big one. That night was the first night in a long time that you fell straight to sleep, dreamless and settled.

Breezing into the communal kitchen early afternoon you were met by several your teammates slumped at the breakfast bar nursing strong coffees and dark circles under their eyes.

“Afternoon everyone!” You were perky and had a spring in your step, having just returned from a yoga class.

You were met by a quiet chorus of mumbled hellos, and you smiled as you searched the cupboards for a clean mug. Finally resorting to the dishwasher, you bent over and selected a mug, hearing an intake of breath behind you;

“Hunny, how did you get those marks on your ass?” Natasha asked as she saw your workout shorts ride up.

Pouring a cup of coffee from the jug you smiled;

“Oh, that’s where Bucky spanked me as he fucked me last night”

Steve sprayed his coffee over the counter at your words, Clint paused mid banana and let out a quiet ‘huh’. Before you could say anything else Bucky breezed into the room, fresh from showering after his workout, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your lips before he snuck your coffee out of your hand and took a deep gulp;

“You busy this afternoon Babe?”

“Nope, can we fuck?”

Thankfully you could lipread Bucky’s answer, as the room erupted into groans and cries of ‘get a room’, and as you left with Bucky’s arm around your shoulder you grinned at him;

“I like you like this, Miss No-Filter”

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ldouble · 3 years ago

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On The Same Side | Captain America x Reader p. 1

an: starting a new little series! i loooove me some cappy and I hope you do too. Unclear in how many parts this will be but don’t you worry, you my reader can’t go a day without a morning run :)

ps i make a point not to say Y/N in my stories...no tea no shade just not my thing. so if a character says my (our lol) name, just go with it :)

There was something so peaceful about a morning run.

It was more than starting my day off right or getting in a sweat. I was so used to sprinting alongside gunshots and grunts of pain that the quiet of dawn sort of freaked me out.

I shivered at the thought of complete silence, not a second later jumping at the sound of a child screaming at a nearby bird.

A deep breath found its way in through my nose and out through my mouth, my head hitting the grass below me. Peace was nowhere in sight. Not just because of the squealing kid or the chirping pigeons.

They had a reason to be here.

I had none.

Usually, I’d be back at my apartment, showered and setting off to work. Instead, I was still here, sitting at the mall like an average D.C. citizen. Which I was very much not.

I was an agent. On assignment. In my own hometown.

The target was just as strange.

Me, little lowly me, had no place watching him. He was everything. Top of the food chain. Alpha. A freaking hero.

But everyone needed a babysitter at some point. And I just happened to be Captain America’s for the time being.

Remembering the assignment, I propped myself up on my elbows and pretended to take in the scene. The monument was getting busier as daylight. A tent was set up closer to the capital, countless tourists milled around and the local newspaper stand (run by the one and only Gerald) was just getting up and started for the day.

A million things to look at and my eyes went to the very thing not wanting to be noticed. 20 feet - the classic distance always put between targets and myself - away stood Steve Rogers, hugged by a grey shirt and sweatpants. His hair was in perfect placement, not a loc out of place despite the 13 miles he had just run in 30 minutes.

Person of interest number two, the guy he had been racing (and defeating mercilessly) pointed out his running rate. My gaze found the sky, my lips pressing together as he joked about him getting lapped once again.

The 58th pararescue had a mouth on him, one the target seemed to appreciate. A mental note was already made before I could chastise myself. Steve Rogers. Captain America. The First freaking Avenger was not one to take notes on. The task was to study. No one said there would be a test later.

No one said anything at SHIELD anymore. The thought made me gulp away the voice in the back of my head. Agents were more like soldiers in the new leadership’s eyes. And soldiers didn’t ask questions. They followed orders.

Hence me here, watching their prized captain like he was a ticking time bomb.

I’d kept tabs on him for years and he was nowhere near blowing up.

I cursed myself at the thought, referencing really only his physique since I had never really had a full conversation with him.

Steve….the target...made a quick movement, bringing me back to work. Wilson’s step forward caught me off guard.

My assignment didn’t say protect or kill. I didn’t even get an official report. Rumlow had just pulled me away last week, barking directions before I could question it. I was smart enough not to take the opportunity to back out when he asked. Whatever was going on would only be solved if I could stay a little longer.

Maybe a part of me hoped he was also thinking beyond leadership - he was a step ahead of me in watching the Captain.

But the smarter part, the bigger part, the heart part of me, knew that was ridiculous. Captain America wasn’t evil.

No one dressed in tights could be.

The similar wavelengths of the men I listened in on, both feeling ready to sink into the floor with their mattresses, pulled me back.

I might be alone in this...whatever this was….but I still had a job to do.

A job that had me feeling worse than when I worked in retail.

No customer was going to chew me out for not taking a faulty coupon. This time it would be a super soldier on the edge of killing me when he found me out for following him.

As if the earpiece I wore sent my every thought, Rumlow’s voice barked at me.

“Don’t lose focus now.”

“Who said I was?” I asked, standing up and taking a moment to stretch. Nothing was tight - except my moral compass trying to pick a side.

A sigh came through my earpiece, followed quickly by a ping of my phone.

SHIELD Comms. Mission. Imminent.

Whether I was losing focus or not (which I wasn’t), this round of inner turmoil was over. My actual job awaited for me.

As did my target’s, evident in the way he pulled out his own phone. Rumlow verified my guess, whispering something about getting out there and getting to the tarmac as to not be tracked.

“You saying I can’t get a ride with Romanoff?” I scoffed, my feet carrying me towards the car that the Russian spy had just pulled up in.

Rumlow’s words on how I was going to get caught, blow my cover, and ruin everything (whatever everything was) fell on deaf ears as I removed the earpiece as I retied my ponytail.

Paused at the stoplight I listened in on the last exchange of my target.

“Can’t run everywhere.” A familiar voice called, a smile surely on his lips.

“No, you can’t.” It was my turn to grin as Wilson responded. Something about Captain America making a friend, living a semi-normal life, was heartwarming.

The rush of the car speeding by was less so. I tracked its trail back to Wilson, offering a curt salute before breaking it across the street.

There was something so peaceful about a morning run.

But nothing beat the beginning of a mission.

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