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Halcyon- Part 3

Pairing- Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Warnings- mentions of past trauma, kind of, and physical pain, but nothing harsh

Words- 2249

Summary- Bucky and Sam are working together with S.H.I.E.L.D. to help make the world a better place. One night they are working to stop a human trafficking ring and they discover a woman with some abilities and a history they have to uncover together.

Note- The events of this story happen post Endgame. POV of story will switch between Bucky and reader and is noted at the start of each chapter. This will be at least a 20 part series.

A/N- We get to learn a little more about Y/N this chapter and there’s a little something at the end of the chapter. I’m excited to share this with all of you and I truly hope you all like it. Feedback is much appreciated and if you see anything I should add for my warnings, etc. please don’t hesitate to tell me.

A huge thank you to @oloreaa for being my beta and inspiration for all of this. You are a goddess!!

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Part 3- Reader (Y/N) POV

Exhausted didn’t begin to encompass your current state. You had only been conscious for less than two hours, yet you felt as though you had been awake for five days. Your entire body ached from the thaw out of cryo, which you had come to expect each time you were brought back from a frozen state. The tingling of your fingers and toes, and subsequent throbbing pain as your body slowly regained feeling and control was never comfortable. Then again, from the little you could recall, your life hadn’t exactly been filled with pleasantries.

As if your physical state wasn’t enough, your current mental capacity was even more disastrous. Trying to figure out where you were, much less when you were, was no simple task. This time, however, you did have the comfort of not waking up to a Hydra handler. Although you still had no idea what S.H.I.E.L.D. was or who these men were that took you in, you trusted your gut that they were good people, that they would help you. And maybe, somewhere in the distant future, they could help you piece your life back together.

Your ride on the jet to their headquarters was quick, but you relished the warmth and silence of it while it lasted. Once the aircraft landed, the back of the jet opened into a ramp and revealed a large air hangar that was bustling with activity. You watched as people tended to various aircraft, carried crates, worked on engines, or talked amongst themselves. 

Sam caught your attention at the bottom of the ramp, guided you through the busy building and into a long hallway. As you turned a corner to enter the corridor, you lost sight of Sergeant Barnes and Dr. Banner, but felt relief wash over you to be away from such a large number of people. 

Sam stopped at the end of the empty, gray colored hall, then turned towards his right, facing a glowing monitor.

“FRIDAY, this is Y/F/N Y/L/N. She’s going to be staying with us, but I need you to keep an eye on her alright?” Sam voiced to some unseen person on the other side of the digital panel.

“You got it, Sam,” a lady with an Irish accent sounded from the speaker. “May I get her readings to assist in your surveillance?”

Sam rolled his eyes before he turned to you and flicked his head, signaling you to step closer. “This is FRIDAY, she’s A.I. and keeps track of everybody and everything. For now, we need to keep an eye on you for safety purposes. At least until we get a better understanding of what you are. No hard feelings,” Sam explained. “If you can just stand here facing this monitor for a moment and say hi, then we can be on our way.”

Uncertain of what sorcery Sam was talking about, you stepped forward and faced the panel before you spoke to it. “Hello… FRIDAY,” you greeted.

“Hello Ms. L/N and welcome. Should you need any assistance during your stay here, just call for me and I’ll gladly help you,” the feminine voice offered.

“Thanks, FRIDAY,” Sam said absently into the air. “Okay, let’s get you to a room. If you’re hungry, I’ll have someone come by with some food,” he explained further as you followed him through a door and into what looked like a business office. 

Given that it was sometime in the pre-dawn hours, you were surprised to find yet more people milling about. Sam kept a steady pace and ignored the people in business attire as he strode past the cubicles and offices. He led you through another door out of the office space and into an enclosed, glass walkway that was at least 50 feet off the ground. At the other end of the glass tunnel was a medical facility where you were met with the smiling face of a dark haired woman.

“Hi, Sam,” she greeted before she turned her dark brown eyes to you. “You must be Y/N. I’m Dr. Helen Cho. It’s a pleasure meeting you,” she spoke as she offered her hand to you. You shook it softly while offering a small smile. “You’re probably exhausted. I have a room ready for you,” the woman sympathized as she gestured for you to follow her. 

She walked past a surgical suite, then turned towards an open door on the left and led you inside. The room was simple, but adequate. It held a twin bed that was pushed against the wall on the right. A window took up most of the wall on the far side of the room. There was a small desk against the wall on the left side of the room adjacent to a door that opened into a bathroom with a shower. Although sterile and almost completely white, you felt comfortably at home. 

“There’s some toiletries in the bathroom for you. If you need anything else, just let FRIDAY know,” Dr. Cho assured you. “For now, try to get some rest and we will get to work tomorrow.” 

With that, the pair closed the door and left you on your own.

You shuffled over towards your bed and sat down right as a gentle knock sounded at your door.

“Come in,” you croaked while you remained seated.

You looked towards the entryway to see Sergeant Barnes peak around the door before entering the room. Under the bright lights, you could now see his features clearly. He was as intimidating in the light as he was under the darkness, even without a gun pointed at you. His face seemed to be set in a persistent scowl with furrowed brows and a tensely set jaw. He had light stubble that framed his face. His full lips pouted slightly, even when he was at rest. But it was his eyes that were most captivating as they were the most brilliant, piercing blue you had ever seen. In spite of their beauty, you could see darkness shrouded behind them.

“Sam thought you might be hungry and asked me to grab you something to eat. It’s a turkey sandwich,” he told you as he held up the sandwich, then placed it on the desk. “I, uh, also grabbed some scrubs that might fit you a little better,” he offered as he placed those on the desk as well. 

“Thank you, Sergeant Barnes,” you nodded. “That’s very kind of you.”

“Bucky,” he corrected.

“What?” you countered as you raised your eyebrows.

“My name. I go by Bucky,” he clarified.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you repeated with a smile.

Looking clearly uneasy of what to do or say next, Bucky excused himself, “Alright, I’m going to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

At a loss for words, you simply nodded to him as he walked out the door. You stood up from the bed once the door clicked shut and lumbered to the desk to unwrap your sandwich and eat a few bites. 

Once full, you set the remainder of the sandwich back on the desk then picked up the scrubs and changed your pants. With the better fitting bottoms, you would now be able to move around without one hand on the waist band to stop them from falling off. You opted to keep the hoodie sweatshirt from the jet on as it was quite comfortable and warm. 

Ready to lay down and sleep, you ambled around the room in search for a light switch. Closer to the door, you noted for the first time there was no door handle on your side. Feeling a tinge of fear at the familiarity of being held captive, you breathed deeply and let the thought go as you sat back on the bed. As a last effort before laying down, you spoke to the air in hopeful anticipation “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Ms. L/N? How can I assist you?” the woman’s voice sounded through a small panel by the door.

“How do I turn off the lights in here?” You asked.

“I can do that, if you just tell me when,” she informed you.

With that, you scooted yourself up the bed a bit and laid your head down on the pillow. 

“FRIDAY, I’m ready for the lights now,” you spoke and a second later the lights went off, leaving you in almost complete darkness. 

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Betrayed | Part Two Geralt of Rivia

Part two of my Betrayed request. I’m writing this as requested x

Pairing: Reader x Geralt of Rivia

Warnings: Violence, Pregnancy, Language, blood.

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Your mother, discovering you upstairs alive and well had cast you out onto the streets. It had brought shame to the family, knowing the eldest daughter ran away with a Witcher, but to return alone and with an unborn baby? Your mother had no hesitation in throwing you away. 

Perhaps it was better this way. 

Sure, you were homeless.

And pregnant.

With a Witcher’s child.

But everything happens for a reason. Days had passed and you were left to feed off scraps, struggling to find anything substantial. An elderly woman upon discovering you in her garden took you in, feeding you and clothing you in more suitable fabrics. It was two months into your pregnancy when she revealed that she was a mage, and that she knew the child you were carrying wasn’t normal. By the third month, she had told you that she was expecting your arrival long before you had joined Geralt, and had premonitions of your future. 

You were to find a girl and bring her to Geralt.

Were you hearing things right?

You thought Yennefer was mad, and now this? The mage was sympathetic, but ‘destiny was not something to ignore.’

Destiny could go jump off a mountain. 

Seven months had passed since your beloved had abandoned you, seven long and painful months. Four of those months you had spent on the road looking for the lost princess, and as of three weeks ago, she found you. Or more so, ran into you. 

It took plenty of persuading, but soon Ciri believed that you were sent to help her find a certain Witcher. She became attached to you quite quickly, constantly asking about the baby and your past. You didn’t tell her that the very man you were looking for was the father, instead hoping you could pass Ciri into Geralt’s care without conversation. 

Destiny said you had to deliver the princess to Geralt, not that you had to talk to him.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. It would be impossible not too. You went from seeing him everyday to suddenly not at all, and your love for him was still more than evident. However, he still sent you away without hesitation, and that stung more than anything.

There was no one left in your life except for Ciri and your unborn child, who Ciri had nicknamed pea-pod, much to your confusion. As much as you loved the princess already, you knew her destiny was to be with Geralt, and he could protect her far better than you ever could.

It hurt already, knowing that even though you had the young girl in your life, she would be gone before you knew it, and you would be alone again.

But she would be safe, and that’s all that mattered.

Exhausted was an understatement. The food supply had run out days ago, and you had given Ciri your last portion. She wasn’t aware, but it had been a week since you had eaten anything proper, and you blamed your exhaustion on the baby. She tried to help best she could, offering to hold all the bags as well as help you when you needed, but you declined her help. 

She needed to be safe and healthy, she was the biggest concern here. 

The two of you (well three) were driven into the swamps. There were bad people seeking your young companion, and there were no other places to run. Your cramping was becoming worse with every step, and you wondered just how long you could keep going before damage was done. You stumbled over a log, your hands coming to Ciri’s shoulder for support.

“We can stop if you need to (Y/N).” Ciri places her arms around you, careful to not bump your swollen belly. 

You shake your head, sweat beading at your forehead. “I’m fine, we need to keep moving.”

Ciri looks behind her, before looking back at you. “We lost them awhile back, no one is following us.”

You release a small grunt of pain, continuing to walk forward. “It’s not them I’m worried about.”

“What do you mean?” She’s by your side instantly, her eyes widening as you pull out a knife. “Why do you have that?” “We’re in a swamp Ciri, we aren’t alone here.” 

“Are we safe?” She eyes begin to wander, scanning the surroundings.

“Never.” You take another step, groaning again as a cramp rips through your body.

“Is it the baby?” 

You huff. “I’m not sure, all I know is that we need to get out of here.”

She nods, and you both walk further into the swamp. Proper terrain had to be near, and when you began to hear birds you knew you were close. 

Having been on the road by yourself for so long had taught you a lot about the world, and whilst you were still mad, you were thankful that Geralt had taught you plenty as well. 

Hours had passed and you were certain that dry land was near, Ciri’s energy kept you going, Gods knew you had next to nothing left. The princess took all the bags half an hour ago, and you were more than thankful as you were running on fumes. The only object in your grasp was a large knife, your other hand holding your stomach.

The swamp was alive with noise, and you’re already holding the knife in a defensive position when Ciri squeals at a small rodent running past. She holds her chest, breathing loudly as she collects herself. You both giggle at the action, and you shake your head at the young girl. 

It’s only when an influx of rodents begin running at your feet does your blood run cold. They’re all going in the opposite direction as you, and your eyes are wide as Ciri continues giggling. 

“Ciri,” You grab her arm. “Run!” 

She winces at your grasp, and you feel guilty. “What? Why?”

“Just run!” You push her behind you, and its then that a loud shriek echoes through the swamp. And then it all goes quiet, give or take the loud breathing coming from yourself and your companion as you run. 

Ciri is faster than you, and continues to turn around to check on you. You wave her off, and she screams loudly in return. You turn around, only to be taken down by a solid force. A scream is caught in your throat as you’re dragged into the water, and the only thing that comes out is a jagged ‘run!’.You’re submerged into the water completely as you struggle against the creature. Your arms waving through the murky liquid as you try to see your attacker.

A Drowner bites at your thigh, and you cry out as water fills your lungs. It’s slimy hands hold your legs, continuing to pull you further into the water. Your vision gets blurrier by the second, and the water gets more clouded as your bright blood mixes with the murkiness. You weakly reach for your blade. 

Your movements are limited, and you nearly drop the knife as the drowner bites at your thigh again. With as much energy as you can muster, you plunge the blade into the drowners head, silently praising yourself for carrying a silver weapon. 

The drowner goes limp, and just to be certain you twist the knife whilst its still lodged in the monsters brain. You let go of the hilt, pushing the creature off of your legs as you begin swimming to the surface.

Your lungs are screaming for air as you burst through the surface, and your hand is holding onto your thigh as you begin to swim over to the waters edge. Ciri is nowhere to be seen, and you send a quick prayer that she’s safe. Pulling yourself out of the water, you quickly check your surroundings for anymore drowners, knowing that they like to hunt in small groups. The coast was clear, and you don’t hesitate to rip the bottom of your dress into two sections to bind at your wounds. 

You bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming, pulling hard at the knots to stop the bleeding. Your breathing is laboured, and you don’t take a second to relax as you’re already attempting to stand. A harsh cramp tears through your stomach as you clench your fists, choosing to keep going instead of waiting it through.

You use a tree to help you stand, and you follow after Ciri’s footsteps when yet another cramp hits you. Gasping loudly at the feeling, your hands hold your large stomach as you wince with every step. Something wasn’t right, and you knew it was the baby. Not wanting to believe that they were contractions, you stubbornly continued, cursing to yourself. Your wet clothes clung to you like a second skin, and you shivered.

The muddy ground began to dry as you followed Ciri’s tracks, and you new she must have found her way out of the swamp. She would have to be close, and it shouldn’t take long to catch up. 

That is if you can. 

Another contraction runs through your muscles, and this time liquid pools at your feet. You stare down at the puddle in shock, and you shake your head.

“Not now,” You gasp, stumbling against a tree as the contraction continues. “Not now, please!”

The contraction is severe, and with the pain from your thighs combing with your muscles contracting, your legs give-away. Falling to the floor, you’re gasping for air as you attempt to sit upright against the tree. The pain is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and you know one way or another, the baby is coming.

And you were once again all alone.

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The Witchers Mate

Geralt rolled his eyes as Jaskier inanely carried on is insufferable talking. They had been walking since dawn, normally the bard would not have minded, but his friend had been abnormally broody of late. His latest run-in with Yennefer was fraught with betrayal and lust. Jaskier could tell that this latest drama was the worse, Ciri had decided to go off with Yennifer this time to explore the wider world. Yet, again the dark-haired mage had left him behind on her search for something, something more leaving Geralt behind, emptier the before. The singer shared the deepest pity for his friend, for the Witcher’s magic and ability; he was at the mercy of the small woman, submissive to her whims and fancies. Love really does make fools of us all, even Witcher’s. Jaskier pondered before his mind flickered to a wholly more important question. How could he possibly make that into his next hit ballad?

‘So, where are we going exactly?’ Jaskier asked for the 14th time in the last hour.

‘If I tell you will you finally shut up?’ Geralt growled his eyes, never leaving the horizon.

‘Yessssss’ the singer whined.

‘Brightwater….its a merchant town in the middle of nowhere. Rich- supplies every town from south to north.’ Geralt answered gruffly.

‘So, let me guess they have a terrible monster problem that has a big reward.’

‘Hmmmmm’

‘So, the mighty hero and his handsome companion ride into the village, slay the beast and rescue the beautiful maidens who fall head of heels in love with the noble bard before whisking him away to their beds.’ Jaskier smiled closing his eyes picturing the wonderful scene but not before his wondering feet came into contact with the particularly nasty jagged rock that cruelly pulled him away from pleasant daydream with a tight pain that seared from the sole of his foot.

The shrill yelp of pain cause Geralt to turn on his saddle and smirk as he watched his personal songwriter hop on one foot clutching the other. ‘Jaskier, this is the part where you shut up.’ Geralt warned as he readjusted himself in the saddle

‘I think this will make a wonderful song,….’ The bard chocked out through the pain. ‘But this creature thing better not be another Striga… I have completely run out of rhyming words…plus I think my public is getting a little bored with them….I mean your public.’

‘Jaskier?’

‘Yes, Geralt?’

‘Shut the fuck up.’

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Lord of Brightwater, Fagen Brightwater looked at the man at the front of him with keen interest, he had expected someone more haggard, older and not as handsome. The man in front of him looked young, his face chiselled with golden eyes that pierced through a man’s very soul, the only blemishes that he could see that marred his face was a small scar in the corner of his left eye and another on his forehead. Which Fagen had no problem predicting would only encourage the women on the town to try and entice the handsome monster hunter. Horny housewives and jealous husbands were not something that he had time to deal with; his lands were in chaos, fear of the impending war and being stalk by some supernatural being. Hunting a Witcher with pitchforks was not something he wanted to add to the ever-growing list of problems. The fool he had with them look like an overdressed rent boy; simpering gibbering babbled out his mouth could pass for simple wit, if it had been funny. The pair was unlikely. Strange even. Perhaps they were lovers who would make life easier while they were here, but other than saving him a headache he did not care who or what the Witcher fucked.

‘As you can see, we have many conflicting reports.’ Fagen spoke, pushing a pile of papers toward the two men who stood in front of him. ‘It slashes, rips, tears and bites. Some parts eaten on one victim then left behind on others. No one has ever properly seen it and lived to tell the tale. Those who have survived its attack have some varying stories it’s hard to know which ones to focus on.’ Geralt eyes lazily looked over the papers, Lord Brightwater was certainly a man of painstaking detail, the description seemed too wide and wavering, but three names piqued his interest, one of which a long lost acquittance from job in White Orchard, from what he remembers being a long search for pesky witches who cursed the poor daughter of a local Baron.

‘People have survived?’ Geralt eyed the Lord in surprise as he throws down the papers haphazardly on the nearly ordered desk, gaining a dark glared from Fagen.

‘A few. Those have been housed in the healer’s hut if you need to speak with them. Our mages have attempted located this beast, but to no avail, so they have done what they can to protect and save the remaining villagers.’

‘This would be Cersi of White Orchard and old friend and Tradi of Browdon? I don’t recall a mage of the name of Adva?’

‘That’s because there isn’t one. Adva is a…. healer…herbalist… of a sort. You will have no need to meet her… she does not concern you in this matter; she is to be left alone.’ Geralt raised an eyebrow. ‘If you want this creature found and dispatched that killing your villages and grinding your trade to a halt, I will talk to whomever I need to talk too, and I recommend that you stay out of my way.’ Geralt growled standing at his full height. Jaskiar shrank back eyeing the glaring men holding his hand up in surrender.

The two men observed each other closely. Geralt was used to the arrogance of humanity and along with that was often stupidity, but from mere minutes in presence the Lord the Witcher knew the man possessed no stupidly, pride and superiority but then again show him a Lord who did not believe themselves to be superior to everyone else and he would show a man who was not a true Lord. If Fagen sent him and Jaskier away now he would be sentencing his people to death, pick off one by one and if the creature didn’t get them the gradual decrease in a trade from fear of the creature would turn Brightwater into an abandoned hovel.

Fagen was the first to break the glare ‘You are to receive 500 gold coins when you bring me the creatures head. I have arranged your stay at the local tavern; they will see that all your needs are taken care of. And make sure your needs are met within the walls of the establishment. I do not need to save you from angry husbands baying for your blood. The townsfolk are anxious enough that we have had to bring a Witcher in; I do not need people questioning my decisions. I will present you to the town tonight, but I want you gone before the week ends. But you will put as far a distance between you and Adva as far as possible. Now I am a very busy man; the kitchen is awaiting you with a meal.’ Fagen dismissed with a wave of his hand, grabbing a quill with the other. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Geralt stood in the middle of the square on a risen podium; it looked like the whole town had gathered to sneak a peek at their saviour. The one thing he hated more then the portals was the public, was being the centre of attention, he liked the dark, being a shadow, unseen. Sniffing the air there was a scent, underneath the filth, the odour of bodies and sour milk and spoilt meat, a pure smell. Spiced apple and the ocean. Warm and comforting but clean and crisp. Furrowing his brow eyes began to scan the crowd. For the briefest of seconds, he thought it was Yennifer, no other scent had ever sorted his interest, but this smell was different. Deeper. Not the sweet smell of gooseberries and lavender that clung to Yennifer calling him, this fragrance pulled him, grabbing his attention, almost violently. The smell was getting closer, teasing him as the smell grew stronger and stronger.

His eyes fell upon a familiar golden blonde adorned in rich purple. The Witcher could not help but let a scoff to puff out from his lips; Cersi could never look ordinary, she had to stick out in a crowd, her locks where pin into an attractive updo highlighting her swan-like neck that was laden with diamond. It would seem that life outside of court had not put a halt of the extravagance that Cersi indulgenced in. A toothy smile beamed up at the platform, reassuring if not a little bit cheeky. However, the smile was fleeting, as Cersi turned to greet a hooded figure with a tender smile. A cloaked figure pushed her way to stand side the elegant Mage. It was a worn and tattered grey thing pulled tight, concealing the figure beneath.

For the great Witcher time seemed to slow as the smell became almost overpowering, all other senses became dulled as a thudding of his heart was all he could hear. The women beside Cersi removed her hood to reveal dark brown curls that faded into lighter caramels ringlets around her shoulders, pale porcelain skin and full pink lips and vivid dark blue eyes twirling with liveliness darted around the crowd before resting upon his figure, smiling sweetly at him. Innocent and carefree. It took all his strength to hold himself in place, his muscles strained hard, clenching and unclenching gaining jeers from the ladies in the crowd. The scent she carried was potent and intoxicating, yearning for him, crying out for him, it was the only thing he could feel or see. He could feel the smell around him, clinging to his skin, suffocating him.

‘Geralt….Geralt… You okay buddy? Geralt’ Jaskier called, the sound distorted in the magical haze that surrounded him.

‘It cannot be….It’s not possible.’ The Witcher uttered in disbelief.

Wonderwall - O N E

Pairing - Steve Harrington x reader

Word Count - 7,001

A/N - and here is the first official chapter of this series! sorry it took so long to put up! I’ve had a pretty busy couple of weeks and this past weeks has been one of the worst ones I’ve had in a long time. but writing always does make me feel better so I sat down and just wrote this! reminder that this is a slow burn so it’s gonna be a while before anything happened between the reader and Steve, but for now, their friendship will be growing to help build a foundation for their future relationship. anyways, I hope you all like this :))

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November 1983

Stares. Everywhere she walked, all she could feel and see were the stares. It was like everyone in the school had their eyes trained on the girl which wasn't really hard to believe. After all, she was the talk of the town.

Y/N Marie Hopper, the girl who had been hospitalized for three months and whose parents were dead while her brother was missing. Not to mention it was her first official day of school at Hawkins High.

She was the new girl who every single one of them had seen plastered in the news on repeat and who had even had a full page article devoted to the horrible accident that had taken place months before.

Y/N tried to ignore the gazes and was pretty much successful, but it was the whispering that got to her. It was an annoying buzzing in her ear that never went away as she moved down the hall and all she could do was just keep her head low as she made her way to her locker.

Her breathing was a little shaky as she walked and everyone could see the way her hands gripped onto the straps of her backpack like her life depended on it, her knuckles pale from how hard her grip was.

For a moment, Y/N felt like she was back walking the school hallways of her middle school. However, back then she had Thomas by her side.

"I don't know about this, Thomas. They're all staring," Y/N whispered as she glanced at her twin before letting her eyes flicker around the hallway and at the few gazes being sent in their direction.

Thomas looked down at his sister and ran a hand through his messy brown hair before giving the girl a small smile, the kind of smile of his that warmed her heart and made her feel safe.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N," Thomas assured her with a small laugh. "Trust me. They don't care."

"I don't know. I mean. . .how am I supposed to survive when we don't even have any classes together?" Y/N asked, her eyes wide as she looked at her brother in fright.

"Y/N," Thomas sighed. "You're going to be okay. It's not like I won't see you forever. It's only for a couple of periods and then I'll see you at lunch."

"But-" Y/N began, but she was cut off by her twin suddenly stopping in front of a room that she quickly realized was her first class of the day. Her eyes widened and she glanced at Thomas who gave her a tiny smile as he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Before she could blink, the boy had leaned forward to press a small kiss to her forehead in goodbye. "You're going to be fine," Thomas assured her before winking at the girl. "I'll see you later, okay?"

Then, before Y/N could protest, Thomas was walking down the hall and towards his own first period, leaving the girl to stare after him as she whispered softly, "Bye."

Y/N blinked a few times to rid herself of the memory, her eyes pricking with tears at the thought of her brother. She would give anything to have him by her side right now. All the teasing and the annoying jokes, she would go through it every day just to see her brother's face and to feel the warmth of his smile once again.

The girl managed to get rid of her tears by the time she had reached her locker and she gulped slightly as she moved to put in her combination, hundreds of eyes staring at her as she did.

Y/N hesitated for a second before looking over her shoulder and at the people staring at her. It was then that their trance seemed to break and everyone was quick to look away while Y/N rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her locker.

The girl let out a huff of frustration when the locker refused to open and she yanked on her locker a few times before letting out a groan and leaning her forehead against the cold metal in defeat.

"Need some help?" a voice inquired, a hint of amusement in their tone.

Y/N froze before slowly standing back up, her gaze instantly locking on the boy that stood in front of her. He radiated confidence as he leaned against the lockers with a smile on his face, an eyebrow raised in amusement while his brown eyes flickered over her face. He ran a hand through his voluminous chocolate locks and titled his head slightly in question. It was then that Y/N remembered that he had asked her something.

"Oh," Y/N said, her face reddening slightly as she looked down. "Uh, yes. . .please."

The boy gave her a small smile before turning to the locker. Y/N watched in silence as he jiggled the lock three times before turning and hitting his elbow against the metal just right, the locker door instantly popping open and making the young girl look at him in surprise.

"Woah. How did you-?" she trailed off as she looked at the boy surprised.

"I had this locker last year," the boy explained with a shrug.

"Well thank you," Y/N said as she nodded at the boy in thanks. She then took her backpack off and began to unpack some of the things she didn't need at the moment while the boy watched her curiously.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington," the boy finally decided to say, licking his chapped lips while Y/N stood up. He gave her a curious look and titled his head as if he were trying to figure her out. "And you are?"

Y/N wouldn't lie and say she wasn't surprised that Steve didn't know who she was because she was, but something about knowing that the boy didn't know about her or her past made her smile.

"I'm Y/N. Y/N Hopper," she said with a smile before zipping up her backpack and grabbing her schedule which she had placed inside her locker. She then closed her locker door before looking at Steve who had a look of shock on his face. Y/N internally winced. So he did know who she was.

"Hopper?" Steve questioned while Y/N hesitantly nodded her head. "Like Officer Hopper?"

"Yeah, he's my uncle," Y/N explained, her shoulders relaxing slightly once she realized Steve might actually not know who she is.

"Sounds like fun," Steve joked earning a small laugh from Y/N, a sound she hadn't heard leave her lips since the accident.

"He's not that bad," Y/N assured him before she glanced down at her schedule. "Shit. Um. . .do you happen to know where Mr. Barkley's room is? He teaches English."

"Yeah, I know where Barkley is. Actually, his class just happens to be next to mine so I'll just walk you there if you don't mind," Steve said, a small smile on his face.

Y/N couldn't help but smile back, thankful to have met one nice person within her first five minutes at Hawkins High. "That would be great. Thank you," Y/N sighed in relief before she fell into line beside Steve.

As they walked down the hallway, Y/N got more stares than usual. However, she didn't seem to notice since she was too busy focusing on what Steve was telling her. He basically gave her a rundown of the school and all the important people that she needed to know or avoid as they walked down the hall and by the time they had reached her classroom, Y/N felt like she knew more about the people around her than they did about herself.

"Here's Barkley's room, so I guess I'll leave you to it," Steve said as he turned to the girl. "Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe," Y/N joked before giving the boy a small smile. "Thanks again, Steve."

"Anytime, Y/N," Steve said before the two nodded at each other in goodbye. Y/N then disappeared into her class while Steve stared after her curiously. He could tell something was off with the way she held herself and her name sounded so familiar, but he just couldn't put a finger on it.

"Yo, Steve!" a voice exclaimed as a hand came down onto his shoulder. Steve jumped slightly in surprise before turning to see his best friend Tommy Hagan standing there with a confused look on his face as well as a smile.

"Oh, hey, man," Steve greeted as he turned his attention towards the boy, already forgetting about Y/N.

"What were you doing with the new girl? You do know who she is, right?" Tommy questioned, looking both confused and intrigued.

Steve gave the boy an exasperated look as he sighed and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"That's Y/N Hopper, man. She's the girl whose family got in that huge wreck on the outskirts of town. Her parents died and her brother has been missing ever since. She only just got cleared from the hospital like two weeks ago," Tommy explained while a look of realization flickered across Steve's face.

That was why she had seemed so familiar. Because she was the one he had seen all over the news about a month ago. He frowned slightly and looked back towards the door Y/N had walked through moments before, a feeling of guilt and sadness washing over him as he sympathized for the girl.

The bell ringing brought Steve back out of his thoughts and his eyes widened as he looked down to his watch. "Aw, man," Tommy sighed. "Listen I've got to get to class, but—Wait. Don't you have class like on the other side of school?"

"Yep," Steve muttered with a huff before patting Tommy's shoulder. "See you later, man."

And with that, Steve Harrington bolted down the hallway and towards his class which wasn't in the room right beside Y/N’s like he had told her, but was in fact all the way on the other side of the school.

Steve never would understand why he had decided to walk Y/N to class that day when he could've just as easily told her where it was, but in all honesty he didn't even care that he was late to class that day.

- - -

Y/N stared blankly at the class in front of her, twenty or so sets of eyes locked onto her as everyone waited expectantly for her to speak. Being her first day of school and having come in towards the end of the first semester, Mr. Barkley had thought it would be best if she introduced herself to the class. Y/N hadn't even had time to object before she was shoved to the front of the class, leaving her in the predicament she was in now.

"Uh. . .hi," Y/N finally said, her voice coming out small and slightly frightened. Taking in a deep breath, the girl gripped her notebook a little harder and continued. "I'm Y/N Hopper and I just moved here from Kentucky. I don't exactly know what else to say, so yeah."

The class just stared at her with wide eyes, some of them whispering to each other and making her eyes prickle slightly as she tried not to cry. Y/N knew that they all knew who she was and she could tell by the whispers that nothing they said about her was good.

"Very good. Well, welcome to Hawkins, Miss Hopper," Mr. Barkley said as he walked up and placed a gently hand on the girl's shoulder. His eyes scanned over the classroom before he smiled and looked to the girl. "You can go take a seat next to Nancy Wheeler." He then gestured towards an area where a girl waved ever so slightly.

Y/N nodded and kept her head low as she moved across the classroom and to the empty desk that would now end up being her own. She sat down and was instantly met with the brown haired girl that had waved at her and a short read head girl turning to look at her.

"Hi. As Mr. Barkley said, I'm Nancy and this is Barb," the brunette said, blue eyes staring back at her intently. Y/N couldn't help but notice how flawless the girl looked and she mentally frowned, suddenly feeling more self conscious than before.

"You said your name was Y/N, right?" the red head, Barb, asked. Her brown eyes flickered between Nancy and herself behind a pair of thick glasses and she gave her the tiniest of smiles while Y/N stared at her freckled face a little alarmed.

Y/N quickly cleared her throat and sat up more before nodding, "Uh, yeah."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Y/N," Nancy smiled. Her eyes flickered over the girl's face before she gave her a slight questioning gaze, "Are you already planning on sitting with anyone at lunch?"

"Not yet," Y/N said, her voice small as her shyness began to take over. She usually didn't have to deal with it, but without Thomas by her side to speak for her, it was like she was curling back up into her shell.

"Well you should totally sit with us. We have an empty seat and we would love to have you," Nancy told her while Y/N looked at her in surprise. They wanted her to sit with them?

"Please say yes," Barb pleaded. "I could use someone to help save me from the third wheeling I'm doing at the table with Nancy and her boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," Nancy practically hissed at the girl before noticing Y/N’s wide eyed stare. "But yes, please say you'll sit with us."

Y/N was silent for a moment as she processed all that was going on. Her gaze shifted between the two girls and their warm smiles were enough to have her shoulders relax slightly. She didn't even know what she was doing before she nodded ever so slightly and whispered, "Yeah, okay."

Nancy and Barb's smiles widened and they began to whisper to each other and to Y/N while Mr. Barkley rambled on about a new book the class would be reading starting the following week.

Y/N couldn't help but smile softly at the two girls and their excitement before she remained silent the rest of class. So far the people at Hawkins High were really nice and maybe, just maybe, she would end up liking it here.

- - -

School proved to be harder than she thought it was going to be. It's not that the classes were hard for her, which they weren't seeing as Y/N had been an A plus type of student since she first walked into a school. No, it was the being alone with her thoughts that were getting to her.

Having no one to listen to except for her teachers who lectured about topics she already knew meant it was quite easy for the young girl's mind to drift off into space. That was the worst possible thing that could happen to her since all she could think about were her parents and her brother.

She kept seeing the accident—the shattered glass, the blood dripping from her parents, and the door on Thomas' side of the car shaking in the breeze. She could still smell it all—the sharp scent of metallic that had seemed to punch her straight in the gut, the smell of gasoline that had mixed with the blood in the air to create a combination that Y/N would never forget.

It was all she could think about and every time she blinked it was like she was back in the car, watching in horror as the car flipped in the air and her family's screams rattled in her head.

Every class of the day ended with Y/N snapping out of her thoughts by the ringing of the bell, her hands gripping onto the edges of her desk so tightly that her knuckles were white. She left every class in a hurry, not giving anyone the chance to talk to her in fear that they might mention the accident that she knew they were dying to question her about.

A school day had never felt as long as that one and it was only when everyone began to shove past the girl and towards the cafeteria that Y/N realized it was time for lunch and she was only half way through her day.

The girl was shaking as she walked into the lunchroom, the whole room falling silent at the sight of her before the faint sound of whispering filled her ears. It took all in the girl to not break down right there and her heart ached for her brother who would've been by her side.

Y/N hadn't even realized that her breathing was starting to pick up or that her heart was beating so fast that it could've jumped out of her chest. It wasn't until a cheerful voice called out her name that she snapped out of it and it was like her breath was caught in her throat as the young girl turned to the person who had called out to her.

There Nancy Wheeler sat, a big smile on her face as she waved at the girl from where she sat at a table with her friends. Y/N stared at her like a deer caught in headlights and Nancy gave her a sympathetic smile before quickly getting up from her table and walking over to the girl.

"You're still sitting with us, right?" Nancy asked as she walked over to the girl, instantly locking their arms together and causing everyone to finally pull their eyes away from Y/N Hopper.

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed for a minute as she tried to find the right words to say. Unable to find any, the girl just nodded and Nancy sent her a sweet smile before pulling her towards the lunch table.

"Guys," Nancy announced as she walked up to her friends, "this is Y/N. She's going to sit with us today."

A chorus of 'hi's filled the air and Y/N smiled back weakly, her eyes flickering over the group. She noticed Barb who was smiling back at her before her eyes glanced over two people, a couple by the looks of it, who she didn't know. But then she caught sight of the last person and her smile became just slightly more genuine at the sight of Steve Harrington sitting there, an amused look on his face as he stared at Y/N in curiosity,

"Y/N, you already know Barb, but this is Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, and Steve Harrington," Nancy introduced, not knowing that Y/N had already met one of the three. Y/N nodded weakly in greeting before Nancy was pulling her down into the empty seat she had saved next to Barb.

Y/N set her lunchbox down on the table before shyly looking up at the group. To her surprise, Nancy sat down beside Steve who smiled at the girl before pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head, an action that made Nancy blush.

"So, Y/N," Steve said, snapping the girl out of her thoughts as he turned his attention away from Nancy and towards her. "How's your first day been?"

Y/N gulped slightly, knowing that the only reason it had been bad was because she couldn't stop thinking about her brother and her parents. Not wanting to explain, the girl merely shrugged before whispering, "It's been okay, I guess."

Y/N could practically feel the sets of eyes on her and glanced to her left to see Carol and Tommy staring at her with both curious and judgmental looks in their eyes.

Carol's icy blue eyes seemed to be staring straight into her soul as she twirled a piece of her red hair that had fallen in front of her pale face with her fingers. She blew a small bubble with the gum she was chewing and it popped before she asked in a bored tone, "You're Hopper's niece, aren't you? The one everyone's been talking about?"

Y/N paled slightly, her stomach growing a bit queasy at those words. "Uh. . .y-y-yeah, Hopper's my uncle. I don't know about the whole everybody talking about me thing," Y/N admitted as she shyly looked down at her fingers as she messed with the small piece of thread that was hanging from her shirt sleeve.

"Don't say that. You're all anyone can talk about!" Tommy exclaimed causing Y/N to glance at him and take in his freckled appearance. His brown eyes were filled with mischief as he looked at her, the slight look of amusement making his lips turn up into a smirk. "I mean, with the whole accident and all, how could anyone not talk about you?"

Y/N froze at that, her body becoming rigid as her hands balled together. "W-W-What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible to the group and causing Steve to frown as his eyes narrowed in his friend's direction.

"What even happened anyways? Your Pops not know how to drive or something?" Carol asked as she glanced at her nails in disinterest.

"Babe, the brother is the one you should be asking about," Tommy pointed out as he nudged his girlfriend before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He then glanced at Y/N. "What happened to him anyways? He's been missing for a couple of months now, right?"

They were being insensitive about the topic and everyone at the table knew it. It was as if they were purposely trying to get Y/N to leave and the girl could barely handle the questions being thrown her way, her face growing paler by the minute as her eyes began to gloss over.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Tommy questioned in amusement.

"It's no use, Tommy. He's probably dead anyways," Carol muttered and that was enough to make Y/N grab her things and jump out of her seat.

"Y/N-" Nancy began as she went to reach out for the girl, but the girl was already bolting out of the cafeteria, not caring that all eyes were once again on her.

Tommy and Carol watched her leave with small smirks on their faces before turning back around towards the table to find Nancy, Barb, and Steve glaring at them. It was that fact that Steve was glaring at them that had them furrow their eyebrows in confusion and ask, "What?"

In the hallway, Y/N was desperately trying to keep her cool, biting her lip just to hold back a sob as she shoved past people and tried to find the nearest bathroom. It wasn't long before she found it and luckily for her there was no one inside.

Y/N was quick to walk in, slamming the door shut behind her and leaning against the closed door as she let out a small sob. Tears began to stream down her face and Y/N mentally cursed herself for being so weak and for allowing a few questions like that to affect her so much.

It was like the more she tried to calm herself down, the more she couldn't breath. So Y/N stumbled over to the sink, her hands instantly gripping onto the cool metal as she shakily breathed in and out. Her whole body was shaking from her sobs and she squeezed her eyes shut only to see the car accident replaying in her head.

Her eyes instantly shot open and she looked up at herself in the mirror. She didn't even recognize the person staring back at her. For the girl she remembered being was totally different from the broken girl that stared back at her.

She watched as her reflection's lips began to quiver, her eyes filling with more tears as she realized just how alone she was. All she wanted was her family back. . .She wanted her brother back.

The bathroom door opening was enough to make Y/N straighten up, forcing herself to hide just how broken she was as she quickly wiped the tears away from her face. She couldn't do anything about the red of her eyes or the tear stains on her sleeves, so Y/N pretended as if nothing was wrong as she turned to glance at the newcomer.

She saw Nancy peaking her head out from around the corner and Y/N sighed before turning away now embarrassed, sniffing slightly as she took her sleeves and began to dab around her eyes. Nancy took this as a sign that she could come in, so the girl stepped into the bathroom and made sure the door closed behind her before standing behind Stephanie.

A silence fell among the two and Y/N continued to face away from Nancy, silently wondering why the girl had followed her to the bathroom. She didn't actually care, did she?

"Tommy and Carol are assholes," Nancy finally said, the sudden statement being enough to make Y/N chuckle weakly as she nodded her head in agreement. She didn't speak as she heard Nancy walk towards her before a soft hand was placed on her shoulder.

It took Y/N a minute before she finally allowed herself to turn her gaze towards Nancy. She was expecting the same pitied look most people gave her, but was surprised when she was only met with a kind smile and curious eyes. But what surprised her even more was when Nancy asked, "Would you want to come over tonight? We can get to know each other and you could even spend the night if you want."

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised by Nancy's question because she was so shocked that she about chocked on the air she was breathing. "You. . .you don't even know me," Y/N pointed out a little harshly, her eyebrows furrowing.

She instantly realized how rude she was after receiving an invitation that no one had ever offered her before, not even her old friends back home, and winced. "I could be a murderer," Y/N quickly added, hoping to lighten the mood with her small joke.

Nancy chuckled softly and shrugged as she said, "That's a risk I'm willing to take." She then let her eyes flicker over the girl and the look was enough to make Y/N blink in surprise at the amount of worry and care in her eyes. "Besides, you look like you could use a little time away from home."

Y/N wasn't quite sure how Nancy knew that or how she managed to make her relax, but she did and Y/N even found herself smiling. It may have been a sad smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. "You don't know how right you are," Y/N admitted in such a small voice that Nancy felt her heart ache for the girl.

"So you'll come over?" Nancy questioned, perking up slightly as she gave the girl a hopeful look.

Y/N was silent for a moment as she allowed her eyes to flicker across Nancy's face, looking for any sign of hesitance or to see if she got a feeling that Nancy was hiding something. What she was met with was the same feeling she got when she was around her brother—a feeling that made Y/N realize that maybe someone actually cared.

How that was possible after having only known Nancy for half a day would always stun Y/N, but in that moment she wanted nothing more than to push that question aside and accept the hand that was being offered to her.

After all, a night away from her uncle and the house that was way too empty for her liking was exactly what she needed.

Y/N was silent as she nodded and Nancy let out a small squeal before rushing forward and hugging her in excitement. The girl didn't have time to even blink before Nancy was pulling away to give Y/N her address.

Y/N blinked in response but smiled softly as she said, "I'll have to tell my uncle and he won't get home until after dinner, but I'll head over right after that."

"Sounds like a plan," Nancy grinned as she linked her arm with Y/N’s. "Now come on. Let's go eat outside, shall we?"

With that, the two girls walked out of the bathroom together side by side. And for the first time since the accident, Y/N felt happy.

- - -

A small shiver sent down the girl's back had Y/N halting in place as she closed her eyes, the shudder racking her body while the cold breeze blew against her. It was almost winter so Y/N understood why it would be as cold as it was, but boy did she long for summer where she didn't have to worry about freezing to death. Not that boiling was much better.

Once she had collected herself, Y/N opened up her eyes once again and stuck her tongue out as she concentrated on lining the flyer just right that she could put a staple at the top. Once the staple had dug its way into the wood of the post, Y/N put another staple at the bottom of the flyer before taking a step back.

Her eyes flickered over the flyer, hesitating slightly on the picture of her brother before she gulped at the big black words that read 'Missing.' She could feel her throat starting to constrict, a sign that tears were on their way, so Y/N was quick to look away and begin walking down the street.

She stopped wherever she could find a place to put up the flyer about her brother's disappearance. It was the next best option for finding the boy, even if everyone knew who he was now that he was a part of the biggest news story the town had ever seen.

That wasn't enough to stop her from making the flyers and hanging them up though. Y/N just had a feeling that if she kept him in the minds of others through her flyers, then maybe. . .just maybe, if someone happened to see him, they would call. Maybe Thomas would be found.

Y/N had reached a new post and struggled to get a flyer from the giant stack she was carrying without dropping the others or the stapler. Before she knew it, a small pair of hands had grabbed the stack for her, holding it out so that she could grab the top flyer without trouble.

The young girl hesitated as she took the flyer before letting her gaze fall on the young thirteen year old boy standing before her. His big brown eyes stared at her from below his bowl cut and his bright smile was just barely brighter than the orange vest that hugged his small frame. He had a small sparkle in his eyes that made Y/N relax slightly and she gave the boy a small look before whispering, "Thank you."

The boy's smile widened and Y/N stared at him one last time before turning and stapling the flyer onto the post in front of her. It was then that she turned back towards the boy, gently taking the pile of flyers from him as he stared up at her.

"I'm Will," the boy finally said, his smile wide as he held out a hand.

"Y/N," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice as she shook the boy's hand. "Thanks for your help."

"It's no problem," Will assured her with a small shrug. "I was just waiting for my brother to finish up in the store anyways and thought I be more useful helping you rather than standing there watching you struggle."

Y/N chuckled softly and nodded at the boy. "Well, I appreciate it," she told him.

"You know," Will began as he let his eyes flicker over to the flyer. "Your brother's lucky to have someone like you. If I went missing, I hope someone would try looking for me as hard as you are for Thomas."

Y/N didn't know why the words hit her as hard as they did, but her eyes teared up slightly as she looked at the kind boy. "Thank you," she whispered again while Will just smiled at her.

He then glanced back at the store that Y/N assumed his brother was in and sighed before saying, "I wish my brother would hurry up. I was supposed to be at my friend's house ten minutes ago. We're about to start a new campaign for our Dungeons and Dragons game and I cannot miss it."

Y/N perked up slightly at that, a smile on her face as she looked at the boy in amazement. "Dungeons and Dragons? I love that game," she told him.

Will's eyes lit up and he practically jumped with joy as he asked, "Really?"

Y/N nodded and gave the boy a look of disbelief as she said, "It's only the best game of all time."

Will's smile grew and he opened his mouth to talk more when a voice suddenly yelled out, "Will!" The two fell quiet as they looked over to see a boy around Y/N’s age walking out of the store and towards the two.

"Will, you can't just walk out on me like that," the boy sighed while Will gave him a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry, but I was just trying to help Y/N," Will explained as he gestured towards the girl. His brother's gaze then flickered over to Y/N as if he hadn't noticed her before and his eyes widened slightly, something that told Y/N he knew exactly who she was.

"Hi," Y/N greeted as she held a hand out. "Your brother was just helping me put up a flyer which I am extremely thankful for. I'm Y/N Hopper."

"Jonathan Byers," the boy said with a small nod as he shook the girl's hand a little hesitantly. "You're the new girl, right? I think you're in my history class."

Y/N nodded at that and smiled once she realized that Jonathan was in fact in her history class. She was pretty sure he sat two rows behind her actually. They obviously hadn't talked, but she had caught a glimpse of him when their teacher made her introduce herself in front of the class.

Jonathan gave the girl a sad smile as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm sorry about your brother," he whispered, the pity in his voice making Y/N inhale sharply.

"Oh," Y/N whispered as she shuffled awkwardly in place. "Thanks."

Will frowned once he realized the girl's sudden mood change and watched as she glanced at her flyers. He could tell she wanted to continue putting them up so that she could find her brother, so Will quickly tugged on his brother's sleeve and said, "Jonathan, we need to go. I'm already late!"

Jonathan sighed and glanced down at his little brother before looking up at Y/N and giving her a small nod. "Uh. . .I'll see you at school I guess," Jonathan said, although both knew they probably wouldn't talk to each other.

"Yeah, of course. It was nice meeting you both and thank you for helping, Will," Y/N said as she sent the younger boy a small smile in his direction.

Will quickly returned it before grabbed his brother's hand and beginning to drag him away. "Bye, Y/N! Maybe next time I see you, we can play Dungeons and Dragons!" Will exclaimed with a wave, but Y/N didn't have time to response before Will had already pulled Jonathan out of hearing range.

Y/N stared in the direction Jonathan and Will had gone before smiling softly and looking down at the flyers in her hands. It was at the sight of her brother's picture that she remembered why she was out there and the young girl let out a small sigh before continuing on her way down the street.

This was going to take a while.

- - -

Y/N didn't get home until after dinner, but thankfully her uncle wasn't home yet which meant she didn't have to explain why she was out for so long.

It's not that she wanted to hide it from her uncle, but sometimes just not talking about anything related to the accident, her parents, or her brother was easier. Jim Hopper wasn't the best when it came to feelings and the two both knew it, especially now that Y/N had been living with him for the past couple of months.

The girl couldn't even find it in herself to eat dinner, so she merely took an apple from the kitchen before heading to her room to pack a few things for the night at Nancy's. She was just putting a change of clothes into her bag when the front door opened up. She could hear the sound of her uncle's footsteps as he walked into the house and let out a loud sigh, the relief of finally being home evident.

She knew it wouldn't be long before he came to check on her, so she wasn't surprised when she heard a small knock on her door a couple of minutes later before Hopper's voice called out, "Kid?"

"Come in," Y/N said before she heard her door creak open. She glanced back in time to see her uncle take off his hat as he stepped inside and the two made eye contact for a split second before Y/N turned back around and continued packing her bag.

Hopper furrowed his eyebrows and watched the girl silently before finally asking, "You going somewhere?"

"This girl in my class offered for me to spend the night," Y/N said, the surprise evident in her voice. She hesitated before looking back at Hopper. "But I'll go only if it's okay with you. Do you mind?"

"No," Hopper said a little too quickly, his eyes wide as he stared at his niece. "No, not at all. You can go." In all honesty, if it had been under any other circumstance, he probably would've told her to stay home. But this was his niece he was talking about and he had always had a soft spot for her. And the fact that one of Y/N’s new friends was already wanting to get to know her more and inviting her over for a sleepover was enough to make him feel happy for the kid. "Who. . .who is it?"

"Her name is Nancy Wheeler," Y/N explained and Hopper nodded, already knowing who the girl was and knowing that her family would keep Y/N safe for the night.

A silence followed the two as Y/N turned and went to grab the last item for her bag. Hopper watched her as she hesitated, her fingers dancing across a dark green sweatshirt that he knew had belonged to Thomas. It wasn't a surprise that Y/N had it. She had always been stealing Thomas' sweatshirts since the two were kids and now that he was missing, she couldn't go anywhere without one of his sweatshirts hidden in her bag and wrapped around her tightly.

Hopper let his eyes flicker up to his niece's face and he smiled sadly at the sight of her utter sadness that crossed her face. Letting out a small sigh, Hopper began to walk towards her as he whispered, "Kid."

Y/N instantly snapped out of whatever trance she had been in and grabbed Thomas' sweatshirt before stuffing it into her bag. She had zipped up the backpack before Hopper could even blink and turned to him with a haunted look in her eyes. "I'm already late, so I'll just head on over I guess. I'll see you tomorrow after you get home from work, okay?" Y/N said a little rushed before she went to speed past her uncle.

Hopper sighed, not surprised by the girl's reaction. She usually did this when she knew he wanted to talk about the accident and Thomas. Not wanting to talk about it, she always found some excuse or pretended to be too busy at the moment to talk to him. But Hopper knew she was going to break one day and a part of him was always afraid it would happen when he wasn't around.

"I can drive you," Hoper suggested, but Y/N instantly tensed in response and blurted out, "No!"

A heavy silence fell among the two and Y/N sighed before relaxing her shoulders and turning to look at Hopper. "I mean, no, thank you. I can just walk," she assured him.

Hopper stared at her in silence for a moment before hesitantly nodding his head, not liking that she wanted to walk alone all the way to Nancy's house, but knowing he wouldn't be able to get her into the car. Not after what had happened.

"Okay, then. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. You be safe, okay? Call me if you need anything," Hopper told her.

Y/N nodded and gave the man a weak smile. "Will do. Thanks, Uncle Jim," she said before turning and quickly walking out of the house. Hopper stared after her silently before letting out a soft sigh and turning to go change out of his work clothes.

From the other side of the front door stood Y/N who was taking in a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She was quick to take off her backpack and unzip it before pulling the green sweatshirt out. It was only when she had Thomas' sweatshirt wrapped around her frame that she felt herself relax.

She allowed herself to stand there for a moment, basking in the feeling of Thomas' sweatshirt wrapped around her like a hug as his scent lingered in the air. It was then that she pulled out the small slip of paper she had put in her pocket that held the address and directions to Nancy's house.

And with that, Y/N began her walk to Nancy's house, totally and blissfully unaware of the events that would occur that night after she went to bed.

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Rape Escape

Easy and very effective

Requires nothing but your body

Includes attack

Nightmares and Bruises Masterlist

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Playlist

1. Nightmares and Bruises

2. Mornings and Unwanted News

3. Lost and Found

4. I Love You

5. Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

6. Brief Explanations

7. Phone Call

8. The Truth Reveals Itself

9. College Applications

10. Swimming

11. The Crash

12. I Promise

13. Where are you?

14. Coming soon

Hiking’s fun and all that - Brother Billy x reader x boyfriend Steve

A/N: That gif melted my heart fr even tho Joe looks like a creep lmfaooo I miss being able to talk to him someone ship him over to me tyvm. Hope you like it!

Word count: 2700

Warnings: angst, cursing, reader x injury, cliffhanger

Requests open!

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Alphas only brought trouble.

The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omegas pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  

She didn’t need an Alpha and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  

Not again.

No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists.

And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Chapter 1 - Wrong Choices & What Ifs 

Chapter 2 - As Black as Night 

Chapter 3 - Missing You & Me

Chapter 4 - Whiskey Isn’t Strong Enough 

Chapter 5 - I Don’t Feel a Thing 

Chapter 6 - Imprinting on You 

Chapter 7 - Guess Some Things Never Change 

Chapter 8 - Old Wounds Never Heal 

Chapter 9 - Light As a Feather 

Chapter 10 - I’m Only Perfect Because of You 

Chapter 11 - You’ve Had My Heart  

Chapter 12 - I Can’t Live Without You

Chapter 13 - When You smile 

Chapter 14 - I Want to Love You 

Chapter 15 - All My Stars 

Chapter 16 - Only the Heavens Know

Chapter 17 - Past Calls You to Run 

Chapter 18 - Holding a Losing Hand

Chapter 19 - Poison In My Blood  

Chapter 20 - Playing With Fire

Chapter 21 - Burn

Epilogue: Stardust & Fairytales 

Extras: 

Kitties & Bumps - Oneshot 

Theme tune: Let You Love Me

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader AU

THE THINGS WE’VE DONE - BUCKY BARNES X TELEPATHIC READER MASTERLIST

All you wanted was simplicity. You had moved to Washington, DC for a better start - to get away from what you were, to get away from what you were expected to be. You never thought you’d meet the Captain America in a bar just three days after moving. You never thought there would be a dangerous person in your apartment just hours after meeting him.

Beginning with the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Hydra sends its most deadly weapon after a powerful telepath untested in the range of her abilities. Intrigued by the broken pieces of his mind, the two of you make an agreement: he helps you hide from Hydra, and you repair and salvage what’s left of his memories.

THIS SERIES IS RATED MATURE FOR SOME GRAPHIC VIOLENCE [AND SEXUAL THEMES IN LATER CHAPTERS]

This series uses formatting for effect. In order to fully experience the story, it is recommended that you do not read it on the tumblr mobile app.

[Read it on AO3]

[Moodboard // Aesthetic]

Part 1

Prologue & Chapter One: Steve Rogers

Chapter Two: The Man in Your Apartment

Chapter Three: Broken Promises

Chapter Four: Purple and Red

Part 2

Chapter Five: Bruises

Chapter Six: The Corridor

Chapter Seven: Fly Away Birdie

Chapter Eight: Responsibility (To Them, To You)

Chapter Nine: Staircases

Chapter Ten: Feels Like Blue

Chapter Eleven: The Basement

Chapter Twelve: You Don’t Scare Me (But I Should Scare You) [Moodboard]

Chapter Thirteen: Breathe

Chapter Fourteen: Silence, Violence (Sometimes It’s The Same)

Chapter Fifteen: Nightmares

Chapter Sixteen: Teach Me Something You Shouldn’t // I’ll Tell You Something I Shouldn’t

Chapter Seventeen: Christmas Special

Chapter Eighteen: Domesticity

Chapter Nineteen: Chess Pieces

Chapter Twenty: Guilty (You’re Not You’re Not You’re Not)

Chapter Twenty-One: Two One Night Stands

Chapter Twenty-Two: Somewhere in Europe, 1945

Chapter Twenty-Three: Record Players & Nicknames & Her Eyes

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Tattoo Coming Soon

Chapter Twenty-Five Coming Soon

Part 3 Coming Soon

Wings Of Flame- Masterlist :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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“Roger, there’s only room in this band for one hysterical queen.” - Freddie, in Bohemian Rhapsody movie.

WELL, I say there’s room for two hysterical queens, and here’s why:

they’re both gorgeous women.

they’re both two drunk toths.

they’re both stylish as fuck and don’t fight me on that.

they’re both the sweetest shits in the universe.

their friendship is so adorable, even tho they argued and almost kicked each other’s ass all the time.

they’re so f u c k i n g handsome.

and they’re both so talented. I mean LOOK AT THEM.

so clap your hands for this two hysterical queens.

(ps: feel free to add some more reasons because we stan)

“Don’t you hear me calling you ?”

This looks like that Freddie is actually saying goodbye…

I have found more pics guys 🥺

I love this photo, it has so much meaning… one of the greatest and saddest. ❤️

Brian was singing love of my life.

005 Pt.3

I haven’t ate, I haven’t slept. It was almost a two month since they took him. Since I heard his voice, feel his comforting touch…heard his heartbeat.

The silent tear slide down my cold cheek. I was lying on my side, looking at stone wall.

What did they do to him? Why haven’t he returned yet?

Without him, the voices in my head became almost unbearable. They were whispering something I couldn’t able to understand. It almost like the whole world is speaking at once.

Since my brother’s disappearance, the voices wouldn’t stop talking.

I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much. I tightly squeezed my eyes, trying to shut them.

“Stop” I said under my breath. “Please…leave me alone” I gripped my head between my arms. They only get louder. The panic rose inside of me.

I sat up quickly with crisscrossed legs, my back to the door. I feel the slight headache; my fingers were trying to sooth it. I was rocking back and forth.

My brother taught me to do breathing exercises for the occasions like that. Inhale, hold the breath and exhale. I did it three times.

The panic disappeared, the headache too. But the voices were still there.

The thought came to my head: maybe I don’t need to fight them?

I relaxed a little, trying to listen.

……they…….he should die……c-cant fight Him…..

I scrunched my brows. What are they talking about?

tt-they couldn’t….stop….Him……He is……already here

Who is here? Are they talking about my brother?

The voices sounded scared.

…..he is here…..HE IS HERE!!!!!....

I gasped at the high-pitched voice, clutching my head with my hands. The pain was unbearable. I feel like my head were breaking in two. I didn’t notice the warm blood was trickling down from my nose. My whimpers can be heard outside my cell.

I didn’t know what to do. I’m here alone, without my brother to calm me, to banish the voices and worries in my head. I cried out in pain.

It is all THEIR fault. They took everything from you: freedom, childhood, name, my brother. They would pay. They. All. Will. PAY.

Then everything was going in slow motion:

I want to scream.

I gasped one more time, feeling my blood boiling inside of me.

Then all my fear, all my anger, all my pain were thrown out of me. The power that I held inside explodes with full force.

And I screamed

The items in my cell were thrown back, the lights flicked and then exploded above me. The whole room trembled.

But then, perfect silence fell. It’s like all came on their place. I didn’t feel any emotions right now. The voices became one and now I can understand what they were saying.

I’m so confused and tired. But before I could do something, I heard a door opened behind me.

‘’Well, well darling. Your powers finally came out.’’

I slowly turned my head to look up at Dr.Banner, my brows furrowed.

‘’W-what?’’ His face broke out with the smile and he chuckled, coming close to me.

‘’My beautiful girl’’ He said while stroking my cheek ‘’you didn’t even know how powerful you are’’ then his face turned blank ‘’and what I’ve done to make you like this’’

What is he talking about? What has he done?

Seeing the confused look on my face, he continued ‘’You will understand later, that it all was for you’’ I saw like the sorrowful look on his face.

And then like it all clicked in my head.

‘’Ww-where is he? Where is 004?’’ I asked him in shaking tone, tears breaming my eyes.

‘’It doesn’t matter now, 005. All it matters is you, and you power, that you finally manage to revive…’’

I feel the anger boiling inside me and I raised into my weak legs, looking right in his eyes.

‘’Where is my brother?” I whispered in low tone. I didn’t notice the looks on guards faces, when my pale face became angrier in instant, my clear blue eyes were shining with slight red color, my lips was in thin line. I was fuming. They stepped back from me.

“WHERE IS HE??” I screamed at the top of my lungs. All of them gripped their ears in pain and fell to their knees.

I didn’t think much and bolted to the door, running through the corridors. The adrenalin was surging through me.

Then all goes red and sirens were started ringing. I flinched because of the loud sound, but keep running. I was out of breath, when I came to the big metal door. It’s like the voices was begging me to open it.

I don’t know what happened, but the next thing I know I was standing face to face with the portal and it was like breathing on it’s own. Like it was calling, luring for me to enter.

I came closer. The voices became soother and more lower, darker. It was fascinating.

My hand reached out to touch it, it was sleek and warm.

But then I heard shouting and steps approaching the metal door.

I was so scared to come back here, to that cell. I didn’t think twice and just enter the black portal.

I fall down on the leaves. I coughed and lifted my head to see where I was. It was so dark around, cold and lonely.

I shivered; eyes weren’t leaving the forest surrounding me.

“Where am I?” I whispered to myself with shaking breath.

Yoü and I

Title: Yoü and I

Summary: 1940s AU-ish. Because Bucky and Steve still go to War, but nothing after that is ever the same.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader; Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Rating: language

Word count: 4.1k (it was only supposed to be 1k, we can all now confirm that I am unable to write the elusive drabble)

A/N: I needed a break from TOFWYA, the inspo is running a little low so put this together to try and get those juices flowing again xoxo

Title Inspo: Lady Gaga - Yoü and I (Born This Way)

Quickly sliding into the booth at the bar, you tucked yourself under the heavy weight of Bucky Barnes’ arm, giving him and Steve Rogers who sat opposite a quick hello. “Don’t let him see me,” you begged. “Barnes, the least you could do is help me, for Christ’s sake.”

Bucky, perplexed, looked up and around, attempting to figure out in the dimly lit club whom you were trying to disappear from. “Who’s the dropkick you’re ditchin’?” he adjusted his posture to hide you a little better than he had been when you dashed over and forced yourself into his embrace.

“I’m on the worst date… Of. My. Life,” you hissed, eyes darting around. “Sergeant Boring! I don’t even know why I agreed to go out with him!”

“Is he still here?” Steve quirked an eyebrow.

“I dunno, I’ve been hiding in the ladies for the last 35 minutes. I’m hoping he got the idea and just took off,” you confided as Steve and Bucky chuckled quietly, not overly surprised you ditched your date instead of seeing the night through. “And if not, I figure you guys could sort it out for me if he sees me sitting here now… and what a relief you’re here!”

“The lengths you go to just to get near me, sweetheart,” Bucky teased but added, “Your soldier still here?”

You sighed and sat up, brushing your curls from your eyes and shuffling out of Bucky’s grasp, spying where you were previously sitting. Cocktail table now vacant and a wad of bills sitting unattended were all that adorned it. “He’s gone.”

“You probably broke his poor heart,” Bucky couldn’t resist.

“Wasn’t the first, won’t be the last,” you shrugged, non plussed.

“That sass,” Bucky muttered to himself, shaking his head.

Steve snickered. “You gonna stay at least?”

“Absolutely,” you said, stealing Bucky’s whiskey and taking a deserved sip.

“Anything else of mine you wanna claim tonight?” Bucky wondered.

“This’ll do,” you winked. “So, you got ya orders, huh?” you tried to hide your disappointment, taking Bucky in.

“Yes, ma’am,” he sat up a little straighter in the booth and knuckled his peaked cap before tilting it over his stormy blue eyes, pride etched over his handsome features. “Ship out in the morning.”

“In the morning?! Bucky Barnes, if I didn’t come in here tonight, were you even going to tell me, or would I have to have found out from Steve or Becca when you no-showed to church on Sunday morning?” you hissed.

“What? And miss you getting all riled up over little, old me?” he grinned widely as a waitress passed and Bucky signalled for another round. In truth, he was hoping to ship out and avoid the conversation altogether. He’d cop the lecture when the War had been won.

“I’ve known you too long, I know all your tricks, James Buchanan Barnes,” you replied softly. “I would have been devastated if you left without saying goodbye.”

“Buck got us dates tonight,” Steve rolled his deep blue eyes, you noted his lack of enthusiasm. The fact they were sitting together without beautiful dames on their arms suggested just how well the night had in fact gone for them both. “Priorities, ya know?”

“Of course, Stevie. Priorities,” you huffed, still frowning at Bucky who seemed a little less comfortable than usual under your gaze before he looked away altogether. “I can’t believe you were gonna just leave.”

“You’ve turned me down so many times, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled. “I couldn’t deal with that rejection the night before I go and take on Hilter. How could I win the War if I’ve got a broken heart for you rejecting my advances yet again?”

“Oh, can it, Bucky,” you rolled your eyes before chewing your lip, biting back the quivers that urged. Steve reached across the table and gripped your palm in his clammy hand, knowing your anger was just a show of how upset you truly were. You figured Steve understood exactly how you felt.

“I’ll still be here, doll,” Steve reassured you. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Thank God for Steve Rogers,” you said decidedly, sliding from the booth and moving in beside Steve, much to Bucky’s detriment as you crossed your arms over your chest. “He’d never let anything happen to me,” you told Bucky pointedly.

“No, I guess he wouldn’t,” Bucky agreed quietly with a shifty smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as the drinks arrived at the table. They each raised a glass.

“To Sergeant Barnes’ safe and speedy return,” you said, voice shaky before throwing the drink back in one hit. The boys did the same, the toast their only wish.

After dropping Steve at his apartment, you wandered the few extra blocks to your family’s building, Bucky volunteering to go out of his way on his last night in town. It was the absolute least he could do after thinking he could pull a fast one over you.

You stood on the first step and gave Bucky a small smile. “Please come home,” you said softly, flicking the bill of his cap up to see his handsome face, his stony eyes bright but he blushed a little as he nodded slowly and chewed on his lower lip, contemplating your words. Your heart was broken. You’d known the charmer your whole life, a few years younger than Bucky and in classes with his sister, Becca, you’d spent a fair amount of time with the Barneses as you grew up and now he was leaving you.

Your little (exponential) crush had kicked in on Becca’s fetching older brother around your 13th birthday, Bucky, then 16 – star of the school basketball and baseball teams. You were struggling in one of your science courses and Becca dragged Bucky away from nothing in particular to begrudgingly help you with your science homework. You were surprised when Becca confided Bucky was a real nerd in the keenest sense of the word and he’d tutor you if you needed it. He was patient and would happily kill hours encouraging you get your head around what you originally thought you couldn’t. Stupidly assuming he just by on his devilish good looks, athletic prowess and popularity, it astonished you he backed up being a bit of a nerd who enjoyed the universe and numbers.

It was when you turned 17 that it all changed for Bucky. Then nearly 20, a flick had switched and you were exactly what he wanted and simply could not have. Too young and inexperienced, but fresh faced and filling out just right in all the right places, he thought. He’d relentlessly pursued you while he dated the rest of the girls in the city, always claiming you were the one he just couldn’t catch. That was still the case, but you wouldn’t give in until he could promise he was done with that part of his life. You weren’t ready to settle but you weren’t going to take backseat with some hussy either.

“I will,” he promised, gently taking you hands in an intimate show you rarely displayed to each other. “How much do ya think you’ll miss me?”

You scrunched up your face and freed a hand, indicating about an inch on your thumb and index finger. He laughed, dropping his scrutiny.

“Sounds about right.”

“Don’t be too impulsive over there, okay?”

“I won’t. What do you think ya gonna do without me around?”

You hummed in response. “I guess attempt to keep Steve out of trouble…” you couldn’t resist giggling. “Don’t fall over yourself, Sergeant. I’ll keep my idle hands busy somehow.”

“Huh,” he scoffed quietly. “Sweetheart, please… If I ask you a question, will you try not to punch me?”

Your fist was already balled and waiting for his follow up. He did have a face that sometimes deserved the occasional slap when he got a little too cheeky for words but you were struggling. “Can’t do that. You say a lot of stupid things, Barnes.”

He smiled, and loosened your hands to wrap them around his neck, before skimming his hands down your sides to your waist. It was bold and surprising, but you were emotional, on the verge of tears seeing this wonderful boy who grew up into this perfect man and had been resisting throwing your arms around him since you left Steve to beg Bucky to stay.

“Will you wait for me?”

“Wait for you?” you frowned, a little confused.

“Yeah,” he swallowed. Suave, cocksure Bucky Barnes was nervous, you realised. “I – I have no place asking this. But will you be my girl and wait for me? When I get home, I’ll make an honest woman out of you. No more lines and games, just you and me?” he asked quietly.

“And you were going to leave without saying this?” the scepticism in your voice evident.

“I think I was, yeah,” he shyly admitted. “But then you gatecrashed mine and Steve’s night so I had to say something,” he gently teased. “Because you’re so good to me, you keep me on my toes. You’re so beautiful and the sweetest, doll. And you give me more sass than any other woman, including Ma and my sisters combined, that I ever met.”

You giggled quietly, tears breaking free of their confines behind your eyes. “What if someone better comes along though?”

He shook his head. “They won’t.”

Still a step below you, but eye to eye, he raised his lips to yours and crushed your mouth to his, the grip he had on your body as tight as anything as you held each other, flush against the other. Hearing a throat cleared by an unimpressed passed by, you somehow dragged your lips from Bucky’s, his smeared in your red lipstick. You giggled quietly, thumbing away the evidence.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

You moved up another step and shrugged. “Take it as a maybe.”

“Maybe?” he rubbed his jaw. “Wow. I put myself out there for just a ‘maybe’?” his smile widening. The cheek of this boy. “That kiss did not feel like a ‘maybe’, dollface.”

Taking the distance at once, he was once again before you. “Please come home,” you repeated. “I’ve wanted this for far too long for you not to come back to me, Bucky Barnes.”

“I’ll come back to you. I’ll take Hilter out myself if it means I’m back to you faster,” he whispered, eyes searching yours. “Be mine, sweetheart.”

“I’m yours.”

The letters from Bucky were regular. The night you swore yourselves to each other, he promised at least 1 letter per week. More, if timing permitted and occasionally you did get a few more. The War effort had intensified and Steve, no longer sickly little scrappy Steve and now super soldier Steve (you’d sat through enough Captain America short films to realise little Steve wasn’t fooling anyone with his new alter ego), had found himself in Europe as well. It all happened so quickly, losing your best friends to the war effort. Your head was spinning.

When Bucky’s letters ceased for a while, you were beginning to expect the worst and found yourself spending more time with Becca and her mother, just in case they received a dreaded letter from the War office. Relief washed over you all when Bucky’s familiar scrawl found its way back to the mailbox. Bucky glazed over his time in Italy but to his surprise, found Steve there. A new Steve that Bucky just couldn’t seem to get his head around. You could only imagine Bucky’s reaction. You would have paid to have seen Bucky’s surprise.

Bucky’s letters explained they were now a part of a specialist squad called The Howling Commandos, Steve as their Captain (this perplexed you no end but knew you’d eventually get the whole story), Bucky his second in charge and a few other internationals. The letters continued even if they weren’t the same jovial letters he’d sent before Italy and that was all that mattered to you. The letters meant Bucky was safe and alive.

Until Steve’s letter arrived. It was short, tear-stained and unwelcome to you after the first read.

‘I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save him. I’ll be home as soon as I can.

Captain Steve Rogers.’

Steve’s letters ceased after that too. The Allies had accepted surrender from the Nazis. The War in Europe was over. You’d seen the front page of the newspaper. You knew what had happened to Steve. How could this be your new normal?

The tears were relentless, they caught you in even the most generic of tasks: walking to work, doing the dishes, putting on your make up. The pain in your chest was excruciating and constantly felt like someone was purposefully pushing the air out of your lungs. You don’t know how long you trapped yourself in your bedroom, you couldn’t be coaxed by your parents except for the occasional mealtime and church every once in a while. Days, weeks, it all felt like a continuous agonising spiral of horrible nightmares and memories of you with your men in happier times. Even the happier memories now felt like salt in the wounds.

You’d somehow resumed your job at the telephone company, life seemingly getting back to normal except for the gaping hole in your heart that was threatening to implode every day. You’d eventually agreed to go out with the girls from work one Friday evening to the infamous Stork Club, just so you could try and convince yourself your life hadn’t completely fallen apart. A few drinks, “maybe a nice man to have a slow dance with” was on offer. You scoffed to yourself but agreed, knowing in your heart, no one would ever dance as well as Bucky.

The Stork Club was where you would join Steve, Bucky and a few other friends some Friday nights for drinks and dancing. Bucky always managed to get you on the dancefloor and show you a good time, he never had any formal training but he knew how to move in ways you could only dream of. The thought of being in his arms during a slow dance made you blush.

You couldn’t feign the excitement to be there and excused yourself early, much to the easy acceptance of your girlfriends. “We’re just glad we could get you out a little, darling. It’ll get easier,” they said. “We promise.”

Who were they to know how you were feeling? None of hadn’t lost a lover or a brother. They just didn’t understand and you selfishly wished you could live in the same innocence. You wished you were in their shoes too. How simple it could be.

Off the train and meandering back to your apartment, you sighed, taking the slow way back. What were you rushing back to? Stopping past delis, you spied friends inside that hollered and called for you to join for supper, but you gave a polite smile and skipped off quickly so no one would bother the effort to drag you inside.

Tediously your feet pulled you to the apartment, unlocking the door to the building then meandering up the stairs to the fourth floor. Hearing the quiet music inside and the laughter, you debated even entering (wouldn’t be the first time you’d scaled the fire escape to get back into the building). Your parents were clearly entertaining, a fact they probably told you but like most things said directly to you these days, it was lost on deaf ears.

Reluctantly turning the knob and pushing the heavy door open, you gave a small smile to your parents and their guests, not bothering to take in who was making the racket before scooting directly to the kitchen for a glass of water, the earlier night’s drinks still present in your system.

The joviality from the living room turned to hushed whispers as you stared out the window to the clear Brooklyn evening. Still brightly lit from the Manhattan skyline, you tipped the rest of the glass down the sink –

“I almost die and you don’t even say hello when you see me?”

Your heart had stopped, hearing that arrogant mutter. But your body shook, you were laughing. It seemed so foreign these days. You’d finally fuckin’ lost it. Now you were hearing his voice too. You were officially mad and wondered just how close you were to your parents committing you.

“I almost die and you won’t even turn around?” his amused voice continued.

There’s nothing to say, you told yourself, gripping the sink, fingers tapping persistently as you felt yourself lose control from top to toe. Body shaking, you instantly froze as an arm wrapped itself around your waist, the weight of his chin on your shoulder, his warm, smooth cheek against yours.

“I almost die and you don’t want to even look at me? I promise, I’m still as handsome as I was… just my arm in a sling, sweetheart. But I’ve been told by the nurses that it’s quite charmin’ too.”

His grasp managed to turn you around and you leaned against the bench to avoid your legs from going from under you. Those stony eyes and their mirth, the dimple on this clean-shaven right cheek, that overconfident wide toothy grin. You slammed your weeping eyes closed again, the flooding salt stinging your cheeks.

“God, I missed you,” Bucky pulled you into his reach, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead as his frame still towered over you. “Look how beautiful you are tonight.”

“If I talk, they’ll hear me and I’ll surely be sent to the loony bin,” you replied, head lolling under his gentle touch though you refused to open your eyes. “Don’t.”

“Doll, it’s me,” he said quietly. Meek, even. “Open your eyes and look at me. Please.”

After a sharp inhale, you managed to give into the single request, the tears held back drenching your cheeks, prickling your skin.

“Hi, sweetheart. Where were you tonight? Hope you weren’t waiting for someone better to come along,” Bucky gave you a small smile. He could feel your fear. He could see the disbelief in your eyes. “Been here with your ma and pa for hours. Was about to go out and look for you myself. You weren’t dancin’ with another guy, I hope?”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you whispered.

“Doc agrees with that assessment. It’s a long story,” he told you, dropping his eyes. “But here I am. Here to make an honest woman outta you. Just like I promised I would.”

You laughed amid the tears, covering your mouth with your hands. It was hilarious, you had officially lost it. You could imagine the men in white coats bursting through the apartment door.

“Can I come in yet?” Steve’s voice called.

“She doesn’t believe it’s me,” Bucky called back over his shoulder, a small chuckle bubbling from his lips. “I’m working harder right now than I ever did before we went to War.”

New and proportionately improved Steve appeared in the doorway and leaned against the frame in his army garb, much like Bucky who was holding you upright at this point. He gave a single wave as your jaw predictably dropped. “Good gracious,” you mumbled as Steve blushed, laughing behind his hand.

“Babydoll,” Bucky whispered, taking your face in one of his palms, forcing your attention onto him again – his right hand, you noted, the warmth – no, the excruciating heat – of his skin bringing you back to him as he wiped some tears away from your blotchy skin. “It’s me. I’m home,” he left a single kiss on your lips. When he noticed your eyes still closed, he didn’t hesitate for another kiss, be damned he was in your father’s house, with you pressed up against him all bets were off.

You fought tooth and nail to push him away, but that kiss was just too familiar. Too raw, too real. Willpower gone, you eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around him. With a gasp, he pulled back with a small, satisfied smile. “Thought that might bring you back to me.”

“You’re here,” you told him. You noted Steve shyly looking away, a little embarrassed for you both. “And you. Steve.”

“You can say hi to him if you want, I won’t be offended,” Bucky teased, letting you go as you shook your head and held Bucky tighter. “I know he’s not what you remember. Not what I remember either,” he scoffed as Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you apologised, eyes stuck firmly on Bucky. You finally noticed the chicken wing his left arm was in and gently ran a hand over the sling as Bucky nodded his head for Steve to leave. Not much had changed.

“What did he tell you?” Bucky whispered.

“Only that he couldn’t save you. When your mother got the MIA letter, there wasn’t much more to consider, Buck. What happened?”

“Retribution for dragging Stevie onto The Cyclone at Coney Island,” Bucky mumbled, non-committal as usual. He didn’t need you to know the ins and outs of his Wartime experience right now. There would be plenty of time for that later.

You burst out laughing, the memories of you and Bucky dragging Steve and Becca to the boardwalk. They hated the rides that you and Bucky lived for. “What?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, Bucky.”

“I fell from a speeding loco in the Alps. There is absolutely no way I should have survived. I can’t – “ he paused, lowering his eyes, unable to find the words. “I still can’t explain it. But Stark has some interesting theories.”

“Inventor Howard Stark?” your eyes widened in surprise as Bucky’s brush with celebrity.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Howard Stark.”

“Are you in any pain?”

Bucky shook his head. “No, the sling is merely just to get sympathy from the dames,” he joked as you threatened to punch him on his left side. “Kidding. I’m kiddin’, doll. Been a pin cushion since the fall though, had every test known to man run on me. But the War is over, I’m alive and I’m home.”

You breathed. “Yes, you are.”

“You believe me, right?” he chuckled. “You see me now?”

“It’s you. I see you.”

“You’re not going mad,” he started to break into that silly, smug grin again. “Well, maybe a little since you won’t let me go.”

“I can’t,” you told him. “I won’t.”

“Good, I don’t want you to,” he leaned down to kiss you again. “Come on, you go say hi to Cap and your parents,” he swatted at your bottom as you giggled quietly and nodded, wandering from the kitchen where he allowed himself a minute or two to collect himself as well before following you.

At Coney Island a few weeks later, Steve had introduced you to Peggy Carter. Headstrong, witty and gorgeous, you had clicked with her right away and could listen to that English accent for hours on end. She admitted she didn’t have many girlfriends stateside but now that she would be based in New York City permanently, she’d love to get a drink some time. You were happy for Steve, how he’d gotten everything he ever wanted and needed. You were a little humoured since Peggy was just Bucky’s type, you had to wonder if he had put the moves on her. Regardless of his promises to you before the war, Bucky Barnes had a reputation to protect, after all. You assumed, yes, he had made an unsuccessful pass after Peggy’s innocent ribbing.

Steve and Peggy were now on another train on their way back to the city while you and Bucky headed back to Brooklyn.

You weren’t in a dissimilar situation, you realised as you held Bucky’s hand and snuggled into his left side now he was sans sling, exhausted from a big day. He’d been quiet all day, you hadn’t minded. In fact, you even felt a little guilty spending most of the day with Peggy, leaving the men meander behind and chat amongst themselves.

“You okay, Buck?” you asked him, stealing his attention from his stare out the train window. He gave a half smile and a nod.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he gave you a small kiss. “You got a little sun today,” he gently pulled your sunglasses from your face and kissed the red tip of your nose.

“Oops,” you made a face, hoping it wasn’t bad enough to peel. “You’ve just been a bit… quiet. Which is strange for you,” you couldn’t resist taunting him.

“Not intentional – just couldn’t get a word in between you and Carter chewing each others ears off,” he grinned widely, putting your concerns at bay with that wicked smile alone.

“Smartass,” you giggled, resting your head back on his shoulder as he pulled you closer.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you temple and resumed his gaze out the window again. You looked up and stared at his profile, gently prodding his face back to yours.

“What?”

He blushed a little. “I just said – ”

“I heard you,” you told him. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” he said with a meagre shrug, embarrassed to repeat himself.

“I love you too,” you said, this time able to reply and not recoil in shock as he leaned down and kissed you again with a pleased hum.

“Told ya I was gonna make an honest woman outta you.”

“Huh,” you scoffed, spying your left hand. “Figure I’ve still got some time.”

He nodded with a smirk. “Your days are numbered, sweetheart. Numbered.”

005 Pt.2

Previously 

Me and my twin brother 004 were sitting in our cell. We were inseparable since birth, he was older for 5 minutes than me. Our bond was so strong, that Dr.Banner wasn’t able to place us in different rooms. 

Sometimes a little girl named 011 was sitting in the opposite cell of us. We were keeping her company. She is sweet, innocent and didn’t know about things these people were trying to do with us. She is like what? 12? We were the oldest here, we were 16. I heard about the girl named 008, maybe she was our age. But I’ve never seen her though. That’s it, there are 4 of us. I were thinking about our tattoos: why 005? Where are the others? What happened to them? Maybe its just random numbers…

I was so into my head, that I didn’t hear my brother were speaking to me.

‘’Hey, what are you thinking about, shortie?’’ I snorted at his nickname for me. I wasn’t even this short. Yeah, he was taller that me and so what?

‘’Nothing, brother. Just random things’’ i let out a sigh, rubbing my wrist with the tattoo.

‘’Hearing the voices again?’’ he asked me, looking concerned.

I glanced at him with a small smile ‘’No, not today. Don’t worry about me’’ always so protective.

‘’Than, what’s in your head, doll?’’ he sit beside me, dropping his arm around me. I leaned on his shoulder with the sigh. 

‘’Eh…I was thinking about what’ll happen to us in future’’

He tensed a little and squeeze you closer to him. ‘’I don’t know sis…I don’t know’’

I closed my eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat. His other hand was holding mine. One memory came to my head, I smiled at the thought:  we have our thing, when one of us is sad or nervous, the other is holding their pointer finger in their hand, rubbing the knuckle with the thumb. We have a lot of things like that, but that is my favorite.

When we are alone, we weren’t talking about our powers. I don’t like to talk about it, he too. The comfortable silence dropped between us.

When suddenly the door to our cell was threw open. Two guards came in with Dr.Banner trailing behind them.

We quickly stood up. My brother shielded me with his body, keeping the arm around me protectively. 

‘’Well, well, well…my two strongest twins. I hope you rested well’’ That low timbre of Dr.Banner’s voice was always frightening you to the core. My brother’s arm tightened around me. I was looking at Dr.Banner over his shoulder.

‘’There is a special task for you, it takes a lot of….training and preparations’’ He walked closer to us, 004 made a step back, my right hand was clutching his shoulder, other hand his waist. A sly smirk broke out of Banner’s face, watching us.’’I made a decision: one of you will come with me, so you need to decide yourselves who it will be’’

I feel my brother’s body going rigid, he bring me closer to him, before I clutched him even more tighter. 

‘’You know the rules’’ Dr.Banner said after a while.’’You’ll come willingly, or…’’ Two of the guards grab longs tasers, turning them on. I flinched by the sounds of electroshocks. My body started trembling with fear.

Then my brother’s voice suddenly distract me from the guards.

‘’I will come, but don’t touch her’’ you hear 004 said. Banner’s face broke out with grin. 

‘’W-what are you doing??’’ I whispered in his ear, as his grip on me loosened. He turned around to face me with his hard look on his face.

‘’I know what i am doing, sister’’

‘’Very well, I thinks it all settled’’ Dr.Banner clapped, before made a movement with his hand to the guards.’’Take him’’ The guards came closer to us.

‘’NO, please don’t leave me!’’ I said with despair. The tears filling my eyes. 

004 gripped my arms to steady me. ‘’Listen to me’’ he said while looking down at me ‘’Listen, you’re going to be fine, doll, okay?’’ I were furiously shaking my head, tears started falling.

‘’N-no..no, you can’t leave me here alone. W-what if you don’t r-return’’ My hands were shaking uncontrollably.

’’We don’t have choice…’’ He said while his hands came around me. His left hand was holding me to him tightly, his right came to the back of my head, stroking my hair. I was crying so hard, that i couldn’t breath.

‘’Please, munchkin, don’t cry.’’ He slowly pulled away, while his hands came to my face, brushing away tears from my cheeks.

‘’I love you so much, sister. You’re gonna be okay, I’m sure of it.  You are very brave, smart and strong, my little cupcake’’ He grinned down at me, trying to comfort me with his stupid nicknames. I smiled at his attempt. 

‘’There is beautiful smile i love so much’’ His came closer ‘’I love you, doll, always have and always will’’ I closed my eyes. 

’’I love you too, so much’’ I said with the shaking breath ‘’Always have, and always will’’ 

His lips lingered on my forehead, slowly inhaling. Then he pulled away from me, while I whimpered.

Dr.Banner was watching out interaction, rolling his eyes. ‘’That was very sweet.’’ he said with sarcastic tone ‘’TAKE HIM! NOW!’’

The guards came closer to my brother. 

He was holding my pointer finger with his hand, still trying to calm me. 

I was watching how soldiers were taking my brother from me. Our hands disconnect. My heart was breaking in million pieces. Our eyes were locked on each other, until the door clicked close. I collapsed on my knees, rocking myself, my hands came around me for comfort. I cried and cried until my head started to hurt.

Then everything gone black.

005 Pt.1

1983

My eyes feel heavy and the buzz in my head is killing me. 

I try to move my hand, but it was strapped to the bed. 

Why I’m strapped? Where am I?

My senses were slowly coming back to me, when I heard the noise of opening door. 

“Hello darling” this voice... I heard it somewhere. 

“It’s time to wake up, 005”

005. T-that’s me. 

Slowly I open my eyes. All was blurry, but I manage to spot the figure of Dr.Banner. 

“Why...W-what happened to me?” I croaked, my throat feels dry. 

“You are very brave, 005” he said in low voice, stroking my cheek with his cold fingers, while doctors were releasing my wrists. I tried to sooth the burning feeling of the ropes

“You became more powerful than you’ve already been, darling”

I’m so confused. What did they do. Then a sudden jolt of migraine hit my head. 

I grimaced. 

“Why my head is killing me, Papa?”

He smiled a little to me “It doesn’t matter now, child, it’ll go away” he was holding the strand of my golden hair between his fingers. “Rest now. We’ll check you later for your new training” He glanced at me one more time and leaved with the click of the door. 

I was just laying on the bed, trying to remember, but I can’t. Why can’t I remember anything... 

Then it hit me. A cold sweat broke out of my skin. My whole body started trembling.  My whimpers became louder. I jolted from the bed, my vision got blurry from the sudden movement. On my weak legs I manage to stand up from the bed. Grasping the railing for support I was approaching the metal door. I was so drained, so I collapsed on my knees panting, before started screaming: “W-WHERE IS MY BROTHER?! WHERE IS HE?!” 

I feel the whole room started shaking furiously and the lights flickering above my head. But I didn’t notice this, all the thoughts were running through my head about my brother.

My cries and screams echoed from the lab to the whole dark forest of Hawkins. 

Волчонок Pt.2

You were sitting in the middle of the small room, your back was facing the cell door. You were silently listening to the sounds around you.

You made out the sound of approaching loud steps. You knew to whom they were belong.

The silence was disturbed by the sound of opening door to your sell.

You didn’t even flinch. You knew that’s going to happen and what’ll happen next. 

The heavy sound of boots approached behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to see who is it. That smell you could recognize everywhere: leather, sweat and blood. 

Vlasov. The name that’s haunting you everyday. 

He is tall, muscular, smart with the powerful aura around him. That’s why he is a leader in there. He was the one who took you from your family as a child, burning down the village where you were born. 

“Ну здравствуй, Волчонок”,- you feel the smirk on his face - “Are you ready for your routine?»

A deep threatening growl came out of you chest. 

The soldiers, who were standing in the cell, made a step back from you. They’ve seen you in action, what you’re capable of. Although you're on their leash, they’re keeping the distance. 

They’re scared, you can smell it. The fear rolling out of them like a smoke. They’re all afraid of you, but only one man isn’t...

Vlasov has just chuckled at your attempt to scare them away. 

“Feisty as always I see”

How you want to rip this smirk off his face. 

“You know the rules, sweetheart...”,- he stepped closer, you can feel his presence right behind you- “We have a special mission for you, so you need to be prepared”

You said nothing, just staring at the grey stone wall.

Vlasov walked around you to stand right in front of you. He got the strand of hair out of eyes and behind your ear.

This time you flinch. Not because of the fear, but because of the coldness of his fingers. Like the burning ice touching your smooth warm skin.

“Hope, you know what happens when you didn't comply...”- he said in a threatening whisper.

You slowly lift your eyes to see him crouching to be face to face with you.

Slowly that smirk came again, making his face even more punchable.

“That’s it, love.” He trailed his pointer finger across you cheek to your jawline, suddenly gripping it with his hand. “You perfectly know that i don't like to canoodling with you” He said in low voice.

Then he thrown my face away from his and stood up. Your face hurts, that’s how tight his grip was. 

“Stand up!” he suddenly screamed. But you didn't even flinch.”I won't repeat again, Волчонок”

You slowly stood up, jaw tight, hands behind you. The icy cold feel of heavy chains you feel on your wrist. And then on your neck. It was the chain made of vibranium, it goes on the neck then connects to the wrists. It’s number two in your hate list. 

“Good girl” Again that smirk. You just rolled your eyes at his another nickname.

You feel the harsh tag on the chain, that was the cue to turn around and keep going out of your cell and down the hall.

Bare feet were dragging you against cold stone floor further and further. You walk by many cells: ones are empty, but from the others you can hear the screams of pure agony, murmurs of prisoners, who were talking to themselves, panting, even prayers.

You tried to muffle the noises from your sensitive ears. But it’s pointless.

Your cell was in the deepest part of the building all alone, that’s why you are always sitting in heavy silence.

The noises coming from these prisoners are eating you alive. It’s hurt to think what they did to them. 

You didn't noticed you had stopped walking. You were face to face with the oh so familiar cell.

It was yours when they've just bring you there. But you were not alone...

Your heart squeezed at the memories. You didn't know what happened to him and they've never spoke about it much.  

Again you feel the harsh tug on your wrists and neck, which made turn your head away from that cell.

“Keep going, sweetheart” Vlasov said in a low tone.

Волчонок Pt.1

It was raining outside. The only sound you can hear it’s how the drops were hitting the earth from above. The cell is extremely cold today. Besides the damp walls and hard stone floor, you can feel the cold’s slipping through your skin. You could've frozen to death, but your body heat didn't allow it. Unfortunately. 

You didn't know how long you've been here. Lost count. But you remember why are you here.

They said that you're mean to be the most powerful weapon they've ever had.  They're pride. They're  new pet. After the Winter Soldier. 

But unlike Him, you're not easy to control... They had tried to erase yours memories,  countless of times. It didn't work. You don't know why, it just didn't.

And you're not sure how to feel about it: on the one hand you're glad that you remember everything, but on the other hand...

Memories...that’s what have been keeping you awake for a long time.

So, there you are, sitting in the corner of your personal “cage”, knees under the chin. You're wearing thin white hospital dress. Well, it was white in your first day here. Now it became dirty with grease, burns and bloodstains.

Your hair are messy, they grew just below your shoulder blades. Your eyes lost their perfectly blue color and became faint gray. The one thing you don't remember, it’s when you've been in the shower.

Eyes closed, your fingers were knocking on the floor to the beat of the rain and the one actual song that was running through your head. The song your mother was used to sing. A Russian lullaby.

Your tiny voice filled the cold cell:

“Bayu bayushki bayu, ne lozhisya na kraju

Pridet serenkiy volchok i ukusit za bochyok.....”

On this sentence you suddenly stopped.

Your eyes opened.

They weren't grey or blue.

They were red.

he makes my heart go all funny    x