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viperbranium · 5 years

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hi if you don’t mind me asking how people manage that trope with cap!steve not knowing bucky in most of those fics? like is it more comics complain steve than mcu? because then steve’d have just gotten beat up to a pulp, and erskine wouldn’t have heard him and bucky talking and steve wouldn’t have gone to phillips to ask if bucky was alive, and his revenge spree at the end was because bucky got killed, so much of ws and cw changes too, it has to be comics steve, i can see bucky’s story unfold(1)

without steve because doesn’t matter if he is the winter soldier or not, it happened for external circumstances, if he isn’t then that means he lived happily with his family with the life he deserved and if he still has superpowers that means some accident or war or nazis or russians, i’m sorry for annoying you but it’s so interesting i never realized how intricate bucky is on steve’s motivations but taking him out of it in the mcu wouldn’t be like saying oh bucky doesn’t matter? are those fic 2

like bucky has no impact at all and everything’s the same without him when in the mcu is not like that at all or steve has his origins like in comics? i’m sorry i must sound like such an annoying stan but it sounded like a trope i’d like to read but also bucky and sam are my faves so i don’t want to go and read fics that are like bucky can be easily replaced and get annoyed without need, i already get fuming with rage bc people do that to sam a lot in fics, i don’t want to add bucky to the list

Phew okay there’s a lot to unpack here, let’s see…

Okay so for starters I’d definitely recommend giving the trope a chance if it sounds like something you’d want to read. It’s a very popular one and there are LOTS of different fics, there’s bound to be one that you’ll like. As it usually happens, whether we like a fic or not depends A LOT on how the writer executes a concept. I’m sure we’ve all found some fic that seemed like it’d be our dream fic, like oH GOD THIS HAS EVERY SINGLE TROPE I LOVE, THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING I WANTED, only to then read it and realize that it wasn’t, in fact, everything we wanted. Not by a long shot.

Secondly, you have to keep in mind that, although there’s definitely a bunch of these cap!steve x modern!bucky fics that are plot heavy, a lot of the appeal is the fact that it allows us to play in a sandbox that’s close to canon, with characters we already know and a storyline that’s already established, but while keeping the overall tone a lot lighter and more cheerful. A lot of these fics are just about all the ways in which they could meet and them coming together as a couple in the modern world, and don’t really dwell all that much in how Steve lived without Bucky before the ice. It’s not that Bucky becomes replaceable, it’s just that… well, it’s a meet-cute fic. There’s lots of different kinds of fic, and not all them have to be super deep and meaningful. Sometimes we just want to read about Captain America going on a morning run and stepping on dog poop and slipping and a random passerby that turned out to be Bucky catching him before he face-plants the floor and Steve being a bit awestruck by this beautiful stranger, ya feel?

Most of the one’s I’ve read (and definitely all the ones I’ve written or plan to write) are based on the movies. Canon compliant doesn’t mean it has to follow canon to a T. These AUs work because we know Steve is fundamentally a good person, with or without Bucky. Like, sure, Bucky’s the most important person in his life, but that doesn’t mean Steve would’ve acted differently without him in the picture – f.e. in The First Avenger, Steve wanted to join the army DESPITE Bucky. So if we were to write a fic with Steve not having met Bucky yet, for most of us it’s perfectly believable that Steve would still join the army and become Captain America. The HOW specifically depends on the writer, if they even want to go into detail at all – Steve might’ve kept trying to join under different names, which might’ve ended up getting him arrested. Erskine might’ve heard about it and then upon seeing how badly Steve wanted to join, the same conversation they have in the movie that led to Steve being accepted into the program might’ve taken place. Steve sees Peggy in Italy and she gives him the push he needs to go rescue the men captured in Azzano because Steve is a good man who would try to rescue these people anyway, whether Bucky was a prisoner himself or not (and also Steve was already fed up with the whole being a ‘dancing monkey’ thing, and it’s implied in the movie that he would’ve taken action after his conversation with Peggy anyway, it just so happens that that’s when he hears about Bucky too). Steve would’ve still tried to defeat the Red Skull and would’ve still put down the plane to protect humanity, and then he would’ve still woken up in the 21st century and fought alongside the other Avengers to protect the world.

So you see, it can definitely work. Obviously at some point these fics stop following canon – from The Winter Soldier onwards the plot obviously has to be different, but I don’t see why that’s an issue? There are MILLIONS of fics out there that only follow canon up to a point and then diverge from it. That’s like, Fanfiction 101.

And Bucky can still be the most important person in Steve’s life in these fics, even if they meet later on – often you’ll see how Steve has never really felt like he’s “home” nor been truly happy until he meets Bucky, or how Bucky is what helps him adjust to this new life in the 21st Century. But in any case, the tone in (most of) these fics tends to be a lot lighter than what you’re thinking. They CAN be deep and meaningful and plotty, but in most cases you have to think of them as the love child between a canon fic and a modern au. If you enjoy reading modern aus where they just meet and fall in love and are still the most important person in the other’s life, even if their story doesn’t go like in the movies, then you should enjoy shrunkyclunks fics just fine (:

#i hope this helps?#it's suuuuch a broad trope too that it was hard to explain #like there's probably fics where the author DOES go into detail about how steve's life goes before bucky #and there might be some where bucky is f.e. a war vet that still gets captured by hydra #only in modern times not in wwii #and he still becomes a prisoner of war and maybe even 'the winter soldier'#and steve rescues him even if he hasn't met him before #and then they fall in love #and then there's fics that are just steve waking up in the modern world #and from that point onwards this fics progresses as any meet-cute would #like i have written a bunch of those #i wrote about captain america waiting in line to get a coffee #and hearing the person behind him (bucky) talk to his sister and liking what he was saying #i've written about steve thinking he didn't have a soulmate and putting the plane down #and then when he wakes up there's soulmark on his skin #idk there's a fuckton of possibilities and it doesn't really have to be super meaningful lmao #it's just fic #hahahahah #anyway yeah #hope this helped #shrunkyclunks #boy do i love this trope #anons #Unidentified grey potato #Viper Replies #ask

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chloe-skywalker · 2 years

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Like Or Bond - Bruce Banner ft. Natasha Romanoff

(Part 3/4)

Bruce x daughter reader

Natasha x fem!reader

Peter x fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 743

Summary: Bruce and the team talk about the reader’s living situation and how her mother is dead.

Requested: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Bruce Banner daughter reader fic where she is a teenager and he didn’t know about her and when they meet eachother him and Nat like her but she ends up bonding with Nat and they become like a family? Sorry if thats long or too complicated. Thank you! - @Anon

Authors Note: this is a mini-series 4 parter. Thank you for requesting. In this chapter you get to meet a VERY protective Tony. And Nat discusses with Bruce how she feels about the situation.

Masterlist

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“So her mom’s gone?” Wanda spoke sadly with a saddened look across her face.

“That’s what she said. Why wasn’t it in her file, Tony?” Bruce looked towards Stark in question. Tony wasn’t shocked by the news so he must of known.

Tony shrugged. “Peter said it’s a sore subject and that she likes to keep it to herself.”

“You did her a favor without even knowing her?” Steve looked shocked towards Tony.

Stark rolled his eyes. “I can do nice things for people believe it or not.”

“Who does she live with them?” Nat asked concerned about the teen girl she had come very close with.

“Yeah because if her mom passed and your names on the birth certificate. Shouldn’t the system have found you and handed you custody?” Clint wondered out loud looking towards Bruce.

Tony sighed, he knew more than any of them about her. He had Peter who never stopped talking about the Y/h/c-ed girl. “Appernalty her mother left a letter. She was sick for a long time and hid it for as long as she could. In the letter, she stated who she wanted Y/n to live with.”

That made sense to all of them. She passed not long after they had fought Ultron. Which would mean the Avengers had come together in 2 big televised battles. With the fact that Bruce also didn’t know about her not going with him was safer. She would’ve become a target.

“Who?” Banner asked wanting to know who his daughter is living with.

“May.” Happy spoke up from beside Tony. He had met her many times since he started dating May.

Clint held up his hand. “Wait-”

“As in Peter’s Aunt May?” Steve asked with a shocked expression.

“Yup. They’ve known eachother since they were very little. Y/n’s lived next to May for years, way before Peter’s parents died and he moved in with her. They would always play together when he came over to visit his Aunt. May would babysit her when she was younger. So naturally, y/n’s mother put her guardianship in May’s hands.” Happy elaborated, telling them more details about the situation.

“And now that two teens she’s in custody of are dating?” Steve questioned. Still in shock of that particular situation.

“They have separate rooms.” Tony rolled his eyes at how innocent Steve’s mind still is. Stark turned his attention toward Banner. “Look I don’t want to tell you how to parent your kid. But I do need to say, I’ve seen that relationship between her and Peter, and her and May. Don’t split that up. Get to know her, she can stay over here anytime. I’ll give her a room to call her own. But just don’t split up that makeshift little family apart.”

After Tony stated all that he left with Happy to go do some business. The other’s sensing the mood change left Bruce to his thoughts. Nat stayed behind for emotional support and he’d probably need to talk.

“Tony’s right. I shouldn’t come into her life and separate her from what she knows. What she’s comfortable and fam with.” Bruce said as he ran a hand down his face. This was a complicated situation.

“As much as I hate to say it, I agree. Tony’s right.” Natasha nodded agreeing with Bruce and Tony. Nat raised her hands up to rub at Bruce’s shoulders. “It wouldn’t be right to rip her from what she knows. It definitely wouldn’t help the two of you’s growing relationship.”

Bruce nodded coming to the same conclusion. “I won’t pull her from what she knows. Tony said he’d give her a room of her own so she can visit.”

“Then that’s what you’ll do.” Natasha smiled at him.

“That’s what we’ll do. You said you were in this with me, no backing out now.” Bruce smiled turning to look her in the eyes.

“Oh, no way am I missing out on this.” Nat smiled happily. There was no way she would miss out on this, plus Bruce needed someone to talk to and probably need some help. Nat shifted in her spot to face him completely. “Look Bruce, you know what happened to me in the RedRoom. I can’t have children no matter how much I want to. I by no means want to try and take her mother’s place. But I do want to bond with her as close as I possibly can.”

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bluebellhairpin · 3 years

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( Notice: OKAY - The pic there says ‘The Hobbit/LOTR’ but for times sake, and my own sanity, there is none listed thus-far (same goes for the ‘other’ category’). Merci for understanding! )

So I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, and I already have a blog for it ( @nemosrepost ) but that doesn’t get too much attention. Thus, here we are!

(This was a nightmare to get done - it took weeks to get all the links and pics done up in my spare time - I hope you appreciate that.)

They’re all sorts here, from Medieval Marvel AU’S, to Modern Attack on Titan one shots. They’re all organised via fandom, and I’ve tried my best to link and tag everything properly, but that is a difficult feat, so beware - for some it may not have worked too well.

Like my *actual* masterlist, this will be updated regularly with new fic recs, and even new characters and fandoms as I read them. All fic’s currently listed (as of November 26, 2020) are found on my reblog account.

I’ve also tried to add in a ‘recommendation summary’ thing of each - so basically just my thoughts on the fic(s). But anyway, have fun browsing, and overall - enjoy!

(AND also - LMAOOOO - Have fun scrolling lololololol!) - Nemo

( Pre - Warning: I am not tagging anything as NSWF, 18+, or triggering content. However some fics listed do contain such material. Please refer to the warnings or Authors Notes on each Fic before reading. Stay safe guys! I love you! )

Bluebellhairpin’s Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Knight in Rusty Armour - Medieval / A/B/O AU! Series - by @revengingbarnes Honestly I binged the first eight chapters (+ prologue) in close to one sitting. That was mostly because that was all that was published at the time. It is completed now. I love both these AU’s, and I love Bucky - win, win!

Flowers Bloom - Soulmate AU! Series - by revengingbarnes Another great series, and honestly I’m a slut for soulmate au’s, so this author might be coming after my heart - keep up that good work, if you know what I mean.

The Great Build Up - Modern / Firefighter Au! One Shot - by @thottybarnes This ones goes from cute, to hot and steamy, to angsty, and back to cute again. A one shot rollercoaster, and I thoroughly enjoyed every word of it.

Maybe This Time - Mob Au! One Shot - by @propertyofpoeandbucky Okay, so if there’s one thing I like more than an mobster au, it’s adding children into the mix. Something about big bad guys going all soft for this tiny human - and then making them - and that’s called perfection.

Whatever It Takes - Biker AU! One Shot - by @sgtjbuccky He like’s to be loud, so what. He rides a bike, so what. I what to ride him and his bike, so what.

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @softlybarnes I’ve never liked Bucky’s metal arm more in my entire life. Using it for a baby going through teething? A+ idea.

Hero, Waiting - Medieval AU! One Shot - by captain-ariel-barnes Sadly, this fic is unavailable now, and that - obviously - makes me sad. But I’m adding it her anyway because of how much I adored it. The love triangle between Bucky, Reader, and Steve was amazing, and the feelings? Phenomenal.

Steve Rogers

If Walls Could Talk - One Shot - by propertyofpoeandbucky I’ll recreate my original comment on this fic - ‘Ouch’. And that’s all I have to say about that.

The End of the War - College AU! One Shot - by @redgillan There’s nothing quite like a enemies to lovers trope that’s well-written. But then throw in fight club, a jerk date, ice-cream and pizza - just read it. You’ll understand then.

The Edge of the Water - Mermaid AU! Series - @floatingpetals I have to admit now, I haven’t read all of this yet. But I also have to say, what I have read was fantastic. Mermaids - and Mermen - they just hit different, you know?

Pseudo Princess - Medieval AU! Series - by @shreddedparchment To date, it’s one of the best fics - nay - stories I’ve ever read. I’d dare to say it’s easily the length of a novel, so if you’re up for the long haul, I’d definitely recommend it. It’s worth the wait - trust me. Op obviously put a hella lot of work into it, and it shows.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki’s Happy Ending - Series (?) - by @gingerwritess Listen, I have been and forever will be a Loki girl. Nothing will change that. And every scrap of content Theo produces for Loki I will cradle in my palms and keep warm until they’re ready to go out into the world or whatever - point is, read this.

Just One Quick Glance - One Shot - by @imagines-trashcan After watching ‘Endgame’, and squealing at every moment Loki appeared on screen, only to not have him show up in the final battle - this was one of my comfort fics.

thunderstorms. - One Shot - by @tarynkauai Naturally, Loki’s child would inherit his unease of thunderstorms. And naturally, seeing Loki as a dad makes me happy.

Stitches - One Shot - by @lokibug Loki being nice. I like that. We stan.

Quentin Beck

The Curveball - One Shot - by @healingchurch Listen, this is on here for a reason. I didn’t really like Mysterio ‘cause of what he did to Peter, but hey, some people are good actors, and some write characters acting very well.

Stephen Strange

(Un-Named) - Imagine / One Shot - by @archieimagines A cocky bastard and a shy Reader, as far as I’m concerned that a one-way ticket straight to my heart. *wink wonk*.

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @whirlybirbs Honestly, there are multiple fics of hers on this list, and that’s because she’s a damn fine writer, and her stories are just that addictive. This one is no different. I was preparing to read more and then it ended. But all good things, right?

Crash and Burn - One Shot - by @lilyswritings The angst, and the angst. I cry, you cry, everyone cries. Unfortunately there is only the one part, but much to my personal joy that means I can interpret the after-ending however I want!

Frank Castle

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @alexsunmners This is just cute okay? I have no other words except this was plain and simply very, very, very nice to read, and that it makes me feel very soft right here on the inside.

Peter Parker

Super Smooth Genius - One Shot (?) - by whirlybirbs Back at it again with the cute, awkward, friendly, neighbourhood, Peter Parker.

Just Don’t - Soulmate AU! One Shot - by @papel-creativo What’d I tell you about soulmate au’s? I can’t resist them. And of course Pete being a caring bf with his hero s/o. So nice.

Ronan the Accuser

Make You Proud - One Shot - by @kayleighhalliday2203 This is justifiable because I was going through a Lee Pace faze and I found it and loved it immediately.

Ultron

(Un-Named) - One Shot / Series - by @snarky-badger This I can also justify having read, because (and if you know me then you know) the robot thing ... Doesn’t bother me as much as it should. And I binged all of it on ao3, so.

Poe Dameron

(Un-Named) - Masterlist - by propertyofpoeandbucky Okay, I know there’s a lot on this list, and it could take you a while to get through it all, but trust me - it’s worth it. Lani likes Poe, and it shows. He’s written so well.

Dashing - One Shot / Series ? - by whirlybirbs Birbs does it again. She’s got Punchy!Reader, and if there were a legal way to get all of this Poe thing down into a written book, I’d do it.

You Can See Me? - Modern / Ghost AU! One Shot - by @tintinwrites I just this this one’s really cool. And what Poe does for the reader at the end? So sweet! He would totally do that!

Across the Hall - Modern / Nurse AU! Series - by @starryeyedstories It’s cute, it’s fun, it’s got tension, and a little drama - plus a smidge of angst and Corgi!BB-8. If perfection were ever made into a Modern/Nurse au Poe fic - this would be it.

Deepest, Lightest Secrets - One Shot - by @writefightandflightclub It’s got the humour and overall feel you’d expect to come from something Star Wars related - honestly I had so much fun reading it, and I’ll happily do it again.

Levi Ackerman

Names for Him & You - One Shot - by @commanderserwin Again, op is one of my main sources for fic’s in this area - so there could be quite a few of them listed here. But this one? Cute as heck.

Levi’s Secret - Modern AU! One Shot - by @theamberwriter This one was damn funny in my opinion. Nothing can ever be hidden from Hange for long.

You Look So Beautiful In White - Modern AU! One Shot - by @alrightberries This fic, it carved out my heart, diced it, shoved it in a blender, then made it into an atomic bomb. I - I was not okay. That amount of angst shouldn’t be allowed. Read it.

Abeille - Modern / Mafia AU! Series - by @ackermans-freedom-inc Honestly, this isn’t finished yet but, honestly, I’m not ready for it to finish. The heartache. The betrayal. The child. I can’t even.

Lights - Modern AU! One Shot - by commanderserwin This was the first fic I ever read of op’s, and I couldn’t believe what I read so I went back and read it again. I can’t tell you how much I love it, or how I feel about it, so just go read for yourself and you’ll know.

To Build a Home - Modern AU! Series - by @vennilavee If you’re a fan of Levi, you must go read this. It’s so detailed, and just so perfect - whenever a new part comes out I have a quick reboot before going to read it.

Erwin Smith

One of Us - Modern AU! Miniseries - by commanderserwin I’m not going to lie, this one is here because I requested it, but also because I really liked it, and cried while reading it. So there.

Reiner Braun

Service to the Crown - Medieval AU! Miniseries - by @present-mel It should probably be illegal to write Reiner or Medieval au’s this well, and yet here op is writing both. Like, McScuse me, where do you acquire such talent and can I have some?

Toshinori Yagi

Flirting with All Might - One Shot - by @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Toshi. The great. The hero. The awkward. He’s a blond boy doing what blond boys do even if he’s a little older he’s still part of the crew.

Stitches - Villain AU / Mini Series - by @itsallmightbitch Okay, so I said above that I wouldn’t put warnings on these - but this time I have to. Nothing I’ve read in my whole life emmits such an amount of pure horniness - and I love it.

Godless - Fantasy AU / One Shot - by @pleasantanathema Another ‘All Smite’ fic, yes, I know. But god. They’re so good. This one is another real horny one, so if you can’t tell there is a slight theme running here. And - sksksksks - this is actually from the same ‘general area’ as the Reiner fic listed above (Service to the Crown). There was a event. I read everything.

Keigo Takami

Preening - One Shot - by @shoutaaizawas Literally the softest and cutest damned thing I’ve read for Keigo. No, I’m not just ‘saying’ that, it’s genuine. The feelings I get - or lack thereof due to them turning to mush - it too much for words. Honest.

Seasonal Special - One Shot - by @keiqos I’ll say this now and I’ll say it first - any Hawks fics written by op are *chefs kiss*. They’re amazing. Secondly, rut!Hawks is my weakness - this fic is one of such weaknesses.

Shouto Aizawa

(Un-Named) - Series - by @theamberwriter This is *technically* the second part in the series, but it’s the only part I’ve read and goddamnit, I’m in love. Hubby Aizawa. The disappearing Baby-Zawa.

I Miss You Texts - SMAU - Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Nishinoya Yuu - by @briswriting I miss them too. They ain’t dead. I just feel like I haven’t seen them in so long.

Little Things - Headcanons - Karasuno - by @haikyuudreaming Every single one makes me feel so nostalgic, and I feel so much longing. I love. I loose. I pine. I want. And yet I cannot have. I only dream.

Cheerleader - Headcanons - Karasuno - by @imagine-101 I want to be their cheerleader. Now I am able to be. Op, many thanks for the feeding.

Tsukishima Kei

Cherry Wine - Single Parent AU! Series - by @bakugou-jpg I’m gonna head out and say that Tsukki was my first favourite Haikyuu character - then I ‘character developed’ but that only went so far as to give me more favorites. But deadass - read this and you won't regret it.

Ukai Keishin

(Un-Named) - Ballroom/Latin Dancer AU! Headcanons - by @imagine-that-haikyuu I know nothing about dancing. Or ballroom dancing. But I do know I’d love to dance with Ukai. So how’s that for ‘middle ground’?

#fic rec #masterlist #marvel x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #quentin beck x reader #stephen strange x reader #frank castle x reader #peter parker x reader #ronan x reader #ultron x reader #poe dameron x reader #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #reiner braun x reader #karasuno x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #ukai keishin x reader

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brooklynboysficrecs · 4 years

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Ria’s Top 10 Shrinkyclinks Fics

I will admit this isn’t my preferred AU -- I won’t immediately jump on a fic just because it’s pre-serum Steve and WS Bucky. I gotta like the plot, or the premise, or be really, really intrigued by the tags, but to be fair, that’s how I am with everything that isn’t Modern Bucky and Cap Steve, so. That being said, I have read some truly fantastic shrinkyclinks stories, and I do very much love Steven “Fight Me” Rogers at his scrappiest. And these fics also tend to feature protective!Bucky which is another personal favorite of mine. Oh, but also: shrinkyclinks generally refers to pre-serum Steve with actual Winter Soldier Bucky, but a lot of people use the tag just to imply body types, and when they say WS Bucky they mean he’s all huge and muscled and sometimes has a metal arm, though that isn’t required. That’s the definition I’m going with as well, so hopefully nothing’s confusing!

1. If Wishing Made It So by leveragehunters. Before I get into anything about the actual fic, let me say this: leveragehunters is probably my favorite stucky writer. Like, hands-down, I read almost everything they write, and they’re big into fantasy stories, which is a great bonus for me personally. So, so, so many good shrinkyclinks fics by them (Even Underneath the Waves, a mermaid AU that features equal amounts of pre- and post-serum Steve, and A-mage-ing Grace with mage Steve are two of my other favorites, and they would’ve been on the list, but I try not to put more than one story per author, ya know? And IWMIS kinda wins out above the others for me, so). This story features jinn!Bucky who finds himself in the baffled hands of Steve Rogers, who is perfectly prickly and stubborn and good. Bucky’s got a terrible past with humans in general (and Hydra in particular, what a shocker) that he and Steve have to overcome as their relationship progresses, but that progression is frankly beautiful to watch unfold. I come back to this story time and time again because of how much I love these versions of Steve and Bucky getting to know one another, learning to trust each other, supporting each other through the worst the world has to throw at them. Plus, there’s a few more stories in this series if you get as hooked as I am, which is always great!!

2. Roots Have Grown by AustinB. I remember reading this and just... completely feeling what Bucky is going through. Not everything -- he’s an agoraphobic veteran, and I can’t relate to either of those, really, but he’s so... awkward about his crush on Steve. And that’s -- that’s relatable to me. But it’s precious, really, how he tries to help Steve even though he’s afraid to actually meet him initially; he becomes Steve’s sort of... anonymous benefactor? Guardian angel with money? Like, it’s definitely a sugar daddy type deal originally but I doubt Bucky would describe it like that. I don’t know, it’s cute, though, and I loved seeing Bucky opening up to Steve as they became closer.

3. Through The Woods by VenusMonstrosa, alby_mangroves. Okay, hear me out: werewolves. I fucking love werewolves in fiction; I mean, not really the romance novels you’ll see in the grocery store, but. Werewolf mythology is one of my favorite things, so seeing it in fanfiction almost always manages to lure me in. And I was so not disappointed with this story! Steve’s living alone in a cabin in the woods, which of course sounds like the opening to a horror movie, but here it leads to love. Werewolf Bucky is both charming and terrifying, to a degree, he’s a wolf, but he and Steve are fantastic together. This is another story that goes in on the trust aspect of their relationship and I for one am a big fan of that. There’s some violence, minor character death and the like, but it’s definitely not undeserved so. If you can handle that (and the sex, because there is sex in this) then I highly recommend this one!

4. The Joy of Little Things by obsessivereader, Sealcat. And so we move from werewolves to dragons. Yup. Dragons. Another of my beloved mythical creatures that I obsessed over when I was kid. Bucky’s capable of shifting into a human in this, but primarily he’s a big ol’ dragon that surprisingly doesn’t want to eat the scrawny sacrifice from the local village. Steve ends up working for Bucky, instead, and from there hilarity ensues. Steve’s obviously wary of Bucky, but Bucky isn’t at all what he’d been expecting, and they grow closer the longer Steve’s staying in Bucky’s caves. There are a couple of stories with Dragon!Bucky, but this is my personal favorite; it’s cute and heart-warming and, well. I just really like it.

5. I Just Want to Love You in My Own Language by agetwellcard, inediblesushi. So this one has Cap!Bucky (Bucky!Cap?) but again, sometimes it’s more about how Bucky looks rather than his role as the Winter Soldier. Anyway, I remember my biggest take away from this story was how adorable Bucky was in his quest to win the affections of sassy Nurse Steve, who patches him up after missions and is probably playing hard to get. Bucky uses terrible pick-up lines, absolutely awful, and he is completely unashamed of that fact. Which is, as I said, adorable. Steve, initially, does not agree with my assessment, but he gets there eventually. After some requisite drama, of course.

6. Tint & Shade by forestofbabel. Oh, god, this one hurt me, I remember that pretty clearly. Bucky is the Winter Soldier in this, and Steve is a 21st century art therapist who just so happens to resemble his late grandfather, Captain Joseph Rogers, who fought in -- you guessed it -- WWII. Like I said in the intro, if I really like the premise of something I’ll usually read it regardless of the configuration of pre-/post-serum Steve and pre-serum/WS Bucky, and this was definitely one of the fics I got into for that reason. Having actual WS Bucky interact with a modern pre-serum Steve is always interesting, given how much they don’t have in common, generally (there isn’t even really the veteran status that modern Bucky sometimes has in fics), and it’s a journey to see how and why they connect. Having Steve resemble his WWII era grandfather caught my attention, and the fic itself made me grateful that I decided to go for it in the first place. This is another one where is trust is key to their relationship, considering the mental/emotional state Bucky is in at the beginning. Very good story overall!

7. Fourth Floor by dirtybinary, mithborien, picoalloe. So dirtybinary has written some amazing stucky fics, which is why I was so excited when I saw this being posted initially (a few years ago, but still). There’s magic! Mystery! Suspense! Some NatSharon! Looking this over, I’m wondering if I should’ve saved it for the Urban Fantasy list I wanna do (and If Wishing Made It So, if I’m being honest) but I do like it for the shrinkyclinks list. The writing is great, the characterization of Steve and Bucky is great, and like, they live in what is essentially a magical apartment complex, so what’s better than that?

8. my heart tells me you are lonely, too by FanGirling. Alright, so I read this one as it was being published, and the slow burn about killed me. You know, in a good way, though. Bucky lives in Steve and his mother’s apartment building, trying to figure out where to go with his life now that he’s broken free of Hydra and gotten his autonomy back. He’s obviously wary, skittish, but he takes a liking to Sarah Rogers when she reaches out to befriend him, surprised anyone wants to be near him let alone take the time to get to know him. Steve... is not so easily sold on Bucky. And I’m not gonna spoil anything here, but the shit these two go through is intense, and I cried a lot during this fic, sometimes out of frustration because they’re both ridiculous about their feelings (of course Bucky’s fears are valid, the man has been through literal hell, but also I was internally screaming a little as Bucky continually talked himself out of getting closer to Steve.) I wanted to wrap the both of them in about thirty blankets for pretty much the entire length of the fic. God. They’re just -- they’re so incredibly sweet in this one, once they work past their issues (Bucky and Steve are both more than a little messed up from their respective circumstances, but they make it work). Mind the tags on this one, also, especially because there is a chapter that deals with attempted sexual assault against Steve (obviously not with Bucky!), but Bucky handles the situation before anything truly nasty happens, that I can promise.

9. Local Raccoon Befriends Angry Chihuahua by charlesdk. This is yet another author I really love; they have a fantastic farmer!Steve/Modern!WS!Bucky story that I love to bits, as well as other great fics. But anyway, this one. The title sold me the second I saw it, honestly, I can’t even pretend that wasn’t the deciding factor in me reading this. I don’t think I can really do any better than the summary in explaining why I recommend it; feisty tiny Steve and lovestruck grumpy Bucky are a winning combination in my book. This one does feature the boys dealing with homophobia and ableism, though I can’t recall how severe it is. So I’d just mind the tags, and if you’re alright with them, thoroughly enjoy this story.

10. The Road to Hell is Paved with Tony’s Good Intentions by pinlilli. Bucky as a mail-order Russian bride. That’s the detail that pretty much demanded I click on this fic, and oh my god, it was even better than I ever could’ve expected. Tony, in a bid to help Steve get over his awful ex-boyfriend (fuck Brock Rumlow in every universe, honestly), literally orders him a husband -- in the form of beefy James Barnes, who is a fucking gem and I will not hear one bad word against him. He does chores, it’s lovely and adorable, and you will definitely fall just as hard as Steve does. There’s some canon-typical violence in this one that relates to James’ past, but nothing super graphic as far as I remember. Again, Rumlow is a dick and should be treated as such, but he’s hardly the most important part of this fic and I urge everyone to take a look at it if they’re as intrigued by Bucky being a mail-order husband as I was.

#stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #winter soldier #chris evans #sebastian stan #fic rec #shrinkyclinks #top 10

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5 and 18?

Ooh thank you for asking!!

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

I fell in love with James Copley over the course of I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore. He's the character I have the most life experience in common with — I don't work for the CIA or NSA, I promise, but I can't really say more than that and I know exactly how ridiculous this all sounds — but I hadn’t thought about him in that much detail and originally his role in that fic was as glorified plot device. It was over the course of writing it that he and Nile got to know each other and I realized he's a lot more than a plot device in Nile's life. I didn't explore his own feelings or motivations because that fic was so focused on Nile and honestly I see several of the things I most dislike about myself in Copley so I’m not sure how healthy it would be for me to explore him in more detail right now. I'm glad to have spent so much time exploring how he grew to be one of the most important people in Nile's life and I very likely will do more of that in different fics in the future.

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

Now that I’m reflecting on this question I’m realizing that there’s a direct line from a handful of my very favorite Cap fics to I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore, and less directly to pretty much everything else I’ve written:

Make a Thing Go Right by @hansbekhart: 100k SamBucky epic that explores trauma recovery and antiblackness and police violence and the messiness of 20something queer community, featuring Jewish Bucky and a very interesting and extremely unusual intersection with canon. This is my very favorite fic of all time — any TOG fans (and especially BoN fans) who have never read any MCU fic, go read this one right now.

This, You Protect by owlet: 64k epic that starts a 264k series that follows Bucky Barnes through his trauma recovery in so. much. detail. This fic includes therapy tactics that I went on to use in my real life, and some of those therapy tactics led me to the ones that I then handed off to Booker in ISYESADS.

4 Minute Window by speranza: 24k adventure that kicks off 157k of adventures and romance and all kinds of genre-crossing gorgeousness. This is my favorite of this author’s many exceptional fics and I aspire to reach even a tenth of this level of mastery of combining a heart-pounding caper with insightful characterization that informs said heart-pounding caper.

Known Associates by thingswithwings: 295k epic that follows Steve Rogers from starving disabled queer socialist to physically and socially powerful queer socialist who is an international symbol of a lot of shit he does and does not agree with. Extraordinarily thoughtful exploration of how queer and trans identities change as the cultural contexts around a character change.

There was an AU I read probably close to 15 years ago now where Faith Lehane from Buffy had alley-behind-a-bar sex with Sirius Black and it was hot as fuck and very weird and perfect and it was probably only ever posted on a long-deleted LiveJournal but the concept of writing smut that is that hot without belaboring the getting-to-know-you part beyond just a few sentences has stayed with me for a very long time.

(send an ask: get to know your author)

#fandom friends #fic recs #james copley #i just have a lot of feelings

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purplepalmdelight · 4 years

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why life is still okay (rambling fic rec pt. 1)

firstly: shout out to @trulyalpha for apparently owning my entire bookmarks page on ao3 (bc i only realised all my favourite fics were written by the same person,,, yesterday. bc im really smart like that) anyway breakdown of why she’s a stoncy saving grace thanks!!!

you ease my mind, you make everything feel fine.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/13842039)

yes this fic is from 2018. yes i read it every other week. it’s good for the SOUL. jonathan getting taken care of is always just such a good and sweet concept (maybe it’s my intense, undying love of him, but he deserves to be taken care okay) and. okay i’ll admit, sometimes i forget how fucking FUNNY this fic is, but it’s genuinely hilarious, okay? you gotta trust me on this. it makes me cackle at inappropriate times absurdly often. ("Hi." "Hi." "I want you, you fuck." is a top line. i laugh so hard every TIME.) all three of them are so incredibly in character, and somehow this NAILS the fact that they’re all massive disasters pretending to be confident. and i’m not someone that reads ~smut~ often (though it’s more mentioned than described, very non-explicit) but this didn’t make me even the least bit uncomfortable. it felt very natural and in character and made me laugh as much as the rest of the story. all in all, i always come away a little more in love with the characters, and that’s a really precious feeling.

you could be the one to make me feel something

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14269476/chapters/32912745)

i take back everything i’ve ever claimed. this IS the funniest piece of writing i’ve ever read, and it WILL remain so, probably until the day i die. i honestly... barely have words. my expectations were high when i started it, but in retrospect, they were LEAGUES below what i got. the characterisation, the progression, the dialogue, the story; from the overarching aspects to the tiny details, it’s impeccable. i genuinely read this twice in one day, and then again the next. every single part of it is so good, but in terms of FAVOURITES... the christmas section. hilarious. down to its bones, well crafted and heart felt. it hits me right in the chest every time. the story, from the beginning, has me just as in love with nancy and steve as jonathan is, and as everything grows more intense, so does my investment. it pulls me in and doesn’t let me go until it’s good and ready to see me leave. again, the sexy aspects are so in character and natural that it’s uncomfortable or weird to read and instead just leave me grinning like an idiot. also ( “It did frustrate me, in more ways than one. It’s also a weird plan, like … did you expect me to be so overwhelmed by the power of a boner that I’d just admit my feelings?” is SUCH a funny line, i think about it literally every day. literally. every. day.) the characters are afraid to be messy, to make mistakes, and they all feel so ALIVE that when i leave the story, i feel like i’m leaving a friend. it’s honestly beautiful and honestly breathtaking. this story is better than a lot of published books, honestly, and i’m so grateful for it. so thank you.

i crash my car ‘cause i wanna get carried away!

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17131202)

...you really wanted to make me cry, huh? i cried out of grief, yeah, out of the depth of nancy’s guilt and the pure rawness of her mourning, but i also cried out of catharsis as she came to terms, and out of laughter a few times. the bit about total eclipse of the heart as a motif was... that was so well done. i hate drawing comparisons, so please understand that this is criticism of a concept and not a particular story, but in so many stories then nancy’s grief feels... trivialised? that’s not quite the right word. romanticised, maybe. as someone who has lost a friend in the past, it’s just... it doesn’t feel realistic? and that’s okay, because it’s hard to nail something you haven’t experienced, and i wouldn’t wish the experience on anyone. it’s just that stories like this, where i can really resonate with nancy and follow the journey of her recovery WITH her are so rare. this story is a gem, it really is. i don’t love it for all the same reasons as the others, but i love it fiercely all the same.

there’s nothing magic going on, and then along came you

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14994137)

sure, you could be the one is the funniest fic i’ll probably ever read, but nothing magic is such a close second. it’s laugh-out-loud, get-tears-in-your-eyes, fall-out-of-your-chair, and it’s also so goddamn SWEET i can hardly stand it. of the several fics i generally group together in my head (nothing magic, you could be the one + its sequels (might have to make an individual post about this series), laugh until we think we’ll die, and got nothing for you; all very similar, yet incredibly unique) nothing magic is the shortest, but that doesn’t mean it compromises on quality, oh no. it just means i can read it quicker, and therefore more often! when it’s late and i’m tired and i need a laugh to calm down before i sleep, i generally go search this fic up. remember when i mentioned the whole “being just as in love with nancy and steve as jonathan is” thing? it’s like that except... almost funnier. in you could be the one, it’s just that the story naturally tugs you into adoring these two messy, silly, sweet, amazing young adults, because how could you not? how else could you possibly feel? but here, they are genuinely just... that funny. they are actually just so funny that you as a reader click with them and find yourself grinning like an IDIOT because oh my god you’re disasters. maybe it’s the inherent relatability of a tired highschooler trying to make it through the summer and hating his job along the way, but this fic hits right in the heart every damn time.

got nothing for you other than love

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17596658)

"You trust me," she says.

They both know it's a fact, not question, but he still says, "Of course."

and

By then, his shell wasn't something he could step out of. It was part of him. But that was okay. He didn't need more. What he had was enough.

He always did have trouble with wanting more.

and

"Hey, babe?" Nancy turns her head to look at Steve, touching his shoulder. "Can you buy me a drink?"

"Sure thing. What d'ya want?"

"Surprise me. Not like that time we were here and you snuck out the store, went to a smoothie stand, and came back with a mango smoothie."

Steve grins. "But I did surprise you."

and

"Do you have food in the backseat?"

"The sandwich has only been there for like, two weeks—"

and

"Ugh. Too much cheese. I'm lactose-intolerant, remember?"

"False, you're not intolerant of anyone except people over the age of fifteen with bowl cuts and guys who wear shorts in the winter."

and

"Where are you off to? I'm your only friend," Kali says, frowning.

and

"You good, man?"

"Yeah," he says, his throat dry, "I'm great."

"Yeah, you are," Nancy says, and he is. He is.

and i can’t continue because that’s, like, barely halfway into the fic and i’ve already skipped so many of my favourite lines and i would have to skip so many more. you see what i mean about sathana being funny as hell? and like all the others, it’s not just the humour here. i mean... it is, because it’s SO FUCKING FUNNY I LITERALLY CANNOT SAY THAT ENOUGH but the reason it’s so funny is because it’s so candid. it’s so smooth. the whole thing flows. you’re not left feeling that you’ve missed a piece or that anything was sacrificed; you just feel like you’ve read something incredible. this fic is an experience of its own that i honestly have never experienced before. it’s sweet, and it’s gentle, and it’s just so overwhelmingly good that i don’t think i’ll ever quite get over it. in short? it’s a blessing. my expectations were high, but holy fuck did you blow them to bits.

one more favourite line:

Things are ending, things are starting, and everything looks bright. It won't always be that way. The sun's got to set at some point. But, gazing up at the sky, at the pink bleeding into orange, Jonathan figures it'll have to rise again. No matter what happens, these two things are constant.

"Hey, you look awfully lonely," Nancy calls out, walking towards him, reaching out to him with the hand not in Steve's.

Well. Maybe not just those two things.

that scene, in general, is beautiful, and it wraps the story up on such a genuine note. it feels like a film with how clearly i can picture it. it feels like no fic i’ve ever really read before. it feels... good. i guess i don’t really have the words. it just feels so good.

as an overall statement on why i call her my favourite author... it’s the realism. maybe that’s surprising, considering how many times i said “funny” or “hilarious” in here, but in the end, i wouldn’t be so attached to her work if it didn’t feel so real. i can open a tab and instantly get transported to a home i’ve never lived in. it’s comfortable. it’s sweet. and the dialogue/banter is always perfectly crafted. there’s just never really a downside to her fics, honestly. even if i wanted to search, i don’t think i’d find one. not even one of those “their only problem is that there’s not more to enjoy” kind of comments, because every single one feels perfectly crafted in its own right. it doesn’t need more or less. it stands for itself and it’s goddamn good at it.

i didn’t anticipate having to do multiple parts on this post, but- surprise surprise- i haven’t even gotten to my favourite one yet! so yeah, pt. 2 will be written after i finish the history essay trying to murder me, god knows when that is. in the meantime, please go give her some love and adoration. she deserves it.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stoncy rights pls #stoncy #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #fic rec #like HARD rec pls read #and if anyone who has read these fics wants to geek out w me....... come one and do it #sathana stans unite amirite

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thwip--thwip · 4 years

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Hey, I was looking for some new reading material and wondered if you could give me some recs? Please and thank you sm!

ho BOY anon, COULD I! I’ve got over 2,000 bookmarks on AO3 - what are we looking for? I’m going to assume IronDad, or at the very least Peter Parker-centric; short or long? MJ or Gwen Stacy? Angst, fluff, whump? Sorry this took a minute; I went into the vault for you and pulled out some rare gems:

LONG FICS

In the Home by @captainkirkk | 68k

The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.

“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”

Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—

Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.

This just…hoo. A classic if I’ve ever seen one. There’s going to be plenty of aloneintherain on this list because she’s the bomb dot com and its no secret I’m in love. we Stan in this house; this might be my favorite Spidey fic ever written.

POW Avengers by Punny_Puck |122k

Tony Stark is thrown into a new Nazi POW camp. It’s his fifth–or sixth–and he’d really like to make it to his fiftieth escape attempt this time. But Stalag III isn’t like any of the other POW camps he’s been in. He suddenly finds himself facing an impossible task: Getting two-hundred and fifty men out of the camp in one massive escape attempt. And dammit if he’s not going to make it work.

Very impressive, very lengthy and detailed historical AU set in WWII. This one is more Tony than Peter, and quite a fair bit of Loki (this author does a great job with all the different POV’s, that’s why it’s so long!). Nice and juicy!

5 Times Peter Fell & Tony Caught Him, and The 1 Time He Didn’t by eva7673 | 35k

Peter has a nasty habit of falling. And Tony, bless him, will catch him every. single. time. Until the day he can’t.

I love this series with all of my heart, but especially this first fic! It’s the perfect amount of whump and IronDad, and oh man, that last time? GETS me. Eva definitely put in so much work on this series, and it SHOWS!

Twelve Days of Peter Parker by @upcamethesun | 27k

In each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas, Tony runs into one Peter Parker — for better or for worse.

In other words, an excuse for this author to write gratuitous Peter fluff/angst/nonsense with a Christmas theme, because ‘tis the season.

This fic is so cute I Die. Perfect bit of holiday nonsense! I read it every year lol. It’s got everything you’re looking for and more, to scratch the itch you didn’t know you had.

ever in your favor by @iron–spider | 153k

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

I mean…how could I possibly do a fic rec list without this on it? Iron–spider’s latest masterwork, and it truly is a masterwork. The Hunger Games AU your soul has been crying out for, and quite possibly the greatest AU to ever live. Do yourself a favor and get settled in - you’re in for a ride.

Magazineverse by @copperbadge | 56k

Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America’s Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers.

Avengers-centric, takes place post-2012. The Avengers team we deserve! The whole series is amazing, and I definitely didn’t see the twist coming (SO original, and you totally got me. Well played.)

MEDIUM FICS

devil in a sunday hat by @captainkirkk | 14k

Peter wishes he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be reduced to this—limp-crawling through the rabbit burrows that is Oscorp Tower, a monster of a man on his heels, bloody and bruised and choking on a panic attack.

This series really speaks to Peter, and his experience as a street-level hero. I don’t think I’ve ever not cried reading this series - it’s really beautiful. Aloneintherain always manages to capture how much weight and anxiety sits on Peter’s shoulders - and how dire his consequences can really be.

5 things that change for Peter after the end of the world by @iron–spider | 14k

…and one thing that always remains the same.

(SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR)

Peter knows he’s different now.

The first three months were like a bubble. He didn’t think about the newness of his old life, he didn’t think about the state of the world now that it had been saved—he just worried. Worried about Tony and Steve recovering. Worried about May worrying about him. Worried about everything in general—he didn’t allow himself specifics because specifics didn’t make sense, not yet. He just focused on his routine, kept it normal, the same schedule every day so he didn’t throw himself off.

It felt like the bubble popped when the party ended, and everything became clearer. The differences in who he is now were highlighted, like there was a spotlight on his every move, like everybody could see the invisible scars the world-ending experience left on him.

The first thing he notices is the sleeping. Or lack thereof.

(a follow up to my story “the rattle of their hearts” from Peter’s POV. You can read this one without having read the original, but it would make more sense if you have read it!)

Everyone knows Rattle, and if you don’t, definitely read the first fic in this series! But this second one is really special to me (and MJ never fails to make me laugh out loud, every time). Peter’s PTSD is dealt with intimately in this fic, and I love it to bits.

the conspiracy kids by @tempestaurora | 13k

WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?

The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks.

“My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.”

“what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth.”

Looking for a fun, Peter-and-Harley-being-ridiculous-teenagers fic? This is the One For You. I can see it all in my head, and it never fails to make me laugh. Delightful piece of fluff and probably the best social-media-esque fic I’ve read.

Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With An Anti-Vaxxer In The Street by @caraminha | 12k

Prompt from my Tumblr: Have you heard of tetanus? I’m studying it for school and it’s got lots of angst potential - it causes severe, seizure like muscle spasms which can break the patient’s bones, but they’re conscious and fully aware of what’s happening. It also causes fever and lockjaw, and difficulty breathing. I’d love to see an angst fic where Peter has bad tetanus and Tony and co are looking after him whilst his symptoms get worse and worse.

Looking for some Peter!whump? This fic is so sweet. Tony is Dad. What more do you need?

SHORT FICS

Come Together by @captainkirkk | 1.8k

From the ground, Tony squints at Thanos and the young heroes the villain is chasing through the city. “Are they…” Tony begins.

Steve, being lifted onto a gurney by starstruck paramedics, laughs a little. “Leading the man who almost destroyed the Earth in a wild goose chase?” In the sky, Johnny Storm sticks his tongue out at Thanos, ducking and weaving out of the villain’s grasp. “Yeah. I think they are.”

Didn’t I promise she’d be on here a billion and one times? All of her stuff is so good, for every fandom. Go READ this queen who’s been killing the game for years. This fic is such a sweet one, an Endgame fic before Peter was even in the MCU. It’s perfect.

Only Road by @garamonder | 2.8k

A rare breather between fighting should have been a relief for the Avengers. Instead, one small comment triggers a confrontation Peter had been avoiding for months.

Oh wow this one…this dialogue between Peter and Tony is incredible. One of my favorite things in a fic is a good argument, especially one where Peter has a distinct and mature point.

Every Penny and More by Princessfbi | 1.2k

She forced herself to inhale air and hold it before releasing it from her lips. She grounded herself in the cheap vinyl in a crappy diner that she wasn’t sure she was ever going to be able to look at the same way again. She thought of the life Peter would have if she said yes because she knew that’s what all of this was about: Tony asking her permission to let him do this.

May and Tony co-parenting Peter is…oh, be still my heart. This is such a sweet little fic of something that definitely happened off-screen :’)

5 Times Spider-Man Saved An Avengers’ Ass (and the 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris | 7.2k

What it says on the tin.

Going through an angsty Spider-Man phase. I regret nothing.

YES give me Peter x Avengers team! Peter gets a great moment with each of the Avengers, proving himself a capable hero (and getting assistance when he needs it the most :’) baby makes some friends!). Really cute, a fun little romp.

unbearable loss by @iron–spider | 1.6k

“Peter…he was so afraid, Pep,” Tony says, his voice breaking. “He…he just lunged for me, he was so afraid, he wanted—he needed someone to be there for him. And I tried, I tried—I held him, I told him he was alright, which was a—goddamn lie, and the only fucking thing that came out of my mouth. The last thing I said to him.” He shakes his head, swallowing hard. “The last thing I said to him was a lie.”

“You can’t blame yourself,” Pepper says, quietly.

“I do,” Tony says. “He trusted me. That kid trusted me, and I failed him every possible way I could have. I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t—he died in my arms and I couldn’t do one single solitary thing about it. And I couldn’t—me, the human fucking chatterbox—I just stared at him. He was dying, turning to fucking dust and apologizing to me and I just stared at him, like a moron.”

This fic Fucks. Me. Up. Iron–spider’s Tony angst is unparalleled. It hurts me every time, and the dialogue between him and Pepper is just…it’ll get you.

yesterday, I saw a change by @captainkirkk | 6.8k

Inspired by prompt: ‘Peter is unmasked on live television, and everyone goes berserk—you’ve already heard this one but here’s the twist—he’s wide-eyed, staring into the camera, frightened, but not because of his own safety. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “Someone please, please protect my Aunt May.” And the entirety of New York cries out simultaneously. Heroes and neighbours and fellow students rain down on the Parker house, ready to defend her.’

This is - surprise! - a May Parker fic. This fic will move you. You will probably cry. I love it with all my heart. If I ever need a refresher on who May is and how she feels - how New York feels, about Spiderman - this is my go-to.

Hope that gave you some new stuff to check out! I have more, do I ever have more. Enjoy & remember to leave comments for all of these wonderful writers!!!

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thecreelhouse · 4 years

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Kill The Lights // Chapter 1

steve harrington x original female character

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokenetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all alone, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Takes place right before S3, will lead into s3. Slow-ish? Burn? Kinda? Sure.

Series- chapter 1/?? (We’re kinda just winging it here, y’all. Only have like 5 chapters finished so far lol.)

Word count: 2,524

Content warnings: depression, grieving/loss of a loved one, self harm (not graphically descriptive), framed homicide by overdose (so specific good god sorry), suicidal ideations, PTSD, eventual season 3 spoilers, angst... ? Forgive me if I forgot to list anything else!

Author’s note: wow okay hi!! I haven’t written/posted fics in ages (we’re talkin 2012 on mibba being the last time.... is that site even still alive?), so forgive me if I’m rusty in writing/grammar skills and overexplain things or write in circles! I grew up with sites like Quizilla (RIP ugh) to read and write fics on, and if that doesn’t show my age I dunno what does lol. Y’all have changed a lot in the fic game on here and AO3 that I’m still learning so please bear with me. Chapter names are song titles from a playlist I made up for this fic, and story title is ‘kill the lights’ by the birthday massacre. (Now I’m really showing my age.)

Okay. Yeah. This is dark and sad and all over the place but I’ve been sitting on it for a year so- here we go? Here we go! If you actually read this- thank you. (Also don’t be afraid to tell me??? Ok sick. Shutting up now! Enjoy!!)

Chapter 1 - The End

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The muggy air held heavy in the cabin, even with the windows open and the sun setting. For the end of April, it was surprisingly humid. A sign of a hotter tail end of spring, and a wicked summer on the horizon.

Violet let her makeshift bed- an old mattress on the floor- hold her body’s weight completely, though it felt like her heart was really weighing her down. She wished she could sink into the floor and disappear. It was one of those evenings where she wanted to sleep to pass the time, but flashbacks flooded her mind every time her eyes shut. There was no escaping the dreadful feeling. Either exist awake in heartache, or fall asleep to the traumatic memories from the months before. It was all still too fresh.

“This is just a sick joke, right?”

“I’m sorry, Violet, she’s gone.”

“But that’s not Amy! She’d never do that to herself! She never touched drugs in her entire life!”

“Then how could she have overdosed? The proof is right there. I’m sorry. I don’t like telling people when they lose someone- especially to something so heavy. It’s not easy to hear, but we can’t just turn away from the truth.”

“The truth is being covered up- it has to be! Would you just- just fucking- Just fucking wait a second, hear me out. I know I’m unstable right now but this isn’t me losing it. I need someone to hear me out-“

Violet lifted her right sleeve up with a shaky hand, uncovering the tattoo on her wrist.

In plain black text, the numbers ‘003’ were revealed.

Hopper’s eyes went wide, darting back and forth between Violet’s eyes and her tattoo.

“Someone-“ She took a second to catch her breath, trying not to cry again, “Someone else did this to her. Someone’s still watching me. Someone did this to punish me for getting away.”

Violet’s fingers traced over the tattoo- now ‘003’ with a healed scar through it. She wanted to erase the number forever. It was just a constant reminder of her life never truly belonging to her.

A constant reminder of the way things worked in this world.

She was a weapon. Lost property. Not a human being.

Not to Dr. Brenner, and not to anyone at Hawkins Lab long after he was gone. Gone, being used loosely; Violet refused to believe he was dead. Not until she saw a body. Not until she saw the light leave his eyes, and hopefully someday on her own doing.

A knock at the bedroom door shook her thoughts from her mind, though she didn’t move or call out. A few seconds passed before the door gently creaked open, followed by soft footsteps moving across the floor. Violet felt a small hand touch her shoulder, softly and just for a moment. Another few seconds passed before the silence broke, not by Violet, of course. She just didn’t have the energy most days.

“We’re going to Mike’s for game night.... want to come with?” The soft, small voice belonged to El.

Violet pushed herself to roll over and face the young girl. El held a sad smile when their eyes met.

She knew Violet wouldn’t come along. She always knew, but always invited her. El refused to let Violet fade out completely. She did what she could to let the older girl know she didn’t have to be alone.

Violet didn’t have the heart to let her, or anyone, in and know what pain she felt. Maybe she lost her childhood and first found family, her first real family, to the lab, but that didn’t mean El had to suffer along with her. She was still young enough where she could reclaim her life. Violet couldn’t take that from El.

“I’m gonna stay here, kiddo. Thank you, though.” Violet croaked out as she forced herself to smile. She did mean the kindness, but she felt numb behind it.

El nodded, gave Violet‘s hand a quick squeeze, then turned to the door. She glanced back once more, and waved before she shut the door behind her.

Violet sighed, feeling awful. She wanted to give this new life a real chance. Wanted to heal.

“All good things come to an end, to make room for new beginnings” Amy’s words echoed in Violet‘s head.

But she felt as if embracing that would be betraying Amy. She couldn’t let go, not just yet. Maybe it really was just a bad dream. Maybe she’s just been asleep for way too long. Letting go would be giving up on the first person that cared for her. That loved her. That felt like home.

As her thoughts drifted along, she heard muffled voices in the living room. She recognized the voices that belonged to El and Hopper, and one she assumed was Mike’s voice, though she had yet to actually meet him. She hadn’t met any of the Party yet. Violet avoided them all like the plague. She couldn’t bring the permanent rain cloud she carried around any of them. That was her sadness, her trauma. She didn’t dare let anyone else feel that pain too.

Another voice chimed into their conversation, this one she was pretty sure she recognized, though she knew this one even less than Mike. The voice sounded a bit deeper, older. Maybe someone closer to her age.

Though the conversation was hushed, Violet could still make out bits and pieces of it, mostly having to do with her and her progress. Things like “you’re a good kid for trying and checking up on her, El.” And “it takes time, she’ll come around soon.”

The conversation moved into small talk, and details about when El would be brought back home. Violet quietly laughed to herself when she heard Hopper sternly tell Mike, “No funny business with my daughter, you hear?”. It was the first time in a long while that she felt her face curl into a smile, even if it was microscopic.

“Yes sir. We would never.” Mike managed to reply back. Hopper was really good at that whole ‘overprotective and overbearing dad’ thing.

“Alright. Have fun, tell the rest of the Party I said hi. And Harrington, drive safe. No speeding.” Hopper continued.

“You got it, Chief.” The unfamiliar voice replied back. Violet could only assume Hopper’s eyes were rolling so hard in the next room over. Another small smile crept up on her face. She wondered what this boy looked like. He definitely had to be older than the kids if he was driving them.

“See ya later, kid.” Hopper said to El, and Violet figured El was giving her dad a tight hug goodbye. The front door closed, and the cabin fell silent, aside from Hopper sighing. He was probably settling in to watch some TV and enjoy the peace and quiet for a few hours.

Violet watched the tail end of the sunset through the window, finally embracing her body’s exhaustion as she drifted off to sleep.

If only sleep came peacefully to her these days.

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Violet jolted up in bed, skin slick in a cold sweat. Her entire body trembled, unsure if it was from fear or anger. Maybe both?

She had the dream again. The one that was really just a flashback, like the ones she also struggled through while awake. Her eyes darted over to the clock on El’s dresser- 10:30 p.m. She had only been asleep for maybe three hours. It might have been the most continuous sleep she had in awhile.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness around the shared bedroom. El had to give up some free space in the already cramped room so Violet had somewhere to sleep. She felt bad the young teen didn’t have the room to herself, especially on the days she tried catching up on sleep or just moped in bed. It was her only safe place these days, if you could even call it that.

Violet pushed off the bed, and slid her denim jacket and combat boots on before quietly opening the door. Hopper was snoring away on the couch, TV blaring in front of him. Violet softly smiled at how goofy he looked before slipping out the front door too.

The moon was bright and the crickets chirped loudly, echoing throughout the woods. The sound soothed Violet. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, before flicking her fingers in a snapping motion, creating a spark of electricity that caught flame at the end of the cigarette in her mouth.

One of the few good things about being electrokinetic, was never worrying about losing a lighter.

Violet was antsy, and knew it wasn’t best to go off alone, but had to do something to get her mind off the nightmare she had. She grabbed her helmet off the porch bench, pulled her keys out of her pocket, and walked over to her motorcycle.

It wasn’t fancy, it wasn’t much, but it got her from point A to point B, and the feeling of wind around her as she rode around town was always calming to her.

As she sat on the seat of her bike, a pair of headlights began to show through the trees before parking by Hopper’s police truck.

Violet squinted into the lights before the driver shut them off, and the doors open. El hopped out of the backseat, Mike following her. Probably was gonna walk her up to the door to say goodnight. Violet could easily sense how giddy El was, and how nervous Mike was, even though her senses also told her they’ve kissed goodbye plenty of times in the past year.

Her attention swung back to the driver side door slamming shut, a tall boy walking away from the car. He was..... really pretty, to say the least.

Amy always tried to correct Violet when she called boys pretty, saying boys didn’t really care for that. Violet would always argue that it didn’t matter if it was the truth. Here, her argument definitely applied.

Violet choked on some smoke when his eyes met hers. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, not expecting to see her out here.

Violet could sense him growing nervous, wondering if he was invading her personal space. She had to keep herself from laughing at his thought, seeing as she was in the open outdoors, and he had to be several feet away from her.

“Uh... H-hey. Sorry if we bothered you... I just had to drop El off, and Mike wanted to come for the ride to say goodnight...” He stuttered out. She dropped her cigarette butt to the ground, stomping it out before smiling ever so slightly.

Her face was beginning to hurt from these tiny smiles tonight. It really had been too long.

“Hi... you are..?” She asked, her voice sounded so meek compared to what she remembered it sounded like. She hadn’t spoken very often lately.

“Oh! Oh, right- uh. Sorry. I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.” The words nervously tumbled out of his mouth as he outstretched his hand towards Violet. She glanced at it, confused, then remembered this is what people do when they first meet. Handshakes. Right.

She didn’t shake his hand, though. Human contact, especially with men, made her nervous. Terrified, even. She hadn’t had physical contact with a man since the day she escaped and-

“Right, shit. Sorry. I forgot, Hopper said you need space. I’m sorry if I upset you at all.” Steve mumbled out. Violet could hear his thoughts, mentally beating himself up over the small failed interaction. She couldn’t help but frown, feeling bad. He genuinely meant well, wasn’t going to hurt her.

Violet had the upper hand with being clairvoyant, sensing people’s feelings, hearing thoughts they assumed they could only hear, gaining information long before they told them to her on their own.

So, why the hell did any man scare her so much? Why did anyone scare her at all? She had the chance to spot red flags before someone could even make them visible to the average person. She wasn’t average. So what scared her so badly?

“No, you’re okay. It’s okay.” She forced herself to say. She meant it though, that it was okay. That he was okay. She could sense he really had no ill intentions in the introduction. “I’m Violet... Vi for short... whichever works.”

Steve stood quiet for a second in disbelief that she was even talking to him, before responding. “It’s.... it’s really nice to meet you, Violet.”

Before she could respond, El yelled from the top stairs of the porch, “Violet!”, before bounding back down the stairs towards her. El ran over to Violet, pausing for a second before hugging her waist gently. “I hope you’re feeling a little better.”

Violet couldn’t even be mad about the human contact. She forgot how much she missed being cared for by family until El gave her these little moments. El knew she needed space, needed time to heal. But she refused to let her found sister build the walls up too high.

“Thanks, kiddo. I am, a little, yeah. I was gonna go for a ride to clear my head.”

“Bad dream?”

Violet nodded, El gave her a small frown. Violet couldn’t read El the way she could with most people. Maybe it had to do with her abilities, too. But she trusted El from the get go. She knew the pain and trauma El had experienced, and knew no one in the same shoes would be hurtful. Not like the bad men at the lab. She knew El had good intentions and a good heart. It might have been the only reason why she agreed to go into hiding with her and Hopper in the first place a few months ago.

“Be safe”, El said to Violet.

Violet nodded again, “I will, kiddo. Always.” She meant well, but it wasn’t always the truth. She only stayed safe enough. Enough to keep living, but most days there didn’t feel like there was much of a point anymore. Not without Amy by her side.

Violet glanced up towards Steve, who awkwardly looked away and cleared his throat when their eyes met again.

“Alright, Wheeler,” he started, looking over to Mike, “say goodnight to your girl. I’ll be in the car. No making out, please!”

“Shut up!” Mike said to Steve, rolling his eyes, as El grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the older teens. Violet shook her head, quietly laughing to herself. She caught Steve doing the same.

“Well,” she spoke up, “it was nice meeting you, Steve. See ya around, I guess”.

“Yeah, see you around, Violet... Take care, alright?” He said, looking like he wanted to say more, but Violet sensed he was worried of scaring her off.

Steve walked towards his car, as Violet glanced over once more at him before starting up her bike. She revved the motor a few times before feeling comfortable enough to race off, leaving the others and the cabin behind.

#stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x oc #kill the lights #my fics

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thelightofthingshopedfor · 4 years

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Dear Yuletide writer,

I’m 100indecisions on AO3. just based on numbers of requests/offers in the signup summary, it seems fairly likely that you matched with me on Avengers Academy, but it’s also slightly possible it was Silent Hill 3 or The Bifrost Incident. numbers also indicate nobody else requested or offered my other two fandoms, but I’m including them here anyway in case you or anyone else wants to take a stab at them. (there’s also this post if you want a little more info about why these fandoms are cool and where to find them.)

regardless! the important thing as always is that you have fun writing the fic, and for the most part everything that follows is just a suggestion. whatever you come up with, I’m sure I’ll love it.

I feel like…most of the fandoms I requested aren’t too likely to lead to fics with my major DNWs, probably. I wouldn’t want to see dubcon or significant manipulation in a relationship that’s supposed to be positive and healthy, for instance. I’m not opposed to explicit sex scenes of any kind, although I often end up skimming them because I’m the type of ace person who is just Not Interested in most of the physical aspects, so…you’re welcome to write sex scenes if it’s relevant but you absolutely don’t have to feel like you need to.

in general, my biggest DNW is unhappy endings. I’m thrilled to see my favorite characters go through all kinds of hell to get there, so for most of these I would be very happy to get something tagged Crueltide, but I also like things to be okay or at least hopeful by the end. if canon is the unhappy part in one way or another, I’m always happy to read fix-it fics. Between post-canon fix-its that could reasonably happen in the future and canon-divergence AUs where things are okay now because of some mid-canon change, I have a slight preference for the former, but both are good.

as for stuff I like, well, the other thing implied by my main DNW is that I do often enjoy fairly dark fics, as long as they end okay. I also like Loki a lot, as you can probably guess from my requests. if you ended up matching me on Avengers Academy Loki or Bifrost Incident Loki, and/or you want to take a stab at one of the other Loki-centric requests, the Loki fics I’ve actually written are pretty representative of stuff I like in my Loki fics, which basically boils down to “sympathetic interpretations always, with loads of angst and/or whump on the way to a reasonably happy ending”. I tend to take a somewhat lighter tone in general with my Avengers Academy fics (I’ve written several of those and only one of them doesn’t involve Loki at all, so…yeah I have a one-track mind where Loki is concerned), although I did also write a pretty damn whumpy fic for AvAc Loki. I’m very invested in the relationship between Thor and Loki as brothers, although Thorki is usually a personal squick. for things that aren’t necessarily Loki-related, I like found families and deep friendships, sibling bonds, stories about characters reclaiming their own agency from some outside force and/or figuring out how to take control of their own narratives, and probably plenty of other things that aren’t coming to mind at the moment. I’m equally good with plotty fics and little slice-of-life or introspective pieces. I will always always always be happy to see queer characters, especially asexual ones.

more detail about my specific requests, basically just expanded versions of what I wrote in my sign-up:

Silent Hill 3 (Heather Mason). I love this game and that’s mostly because of Heather–she’s resourceful, brave, and incredibly tough, and the game is essentially all about her reclaiming her agency (in a very literal, physical way) from people who used her for their own ends. Anything that gets into Heather’s head would be great, whether it’s a missing scene of some kind during the game or something afterward that explores what she does next, how she recovers from a frankly massive amount of trauma, and how she reconciles the various layers of her identity. The ways in which Heather, Cheryl the child, and Alessa both are and are not the same person are endlessly fascinating to me, and it seems like she probably has a lot of weird memories bouncing around in her head at this point--and possibly some extra trauma from Alessa’s memories of things Heather never physically experienced, as if she doesn’t have enough to deal with already. I would also really love to see something involving Angela and/or Maria from Silent Hill 2; I’m not sure how the timelines would line up (although realistically, considering the setting, that part would be trivial to handwave) but the way Heather basically said “fuck you, you don’t own me” to the cult makes me want to see other female characters find their own agency as well, and it would be really awesome if Heather found a way to help them do that, either by helping them directly or just by influencing the way the town operates. in general, I love these games for their atmosphere and symbolism, so anything you can do along those lines would be great.

Avengers Academy (Loki, Thor). I still miss this game. I especially miss Loki, who was a snarky little bastard but really not a bad dude. Mostly I’d be thrilled to see anything that focuses on him (or her, I super loved Loki’s canonical genderfluidity) developing actual friendships at the academy, with any characters who might be relevant (Steve, Natasha, America Chavez, Nebula, Union Jack, Angela, Jane Thor, really anybody). Working things out with Thor and/or the rest of his family is always good too; Loki’s Frost Giant storyline didn’t involve Thor at all, for instance, probably because it was written long before Thor was added to the game, so I’d be interested to see how things went when he found out his brother was a Frost Giant. I’m also always happy to see crossovers of some kind with other Marvel universes, especially considering AvAc was an interesting patchwork of film and comics canon; meta stuff where characters are aware of their multiverse counterparts is always fun (again, my own AvAc fics are pretty representative of what I like…and if you wanted to build off anything in those, I’d be thrilled). and hey, if you want to pick up or expand on any of the plot threads the game never really got around to, like more about the Academy’s supposed mole, the actual nature and origin of the timefog, or other worldbuilding-related stuff, that would be awesome. random slice-of-life stuff is also fun; so is expanding on any of the event plotlines or digging into in-world reasons for various gameplay decisions (way back during the Civil War event, for instance, Loki was one of the characters who could do stuff to earn points for Team Cap even though this didn’t come up in dialogue--it was almost certainly because they needed another non-event character to round out the rosters, but it would also make a fun premise for a fic). I’d also be happy to see something post-canon, showing what characters are up to now or doing some kind of reunion. I’m realizing somewhat belatedly that last year I only requested Loki because that’s the character I wanted most, and this year I requested both Loki and Thor even though my actual wishes haven’t changed, which...I’m not sure if that’s a potential matching problem or not. But just to be clear, the only character I require is Loki, and everything else is basically a suggestion. If there’s a character I haven’t listed but Loki had an interesting interaction with them, or they never spoke but you think they’d play off each other in fun ways, go for it.

The Bifrost Incident - The Mechanisms (Loki, Thor, Sigyn). I...need a fix-it. Like, for these characters specifically, but also for the universe in general, because the premise of this album is absolutely fascinating but I can't deal with tragedy, so--I need somebody to fix it. Somehow. I mean, I would also be very interested in pretty much anything about Loki and Sigyn, backstory or otherwise (especially if there’s Loki whump due to cosmic horror in general or Odin being a dick specifically, because...I am who I am), or Loki’s relationship with Thor, or...yeah, pretty much anything Loki-centric? But also I am a baby who cannot deal with tragedy so I gotta have like...at least a hint that things are going to end up differently than in canon. Or if you really don’t want to do that, speculate on this universe’s version of Valhalla or something, I don’t know. And yes, even though this isn’t a Marvel universe, I would also be very happy with some type of crossover/fusion with the MCU or another Marvel universe.

Loki: Where Mischief Lies - Mackenzi Lee (Loki). I had a lot of issues with this book and I’m not sure how much of that is just me not appreciating what the author was doing with an unreliable narrator (in part because I’m already pretty attached to certain interpretations of Loki) and how much is the author not quite doing it right, but I’d love to see something that would…make it make sense internally in terms of Loki’s motivations and actions. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a fix-it, although I’d love one of those too, with Loki reuniting with Theo and/or actually reconciling with his family. A giant crossover that includes this Loki with other major versions of Loki could be fun too. I’ve been planning for a while to write up some kind of actual review to articulate what about this book didn’t work for me, and I’ll update this post with a link when I do that, although…again, I know nobody else offered or requested this one. (if you think it sounds fun or you just want to read this book in general, my library actually has the ebook on Hoopla, so it’s worth checking to see if your library does too.)

What If... Thor Was Raised by the Frost Giants? (Loki, Thor). This is such a great little AU and I need MORE. Slice-of-life stuff with Thor and Loki growing up (and Laufey being an abusive bastard to Loki)? Fix-it where Freyja survives or somehow gets brought back? Post-canon fic picking up immediately after the end of the comic? Far-future speculation about what the present-day Marvel universe might look like with this change in its history? Literally anything post-canon about Thor and Loki tentatively reconciling? YES PLEASE. As always, biggest DNW is unhappy endings.

#yuletide 2020 #yuletide #avengers academy #silent hill 3 #the bifrost incident #loki: where mischief lies #marvel comics #look at me doing my Yuletide letter in a reasonable timeframe for once #mostly because...the majority of this was copied from last year's but whatever #marvel what if

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starrybbarnes · 5 years

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impressions [b.b]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Clint Barton x Reader (Family)

Summary: you’re a new recruit, and Bucky has been keeping on eye on you on why you were hand-selected by Stark. One day he finds out why.

Word Count: 3083

Author’s note: imagine hawkeye being your uncle. the bants would be amazing. anyways, I’m trying to keep writing as much as i can, so if y’alls have any requests, it might come to life! :)

Warnings: it’s a long fic?? Maybe a swear ? some old man humor?

“Well, here we are!”

The car came to a complete stop right in front of the Avengers compound. It was huge, pristine. Almost scary-looking if it weren’t for the sight of two agents in the middle of the front lawn doing yoga.

“Y’know uncle,” you started, “I’m having second thoughts.”

“Oh, nonsense, Y/N” your uncle Clint chuckled. “Everyone is very excited to meet you, especially Wonder Boy.”

You rolled your eyes at the last part. You always wondered what it was like to work with that man. And now it was coming to a reality. You couldn’t thank your uncle enough for taking you under his wing. From a young age, he saw that you were very much interested in whatever “uncle Clint was up to.” It also helped that you had a sharp eye for accuracy.

Therefore, it only seemed fitting that while in school, your uncle would train you 3 times a week after school was done. Before you knew it, you became one of the best markswomen in the family. Next to your Uncle, of course.

The door opens to reveal a very giddy Tony Stark, embracing your uncle in a huge hug and some remarks about the family, the weather, the Knicks, standard dad stuff.

“And I’m assuming this is Y/N,” Tony said as he turned to you: he stuck out his hand, “An absolute pleasure to meet you.”

“If anything, I’m the one that’s starstruck,” you gushed, “I’m a huge fan of your technology and work in general. It’s pretty cool.”

“You see, Legolas!” Tony cheered, “I’m still hip and coool.”

“Man, don’t make me regret my compliment, Stark,” you groaned, “you sound just like my Uncle on trivia night.”

“Hey, hey, hey” Uncle Clint argued, “I’ll have you know I’m an absolute boss when it comes to pop culture references. The me-mes, if you will.”

“I’m gonna internally combust,” you sighed, earning chuckles from both Stark and your uncle.

“Walk with me, Y/N,” Stark started as the three of you made your way inside the compound, “so tell me a bit about the young markswoman.”

“Well, whatever my uncle told you, it’s pretty much the same. I’m 25, just graduated with my masters, and I happen to have very good aim. Grew up in Queens with my mom and younger brother,” you shared.

“Look at you! A whole degree!” Tony congratulated, “It’s a good thing Barton didn’t immediately put you into SHIELD as I first intended.”

“Believe me, it was a tug and pull,” you said.

And you were right. Your skills kept getting better in high school, and you remembered how badly Tony Stark wanted to recruit you. You were to be the next protege, and quite frankly you didn’t want any of that.

You remember clearly when Stark came to visit you during your senior year of high school and you flat out told him: “Listen, I’m a teenager. I’m very self-centered right now. I’m only 17, and the biggest issue in my life right now is whether or not I can afford to apply to my dream school. I’m tryna go to college. And maybe have a boyfriend, who knows. Point is: I’m not ready to be recruited.”

That explanation definitely shook your entire family, and Stark knew that you were S.H.I.E.L.D material, but understood your different passions. It was a very mature thing for you to say, and he was impressed. You vaguely remember telling him “I won’t let these skills go to waste. I’ll give you a call when I’m ready.”

And ready you are now. Granted, you would rather work on your non-profit to train kids to become S.H.I.E.L.D recruits, but you knew Stark would be more than happy to give you advice on how to successfully pull it off.

“Well, I’m overjoyed you joined our team,” Tony thanked profusely, “Your talent is amazing.”

“Anything my Uncle do, I can do ten times better,” you added.

“I won’t complain about that,” Clint said as he ruffled your hair.

“Are you ready to meet the rest of the team, Y/N?” Tony asked as you walked towards the door of the common area.

“I think so?” you hesitated, “Hey, uh, Stark? Is it okay that you don’t let the team know that I’m like, part assassin, part scary graduate.”

“Keepin’ it humble, I respect that,” Tony chuckled.

“Thanks, Tony,” you smiled, a small plan brewing inside you. Your uncle already knew of it, and when you guys made eye contact, he gave you a thumbs up.

“So how do you want to be introduced: intern? Assistant? Your Uncle’s dietitian, which by the way, he needs one.” Tony proposed.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” your uncle scoffed.

“How about, shy intern training to become full time at the compound?” you offered as the three of you faced the door.

“Perfection,” Tony simply said, “Now, it’s showtime!”

Tony does his signature grand entrance and simply extends his arm out, earning one single applause from your uncle. It was very fitting.

“Everyone,” Tony Stark started, “I’m sure you’re all familiar with Old Man Hawkeye. Well now, I present to you his niece!”

You slowly emerged from behind your uncle and shyly waved to the team, “Hey guys, my name is Y/N, and I just started my internship here.”

“Y/N is an absolute smarty pants I tell you,” Tony began once again, “she has a Master’s degree!”

Claps and cheers erupted with the team. Steve was the first to speak, “Well, I’m personally very proud of your accomplishments, hopefully, after your time here, you’ll consider staying here for the long run.”

You just smiled, you couldn’t believe that the Star-Spangled Man with a Plan was proud of you.

One by one, the Avengers went up to you greeted you individually. You were most excited to grow your friendship with Wanda and Nat, seeing was you three were clearly outnumbered.

“We gotta stick together the three of us,” Natasha commented, “It ain’t safe here.”

“It just reeks of testosterone,” Wanda added, “you’ve become mine and Nat’s blessing.:

Thor was super happy to meet you as well, as he now has a new opponent to challenge in drinking, to which you responded with “you’d be surprised at how much I can take, Mr. Lord of Thunder.”

Both Sam and Rhodey were very appreciative of you, and couldn’t wait to discuss anything and everything. Sam more about if you’re the prankster type, and Rhodey more on the topics of bad scary movies (this week’s choice: Jaws.)

Banner was super excited that there’s another person with a passion for the sciences and social work, and you knew you’d hang out in the labs a lot. Vision was just grateful that there was another person to add more inside jokes.

And then there was Bucky. Naturally, he was the last one to greet, but that didn’t stop you from sweating your balls out. You admired him greatly.

All he did was give you a handshake, flashed an adorable smile, and simply said: “Welcome to the team, Y/N, the name’s Bucky.”

You croaked a small thanks, and shuffle next to your uncle, trying to hide your face, ears turning pink from embarrassment. You couldn’t deny that Bucky was an attractive fellow. It would be like denying that the Sun is bright.

“It’s those eyes, I’m telling you,” your uncle said to no one in particular, “Stark, I really don’t know how you do it.”

“That’s what you got from a handshake between him and your niece?” Stark asked.

“Like I said, I’m cool and hip.”

You and Bucky just glanced and quickly smiled at each other before staring at the ground.

You could sense Bucky was gonna warm up to you soon.

。。

6 Months Later

Your ‘internship’ was better than anything you’ve ever asked for. Sure, no one knows that you can take someone down that’s double your size with a measly flip, but you showed your strength and ingenuity elsewhere.

You got to sit down during briefings, work alongside Stark to innovate tech, and even got to observe Hill and Fury as directors. All this information was more than you’d ever accumulate during your all-nighters in college.

You still trained with your uncle, but this was where it got tricky (but not like the Run-D.M.C. song, though). Certain supersoldiers were night owls, and others liked to wake up at the ass crack of dawn for their dumb run. This is definitely not college.

So what you and your uncle would do is go to the gym that was at the very other end at the compound immediately after breakfast. People knew there were offices in that general vicinity, so no one questions it.

You remember Bucky once asked what you’d do on ‘the other side’ and you would just reply, “lame intern stuff, filing, and organizing.”

He has bought it, but it just gets harder to hide this not so obvious secret. He knows you sometimes hit the gym because he knows you’ll “practically melt” if you were to step foot in one.

And he knows weird tidbits like your favorite spot to people watch, your favorite campus cafe, and what cat you would like to have as a pet (a black one, because they remind of a time when you wanted to be a witch).

Sometimes you’d be a night owl with Bucky and join him in the common area and you guys would just talk. And soon after, you guys became really close. Nothing was hidden from each other, and it was nice to confide in someone.

You were still shy around everyone else (minus the gals), and people knew you wouldn’t hurt a fly. Bucky would specifically notice all the details that he enjoys about you. You’d do the same, only you tried to conceal any indication that you liked Bucky.

Your uncle would notice it too. “You know, one of these days he’s gonna catch you slipping. I’ve heard him ask for you around the same time you come train with me,” He mumbled, sipping some tea out of his mug. Mornings like these were the best: tea time with your uncle.

“Is this in relation to our feelings for each other or the fact that I can probably beat up Bucky?”

“Hmm, either work. So you do like him, eh??” Clint chuckled.

“Great,” you huffed, “another person knows.”

“I’m telling you, it’s his eyes,” Clint commented, “no one has eyes as beautiful as his.”

“... Don’t you have blue eyes??”

“Yes. But the point is, you gotta reveal your skills now,” your uncle added.

“What if he thinks I’m weird?” you whined. Your uncle just stared at you and continued drinking his tea.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Clint consoled. Both of you heard some footsteps coming from the hallway, and saw a freshly showered Bucky emerge.

“Speaking of the Dreamboat,” Clint said, “Bucky!”

“Good morning to you too, Clint,” Bucky smiled, “you’re in good spirits today.”

“That’s because Y/N has to tell you something life-changing,” Clint gasped, winking at you to see if you got the idea. He quickly scurried towards the gym and left it at that.

“Goddamnit uncle,” you mumbled, a laugh escaping from Bucky. Your cheeks flushed red as you lowkey checked him out.

“So, what’s this ‘life-changing’ statement of yours, sugar,” Bucky inquired, his nickname for you throwing you off.

“I, uh, um,” you stuttered, “well, I was thinking about, um, maybe training under someone. And, uh, I know we’ve, um gotten closer.” Bucky nodded in agreement.

“So canyoupleasetrainmeorsomething,” you quickly got out, your breath nearly turning into a heave.

Bucky looked at you with genuine happiness, “I’d love to, y/n. When did you want to start?”

You saw the clock: 9:35 AM.

Usually, you’d start at 10, so for him to see your stunts, he’d have to come slightly later.

“How’s 10:30 sound? I took into account the time it takes for me to get ready and my complaining.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bucky stated, winking when he said, “I’ll see you soon.”

You blushed once again and waved goodbye to him. Quickly you sent a text to Tony and Clint saying to gather towards the gym and to bring anyone that was free.

Bless Bucky’s heart. He didn’t know what was in store for him.

。。

9:50 am

The gym was quiet, as usual, with the exception of another agent running on the elliptical. You had changed quickly and briskly walked towards your uncle.

“No one’s here yet,” Clint observed, “Do they even know we have another gym?”

“Don’t worry I told Bucky to come at 10:30, and everyone else at 10:15, so we can warm up and give a real show,” you beamed.

“Well, it’s almost time, let’s just work out like a normal day,” Clint said.

“Aye aye, Hawkeye,” you saluted, mentally congratulating yourself that you came up with that on the spot.

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10:25 am

Sweat had been going down your spine, and you weren’t tuckered out yet.

One by one the team came walking in to observe what was going on, and so far, they were really impressed.

The first half-hour was you and Clint basically doing a mix of sparring, some agility tests, and a bit of archery. You didn’t want to show off just yet, but you’d throw a couple of tricks here and there.

Tony commented something about the “Manchurian Candidate walking towards the gym,” so everyone scrambled to make themselves look occupied, while also observing the scene was about to unfold.

You then looked to Clint and simply said, “Knives?”

“Knives,” your uncle responded.

And with the same agility you had before, you walked towards the indoor range to the side and picked your favorite knife. You quickly saw the clock read 10:28 so you decided to just go with the flow.

As if on cue, Bucky walked in greeting Steve, and then set his eyes on you. You hadn’t heard him walking into the room, and you just went ham on the knives.

Each target that would light up, you’d throw your knife and hit it in the dead center. The sound of the knives hitting the target would be unsettling to some, but it was just background noise to you now.

You then grabbed a bow and arrow and decided to hit the furthest target that you could see, which was a good 20 feet away. And just like with the knives, you’d hit the bullseye.

Your uncle decided to spar once more, but this time you were put up against an agent, John. John would train with you sometimes, and he offered to take part in the show today.

You started throwing punches, and John did not hesitate to strike back. It went like that for about 5 more minutes until you saw John struggling a bit. You did your classic flip maneuver and took him down. You and John started laughing, and your uncle came over to give you a high five.

You turn towards your audience and received some hoots and hollers. All but from one person.

To say Bucky looked mortified was an understatement. Here was a soft and reserved girl who wouldn’t hurt a single soul, throwing knives at targets and taking down a big guy.

Everyone had left the gym, and Bucky kept his mouth agape.

“Bucky, sweetie, you’re gonna catch flies,” you commented as you reached for his cheek and closed his mouth, “you seem, distant. Is everything okay?”

Bucky blinked, then spoke: “Did you learn that in a day??”

You laughed, “More like in 18 years, Buck.”

“Years?!” Bucky almost screamed.

“Yeah, my uncle has been training me since I was a kid. I like this stuff, it’s really fun and exhilarating,” you said nonchalantly, “Tony made me a SHIELD agent about six months ago.”

Bucky just had an incredulous look on his face. He really didn’t know what to think.

“It just… looked so cool.” Bucky whispered, “why didn’t you tell me earlier??”

It was your turn to not say anything, “I thought you were gonna think I’m weird, or like an overachiever like Steve.”

“Doll, do you know who I am?” Bucky asked as he stepped closer towards you, “I wouldn’t judge you for anything, and you know that.”

He pulled you into a hug, his chin resting on top of your head, “and, quite frankly you looked really hot while doing it.”

“Even when I put John in a chokehold?”

“That was the best part.”

Bucky let go of you slightly and simply looked at you with that longing feeling in those rom-com movies. You know which ones.

You decided to take it upon yourself and close the gap once more and kissed Bucky on the lips. He was a bit startled at first but soon caught on. Hands on your waist, he pulled you as close as humanly possible, and your hands immediately wrapped around his neck.

The two of you pulled away, breathing heavily. You sighed in content and simply said, “Everyone was right, your eyes really are dreamy.”

“Why not look at them all night when we go on a date later today?” Bucky said with confidence in his voice.

You smiled once more and quickly kissed Bucky on the cheek, “I’d love that, Buck.”

The sound of the door slamming open pulled the two of you out of a trance.

“Stark! You owe me twenty!” your uncle hollered as he motioned for the two of you to leave the gym.

You groaned. “I’m gonna internally combust, Uncle Clint.”

“Not before you stare at Bucky’s eyes again. Now get out of here, lovebirds. I’m trying to work out,” Clint grumbled.

Bucky grabbed a hold of your hand, walking with so much glee.

You looked outside the window and saw agents doing yoga.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yes, y/n?”

“Let’s go do some yoga,” you offered. It was the first thing you saw when you got here, and now you get to share that activity with someone you cared about. Bucky nodded in agreement and you guys walked outside, holding hands, basking in the sunlight and the birds chirping.

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Hope you enjoyed! :)

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barisifictionarchive · 4 years

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Author: Juniperhoot

Preferred Name: Jenny

Have any events in your personal life ever influenced the things that you've written? Absolutely. STRAP IN.

Sometimes I rework something that happened to me, or to someone I know, and use it as a template for filling in personal details. See also: Carisi’s tale of molten aluminum burning holes in his ma’s kitchen flooring. That’s something that actually happened to me (well, it happened to my second husband, who got distracted while playing CounterStrike and let the pan boil dry). In one of my Stony stories, Steve tells Tony about a comforting gesture he learned from his mother - three squeezes of the hand, to silently say “I love you.” That’s something I learned from my Mema.

Beyond those bits of color, there are things that have made their way into my writing that come directly from my experiences. My interest in Sonny as a queer Catholic who once considered the religious life is something deeply personal to me, because that was my life, too. Even though I’m an atheist now, the church still holds some fascination for me, and I’m keenly interested in people who find a way to walk that line, and retain some belief while also retaining their autonomy and sense of self. The way I write Sonny is, in many ways, the way I think I would be, if I still believed. Okay, if I still believed AND were also a tall, noodly, bisexual man.

The way I write Rafael’s overthinking interior life is partly me, partly the things I’ve observed in people I’ve loved. The carefully chosen words, the moments of retreating from revealing too much of himself, the guardedness and tendency toward self-preservation that comes from growing up in an abusive home… all very relatable and possibly part of why I mostly write from his perspective, even though I generally consider myself more like Sonny. The shadows in Rafael’s heart are in my heart, too. My empathy is built on those shadows.

I wrote a Stony breakup fic years ago during a difficult time in my life. I’d reached a point where I had to remove some people from my life, because my priorities and theirs were so radically divergent. It felt like a big breakup. It reopened some feelings from my second divorce, and compounded what I was going through with another more recent breakup. Somehow, I used the pain and disillusionment of all that to write about two dudes in love, who found themselves in a crisis of trust and faith in one another. Of course, I also wrote them coming back together, and the work it takes to do that, because in my heart, I want to see good people work things out, if possible. And at least in my story, and in the way I view both of those characters, they ARE good people. In real life, some people really do need to be cut loose, when their values are wholly incompatible with your own. Some relationships can’t be mended. Some friendships turn out to be mostly one-sided. But hey, if they can be mined for material, they were worth it, right?

I’m in a less volatile emotional space these days, so my fics tend to reflect that. I’m the queen of domesticity and cute banter, and love that I’m getting to explore the quieter side of drama. I know I’ve said this before, but it’s worth saying again. It’s not all slamming doors and WE’RE THROUGH!, you know? There’s a marvelous sense of drama in the ways we try to negotiate cohabitation, or meeting the families of our romantic partners. There’s drama in supporting one another’s goals and ideals. At least, I think there is? And I hope my stories achieve that.

Do you have a favorite movie? I have a few, and they’re very different movies, because they reflect different aspects of my heart.

Pee-wee’s Big Adventure (1985) is one of the most ridiculous things I have ever seen, and it still makes me laugh, 35 years after its release. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen it. The stupid characters, the kitschy aesthetic, the score… it’s so very silly. I love it.

Singin’ in the Rain (1952) is, in my opinion, the most perfect Hollywood movie musical of all time. Everything about it works. The entire cast is outrageously talented, and attractive, and the songs are all memorable. The title song and dance routine never fails to elicit chills and a thrill of giddy joy in my heart. When Gene Kelly does that spin in the street, with the umbrella held out before him like a dance partner? Aaaaaiiiieeee. This is the movie that makes me wish I could dance.

A Room With A View (1985) is the sort of quiet, clever, understated romantic (in every sense of the word) movie I turn to again and again. It’s a gorgeous adaptation of a really smart, surprising book that left a mark on me when I first encountered it in high school. The score is lush and inviting, the cast is beautiful (and oh, those costumes!), the script is just fucking delicious, and of course, the scenery, from Florence to Kent, is exquisite. Plus, we get interplay between sincere humanism (the Emersons), religious belief (the Reverends Beebe and Eager), and the religious-by-default stances of so many of the other characters, whose participation in the religious life of the community seems to be more for societal expectations than anything else. It’s just beautiful, and one of the only movies I urge everyone to sit through to the very end, not because there’s a post-credits scene, but because the closing track that plays over the credits is fantastic.

Who is your favorite author? E.M. Forster, partly because of what I said above about A Room With A View. The novel is short, but crammed with interesting ideas and engaging dialogue. He has a unique voice that spoke to me as a teenager, and my appreciation for his writing has only increased over the many years since. Read Howards End. Read Maurice. Read Where Angels Fear to Tread. Read A Passage to India. But start with A Room With A View.

I know a lot of people would say Howards End is his masterpiece, and they’re probably right about that, but I’m telling you, the book that has meant the most to me over the years is A Room With A View. I’ve kept a copy of it with me since I first read it in 1985, and it’s traveled with me from Minnesota to Seattle and back again. Lucy Honeychurch’s ongoing muddle is something I’ve lived, and survived, and it means more to me every time I read the book. More than anything, it’s a book about authenticity vs hypocrisy, and that just fucking speaks to me, you know?

How did you start getting involved in fanfiction? Several years ago, I read a Sherlock fic called “The Road Less Traveled.” It was during the long, painful, post-Reichenbach Fall hiatus between series 2 and 3, and I found myself looking for something to read that would fill the gap. I’d never had much interest in fanfic before, but this thing did something to me.

I didn’t start writing fanfic until I saw an episode of Supernatural that I found upsetting. (Don’t get me started…) I started writing a little thing to try to fix the stupidity. I wrote a couple of things, but the show did everything in its power to kill my interest in it, so I drifted away. (That said, I am very proud of my short Destiel Christmas fic, which I still think is very cute and makes me wish things had played out differently.)

From there, I started writing Stony (Steve/Tony, mostly based on the MCU, but with some elements of various Marvel comics I’ve read over the years). I wrote several things in that fandom, and most of it was extremely stupid, but there are bits and pieces that I’m still rather fond of. I still want to finish my long fic that’s been gathering dust for a couple of years now. Oops.

How did you get involved with Barisi? Barisi is probably the first fandom that I’ve written for that really seemed to embrace me and encourage me to keep doing this. A friend of mine has been watching SVU forever, and would reference things occasionally on chat while she was watching it. (See also: SEX PARTY MEASLES BABY, an intriguing statement that I didn’t actually understand for YEARS.) I started watching SVU off and on, a few episodes here or there, sometime in 2018. I started at the beginning, and worked my way through the whole thing. When I started it, I was mostly in it for Olivia Benson. But I knew Raúl Esparza had been on the show at some point, and at the time, I was in the “oh, I think I remember seeing him in something, he’s good” camp.

It wasn’t until I got to season 14 that I lost my mind over the show. Rafael Barba is one of the greatest characters ever written for tv, and I’m so thrilled he came along and blew my frickin’ mind. My appreciation for Raúl Esparza went through the roof, and it made me go look for him in other things, which fed into my spiraling appreciation.

Fast forward to season 16. Sonny Carisi walks in, and is… a beautiful, mustachioed mess. I love him from the moment I see him, and I say, “Oh shit, this is the love of Rafael Barba’s life, isn’t it?” This is even before they’ve shared a scene. This is before they’ve blatantly checked each other out. This is just me recognizing the potential, and craving it. Then he shaves that stache and starts dressing better, and he’s shadowing Barba and they’re working cases together and Barba’s being KIND TO HIM? COME ON.

Naturally, I started thinking about writing them. And it wasn’t coming from a place of “I need to fix this episode” or “I need to work out a recent trauma” driving me. It was just “ugh, they have an amazing dynamic and I want to explore it and I want to see what their home life would look like.” That’s how I ended up writing Carisi’s Goddamn Legs. Suddenly I was being bombarded with thoughtful comments from readers. In one such comment, Maxi (mforpaul) asked me where I could be reached on other platforms, and messaged me privately about the story, and made a big deal out of tracking me down on Twitter, introducing me to the rest of the fandom. And that fandom turned out to be filled with really amazing people, who think about big issues like justice and queerness and representation. Those same people are also wonderfully silly and down to earth. The power of this fandom!

What inspires you to write? Lots of things. Life, because it is weird and messy and wonderful. My closest friend, who is a springboard for a lot of my nonsense, is always eager for me to write something new. My love of a ridiculous turn of phrase. The quest for dialogue that sounds in-character and natural. Sometimes, it’s just the seed of an idea, a thought that won’t leave me alone, like, “I bet a short king would be obsessed with those long, noodly legs.” Because I, a short queen, am similarly obsessed.

Sometimes, when the writing fever is upon me, it’s hard to sleep, hard to think of anything other than the story I’m working on. I just want to get it all out and done. If I’m writing something that I really enjoy, or feel very closely connected to, I physically tremble as I write. When that happens, I know I’m on the right track, and I don’t want to stop writing. I just want to inhabit that space, and wallow in that feeling.

What is your favorite fic that you have written? Carisi's Goddamn Legs is really something. The pining, the uncertainty, the slowly dawning realization, but most of all, that scene at Lorenzo’s, where it all comes to a head and the way it creeps to the edge of intimacy and then is interrupted by Lorenzo and a retreat to the casual, only to be sent right back to the edge… I’ve re-read the damn thing several times since I wrote it, and that scene gets to me every time. I really like it a lot. I like the dynamic between them so very much, and the way the truth tumbles out of Carisi literally makes me shake.

What is your favorite quote from a fic of yours? Ooh, yikes, this is hard. I have a couple of lines I really like. One is short, one is longer. Just like Barisi.

One of them (from Carisi's Goddamn Legs ) was something I gave to Olivia, as she tries to counsel Rafael on his worries that his emotional armor isn’t protecting him the way it used to.

“Wear and tear, I guess. Armor was never meant to be worn all the time.”

It’s a line that means something to me, personally, because I spent a substantial chunk of my life in armor, hiding who I was and trying to settle for “the best you can expect” rather than my actual heart’s desire. When I dismantled that wall, things got chaotic for a while, but I also realized I was capable of emotional depths and soaring heights I didn’t think possible for me. It’s something that the Jenny of today wants to whisper (or shout) at the Jenny of 25-30 years ago, and it’s that part of me that relates to Rafael’s journey from a lifetime of SHIELDS UP! to embracing vulnerability and intimacy. (I actually really like that whole scene between them, because I love their friendship and think it’s beautiful, and crave more of that dynamic. Platonic intimacy is gorgeous, and woefully underappreciated in most entertainment. I could go on for hours about that, but I won’t. Not right now, anyway.)

And from Staten Island Serenade, this passage of Rafael gazing at a sleeping Sonny really gets to me.

“As hard as it was some days, Rafael knew without question he wanted to be right here with him, because Sonny was worth the effort. He was a bewildering mess of contradictions and weirdness, too smart for his own good but capable of saying the most ridiculous shit Rafael had ever heard. Somehow everything about him was beautiful, and inspired something in Rafael that felt pure, and almost holy, or would be if he believed in holiness. Like Cymon of old, transformed in every way by the exquisite sight of sleeping Iphigenia, Rafael found himself similarly transformed; ennobled by the nearness of Sonny Carisi, someone so decent, so kind, so truly beautiful inside and out that it would have been a sacrilege not to strive to be a better man.”

What is your personal favorite fanfic?

Again with the hard questions. I don’t even know where to begin. I honestly can’t point to ONE and say, “This is it! THE FAVE.” I’m so sorry I’m not able to narrow down my faves on anything. I’m terrible at this.

There are several Sherlock fics that I’ve read and re-read over the years, which I think really nailed their voices and their characters, and gave me things to think about. The Road Less Traveled will always be a favorite of mine, because it was the first, and because it is beautiful.

Pass Here And Go On by abogadobarba hits all the right notes for me. It rocketed to the top of my list the moment I read it. I’ve read it about ten times so far. I am ridiculous.

So Far in a Few Blocks by PhillyStrega is one of the only AUs I’ve ever read and loved. I’m not really an AU person, but shut UP, I love this story.

You Made Them Feel Like They Had the Devil Inside Them by cypress_tree really got to me. It’s about one of those issues that hits very close to home, and I think it’s a beautifully-written story about something that matters.

Anything else you would like to add?

I just want to say how much I love this fandom. I love my fellow inhabitants of Barisi Nation. I love that I get to obsess over things like the intersections of faith and queerness and humanism and sex and domesticity and justice and goodness. Even if nobody else wanted to read my stories, I think I’d still be over here, writing like mad, because I love these characters and it’s a genuine joy for me to spend time in their heads. But gosh, it’s gratifying to know the hours I spend on this silliness actually pay off for other people, too. I love hearing from people who’ve read my stories and found something meaningful in them, or giggled at something ridiculous Sonny said, or thought a sex scene was… well, anyway. You know.

I’m so grateful to get to do this. And I appreciate the hell out of all you lovely humans. You make me happy.

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Heart & Soul [Pt.15]

Chapter: All My Stars

Summary: Bucky has a surprise for his Omega. Sharon gets a visit from an old friend.

Warnings: Cursing.18+. Light smut. Extra soft!Bucky (Yes, that’s a warning. For your ovaries). Angsty drama.

A/N: ***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam though! Thanks!**

If someone had told her a year ago that Y/n would be in bed, curled up next to a gorgeous Alpha, one that she trusted and looked at her as if she hung the moon and the stars, she would have laughed in their face. Y/n never thought in this life or the next she would have found someone as good and kind and loving as Bucky. She could live a thousand different lifetimes and never deserve to have someone like him love her the way he does. Somehow, Y/n doesn’t know how, she still ended up here. Despite all the bad that comes with loving her, she cuddled into the Alpha’s side his fingers slowly ghosted up and down her spine in a soft steady rhythm.

Y/n watched from her cozy spot tucked against Bucky as he tapped away on his phone, typing a text message to Steve one-handed. It didn’t matter that she was practically laying on top of him and that he was taking an obnoxiously long time to type one simple text message, he wasn’t going to let go of her. She didn’t want to admit how much she liked that. Still, he had a life outside of her and her heat and things he had to handle before they could just lock themselves away and turn off their phones.

In the past, Y/n would have never been allowed to lay on Brock like this where she could read his texts messages and emails. She had always assumed it was because he was talking to other Omegas or it was about whatever businesses he was mixed up in, information that didn’t concern a little Omega. Y/n smiled as she watched Bucky struggle to stretch his thumb across the screen, but never once did his left-hand lift from her skin. A small giggle escaped her lip as Bucky nearly dropped the phone his face, he squeezed her side in and hit send.

Met with Sharon yesterday. I told ya I was fine to be on the job, but I won’t be back for at least a week. I need you to put in a 310 for me.

Bucky dropped his phone onto the end table and turned back over, ready to give her his full attention. Y/n was about to ask what a 310 meant but within seconds of his phone hitting the dark wood surface of the bedside, her phone started vibrating repetitively. Bucky’s brow quirked up at the number of times her phone went off. For a moment she thought he was upset, then he simply grinned and he picked the device up with what Y/n thought was an intention to peacefully hand it over to her.

When Y/n went to grab it from his hand, Bucky pulled the phone just out of her reach and puckered his lips. She grinned and rolled her eyes in feign annoyance as if kissing him would be some great inconvenience or tragedy. Y/n leaned up and kissed him firmly on the lips before snatching the phone from his hand. His lips quickly found their way to the side of her neck and he mumbled between soft kisses, “We still gotta talk about you and that phone, babydoll. I’m gonna glue it to your hand if you can’t keep it on you.”

Y/n shook her head at the empty threat as she scrolled through her phone, her eyes going wide as more texts began to pop up on her screen.

Tony: IT FINALLY HAPPENED.

Well, that explained what a 310 was. He was putting in time off. Because of her heat. like he would if he was her mate and that had her heart quivering -- not in a bad way for once.

Tony: I called it. I was right. Tell Buck I would like that in writing.

Tony: So…

Tony: How was it?

Tony: I kind of want to know what the hype is all about if I’m being honest. Omegas have been purring at his feet since I met him. Spill. I need details.

Tony: You know what? Never mind. You can tell me in person. I want to know everything. When your ass isn’t in the air of course. I’ll come to you because let’s be honest, you won’t be able to walk for a few days.

Tony: He’s that big, isn’t he?

Tony: Is that why you’re not answering me? He completely wrecked you with his giant knot.

Y/n bit her lip to keep from laughing and peeked up at Bucky, knowing full well he saw the entire exchange. Bucky grabbed his phone from its perch on the table beside them and started typing away, grumbling something about troublemaking Omegas. Gonna be the death of me.

Her phone vibrated in her hands.

Tony: Your Alpha just got me in trouble.

Y/n would have found it funny, but her heart was too busy leaping out of her chest thanks to the whole your Alpha thing.

Bucky snorted at the message, plucking her phone from her hands he placed a kiss on her cheek and tossed both of their phones onto the bedside table before his arms took their rightful place, wrapped around her.

“I think that’s enough from the Rogers-Starks, don’t you? Besides, sounds like Tony needs to have a chat with his Alpha.”

“I don’t see why he should be in trouble when It’s your fault he even knows. You should know better than to think Steve wouldn’t tell Tony whatever you were saying.” Y/n said teasingly, arms wrapped around his waist and her legs tangled themselves around his closest leg.

“He was probably reading everything just like I was, pressed right up against Steve.” Bucky groaned and buried his face in her hair, grinning at the smell of his shampoo.

“Please don’t talk about that when we are naked or ever actually. I don’t want to picture my best friend naked with his Omega.” Bucky shuddered at the thought and tightened his grip on her hip, a gentle warning that he will commence a tickle attack if she forced his hand.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, “Don’t you dare Barnes.”

“Barnes? That’s Detective Barnes to you, Miss. L/n.” Bucky corrected with mock authority filling his words. “Don’t make me bring you down to the station little lady.”

A soft giggle left her chest and Bucky grinned, planting a soft kiss on the crown on her head. Bucky wanted to lay there and continue their playful teasing, keep her at ease right there in his arms, but they should take advantage of reprieve they were lucky enough to be gifted this morning. They didn’t have much of a chance to sleep last night, but Bucky had made sure to get her water or food any chance he could. At some point, around four in the morning, he had carried her into the shower and so they could both get cleaned up. Of course, that ended with her pinned to the shower wall where they both got dirty all over again. Bucky should have known he couldn’t have her soft wet skin pressed against him and not do everything he could to pull those delicious whimpers from her pretty lips.

Bucky hummed softly and tapped her hip gently to get her attention. “Are you feeling okay? Do you want me to get you breakfast? Water?”

Y/n smiled at the genuine concern coming from him and shook her head as she tightened her octopus hold around him. “No, I’m okay. I think we have a little bit of a break and I’d rather you not move at all and… don’t let me go.”

“I wasn’t planning on letting you go Y/n, but I do need to grab something. Would you be mad if I lean over the side of the bed to get it?” Y/n lifted her head up to scowl at him, her face screamed, what did I just say? Bucky couldn’t help the laughter that rumbled from his chest or the flutters in his chest when her scowl turned to a pout.

“I got you somethin’ and I wanna give it to you before I’m buried so deep in you, I forget again.”

Bucky pressed a trail of feather-light kisses along her jaw to her ear as she squirmed against him, gently sucking on the sensitive spot right below her ear. His warm breath tickled when he whispered against the shell of her, letting his voice drop just enough to give her goosebumps, “Will you let me do that baby? Let me spoil you a bit?”

“Yes,” Y/n said, breathlessly.

She would give Bucky anything he wanted if he kept talking to her like that. Bucky grinned at how the slightest drop in his voice left her breathless and panting, for him. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember why he had been so scared last night. She’s always meant to be his and Bucky was silly to think that allowing her to claim the rest of his heart would be anything but good.

Bucky shifted only enough to permit him to lean over the edge of their bed and grab his jeans where they lay in crumbled from being hastily tossed to the floor the night before. His arm never left her as he dug through his pockets with his free hand because Bucky knows the importance of aftercare. The need for touch for an Omega in moments like this is so important and Bucky had no intention of letting her out of his arms. It wasn’t biology driving that choice, that was all Bucky. He needed to be close to her, he needed to hold her and some of that may be his own biology driving up his desire to claim her, but it was mostly Bucky. He had to make sure Y/n was safe, content and that meant she stayed right there tucked in his arms because that’s what she asked of him.

So that’s what Bucky was going to give her.

Y/n watched on in amusement as Bucky dug around his jeans and did his best to not to let go of her nor did he ask her to get off of him while he looked. He did all of this without falling off the side of the bed. Bucky must have found whatever it was he was looking for because he tossed his jeans towards the basket hiding in his closet and settled back against the headboard, pulling her naked frame securely against his side where she settled her head into the crook of his arm.

“I uh – I saw this yesterday on the way to my therapist and I had to get it. I’m pretty sure it was fate, baby.”

Bucky held up his hand in front of her letting the necklace drop out of his closed fist, showing off a dark blue stone filled with tiny silver specks. It looked like the stars in the night sky and her it completely knocked the wind right out of her. Y/n couldn’t take her eyes off it as the delicate chain swayed back and forth in his grip. Her brain was screaming at her to do something or at least say something, but she couldn’t form a single word.

“It’s a midnight goldstone,” Bucky explained, hoping to draw something out of her. “The lady said it was supposed to look like the night sky and… I wanted you to always remember that you’re my starry night.”

Bucky sounded a bit unsure of himself now, watching her carefully as she gaped at the chan in his hand. Maybe it was too much too soon?

Clearly, Y/n didn’t share the same thought because a soft squeal slipped from her lips and she jumped on top of him, straddling his waist and letting the soft pink sheet fall from her body, leaving her completely naked (She really had to remember to get them new sheets and give this setback to Wanda. Not that the pink didn’t look good on Bucky). If it was anyone but Bucky, she would be embarrassed for someone to see her this exposed, straddling his waist but the way Bucky looked at her?

There was nothing to be ashamed of.

It only set her on fire.

Y/n cupped his scruffy jaw in her hands and kissed him senseless. His arm automatically wrapped around her, pressing her bare chest against his. The necklace was still gripped tightly in his fist letting it fall against her back. Bucky pulled back and kissed her jaw, wearing a dopey looking smile because he was a little drunk off one little kiss.

“I take it this means you like it?” Bucky mused, still unsure but more hopeful.

Y/n laughed and nodded, gathering her hair up and bowing her head for him to latch the necklace around her neck. Bucky gulped at the submissive gesture and carefully latched the necklace around her neck. His hand trailed down her neck to her shoulders, his thumb gently grazing her scent gland as his fingers slid along her skin, causing her to shiver.

Bucky smiled and lifted her head so he could get a look at the stone against her skin and it felt the same way it did last night as if everything had simply slipped into place. Bucky didn’t have his mark on her neck for all to see, but this was good for now. He looked up to find her a huge smile on her face, grinning so wide he was sure her cheeks hurt. The sight of her that happy made something warm and sticky spill into his heart.

“Perfect fit,” Bucky whispered into the quiet morning air.

This was still confusing for Y/n, it’s never been like this for her. She didn’t know to be with someone, being in love could be anything close to what they have. Soft yet wistful. Sweet yet demanding. Gentle and burning. Y/n didn’t know she could laugh and fun in moments like this or be this completely relaxed and trusting in the hands of someone else. She could ask him for anything, and she didn’t have a single doubt in her mind, that Bucky would fight the Gods himself to make sure she got whatever would make her happy.

Bucky sat up in bed, so they were nose to nose and let her settle in his lap with her leg wrapped around him.

“You know last night... You said some things and I know, sometimes in the middle of your heat…” There was fear hiding deep within the blue of his eyes. “Did you mean it? Because it’s okay if you didn’t, but I need you to know I meant every word I said to you.”

You only said it once, but I’m dying to hear it again. Please, please call me Alpha.

“James…”

Y/n wrapped her arms around neck, graceful fingers slipping into the messy bun at the nape of his neck. The cool moonstone that had fallen just between her breasts pressed against his chest, a stark contrast to the way her skin was already starting to heat up as her scent filled the air, provoking a possessiveness in his chest.

“I meant every word I said last night.”

He was already painfully hard just from having her soft skin against his and judging by the amount of slick running down her thighs and onto him, she was more than ready. Bucky gripped her hips and lifted her just enough to slip inside her. Y/n gasped as she sank down on him fully and shuddered at the feeling of him buried in her, tightening her fingers in his hair she gave a small yank to his soft strands.

“Oh, fuck,” He growled at the gentle tug.

His grip on her hips slipped down to her butt and gave her a light squeeze, gently encouraging her to move when she was ready.

“Come on, Omega. Make me come apart.” He begged in a low murmur. She leaned in and gently bumped their noses together, grinning like a lovesick fool who ignorant of the pains born from heartbreak.

“Whatever you want Alpha,” She purred against his lips.

This was the only place he wanted to be.

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After Bucky left her office yesterday, Sharon had spent that night and the following day thinking about Steve. She stupidly let her mind wander to the way things were before everything changed, before Tony. They all spent a lot of time together over the years. They would get drinks after hard shifts, go to dinner and dancing and one-time Sam had a game night that ended up with him and Bucky nearly getting into a fistfight over a game of Bop-It. With jobs like theirs, it helped to have people who understood the things they saw every day. They were all friends, just friends.

Until Steve and Sharon decided that having a quick fling was a good idea. It happened a few months before Steve met Tony and once Tony came into the picture, no one else stood a chance in Steve’s eyes. The fling was a terrible idea it turned out.

At the time, Sharon had thought they really had something, so much so that she ended her on-again-off-again relationship with another Alpha. Looking back, she realized how foolish that was. Steve had made it clear what he was looking for and what he wanted, he was not the type of Alpha that would lead someone on. It was her fault for thinking she would keep an Alpha like him. Didn’t seem to matter much to her ex anyway, he was dating someone new and was completely smitten with the Omega by the time she broke it off.

Still, sometimes Sharon wondered would have happened if she had never ended things and thanks to Bucky it looked like she would be playing the treacherous game of what if and that was a game no one won.

The second Sharon returned from the extended lunch break, where she may or may not have joined a dating app and stalked Tony’s Instagram a bit, she knew something wasn’t right. The phone was ringing off the hook, Dot was nowhere to be found, the waiting room was empty and the whole placed smelled like… bonfire smoke. The smell had always made her sick, long before he came into the picture.

Whatever he wanted it wasn’t good.

“What are you doing here? You can’t be in my office,” Sharon hissed the moment she yanked the door to her office open and rushed to close it behind her. No appointments or random visitors need to hear this. Having once loved Brock Rumlow wasn’t something she was proud of. Brock chuckled as he propped his feet up on her desk and leaned back in her chair, watching her carefully.

“I just wanted to stop in and see how you are doing sweetheart.”

Sharon swallowed the lump forming in her throat and straightened her back, trying for unmoved and unafraid by his presence but he could smell the fear coming off her, and judging by the smirk on his face he still got off on scaring her. “I’m fine and you need to leave. This is inappropriate. I’m not your Omega and you can’t sneak into my office. It’s against the law for you to be here.”

“Mmm. How did it work out with the Alpha you left me for?” Brock asked, ignoring her words as if she never said that at all. “That was how many years ago now? You’re still not bonded I see.”

Sharon took a deep breath and walked to her desk, she wasn’t about to let him rattle her after all this time. Her eyes fell onto her desk and she frowned, James Barnes’s file was sitting on her keyboard, open in front of him and that was not where she left it.

“It didn’t work out,” She muttered quietly, trying to plan her next move and do so smartly. If Brock was there he had a plan, a backup plan, and a reason behind them. He was monster but he wasn’t a fool.

“He’s bonded to someone else now.”

Sharon leaned over her desk and started to gather up the papers Brock had obviously been reading for whatever reason, stuffing them back into the correct folders.

“You could get in serious trouble for looking at someone else’s records, you know that? Do you even know who you’re messing with? Have you met James Barnes?”

The implication she was trying to make was clear and Brock didn’t like it one bit. He jumped out of the chair and snatched her wrist, gripping harder than necessary.

“Yes, I’ve met the knotless runt,” Brock snapped.

“Runt?” Sharon smirked at his outburst. This wasn’t typical so something about Bucky got under his skin. It only took a hint of his scent to realize the truth, Brock was jealous of Bucky for some reason and Sharon found that hilarious. It was funny enough to ignore the searing pain coming from her wrist, for now at least.

“He’s anything but a runt. He’s a hell of a lot bigger than you and knotless? I doubt that with the way Omegas follow him around. Why are you so interested in him anyway?”

“Barnes took something that belongs to me.”

Brock dropped her wrist and turned her laptop around, tapping on the keyboard. Her eyes fell to the screen and it made her stomach churn, he wanted her to put her password to gain access to her client files.

“I really don’t understand what all you Omegas see in Barnes. He’s a worthless detective, a pathetic excuse for an Alpha.”

What the hell was he even talking about? What Omegas?

“Y/n…” She whispered softly, clutching her injured wrist against her chest. There was already a bruise forming but if she was lucky, he didn’t break anything. This little meltdown was starting to make a bit more sense. Bucky’s new mate and Brock’s sudden interest in him. It would appear Brock didn’t get to bond with who he desired either.

If he was less of a psycho and she was more of a romantic she would consider it fate.

“I need the tapes from his sessions sweetheart. There’s something I need to learn a bit more about. That shoulder injury in your file? Just type in your password and send me his file. This doesn’t have to be a big deal and as soon as you hand it over, I’ll be out of your life for good.”

Sharon started to open her mouth to tell him, no, but his hands fell to his hips letting his jacket ride up enough that she could see the 9mm. he had tucked into the waist of his jeans. Brock had never hurt her while they dated, he was overly controlling and liked to scare her. He found it funny to terrorize her. On occasion, he would threaten to harm her but never laid a hand on her. Whatever was going on with him he had completely lost it. She bent down and typed in her password, pushing the laptop back towards him.

Brock smirked and started typing away, she assumed emailing himself whatever files he needed to have access to, but she couldn’t see to be sure. She needed to stay calm until he was gone. Once he left her office, she could call Steve and report him.

“Oh, and sweetheart?” He peeked at her over her laptop. “If you tell anyone I was here… Well, you heard about that boy who lost a hand right?”

He smiled as he closed her laptop and made his way around her desk. She closed her eyes as he bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“When this is all over, I’ll help you get Rogers back, and all you have to do to is stay quiet. Pretend I was never here.”

Brock pulled the file out of her shaking hands and hid it under his jacket. The fact that he thought she would help him in order to get Steve back, made her realize how messed up his head was. She didn’t say anything. One wrong move, one misstep, and he could lose it.

That one mistake could cost her life.

“If his mate ever goes missing… he’s going to need some comfort, Sharon.” Brock added with a winked. Just the thought of what he was implying made her sick to her stomach. That’s not how she wanted Steve or any Alpha for that matter. She didn’t want to be second best to anyone and that included Steve. She wanted someone to talk about her the way Bucky talked about Y/n, the way Steve looked at Tony.

Whatever this was, it was all wrong and they both knew it.

“Why are you doing this?” She begged quietly.

“I told you he took something that belongs to me and I’m going to get it back.”

There was no doubt in her mind what he meant by that. He was going to take Y/n from Bucky no matter what and if it meant harming Bucky to do, then so be it. That’s why he wanted to know more about his injury. He was looking for ways to hurt Bucky, things he could use to take Y/n from him. Brock wanted him out of the picture forever and that could have dire consequences for Bucky’s Omega.

“You can’t take him from her!” She blurted a hopeful last resort.

“It may not be official, but they are true mates. I saw the way he talked about her with my own eyes. Listen to the last tape. If they have truly bonded and you harm her Alpha, it could kill her.”

There have been several hundred, thousands of cases where a bonded Omega lost their mate in extreme, tragic circumstances and it caused them to fall into a deep depression. Their mark bled and slowly faded away and not too long after they follow their mate, unable to bear the crushing heartbreak of losing their true mate. Sharon had studied a few cases while she was in school and it was one of the hardest things to see. She hoped that the threat to Y/n’s life would call all of this off, but by the feral look in his eyes she knew it changed nothing.

“He’s not her Alpha! I am!” Brock bellowed causing take several steps away from him, bumping into the couch behind her.

“I would keep this to yourself or I’ll be forced to let some very important people know you had an inappropriate relationship with one of your patients, a certain well-known, beloved Captain. On second thought, maybe I should say something anyway. I’d love to destroy his career just because.”

“No!” Sharon pleaded. “No. Just take it. I swear I won’t say anything.”

“I knew I could count on you sweet cheeks.”

Brock took another step towards her, forcing her to fall back onto the couch. He stooped down placing a kiss to the top of her head and strolled out of her office as if nothing out of the ordinary happened behind that closed door only second ago. He acted as if he hadn’t threatened her life, along with several other people she cared a great deal for.

There was a very real chance that if she stayed quiet it would cost Bucky everything, his life included. But the only way to help him was to put herself in his way and she wasn’t sure she could stand up to an Alpha like Brock Rumlow on her own.

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Brock had spent the last twenty-fours reading every detail in every file he pulled from Sharon’s computer. He listened to all of Barnes’s session tapes at least twice. The most recent session, he listened to it ten times. He took a bit too much pleasure in hearing that Y/n not been bonded to Barnes, that he was too weak to claim her while he had the chance. That wasn’t the most important thing he learned from all his research though, a certain shoulder injury piqued his interest a great deal.

Medical history was extremely important after all.

“What is it now Brock?” Pierce’s voice crackled through the speaker of Brock’s iPhone.

“I need a favor,” Brock pleaded.

“You were right. I need to let all this go and forget about Y/n. I was wondering if you had someplace I could stay for a bit, before the trial. A place that no one knows about. I just think I need to hide out, get my head together until this whole thing blows over.”

There was a long stretch of silence before Pierce finally spoke. “I’m glad to hear you’re coming to your senses. There’s an old garage in Queens, the old owners lived above the shop so there is a tiny rundown apartment. It’s not glamorous but maybe that will make you think twice before you blow your life over an Omega. I can send you the address.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your help more than you know.”

Brock pulled out a copy of Barnes’s medical record with a copy of his most recent x-ray, staring at the image for the sixth or seventh time that evening.

“Remember, they won’t send you away if you keep your cool in court. Alphas still have the upper hand in the legal system and if we play our cards right, we can squash this Omegas Rights Movement before it gains any more traction. Just stay away from her and Barnes.”

Brock grinned as the email containing the address popped up. “Oh, don’t worry.” He confirmed. “I won’t be going anywhere near them.”

If everything went according to plan, Barnes would be coming to him and he would have no idea what he was walking into.

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falselyprofound · 5 years

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y’know what i’m just gonna ramble a little more about this fic because a) i really liked it and b) i have been stressing over uni work for almost ten hours now and if i don’t take a mental break my brain will probably explode

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god. In A Strange Land feels like the author looked into a parallel dimension where season three didn’t revolve around Russians or the Mind Flayer, and just decided to write a transcript of the show down for those of us stuck on this plane of existence. Like... yeah, the pacing’s a little off in some places, sure. Some of the earlier chapters don’t give you a whole lotta breathing room, which makes things seem grimmer than the show. Apparently there were several weeks inbetween steve getting fucked up at the party, steve getting his shit kicked by billy at the quarry, and steve getting his shit kicked by the aboleth, but it’s squeezed into the span of a few chapters so it kiiiiinda feels like the world’s worst trauma conga line at times.

It’s nice that there’s no filler and that everything has a purpose, but things going south is less impactful when it’s a slow + steady decline and not dropping like a horse off a cliff. (...or maybe I was just hoping for a bit more fluff from my ao3. or i need to stop binge-reading longfics, and actually let chapters sink in for a while before moving onto the next. but anyway.)

There’s also the plot twist about Six that doesn’t quite mesh with the rest of the story. Sure, it doesn’t detract from it, but it also doesn’t impact the narrative in any way other than giving Hopper more shit to stress about behind the scenes. I’m honestly not sure why it was included, since she never comes back... But anyway; everything else about the fic is so damn good it more than compensates for its flaws.

the amount of reincorporation the author uses in this fic is absolutely astounding. Mike sabotaging Steve’s dnd character. Dustin trying to play video games on Mr. Harrington’s computer. Basically any of Steve’s (mundane) nightmares, including the thing about the sock. Bob being in the AV club with Scott... everything seems like a minor character-building detail, until it inevitably comes back to either save the day, signal just how much they’ve changed in the last two months, or utterly fuck someone over.

Like... Max describes the sound of Billy’s car as “a thunderstorm that rains douchebags”, which in itself is a hilarious line. But then six chapters later, Dustin’s alone and in over his head and he thinks he hears thunder off in the distance and you go oh. oh no. and the chapter ends there and you know exactly how bad things are gonna get.

(speaking of which, there’s no redemption arc for billy and it’s magnificent. he was easily one of the more frightening parts of the fic for me -- particularly as the author plays up his love of violence over... whatever uncomfortable, unnecessary, vaguely rapey themes he had going for him in season 3. Plus, seeing him a) get away with his shit for so long and b) be an asshole mostly of his own violition means that dustin literally setting him on fire, knocking him the fuck out with steve’s hairspray, and then locking him in the boot of his car? cathartic as hell. poetic cinema. 10/10.)

it also does a damn good job of representing the 80′s in more ways than just pop culture references. there’s more than a few instances in the fic where i had to stop and go oh yeah. they don’t have the internet in 1985, do they.

(case in point.)

honestly if i posted a screenshot of every line of dialog that either made me laugh or go “oh shit”, we’d be here all day. so i’m just gonna say that I really love the aboleth as a villain, i really love how every character gets at least one POV scene and a moment to shine, and i really love all the moments where the characters are faced with unspeakable horrors yet worry about something totally mundane. like max getting stuck in the Inbetween.

or mike, realizing how similar his life is to his dnd campaigns

or dustin & mr. clarke.

god, why isn’t mr clarke in the show more.

(ok i should probably get back to work now, but i just wanna cap this post off by saying that the absolute biggest mood of the fic... is that the author admits they wrote it with the sole purpose of justifying steve’s car. that is such a minor detail to write a 180k-word semi-au for and i fucking love it.)

#spoiler readmores? for fanfiction? its more likely than u think.#stranger things blogging #pointless post

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relenafanel · 6 years

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Reading your fic about Bucky writing Steve fanfics makes me wanna start writing my own and actually posting them. I’m pretty nervous do you have any advice?

Just do it.

I know it doesn’t seem like great advice, the same as ‘just rip the bandaid off’ doesn’t always seem like great advice, because it ignores all the nervousness, the hard work, the actual writing and then the posting, but if you don’t just do it, then you’ll get up in your own head and never go through with it.

And that would be a shame.

RelenaFanel’s 101 on Fanfic Writing: ADVICE, not RULES

(keep in mind that my very first fic was posted in 2001 that’s how long it’s been since I started, so I’m going to base this on what I’ve learned in my advanced age. there’s also a tiny bit of these feelings when you start a new fandom)

1. Think of something to write. I love writing AUs, but usually the fandoms I end up writing AUs for are ones that need them. So, you can look at fandom and see what it is that you want to put into it, OR you can acknowledge the many-cake theory and just write what you WANT and love. So Bucky in the Steve Rogers Problem tended to scope out fandom for gaps, and I do that too, but it’s not the only way.

2. Sit down and write it. Maybe scrap it and start something new, maybe not. This step is extremely personal to what will turn out to be your writing habits, so I’m not touching it. It turns out individuals treat an activity like writing as personal, so if you want tips, there are a ton of writing guidelines out there, but don’t take any of them as YOU MUST do this.

3. Get someone to read it over for you to check for plot inconsistencies, typos, etc. I advocating getting a beta reader, but I know a lot of people have trouble with this step and I’m 0% help. So, if not, get someone you know irl to do it. I started with my BFF.

Also: remember that you’re the author and so you have final say over what your beta suggests. This isn’t me telling you to ignore all their help, this is me telling you that you know what your intention was. So if they say ‘no this doesn’t work’ but you think it’s important, consider that maybe they picked out clunky phrasing or something else that would hinder the reader.

4. NOW YOU’RE READY TO POST YAY. (this is all assuming Ao3, and honestly gets a little tl;dr)

Pick a title. Look, picking a title sucks a lot. If you’ve noticed mine have started looking like clickbait articles, and I’m ok with that. A funny title fits my writing. Honestly, go ahead and use song lyrics or poetry lines, or maybe a reference to the fic. Life is short and you could spend half of it thinking up titles - JUST, don’t use something common. Like, if *I* can recognize it as a line from Hamilton or Mumford and Sons, maybe don’t use that one. Ppl don’t pay that much attention to the title unless there’s no title there to pay attention to or if they’ve seen 8 fics in the last week with the same title.

Your life will be happier when you don’t really give a shit WHAT the title is. It took me until like 2015 to reach that point, so... *shrug* Just make sure to call it something.

Write a summary. This also sucks a lot and I haven’t entirely mastered it, but DO NOT admit to anyone that your summary sucks. “summary sucks, just read”? dooonnnn’tttt. If I see that line I’m going to assume the writing in the fic also sucks. Most of the time the summaries aren’t that bad until you get to that line, so just own your summary, no matter how awful you feel it is.

Sometimes you can get away with a line / para from the fic. I try to reserve that for shorter fics that don’t need a lot in terms of summary.

You’re trying to convey what the story is about and make it interesting. So, go look at some summaries for similar tropes and see what people are doing. Just read the summary, this isn’t the point you’re looking at reading the fics. If there’s something you like, copy the style of it (but not word for word).

Also PROOFREAD. Summaries with typos are also something that tends to repel discerning readers.

Make the tags. So for tags you want to remember a few things. Only tag the main relationship in the fic as a courtesy. Then start broad and then narrow in on more specific. So start with whether it’s au or canon. Then the tropes in the main theme. Then some of the tropes that aren’t as important but are present. If you mention something once and it has no bearing on the fic as a whole, there’s no need to tag it. Also be aware of what possible triggers are involved, and conversely what things you might tag so people can find it. An example of this is with sex scenes and whether one of them bottoms. I want the people who love that to be able to find it. I am, as a person, a lot less concerned with people who might find that specific example triggering, but they do, so also be aware of that.

also, be aware of your tags as a whole message. If you write a 5k adorable coffeeshop au that has one line where someone inappropriately comes on to a character, don’t dedicate 5 tags to that line because it’s disproportionate to the contents of the fic. This, ofc, depends on the gravity of the thing, but you could honestly just explain the contents in an author’s note instead of using the tags to explain. If it’s a fluff fic, most of your tags should reflect that.

And honestly if you have a fluffy fic with some major grim or dark themes, then maybe it’s not a fluffy fic?

Also, once I’m done with that I sometimes add some funny or clever tags, but if you’re into the funny and clever tags, remember to make sure the important ones are included so Ao3′s tagging system can work to your advantage.

FINALLY as a specific nitpick of mine that I think is also good advice, don’t admit it’s your first fic or your first fic in a while. It feels like you’re lessening your own culpability, like saying “this is my first fic be gentle” means you’re admitting it might suck so you hope people will be gracious, but in my experience what you’re doing is telling people “be slightly harsher judging this because it might suck” - whether they do it on purpose trying to be helpful or whether it’s subconsciously. It does the opposite of what you mean for it to do.

So, in general, don’t show weakness. Fake it til you make it. The whole process is scary and sometimes it makes us feel better to say something like “oh god this sucks idek” (yes, including me) but it’s just a knee-jerk reaction to your own anxiety. Feel it in your brain, but resist the urge to put it in the post, because what readers see isn’t your ball of anxiety or ‘what if ppl don’t like this?’ panic, they see an author who doesn’t like their own work, and so why should they? They see an author who says ‘this sucks’ and since they’re the authority of their own work, they believe it.

So don’t sabotage yourselves my dears.

5. Authors notes and Posting. You can put any details you don’t tag in the authors note. Usually, I also include a link to my tumblr in the end note because I want people to find me. Learn the html here.

Then, hit that post button.

6. Advertise yourself. You’re your biggest advocate. So make a tumblr post (if you have one and didn’t anon me because you don’t) and tag it with the common tumblr tags within the first 5 tags. This isn’t as important, but it helps. If you do this, make sure to include the link to the tumblr post in your Ao3 notes. You want people who like it to pass it on.

7. Be kind to yourself. As a final point, I don’t know how to approach this without sounding like an egotistical dick, but don’t ever compare your fic to mine and allow my kudos/comments to make you feel bad. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve been writing fanfic since 2001, I adapted early on Ao3 and have had a ton of time to build up subscribers. I’ve been around for a long time, ok, and so you can absolutely strive for the popularity and put the work in for it, but don’t torture yourself over comparing your work to mine.

It’s not a fair comparison.

You know what is a fair comparison? Compare your second fic to your first. Did it do better with kudos/comments? Worse? What’s different between them? Maybe it’s a less popular trope, which you can’t control (unless you write for popularity, in which case make note of it). How can you improve? What do you want to try next?

Play the game against yourself. I promise you, the results are better and you feel a lot less bitter and downtrodden. It’s ok to emulate other authors you admire as a way to work on your writing and find your niche. Don’t outright steal, but work on copying tone as a writing exercise. Keep in mind the fics that you love and ask yourself what you love about them. Tone? Characters? Dialogue? Description?

Hold the nice comments you get close to your heart. Did someone love your description of a certain scene? Love that you’re good at description and keep writing descriptions until you’re better at them. Until you’re the description master.

Did someone leave you a not-so-nice comment about your characterization? Ok, first of all, it’s ok if your first thought is ‘screw you’ because yeah! you stand behind your fic! (maybe don’t answer back ‘screw you’ and if you have the ability to stomach it, instead ask if they mind being more specific in order to help you improve - I have never had that skill, I’m a sulker under negative feedback). But also, if you’re going to internalize their criticism anyway, then use it to your advantage and start paying a little more attention to that part when writing.

A lot of this stuff gets so intuitive that you probably won’t be consciously thinking about it.

Most importantly of all: have fun.

#writing #writing 101 #fanfiction #sorry this is so long #Anonymous

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attackofthezee · 6 years

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STUCKY REC LIST 10/6/18

I realized it’s been a bit since I did a rec list! I link to fics I’ve read and enjoyed over the week in my weekly writing round ups, but I don’t tag those posts as fic recs (it feels a little too self promoting to tag something about my own writing with fic recs, I can’t seem to do it) soooo I feel like it doesn’t count. So here, have a list of fics I highkey recommend right now. They’re all beautiful majestic fics and everyone should read them.

The Heart of a Dying Star by layersofart (layersofsilence), velleities

As ancient legends have it, mighty magical weapons can be forged in the heart of a dying star.

Wanda, driven by her desire to avenge her brother’s death and backed by Hydra and their secret plans, uses ancient magic to knock a star down from the sky.

Halfway across the land, Steve, the Captain of the Avengers Guard, finds a fallen star named Bucky.

Do you want to feel like you’re reading a fairy tale? Because like, this fic feels straight up like reading a fairy tale. It’s wonderful and soft and also like vaguely a Stardust AU while not actually being a Stardust AU and tbh it’s wonderful, just wonderful. Go read it and fall in love with Star!Bucky and total sweetheart Steve Rogers just like I did.

Howitzer by spacebuck

Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he's never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men's Hockey player, who's decided that he'd do anything to get this guy on his team.

Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that's fast becoming a way of life.

This fic has been on my To-Read List for approximately six thousand years, and part of me regrets not reading it sooner while the other is really glad I waited because I was reading it while having a rough week and guys, it was like the cure to my overdramatic issues that week. I like hockey a decent amount because it’s dudes being mildly homoerotic on ice and I find nothing bad about that, but I don’t really know about hockey, y’know? And after reading this I felt like I knew about hockey, which was a pretty fantastic experience tbh. I haven’t felt that feel since my fave fic back in Bandom days left me super interested in rugby for a while. Also the relationship between Steve and Bucky in this is fucking beautiful, and the descriptions of the games left me feeling incredibly invested in them and the author deserves literally all the love for that.

What's left behind by Niitza

The thing was, after waking up in that new century, that strange future where nothing and no one was the same, not even himself, it had never occurred to Steve to wonder again if the effects of the serum were permanent.

Catch me outside perpetually screaming about this fic. It’s told in chunks of 200 words and while I found myself inevitably wanting more of every chunk it also worked so well for this fic and is also something I admire because while I believe in brevity, I also have absolutely zero self control and if a scene wanted to be 500 words I’d end up writing 500 words. It’s just, it’s SO GOOD, and if you’re like, super bad at focusing like I am the way it’s told is a surefire way of catching attention and sucking in. It’s just really beautiful and wonderful and I recommend that you don’t take my word for it and go read it to find out for yourself.

Keep the Torch Lit by thepartyresponsible

“Logan,” Charles says, delicately. “Do you know the whereabouts of the Winter Soldier?”

“Nope,” Logan lies, easy as anything. “Haven’t heard a damn thing, Chuck.”

“Logan,” Charles says, “have you forgotten I’m a telepath?”

“Well,” Logan says, a little less pleasantly, “I sure forgot you’re a Goddamn nosy son of a bitch.”

Listen, okay, this fic is not Stucky, at least not technically. Technically it’s Logan/Bucky with past Steve/Bucky but like even the Logan/Bucky isn’t really the focus and if you want to (like me) it’s definitely possible to read future Stucky into this fic. also this is my rec list and I do what I want ya’ll. The focus on this isn’t the shipping, and tbh that’s what makes it so glorious. The focus is on the goddamn glorious motherfuckin Wolverine, aka the love of my life since I was a wee lass watching the x-men animated series back in the 90s and falling facefirst into simultaneous crushes on both Logan and Rogue. Biromanticism ya’ll, it started early. This fic is hysterical. Logan’s voice is so spot on and so very LOGAN that every line manages to be grumpy and hysterical and also reveal that hidden layer of just caring too much that I really believe is like, the true hallmark of a well written Logan. He doesn’t want to care, but he does care, and that’s like the crux of all his issues y’know? That’s why he takes in asshole super soldier assassins that half the world is after when they give the shitty reason of ‘war buddies, you gotta.’

I could write several paragraphs on my epic love for this fic but I feel like the biggest reason to read it that I can give is that I’ve now read it three times and as a person who barely ever reads things even twice, that’s a huge thing for me. Also it has an appearance of a Charles who’s kinda a dick and tbh that’s how I love my Charles.

ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, if you can stand Bucky being even hinted at being with someone other than Steve, and if you don’t for some strange reason hate Wolverine (which if you do, who hurt you????) then go read this fic. It’s 4400 words of fucking brilliance.

Baby You Should Stick Around by neenya, nephropsis

If somebody had told Steve he and Bucky would end up raising Bucky's clone as their son, he'd probably have- wait, no, he wouldn't have done anything, because nobody would ever have said that.

And yet. Here they are.

Listen, this is one of those fics that I opened up expecting something fun and lighthearted and y’know, just a normal kidfic. What I got was 33k of a seriously beautifully written fic that gave me some seriously intense feelings. It was not what I expected whatsoever and it was all the better for that. I, personally, need to occasionally open up something I don’t expect to make me feel and then experience all the feelings because I am in the words of my former therapist ‘a shaken up soda bottle, building up pressure and just waiting to explode.’ True story. MY PERSONAL ISSUES ASIDE, this is beautiful and sad at times but with like, a really wonderful ending that made me feel A LOT OF THINGS. (The point of this is that this fic made me feel a lot of things. Like just, a lot of things. So many things) And there is this certain quality to the writing, at least to me, that really lets you feel the fact that Steve is having Issues and Steve is not realizing these Issues, and because of that he’s not able to be entirely present in this life that he has with Bucky. It’s wonderfully unique, and wonderfully written, and while not one I can reread super often (because of those aforementioned FEELINGS) it is seriously such a quality piece of work and one I’d somehow never stumbled upon despite it being written four years ago.

Black Dog by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

So long ago the details were lost to time, people began creating guardians of the dead. They were made from dogs, dogs who were buried in graveyards before anyone was laid to rest, their spirits arising as black dogs, bound protectors of the human dead.

Steve had always wondered what would happen after he died. He hadn't expected the answer to be 'wake up in the cemetery he'd been buried in', but here he was, some kind of ghost, and he could see the trees through his hands. It wasn't so bad, and he wasn't alone—a sleek black dog, golden eyes glowing bright, was happily waiting to greet him.

Decades later, on what was supposed to be a quiet, peaceful, definitely-not-life-changing walk through the woods, Bucky stumbled across an abandoned cemetery and into the impossible.

(It's a ghost story and a love story and a story about dogs.)

I’ve talked about my love for absolutely everything leveragehunters writes, I know I have, but oh my god, Black Dog hits it out of the goddamn park. There’s A GOOD DOG! AND STEVE IS A GOOD DOG EVEN THOUGH HE’S NOT REALLY A DOG! And Laika! I GENUINELY CRIED OVER LAIKA! And I DON’T OFTEN CRY OVER FICS!! I just, this was so beautiful and there’s always something so special about leveragehunters’ world building in their urban fantasy and magical realism fics in that it never feels heavy handed, never feels like I’m getting a bunch of info dumped on my head, but I always leave the fic feeling like I’ve seen this brand new world and understood it in the way the characters do even if that world is just a little bit left of the one we’re in now.

Also this is just a really good, nice fic to read while curled up with one’s dogs so y’know, if you’ve got dogs, definitely have them nearby to love on while you read this. It makes the experience like 1000x better.

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter (Zimario)

“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.

Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—

“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”

Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”

Picture me screaming like a pterodactyl every time I even think of this fic. I kept seeing this fic, kept seeing it recced everywhere, kept scrolling by, kept seeing it recced by people who’s work I love and read and admire, and KEPT SCROLLING. And then finally, finally I decided to devote myself to 70k of what I assumed would be a lot of emotional pain. I was right. This was painful to read, the parts in Bucky’s pov especially so, but it was also so, so, sooo very good. I found myself clicking to the next chapter as quickly as I could and wanting to sink right back into it if I had to go do something. It’s just, it’s so good, and if by some chance you haven’t read it yet do yourself a favor and don’t be like me and keep scrolling past it.

#fic rec #stucky fic rec #stevebucky fic recs #stucky #captain america #marvel

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inawickedlittletown · 6 years

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Walking The Wire (87/?)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

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Chapter Eighty Six - (Author’s note post-ch. 86)

He called him dad.

It was -- it was a minor detail to focus on in light of everything that was happening, but at the same time it was huge.

Peter changed into the suit and Tony gave him his privacy but even then, he couldn’t help but notice that Peter had a lot of bruising on him. That guy had made a building fall on Peter. On his son. He was going to pay for that. Tony had been so relieved to find Peter after Friday alerted him to the building collapse that his anger at knowing what had occurred had faded some, but it was fast returning.

“Dad,” Peter said and the word was everything.

“Yeah?”

“He was my date’s father,” Peter said. “I don’t know if Ned told you. I wasn’t looking for trouble -- I was just going to the dance and he figured out I’m Spider-Man and--”

“And?” Tony asked.

Peter sort of shrugged his shoulders. “He threatened me -- told me to stay away. I couldn’t, though. I really couldn’t and you have to understand, I wasn’t--”

“I know, Pete,” Tony said, cutting him off.

It was a hard reality to face -- to realize that maybe he had been too hard on Peter. Too overbearing and too much of what could be considered overprotective. He’d watched enough footage of Peter’s time with the suit to know that Peter was good at what he did. That everything he’d done over the course of this whole thing with the weapon dealers had been with every good intention and then a whole bunch of bad luck.

“Thanks for coming for me. I was —”

“I know.”

Peter wiped at his eyes and face but there was still a lot of dust left behind. “I didn’t think Ned would get through to you.”

“Friday redirected him to Pepper. If that hadn’t happened I don’t think I would have known.”

“Oh,” Peter said and he looked down. “I stole a car.”

Tony couldn’t help but laugh and then he looked towards the car. “I can see that,” he said. “You weren’t kidding about not being able to drive. We might have to rectify that among other things.”

His kid was a precious amazing and wonderful mess and Tony couldn’t imagine ever loving anyone the way that he loved Peter.

“So, what are we--” Peter trailed off and sort of motioned is arms.

Tony had been thinking about that too. They had to find and capture this guy. It was high time this was dealt with.

“Friday?” Tony asked.

“Boss, there’s movement over by that empty billboard,” Friday said, from the suit and both he and Peter turned and sure enough the winged guy was up there and he didn’t seem to be moving. That was the man that had made a building fall on his kid and he wasn’t going to be getting away.

“The plane,” Peter said with a gasp. “He’s waiting for the plane to take off.”

Tony turned to look at Peter. “What?” he asked.

“Your plane,” Peter said. “He’s trying to steal the plane and everything on it.”

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“Friday, where is the plane?” Tony asked.

Peter kept his eyes fixed on Toomes. He seemed to just be perched up there by the billboard. Peter could just swing up there. Toomes probably wouldn’t even expect it really. He glanced back at his dad and then he put the mask on.

“You are injured, Peter,” Karen said.

“Doesn’t matter right now. And hardly.”

“The plane took off two minutes ago,” Tony said and Peter heard the strain in his voice. They had wasted too much time after Peter had been rescued.

“Can it -- can it fly back to the tower?” Peter asked.

Tony shook his head. “No-- wait, he’s on the move.”

Peter turned fast and sure enough The Vulture was in the air. Peter didn’t think twice before he ran up Flash’s car and jumped into the air as he threw out a web. He swung up towards where The Vulture had been. He heard the Iron Man repulsors behind him and enjoyed the sound as he reached the billboard. The Vulture was too high up to reach, but Iron Man wasn’t as he flew past and Peter didn’t even give him warning before he attached a web to the armor.

“Where’s the plane?” Peter asked.

“Reflector panels,” Tony said and he sounded distracted.

Peter focused on how quickly they were moving. If they could get a little closer he might be able to grab onto The Vulture. Although maybe that might make him notice them. Peter shot another web at the armor to steady him and his dad glanced back and in that same moment a couple of things happened.

The Vulture turned. One of Peter’s webs broke off.

The next moment happened quickly. “I knew you’d be around here somewhere, Stark,” The Vulture said. “So I prepared for that. Just like I prepared for Peter. Shame it had to come to that. I kind of liked the kid.”

That was when Peter realized that Toomes hadn’t seen him. He was hanging off of the armor but just out of view and it was dark. The Vulture was also overconfident and so sure that he’d managed to keep Peter under the building.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Tony said and then Tony lifted his arm and Peter was trying to keep himself from moving too much due to the wind. He could tell that Tony wasn’t moving too much because of him -- because the high altitude was not something that Peter had accounted for while creating his webbing and the wind was pushing and pushing at it.

Toomes dodged the repulsor blast and Peter felt the web breaking. He shot out another but it didn’t land on the Iron Man armor. Instead, it was on The Vulture who didn’t even seem to notice. He was far more focused on his dad which was good except that Iron Man somehow didn’t see The Vulture throw something at him.

“Dad,” Peter gasped over comms, but it wasn’t enough warning.

“EMP,” Karen said to Peter just as The Vulture flew up and away from Iron Man and taking Peter with him.

“The suit can guard against that, though,” Peter said to Karen.

“Yes, but I don’t believe that was a regular EMP,” Karen said.

Peter turned even as he had to hold on as The Vulture speeded up and he caught the tail end of the blast and then Iron Man was falling.

“Dad?” Peter asked over comms. There was no response. “Karen, what do I do?”

“Iron Man suit will be up and running soon,” Karen said.

“Okay. Okay. So I have to stop The Vulture, then.” Peter took a deep breath. He had just been under a building that this man had brought down on him and every single time before this had ended horribly but --- but he could do this. He could do this.

“Are we getting close to the plane?” Peter asked.

“According to GPS we’re close,” Karen said.

They hadn’t even managed to delay The Vulture much. The wind was coming harder and harder as they came up faster and then they were at the plane and Peter had to brace himself as The Vulture landed and Peter just managed to hold on. He threw more web at it and at least some of it stuck but it kept being ripped off. So much for amazing tensile strength.

“Karen, how -- what do I do?” Peter asked.

“The plane does not have a pilot. Just a destination,” Karen said.

Peter nodded. Then, what did that mean? Was Toomes trying to just do as he always did and take some of the stuff on the plane or was he trying to somehow steal everything on it. The wings had attached to the plane and they weren’t moving. Peter had to think quickly.

“There are also security measures,” Karen went on to say.

Peter was barely holding on to the plane. He had to get inside but he was well aware that there was no way to do that. Except that Toomes had that handy thing that disintegrated matter. And he’d sealed up his hole with his wings!

“Peter?” Tony’s voice came in and Peter felt relief flood him.

“He’s in the plane,” Peter said. “I’m -- I’m kind of outside of the plane.”

“Shit,” his dad said. “I’m coming. Suit had to reboot.”

That’s when a drone came off of the plane.

“Karen, scan that thing -- what is it doing? What is Toomes doing inside?”

Peter moved closer to the wings. He tried to kick them even as the plane shifted its course and the wind came at Peter fast and hard.

“He’s taken control of the plane,” Karen said.

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EMPs weren’t fun. For the most part his suits never had much problem with them anymore -- nothing like the early suits. Some of the EMPs actually gave the suit more energy than shut everything off -- but this had been alien tech or something constructed from alien tech and even his suit hadn’t been able to take it. But it was lucky that a quick reboot didn’t take longer than a couple of minutes. Long minutes during which he worried for Peter who had gone with the winged guy. He hadn’t even had Friday to keep him company as he fell and then systems had come back and he’d had Peter’s tracker to follow. As he got closer, he could see the plane reflecting Peter’s suit on it’s panels.

“Boss, it appears the plane’s security measures have been overridden. It is no longer headed for the Upstate New York facility.”

Peter had said that the guy had made it onto the plane. It was almost a little impressive that he’d managed it. He saw the drone fly away from the plane and shot it down with a small missile.

“Where is it going now?”

“I don’t know,” Friday said.

“Damn it,” Tony said. He was closer now and Peter spotted him. Peter who was trying to dislodge the wings. Tony flew towards him and he motioned for Peter to move back as he raised his hand and shot a repulsor blast at them, and whatever had been keeping them on the plane gave.

They seemed to come to life rather than fall off so Tony just shot at them again. In the meanwhile, Peter scurried into the plane which was good. He’d be safer in there probably. Tony dodged a wing that came close to hitting him. Something fell into the hole in the plane. Good -- it might stop enough of the depressurizing.

The wings came back at him and Tony was just on the side of almost impressed at how well they did with no pilot. He didn’t want them to hit the plane with Peter inside, but he kept them occupied and hoped that Peter could deal with Toomes on his own. No. He knew that Peter could. Because despite how much Tony wanted to hurt that man for what he had done to Peter, Peter could fight this fight too.

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“So you made it out,” Toomes said and he looked angry and intense -- his eyes wild as he stared at Peter.

Peter didn’t respond. He knew his best bet was to tie him up. The hole on the plane was sucking things out -- not any of the cargo because that wasn’t directly where the hole was, but it could get to that point and either way a hole in a plane was just not a good idea.

“You just couldn’t let this be and you had to involve Iron Man too. Didn’t you, Pete?”

“I see nothing wrong with involving the person you’re trying to steal from,” Peter said and he shot a string of web at him which was when Toomes moved and lunged for Peter, his hands extended.

Peter was faster. He jumped back onto the wall and then it wasn’t far from getting to the ceiling and dropping down behind Toomes. The cockpit was right behind him with all the controls and while Peter may not know much about flying a plane -- maybe he should add that to skills he needed to learn next to driving a car -- he knew Karen could probably guide him on changing the destination coordinates. First, he kicked Toomes on the back. But there was also the hole to deal with and Peter knew enough about physics to know that any kind of horrible thing could happen next.

Toomes turned as he stumbled and Peter shot web at his arm attaching it to the side of the plane. He didn’t hesitate to shoot out more at his other hand.

“So you’re just going to take me from my daughter now, Peter? I kind of remember something Liz said...something about you not having any parents--”

He was good at talking -- good at trying to get Peter to lower his defences by angering him.

“Well, she’s wrong,” Peter said. “And Liz deserves so much more than you.” Then, Peter used his elbow to fix a blow on his head and he threw more web at him. Toomes’ head dropped down but he was still breathing.

“How’s it going in there, Peter?”

“Do you think I could learn to fly a plane?” Peter asked as he walked back to the cockpit. The plane seemed to be rocking a little and it was getting worse.

Tony didn’t say anything for a moment. “Do you need to fly a plane right now?”

“No. I don’t think so. Just -- I have him webbed up but now --”

“Peter, the plane is losing altitude,” Karen announced. Tony must have gotten the same impression. “It’s losing pressure fast too.”

It was the hole - it was going to bring the plane down if it didn’t first cause some sort of explosion. Maybe if he could close it up--

Outside there was some sort of explosion and for a moment Peter thought that it was the plane -- that somehow a motor or turbine or something had just exploded. The plane rocked even more and Peter felt it shift downward. This wasn’t good.

“Dad, what -- what should I do? I think it’s going to crash.”

“I can see that. Can you get that hole taken care of?”

“Yes. On it,” Peter said and he’d already been headed there.

Peter tried to move towards the hole despite how much it was pulling. He knew he might be sucked out and as he drew nearer he felt the pull. It was only his strength and his powers that kept him from flying out and then Peter saw that one of the boxes had actually been pulled towards the hole. It was plugging some of it, but not all. It was a miracle it hadn’t fallen through entirely. It was probably the reason the plane was still in the air even if it was destabilizing and to add to that, Peter felt a bit woozy.

He filled in the holes he could with webbing, unsure that it would hold for long but hoping that it would do something while he found something else to cover the hole. At least the pull had lessened. Peter rushed towards the cargo and he ripped off the lid of one of the wooden crates. He webbed it into place just as the plane jolted again.

“I got the plane, Peter,” Tony said. Oh, that’s what that last jolt had been about. “How’s our friend?”

Toomes was still out cold. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t wake up soon, but Peter was prepared for that. He just would prefer if he didn’t and if he didn’t have to deal with this man ever again. But Peter did hate what it would do to Liz. Despite everything, she was back at the dance having fun with her friends. She wouldn’t have any idea what was coming and Peter hated it it a little bit and yet he couldn’t let him go even for Liz.

Karen gave him instructions on what to do at the controls to make it easier for Iron Man to just take the plane down. They somehow ended up at the beach in Coney Island, but it turned out to be the best place to land the plane safely. It was a bit of a rough landing, but it was a landing.

The door the plane was opened fast after that and Peter stumbled out into the armor. The helmet came off and his dad smiled at him.

“Proud of you kid. Couldn’t have done this without you. Now where is he? I’d like a few words with him before the authorities get here.”

There was anger in his father’s eyes. Anger in a way that Peter had never seen before -- it looked dangerous.

“I -- I webbed him up inside.”

Chapter Eighty Eight

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