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SOCIOPATHY [DISORDER]

/ˈsoʊ.ʃi.əˌpæθi/

Antisocial personality disorder, sometimes called sociopathy, is a mental health condition in which a person consistently shows no regard for right and wrong and ignores the rights and feelings of others.

pairing: gn!unsub!reader and spencer reid

genre: mystery, crime drama

total wc: 27.2k

main masterlist!! ⋆｡°✩ bloodied roses event!!

COPYCAT — the main series

The replication of a disturbing 2004 serial murder case calls for the BAU to get involved with the assistance of none other than the original killer themself. And whilst Spencer didn't work the original case, he was eager to learn every detail about it, including its offender.

part one. | 4.5k

WARNINGS: made up murder case, graphic depictions of violence, implied suicide (actually murder), mentions of spencer's addiction, sociopathic reader

part two. | 14.4k

WARNINGS: relationship between spencer and reader is not inherently romantic, sociopathic reader, graphic details of murder, graphic eye descriptions, mentions of spencer's addiction and overdose, morgan and reader really don't like each other, child abuse, childhood addiction, death by overdose, suicide

ETC. — the side stories

the first visit. | 2.2k

a successful appeal. | 1.0k

the phone calls. | 0.9k

spencer gets caught. | 1.0k

authorised visitation. | 1.1k

what if you escaped? | 0.9k

the guards’ heavy hands. | 1.3k

tbc…

rehab. 2.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: The first chapter was a bit short cause it was a test-run honestly, but I am planning on doing an outline for this story as well. I'm definitely neglecting my previous wips, but i don't have a lot of motivation for them right now. Hopefully, however, I will get to them soon!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

The characters may be ooc, but I did do my best. Please let me know how I did!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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chapter 1.

The ride to Wakanda had been slow and uneventful and tense so far. While Steve had attempted to read the black book that had been beside the soldier's cryostasis pod, his attempts proved unsuccessful.

The whole book was written in Russian, which Steve wasn't versed in at all. So, it had been up to Bucky to look through the book despite his apprehension.

Just like with the red book that came with him, the book within his hands doubled as an instruction manual as well as a history of the soldier that was still sitting rigid behind him; unblinking and unmoving. The book didn't give her a name, which frustrated both Bucky and Steve, but wasn't surprising at all.

HYDRA didn't care for who the person was before they became a tool. All that mattered was who you were to them in the moment, what you could offer, what you did, and if you were valuable enough to keep under their watchful eyes.

To them, the woman was Winter Soldier #08, Subject #2018, which was a peculiar number that stood out to Bucky. Her activation words were different than his as well, as was expected, and he frowned at the words that seemed to take root within his mind and piqued his interest at what the possible connections between them and the soldier were.

Holiday. Cross. Shatter. Stimulation. Integrity. Sport. Axis. Assumption. North. Aurora Borealis.

They were so seemingly random that Bucky's mind was starting to hurt trying to tie together some type of story. While his activation words had an inkling of a connection to his life, these seemed almost benign.

Within the activation section, there were a couple of hastily-scribbled notes that detailed about the soldier's history of resistance and the methods that worked best for such occasions, preferred mission-types, experimentation documentation, and some key accounts of the soldier's missions that were note-worthy to HYDRA.

There was one note that stood out to Bucky, however, that had him on the edge of his seat and growing further uncomfortable as he read.

'NOTE: WS #08 is known to be hostile even after activation. Be prepared to meet resistance with severe punishment (Flagellation, Cattle Prod, and High Frequencies favored). Further reprogramming required to fix flaws.'

It wasn't too entirely unknown for a subject to be resistant. Bucky could recall times where he had resisted in moments where he remembered bits and pieces of his life before HYDRA stripped him of his humanity.

Despite what he had told his therapist and Steve, he still had nightmares about the punishments he received while he was the Winter Soldier.

No amount of time within the Mind Chair could ever erase the recollection of the sick things HYDRA did to him to make him listen and be obedient.

Bucky could still feel the hands on him in the moments his mind forced him to remember: the painful intrusions, the feeling of a whip against his back, fingers digging into his scalp and yanking his hair, voices yelling profanities and insults and sexual degradations as he was beaten, tortured, assaulted; whatever HYDRA wanted in those moments.

Taking a shaky breath, Bucky closed his eyes for a moment before Steve's voice had the arms on his hairs standing; forcing Bucky to jump out of his mind and back into the present as the Captain addressed him.

"Shouldn't be too long now before we arrive. Any luck on our guest?"

Bucky shook his head, murmuring softly as he glanced down at the book again.

"So far, nothing. There's a couple notes that say she's hostile before and after activation and some methods that prove successful in making her obedient, but that's mainly it. She's been involved in a lot of assassinations, espionage, a couple data breaches: the whole nine yards."

Steve pursed his lips, shaking his head as he sat back in his chair, staring down at the ground as he became lost in thought.

"If she's a highly-valued asset, then why did they leave her in the facility? Seems like she was pretty high on the ladder just to be left where she was."

Bucky and Steve slowly shared a look with each other before alarm bells began to go off in Bucky's head, and he spun around in time to catch the Soldier's wrist, a large knife within her hands. Steve looked shocked, grunting as he jumped back, and Bucky gripped their wrist hard.

The soldier glared at him before bringing her knee up, slamming into his stomach and forcing him to fall back into the control panel of the quinjet. Steve jumped into action then, calling desperately as he dodged a kick to the face.

"Please, we don't wish to hurt you-"

"-but we will if we have to."

Bucky seethed, Steve giving him an exasperated look. The woman didn't hesitate, throwing the knife at Steve as hard as they could. Steve ducked, his blue eyes widened as the knife embedded into the glass of the windshield; cracks webbing throughout the ruined blade.

During this moment, the Soldier turned her attention back to Bucky as he charged, throwing punches that she expertly dodged and ducked from, her fists punching hard into his ribs and face as he missed. The hits hurt like hell, his face contorting into pain before he swung with his left arm, hitting her in the side and throwing her into the wall.

The woman let out a grunt as she smacked into the side of the quinjet, and Bucky cursed loudly when she grabbed the strap of a supply crate and hurled it at him. As he flew back into the seat, Steve came rushing at her, throwing his shield and hitting her in the side of her knee once it ricocheted off of the wall.

The soldier yelled out in pain, crumpling slightly, and Steve immediately tackled her to the ground. The two of them smacked hard onto the metal flooring, and she punched Steve as hard as she could, the man letting out a hiss as pain bloomed within his cheek.

In that split second, she bucked her hips, her legs coming up to wrap around Steve's neck and forcefully slammed him onto the ground, his head smacking against the edge of a seat and disorienting him. The soldier was quick to scramble to her feet despite her wounded knee, and Bucky met her with a punch to her gut, making her double over and audibly retch.

He then grabbed her by the back of her neck, swinging her back and then forward into a seat a couple of times, her mask breaking off in the process, and she jumped up, using the wall for leverage as she swung herself onto Bucky's back, wrapping her arm around his neck to begin choking him.

Bucky grit his teeth, snarling as he reached behind him with his left arm, curling his metal fingers around her broken knee and squeezing as hard as he could.

Throughout her cries of pain, he could hear the sickly sound of bones shattering; could feel the way her skin and bones crushed beneath his grip, and Bucky was able to breathe again as her grip became loose.

He swung himself backwards into a wall, smacking her against it over and over until she finally let go of him, falling down onto the floor. Grabbing her wrists, Bucky called over his shoulder as he restrained her.

"You alright, Steve?"

"I'm just peachy."

He dropped down next to Bucky, wrapping electromagnetic cuffs onto her wrists before forcing her up and into a seat. The soldier's head was bowed, the cuffs smacking into the wall and jerking her body slightly, and Steve made sure to secure her legs as well.

Once she was properly restrained, Steve glanced at Bucky, noting the anger that was on his face; his jaw clenched and blood running down his temple. He was panting, his whole entire body tensed, and Steve took a few deep breaths as well before he turned back to the soldier.

"Seems like your bad feeling turned out to be right."

"We never should have done this."

Bucky's words were harsh, his blue eyes glaring at Steve as the man hissed out.

"I told you that there was going to be a problem, and there was. There's no hope for these people. They are programmed to kill and serve HYDRA and that is it."

"Even if there is no hope, we still need to try. We saved you, and we can save others."

Bucky sighed, shaking his head. There wasn't really any use in trying to fight Steve on this. Bucky understood that Steve came from a good place and had good intentions, but Bucky couldn't keep the anxiety and fear from filling him.

What if something happened? What if HYDRA had found him again and this was their plan all along? Bucky turned back to the woman as her head lifted, and both of the men seemed surprised at being able to see her face clearly.

There were horrific scars on the bottom half of her face that had been concealed by the mask; some of them raised and seemingly new while others were faded and old. Her bottom lip was cut, blood trickling down her chin, and her nose seemed to be broken as well.

Her (e/c) eyes were glaring at the two of them, a cut above her brow from Bucky slamming her into the wall, and Bucky looked taken back. Steve walked forward slightly, frowning.

"What is your mission?"

Her eyes flicked to Steve, her lips pursed, and she simply hissed out as menacingly as she could.

"Heil Hydra."

She sat back, and Bucky hissed out, a fire raging within his eyes as he snarled.

"Ответь на вопрос, солдат. Какова ваша миссия?"

There was no response. Instead, the soldier seemed to begin staring in front of them; becoming vacant and frozen again. Bucky huffed in frustration before he turned to Steve, shaking his head.

"If you still want to go through with this, you need to let Shuri and T'Challa know that she's hostile and active."

"I'll let them know. We're only a few minutes out."

Bucky nodded before he sat opposite of the soldier, muttering.

"I'll keep an eye on her."

Steve gave Bucky a weary look, an expression of apprehension and concern on his face, and he wiped away some blood that had trickled out of his nose.

"Alright. Are you okay?"

"Peachy."

Steve pursed his lips slightly before he walked to the front of the quinjet, immediately opening a communications line with T'Challa, and Bucky stared right at the soldier.

Despite the fact that she was looking at him, it seemed that she was mentally somewhere else. Blood was still running down her nose and chin, dripping onto the floor, and Bucky couldn't help but to clench his jaw as the sound of the dripping ripped into his memories.

Cloth over his face, a bright light from above, boiling hot water slowly burning his skin with every drop, he couldn't breathe. he can't breathe.

Breathe. Breathe. Let me breathe. Please. Let me breathe! LET ME BREATHE!

Bucky shook his head furiously, and he only felt bitter and disgusted by the amused look that seemed to flash within the woman's eyes. Clenching his fists, the man simply huffed as he listened to Steve talk with the King, the kingdom of Wakanda coming to view.

-TIMESKIP-

"What on earth would possess you to come to the notion that bringing an active Winter Soldier into my kingdom would be a good idea?"

T'Challa was not happy. As Steve and Bucky stood in front of the king, the Dora Milaje surrounding them with a tight grip on their spears at the information Steve had given T'Challa, the king was frowning deeply while Shuri stood next to him with a curious gaze. Steve looked apologetic while Bucky kept his arms crossed, biting his cheek as Steve spoke, the king glancing at Bucky all-the-while.

"I know this isn't really conventional-"

"-it is unacceptable! What you are asking for is not negotiable!"

Okoye was understandably angry as well, her eyes wide with fury as she took a step forward, and T'Challa hummed to her gently.

"Okoye."

The woman did not relent, simply squinting her gaze as Steve bowed his head in shame. Bucky clenched his jaw slightly, and T'Challa glanced at Steve.

"Your vision is noble, and I respect what you are trying to accomplish...but you are asking me to put my people at risk. It was different for Sergeant Barnes...but this...woman...is still under the complete control of HYDRA's programming."

Steve sighed slightly before he pleaded gently.

"I can watch over her...keep her from hurting anybody if something goes wrong. Stark wasn't willing because he doesn't have the technology to reverse the programming like you do, and Wanda is currently MIA."

T'Challa laughed slightly, shaking his head.

"The world will question where Captain America has gone. You cannot ignore your duties to promise something you cannot be sure that you can keep."

Shuri then piped up, suggesting with a shrug.

"Why not have Sergeant Barnes look after her? He has the most experience, after all."

"Absolutely not."

Bucky frowned deeply, shaking his head.

"I have to agree that this is a bad idea. I know that it was different for me, Steve, but that's the issue: I knew you. I had something to cling to...a name, memories and dreams...this woman is completely unknown."

Steve was beginning to look defeated, and Shuri's voice made everyone turn to her.

"If it makes a difference: I would be interested in working on restoring the woman's previous identity, but only if Sergeant Barnes will stay to watch over the process. My brother is right: The Avengers may be a team, but they need their Captain Colonizer to help in times of need."

"Shuri."

T'Challa's voice was stern, but Shuri and Okoye shared a look of amusement with each other before she hummed at the sight of Bucky's apprehensive expression.

"Your expertise on this matter will be beneficial, Sergeant Barnes. I'm afraid that Mr. Rogers will be of no help except for physical."

T'Challa rubbed his temples slightly, and Shuri offered, glancing at the king.

"If it brings you comfort, then I shall have Okoye and select members of the Dora Milaje to accompany as well. The soldier shall be put into cryostasis at all times except for observations and testing."

Steve looked hopeful, and he pleaded softly, T'Challa staring him down with apprehension.

"You have my full cooperation that if something goes wrong, then I will answer for it. I know that what I am asking for is dangerous, but she was a person too. This woman probably had a whole life before HYDRA took it away...just like they did with Bucky and your father."

Okoye bared her teeth slightly at the mention of the late king, and T'Challa shook his head, humming.

"There is no need to appeal to my sympathy. Shuri has made up her mind, and I have learned long ago that even if I do not agree, she will do what she pleases."

Shuri smirked slightly, joking as she patted his shoulder.

"I'm so glad you understand me."

All the while, Bucky was clenching his fists, hidden beneath his crossed arms. There was no way that this was going to go well, and though there was a part of Bucky that did understand and did agree with what Steve wanted to do, there was another part that understood how incredibly risky this was.

Take it from him: this woman was dangerous, especially since she seemed to still be active on pre-existing orders. It was even riskier given the fact that nobody knew what her orders actually were. Steve glanced over at Bucky as he stared at the ground, and he placed a careful hand on his shoulder.

"Buck, I know I'm asking a lot...but she needs somebody."

"She tried to put a knife through our heads, and you're saying that we owe her?"

Steve frowned, and Bucky couldn't stand to look at him in fear of seeing the disappointment. Feeling under pressure and on-the-spot, Bucky sighed and his shoulders sagged.

"Fine, I'll stay and help, but Steve, if something happens...this one is on you."

Steve looked relieved, and he thanked him quietly, saying as Shuri grinned while Okoye and T'Challa shared a stern look together before Okoye began to whisper to T'Challa quietly.

"I know, and I'm ready to accept that responsibility should it come to that. I just...someone's gotta be looking for her, Bucky."

Bucky just shook his head, muttering.

"We don't know how long HYDRA has had her, so there might not even be anybody to miss her."

"But she deserves a chance to be her own person just like you."

Bucky shared a look with Steve, staring at him for a moment before he groaned.

"I hate it when you do that shit. I already said I would help, I'm just...there's a lot that could go wrong."

Steve countered, nodding his head slightly as he rocked slightly on his heels.

"There's a lot that could go right too."

"Yeah, say that to the killer headache you're gonna have tomorrow."

Steve chuckled slightly, joking.

"Already there, but thanks for the concern."

"Whatever."

Shuri clapped her hands together, saying.

"Well, now that we've got this settled, shall we bring our honored guest into the lab?"

T'Challa hummed, his Black Panther suit appearing as the Dora Milaje immediately stood at the ready as Shuri stood a bit behind T'Challa.

"Be cautious. We don't know know what is going to happen once those doors open."

"No need. She's been completely restrained, there's no way she's gotten out."

Sure enough, when the door to the quinjet opened, the woman was still sitting rigid; staring at the opposite wall. Steve hummed, walking up the steps, and Bucky followed reluctantly.

"Welcome to Wakanda."

Steve said before picking her up by one of her arms, Bucky grabbed a firm hold of the other with his metal arm. With her feet dragging on the ground, it was apparent that she was not going to fight back.

However, that did not stop the Dora Milaje from pointing their spears at her as Steve and Bucky took her inside. As Shuri, T'Challa, and Okoye followed, Shuri voiced to T'Challa gently.

"I will take care in monitoring her behaviors and will let you know the second that I am given any indication that rehabilitation will be unsuccessful."

T'Challa hummed, a slight frown upon his face as he stared at the woman in front of him.

"No need to worry. Should something happen, I am ready to take the necessary steps to ensure the safety of Wakanda."

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STORY NOTES: While on the way to Wakanda, Bucky and Steve have attempted to identify the woman by reading through the book that was accompanying her cryostasis pod. However, Bucky's efforts are fruitless. Instead, Bucky discovers the activation words associated with the Winter Soldier and other important details about the history of the soldier.

Reflecting on his time as a Winter Soldier, Bucky begins to become increasingly agitated and worried about the situation. Steve makes an observation on the peculiarity of HYDRA leaving behind a highly-regarded asset when the woman begins to engage the two super soldiers in combat.

Despite Bucky and Steve sustaining significant injuries, they are eventually able to subdue the Winter Soldier by Steve breaking her kneecap with his shield and Bucky further crushing it. Although they question the winter soldier, she becomes withdrawn and silent; refusing to answer any questions.

When they arrive to Wakanda, T'Challa, Shuri, and the Dora Milaje are waiting for them. T'Challa is upset by Steve bringing the seemingly-active Winter Soldier to Wakanda, voicing his concerns on her presence while Steve pleads his case.

Shuri makes a suggestion that Bucky should stay to watch over her because Steve has prior obligations to the Avengers. Bucky adamantly refuses, but Steve manages to convince Bucky to stay in Wakanda to not only protect the people, but to be there for the woman should Shuri's methods be successful.

Shuri then suggests to bring the Winter Soldier to her lab, and the two Avengers begin to escort her inside, T'Challa and the Dora Milaje ready to engage should the Winter Soldier try to fight. Shuri reassures T'Challa that she will alert him as soon as she possibly can if something goes wrong, and T'Challa reassures Shuri that if the Winter Soldier escapes and causes harm that he is willing to kill her to ensure the safety of Wakanda. End Scene.

TRANSLATIONS:

Ответь на вопрос, солдат. Какова ваша миссия? - Answer the question, soldier. What is your mission?

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Over the Garden Wall - Masterlist

Benedict Bridgerton x Princess!Reader

18+

Summary: The youngest daughter of Queen Charlotte and King George, plagued by the same illness as her father, grows tired of her lonely and isolated existence. When escaping the prison-like castle she has been sequestered in for her entire life, she meets a young man who shares her love for painting and whom she can not stop thinking about. Secrets, betrayal, and love all fight against one another. Which one will win?

Series Warnings: Love at first sight; POV third person; eventual smut; isolation; dramatic/inaccurate depictions of mental illness; thoughts of death; there will be fluff, okay? I swear; potential historical inaccuracies; complex mother/daughter relationship; historical medical practices; SIMP Benedict; idgaf about historical canon; complicated sibling relationships; execution by hanging

Tags specified before each chapter

(Tags will be updated as the story continues)

Last Updated: 03/28/24 (Complete)

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Chapter One - Loathing Boredom

Chapter Two - Ruinous Secrets

Chapter Three - Never is a Promise

Chapter Four - As the Poets Say

Chapter Five - Vagrant Body

Chapter Six - Codes and Clues

Chapter Seven - Dig My Fingers in

Chapter Eight - No Light of My Own

Chapter Nine - This Sweet Plague *

Chapter Ten - Tricked By the Past

Chapter Eleven - No Label, No Name

Chapter Twelve - Keeping Time

Chapter Thirteen - Only You Can Mend

Chapter Fourteen - Not Above Violence

Interlude - Lady Whistledown

Chapter Fifteen - Matching Wounds

Chapter Sixteen - Go Along to Be With You

Chapter Seventeen - Balanced on Desire

Interlude - Marietta

Chapter Eighteen - Oh, My One

Chapter Nineteen - Like Fuel to Fire *

Chapter Twenty - If I Send for You

Interlude - Honeymoon *

Chapter Twenty One - An Atom and a Star

Chapter Twenty Two - The Bed I Was Born In *

Chapter Twenty Three - Don't Wait to Understand

Chapter Twenty Four - Fingers Laced a Crown

Chapter Twenty Five - Here to Kingdom Come *

Epilogue - A Moment, A Love

Drabble - Pall Mall Drabble - Picnic Drabble - Like Mother, Like Son Drabble - Jealousy Drabble - More Than a Maid Drabble - Coronation Day Drabble - Second Son Drabble - Number Four Drabble - Reasonably Unreasonable Drabble - Tag, You're It Drabble - Sisters Drabble - Spoiled Drabble - Opal of the Season Drabble - Fit for Family Drabble - Garden in Bloom * (smut adjacent) Drabble - What if? AU

Where We Rot: Series Masterlist [P.P]

Summary: Morals don’t quite apply to people who have nothing to lose. Peter can try to save you all he wants, but there are darker games at play; a bigger shadow that shields you from his warmth.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Villain/Grey!Reader

Warnings: Angst, abuse, depression, SMUT, swearing, death

Status: Completed

Chapters that include smut are marked by *

a/n: hi guys! no notes yet, might have more to say later tho!

moodboard made by @evyzyii (she makes them for free if you’d like one!)

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➳ Chapter One: Web Of My Own

Summary: Peter makes a new friend and learns the importance of sharing, MJ is observant, as usual, Ned just loves Star Wars, and (Y/N) probably has Stockholm Syndrome.

Word Count: 4.9k

➳ Chapter Two: The Angels Cry For Me

Summary: (Y/N) out geeks Peter aka Resident Lab Geek™, MJ doesn’t just like feminism; she also likes to watch her friends fail, Ned and May are hardcore Peter x (Y/N) shippers, and (Y/N) is an attempted robber.

Word Count: 6.3k

➳ Chapter Three: It’s Only Blood*

Summary: Peter’s no longer an innocent little boy like he once was, (Y/N) does NOT like solitary confinement, Ned just wants to talk about LEGOs, and Peter is having a really bad, like astronomically bad, day.

Word Count: 4.3k

➳ Chapter Four: Let Me Let You Go

Summary: Bucky is the worst BEST at interrogating, Tony actually feels emotions and shit, Steve, once again, follows his moral compass, and Peter is a little fluff ball that likes planning date nights.

Word Count: 5.1k

➳ Chapter Five: When Forever Falls Apart

Summary: Secrets are revealed, (Y/N) makes a choice and then a sacrifice, Tony gains a daughter, and Peter cries like a little bitch the whole time (you can’t even blame him though).

Word Count: 4.1k

➳ Chapter Six: And So It Begins

Summary: This is where it all began.

Word Count: 4.2k

➳ Chapter Seven: The Realm Where You and I Connect

Summary: (Y/N) meets a familiar face in the Soul Realm.

Word Count: 951

➳ Chapter Eight: I Would Never Fall (Unless It’s You I Fall Into)*

Summary: Tony and Pepper talk about the future, (Y/N) and Peter essentially reenact sleeping beauty, Ophelia is as manipulative as ever, (Y/N) gains the family she’s always wanted, Morgan is the best little sister, and Peter and (Y/N) get a little freaky.

Word Count: 9.3k

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Epilogue Blurbs

➳ Too Hot To Handle 

Summary: A day at the pool turns sour for Peter when he overhears some boys ogling at your body.

Word Count: 1.5k

➳ Eat Shit & Live, Osborn 

Summary: Peter isn’t a fan of your new found fame and your new found “friend”.

Word Count: 4.6k

➳ I Can’t Breathe 

Summary: Peter is anxious about not having as much time with you once he goes to college and you go to work full time.

Word Count: 854 

➳ Don’t Ever Call Me Dad

Summary: Peter asks for Tony’s blessing.

Word Count: 1.2k

➳ Popping Questions and Shoulder Sockets 

Summary: Peter’s proposal doesn’t go as planned. 

Word Count: 1.7k

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smog & spirits [masterlist]

Marvel 1920s Gangster/Peaky Blinders Inspired Fantasy AU

gangsterboss!bucky x witch!reader

Bucky Barnes, the leader of Sootstone's Smog Boys, needs a favour. A nasty curse has been cast on him, and he needs a witch to help him break it.

Warnings: 18+ content minors dni, smut, fem reader, begging, orgasm denial, fingering, p in v, no aftercare, graphic wound description, blood/gore, graphic descriptions of stitching, religious punishment (lashings), angst, angst no comfort, comfort/fluff, sex magic, blood magic, potion for arousal, curses and hexes, criminals & crime, 1920s street gangs, witchcraft, possession, mediums, ghosts, hauntings, horror, smoking, brothels, pubs, gambling, alcohol, mention of death/violence/torture, bucky barnes has issues, bucky barnes is a dick, bucky barnes needs a hug, police brutality, vaguely british setting??, sexism, classism, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything

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CHAPTERS [4/10]

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Babysitting Mun | Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson is the rockstar you have to work for, but most of the time, you feel like you are babysitting a teenager. He's messy, wild, and disobedient, and he never calls you by your name. He's sweet, though, but you are not allowed to think about that. Or in his smart mouth. Or in his hands playing that stupid guitar, shit.

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Eddie woke up, and the first rays he felt weren’t exactly sunlight. It felt like his brain was about to explode, like his head didn’t have enough space for all the pieces. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, first noticing his clothes; he didn’t remember changing, or taking off his rings the night before. He also didn’t recall drinking enough to forget details like that.

Panic shot through his mind like a lightning bolt—quick, bright, and almost overwhelming. He glanced beside him, searching through the blankets and pillows for the hair of whoever he must’ve slept with last night. He just prayed to the heavens that, for all that was good in the world, it wasn’t Gareth. When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see nothing but the empty space next to him. No Gareth, thank the big man upstairs, and no one else either. He sighed in relief and looked around, though his neck felt too heavy to even move a little. His eyes traveled around his room and landed on the disheveled figure on his couch—the one usually piled with clothes that were too worn to put back in the closet but not dirty enough for the laundry basket. You were wearing a hoodie that was way too big to be yours and some blue jeans that hugged your legs perfectly; they had floral patterns, so they were probably Nancy’s. Little traces on you hinted at the night before, like the small flowers in your wavy hair and the glitter on your skin, which he figured would take you a couple of days to get rid of.

“Psst,” Eddie whispered, not wanting to wake you too abruptly, but he knew if he spoke any louder, his brain might actually burst.

You shifted; your mouth moved, adjusting your tongue and wetting your lips while your eyes stayed closed as you searched for a more comfortable position on the plush couch. You rested your hands on the armrest and then your cheek on them, making your face, framed by soft waves, fall directly in his line of sight so he could see you better. Eddie realized he’d never seen you sleep before; he had to admit that every now and then, signs of your humanity would appear in front of him, reminding him that you were a person who breathed, slept, ate, and had your own feelings. Like last night.

He closed his eyes; better to deal with the internal pain than the one caused by seeing you right now, especially as he remembered what had driven him to drink so much.

You were human; a human who could do things and had better things to do than take care of him. A human Robert was exploiting for his own gain, and a human who had gone through things he now wanted to know about. It had all happened right under his nose, and he hated it. Because once in his life, he used to care about people who were hurting; he’d pick them up like lost sheep and guide them with the dry, sarcastic care typical of a teenager. Damn it, he’d given his life for the people he cared about. But you… he had chosen to ignore you for his own benefit. And he didn’t know how to stop.

So, he tried to numb it with alcohol.

“Pssst,” he tried again, louder this time, unable to take more of that thought train that was soon going to wreck him. “Damn it, damn it, damn it!” he hissed. “Feywild!”

Your eyes snapped open instantly, like it was some weird abracadabra, and they locked on Eddie for a few seconds as you woke up.

Eddie looked like hell, mascara smudged on his lower eyelid, and his hair—though you had tried to braid it—was now just a tangled mess that would be a nightmare to comb out. You got up almost immediately, trying to shake off sleep as you rubbed your eyes and moved closer to him. You spoke softly, knowing he probably felt like hell.

“Mun, you need to hydrate,” you said first, unable to look him directly in the eye as you helped him sit up slowly. You grabbed a glass from his nightstand that you had filled with water the night before while you both listened to your stomachs growling. “You’re hungry; you puked everything up last night,” you tried to remind him.

“My costume…” he mumbled between sips of water.

“You threw up all over it. Steve came up to change your clothes,” you explained, awkwardly tugging at the sleeves of your sweater that were already too long, a habit you had when you were nervous or uncomfortable.

Or both.

“I’m sorry, Fey,” he apologized.

Against your will, your heart skipped a beat, and the blood in your veins seemed to rush as fast as his words.

“For…? Why?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“I didn’t want you working last night,” he reminded you as his face twisted with something like pain. “And you ended up taking care of me again.”

You weren’t sure how you felt after that statement—whether it was relief that he didn’t remember the kiss he had given you or the strange conversation you’d had before that, or disappointment because you knew it would be hard to forget that kiss, even if it had been the prelude to a horrendous hangover for Eddie and a night of almost no sleep for you.

You chose to smile softly. “At least it won’t show up in the tabloids,” you murmured, taking his empty glass and placing it back on the nightstand. “Everyone’s downstairs having breakfast. Why don’t you take a good shower and come down when you’re ready?”

Panic flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving the room with more speed than he should’ve had. Now everything was spinning, and he saw double. You looked at him, a bit scared, thinking he might need help with something.

“Where are you going?”

You frowned slightly, a bit worried and confused. “There’s a lot to do today; we have a few days off before heading to Europe. They’re coming to interview you in a few hours, and I need to coordinate with Nancy about the PR for the channel. Robert’s coming just before that,” you filled him in. “And you have a reservation with everyone at Enzo’s today.”

“In Hawkins?” he asked, puzzled.

“Yes,” you nodded. “You asked me to book the whole restaurant for today about five months ago.”

“That was after winning a Grammy for Best Album of the Year. I was drunk, ecstatic, and got caught up in the moment.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Want me to call and cancel or…?”

He shook his head. “No, everyone’s already made plans to go,” he covered his face, feeling a little more clear-headed, but his stomach still growled, and his eye sockets ached. “Where am I staying there?” he asked, exhausted.

“Wayne said you could stay at the house, but if you want, the trailer is still…”

He cut you off.

“I’ll stay in the trailer,” he said, almost firmly, and you wondered why he would choose to stay in a trailer when he had a super comfy bed in the room Wayne had set up for him in the house Eddie had bought when he made enough money to buy a mansion for all his friends. “And you, Fey?” he asked, his voice returning to that worried tone.

“Well, I figured since you’d be away from the spotlight and the paparazzi, it’d be a good idea to stay h…”

“You’re coming with me. You can stay with Wayne. But I’m not leaving you here when you can come with us to Hawkins. You’ll love that little hellhole full of cracks and bad memories. You’ll love Enzo’s, and I promise I won’t drink another drop of alcohol today, so I won’t be a bother.”

You started shaking your head silently. “Munson… I really don’t think that’s a good idea, last night…” this time, you cut yourself off. Should you remind him about the kiss? Tell him that’s exactly what you meant when you said you needed to set boundaries? You bit your lip in doubt and shook your head again. “And I don’t want to be a bother to Wayne. I’m your assistant, not a family friend.”

“Enough, Fey, I’m too hungover for this argument,” Eddie groaned, trying to run his fingers through his hair but failing. “And I’m too… I’m not good… I…” frustrated, he let out a whine and looked you in the eyes. “...I need you in Hawkins, Fey, or I’ll do something really stupid.”

“So, you want me there to help you with something?” you asked, uncertain.

He let out a painful groan. “If I say yes, will you come?”

“I guess?” you answered hesitantly.

He nodded. “Then yes; that’s enough for me. I’m going to shower, and unless you want to see my business, it’s better if you disappear, Fey.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked toward the door.

“Whatever you say, Mun; try not to pass out in the tub like all the rock stars. You’d be such a cliché,” you muttered, leaving the room and leaving Eddie alone.

And he felt alone.

The rest of the day, you kept a bit distant from him. You were nearby, but you always seemed busy with your assistant duties. You would constantly separate from the group to take phone calls or head off with Nancy to prepare the music room Eddie had set up in his house. Nancy was in charge of a well-reputed TV channel, and Jonathan occasionally worked independently to help with photography. Of course, perfect Nancy Wheeler could never say no to the journalism she was passionate about, always chasing mysteries, injustices, and heroes, but she had taken the time to arrange an interview with Corroded Coffin for the music segment of a Saturday afternoon show on Hawkins TV. During lunch—Wayne’s grilled meat with boiled potatoes—you managed to keep your distance from him, sitting between Robin and Steve, sharing jokes while sneaking glances at him that he wouldn't have noticed except for the fact that he couldn’t take his eyes off you. When you were caught, you’d quickly look back at your plate or whatever was in your hands and continue the conversation with whoever was talking to you.

In the afternoon, you returned to your hotel room for a quick shower and changed into something more your style: skinny jeans, combat boots, a Blonde on Blonde T-shirt, and a leather biker jacket. Simple and versatile.

You returned to Eddie’s house just in time for Robert’s arrival with the recording team for the interview. Robert wasn’t exactly your favorite person, and you were sure you weren’t his. He tolerated you because you occasionally did him favors and because, whatever your relationship with Eddie was at the moment, it gave you a certain immunity with him. He was n in his 50s, well-maintained, and had amassed a fortune managing bands and artists under his own record label. He was famous and had built an empire from a young age—your grandfather had met him long time ago when he was still counting pennies and taking taxis, it was a one time thing. but your grandfather never forgot that interaction, later he found out about Robert's success over the years.

And you know what they say: never meet your heroes.

You walked through the entrance of Eddie’s house to see a crowd hauling recording equipment downstairs to his studio. Nancy was exchanging a few instructions with the woman who would interview the band, and you could see Gareth, Jeff, Big Rock, and Eddie listening to Robert’s directions. Eddie seemed dissociated. His gaze was lost, and his chin rested on the back of his hand. The guys seemed pretty focused on Robert, while their vocalist appeared not to be truly present.

You approached him then, clutching the notebook you always carried with you. You crouched down to his level when you reached him, setting aside any discomfort you might feel around him.

“Hey, Mun,” you whispered, careful not to interrupt whatever the guys and Robert were discussing. Eddie snapped out of his reverie, almost surprised when his eyes landed on you and actually saw you. “Hey, Nancy gave me the questions they’re going to ask you. Do you want to practice a bit before they start recording the interview?” you offered, placing your hand on his forearm and giving it a squeeze, hoping to convey some reassurance.

It was instant: Eddie nodded enthusiastically and immediately got up to go with you to the kitchen—the only place not packed with people. You watched him settle on the kitchen island and crack open a beer, his favorite brand, the one he drank when he was clearly anxious. In silence, you stood in front of him and opened your notebook, reading the questions he would have to answer out loud. Each question seemed to further distort Eddie’s expression.

You closed the notebook and approached him, resting your hands on the island beside him.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s one thing to answer questions for a national TV network, but this? This is… too personal. Can’t Nancy handle this and ask the interviewer...?”

You raised an eyebrow, carefully studying him. “And ask them not to interview you?” you questioned, then immediately shook your head. “That’s not how it works, Mun. You can’t keep being a small-town boy if you chose to become a rock star,” you gently reminded him.

“How am I supposed to talk about what I went through without making everyone think I’m a monster?” He didn’t look at you when he asked, speaking as if you knew every detail of his past.

That was the thing; you didn’t.

“Mun,” you called him, “What happened was beyond anyone’s control. But what’s happened with you now—your music and what you’ve decided to do with your life—that’s all you.” You reminded him, “Your past doesn’t matter as much as what you’ve chosen to do with your future.” You glanced down at your notebook and reopened it to review the questions again. “Like this,” you straightened up to look at him. “If they ask you about Hawkins, be honest enough without saying too much; respect your roots but also focus on how you’ve grown since then,” you suggested.

He nodded, then blinked rapidly as if trying to push a bothersome thought out of his mind.

“And what about the one about changing something from the past?” he scoffed. “Who the hell came up with these questions?”

“They’re questions that need to be asked,” you tried to calm him, grabbing his arm and looking him straight in the eyes. “Mun, keep it clear and simple while steering the conversation back to the present and the future; the tour and the next Corroded Coffin album. It’s about showing resilience without necessarily reopening old wounds.” You smiled at him then, “Munson, come on, you’ve got this! If at any point they ask something that makes you uncomfortable, just crack a joke and lighten the mood. You’re Eddie Munson; I know you can spin it with originality.” You encouraged him and closed the notebook, confident that everything would turn out fine.

“Thanks, Fey. For a moment, I was about to lose it out there; too many strange people in my house, and personal questions from strangers aren’t really my thing.”

His voice sounded almost vulnerable, like a small child or a deer caught in the glaring lights of reality, the real world, and adult problems. You could feel the sadness; how different the two of you were. You were raised to face reality and believe in yourself. Eddie never had many people telling him how amazing he was or how capable he was of achieving things until Wayne and his friends came into his life.

So, you stood in front of him, placed your hands firmly on his shoulders, and smiled.

“Eddie Munson, you can handle whatever comes at you in that interview, and besides,” you shrugged, “You’re in a band. What problem could you face that you can’t solve with a little help from your friends?”

He let out a small laugh.

“That was good, Fey, and don’t think I didn’t catch that not-so-subtle musical reference.” You released him and stepped back as he buried his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “Thanks, Fey.”

You picked up your notebook, giving him a wink and a smile.

“You’re welcome, Mun.”

The rest was a blur; the interview preparations, the makeup on the guys’ faces, and sitting between Nancy and Robert to watch the interview through a screen, with the guys and the main camera behind it. Either Eddie was calmer, or he just knew how to hide it because he seemed relaxed and knew exactly what to do. Except when the interviewer decided to ask about the source of his inspiration—there, he seemed to hesitate, lost for a second, and then came back with an answer that stopped your heart, not because of what he said but because he seemed to look directly at you. But that was stupid, right? He was just looking at the camera.

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