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Had My Fun, I’m Done
Mattdrai | Famous/Non-Famous AU | E
Summary:
“Shit, have you not heard of Oster?” Dylan Holloway asks, torn between sounding appalled and enthused.
“The fuck is Oster,” Leon says, flat.
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In which Brady invites his teammates to his brother’s concert. The rest, as they say, is history.
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THE FINALE IS UP!!! Post-TRF fix-it fic!
Give my love to the chef - JW
X O X O - Chef SH
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Sherlock could go home now.
And that meant …
John could go home now.
For 221B had been the only real home
John Watson had ever known.
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POV JW, Post-TRF fix it, Disguised Sherlock, NOT A Cooking AU, First Kiss, First Time
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21997543/chapters/52493218
the swan : chp.12 - I told you, doll
nurse, friend, lover, assassin. these are the titles you were known under in his head, something he never wished to share until rumours spread of the swan being out of retirement.
overview / chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five / chapter six / chapter seven / chapter eight / chapter nine / chapter ten / chapter eleven / chapter twelve (final chapter)
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okay i don’t know if anyone is still reading this series, but this is the ending I have finally taken the time to write. I started this series 8 months ago - eight whole months ago in which i planned on writing weekly chapters which did not happen. my mind never comprehended how much support or excitement would revolve around a small idea I had, but thank you for reading and being patient. thank you for exploring the story of the swan and my interpretations of bucky as the winter soldier and all of this.
Bucky struggles to stop his leg from bouncing as he pushes his short hair back. He knew everything had changed, things he hadn’t anticipated occurring in such a short time since you were in recovery. He had witnessed his best friend disappear before his very eyes and return as an old man in a blink of an eye. He had feared that after getting you back, he had lost you forever.
But here he was, flying over Wakanda and close to landing.
“You ready for this?” Sam speaks up as he rises to his feet, passing Bucky and standing by a small circular window, looking out at the place he briefly remembers.
The words hover on Bucky’s lips as he feels the descent. It had been less than twenty-four hours since T’Challa had been in touch to inform him you were awake. How after six long years, you were only Y/n, no longer cowering from the Swan.
“I’m nervous,” Bucky admits as he shuts his eyes, not wanting to see the surprise he knows is expected on Sam’s expression.
Sam shuffles and takes the spot beside Bucky, leaning back in the small chair as he sighs quietly. “Are you nervous she won’t be what you’re expecting?” Sam questions, watching as Bucky lifts his head up and meets Sam’s eyes.
No one can deny there is a wave of insecurity crossing in the blue of Bucky’s eyes, how these doubts have played on his mind since Steve returned as an old man. During the moment he had with his oldest friend, Bucky listened to Steve explain the life of regret he could’ve lived. All Steve wanted was Bucky to be happy and to no longer live that life.
“She won’t remember any of it. What it was like in there besides me.” Bucky states, having recalled the words T’Challa told him.
You’ll remember being with Bucky, the person he is and who he is to you. But your memories of HYDRA will be a blur, never quite in focus long enough for you to remember specific details. Bucky is silently thankful you won’t remember the pain they caused you, what he witnessed you endure before you were taken from him.
“Y/n will be able to start afresh, Buck.” Sam tells him as he pats his back. “That’s what she needs, right?”
Bucky slowly nods, knowing it’s true. You’ve needed a fresh start for decades, over seventy years of being preserved as a weapon. Now is your chance to live as the girl Bucky fell for. The nurse with the heart of gold who saw past the rough exterior of their Soldat.
“It’s all she’s wanted,” Bucky states quietly as his body jolts forward on the impact of landing.
His eyes glance up to Sam’s who simply nods as he rises to his feet. “Let’s go get your girl, Barnes.” He says with a soft smile, watching the corners of Bucky’s mouth rise ever so slightly as his heart remains lodged in his throat.
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Departing from the Quinjet, Bucky can’t help but take in all of the surroundings. This was a place he sought refuge all those years ago, somewhere that can heal even those beyond lost.
“Some things never change,” Bucky mutters under his breath as he notices the children playing in the fields as the goats stand idly, chewing grass.
“Barnes, Wilson.” T’Challa walks out, a bright smile on his face as he shakes their hands. “It’s good to see you in better circumstances.” He nods to them both, watching as Bucky shifts on the spot, his eyes roaming around.
“Is Y/n around?” Sam questions, catching Bucky’s attention as T’Challa nods.
Before T’Challa is able to respond, Bucky’s ears perk up at the sound of laughter, a ghostly echo of something he once loved.
Feeling goosebumps rise across his forearms, Bucky turns away from the others and faces the fields of children. His eyes scan across them until he spots a taller woman, her hair flowing down her back as she holds the hem of her dress.
Laughter escapes her lips as she runs carefree, no longer determined or enforced to run.
“Y/n?” Bucky whispers to himself, feeling his heart swell out of his boundaries that he’s tied it to all these years.
You pause in the middle of the field, high fiving some of the children as you rub your hands across your dress. “Alright kids, you got me this time.” You chuckle through a heavy pant as all the kids cheer themselves on.
“Who’s that?” One child speaks up, pointing over to the two unfamiliar men.
Following their gaze, you hesitate.
Your feet remain planted whilst you’re mentally in his arms, refusing to let him go.
“Y/n?” Another child questions, tugging your dress as a stray tear slips from your left eye, quickly being brushed away before anyone else notices, but Bucky notices - he always has.
“Go get her, Buck.” Sam nudges Bucky, watching as the pair of you remain planted firmly where you are. “Have your moment.”
Nodding to Sam, Bucky begins to force his legs to move forward.
For the first time he’s not being held back, he’s not watching and screaming as you’re tortured, tormented and tricked. You’re free like him at last, and the tie between the two of you is no longer being cut apart.
Before you realise it you’re running. You can feel tears building in your eyes as your vision blurs, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re free, you can see him, the James you remember from all those years ago.
In his head, Bucky has envisioned this moment for years. Every time he thought about it, something different happened. Various outcomes played on his mind, but none of them went like this. For years he’s prepared to see you again, but now that it’s happening he is utterly clueless.
As the gap between you both decreases, all you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You can see his smile growing, the blue in his eyes that you could get lost in.
And then his arms are wrapping themselves around you, holding you close as you’re lifted from the ground. He twirls you in his arms, laughing in hysterics as you hold him tightly not wanting to ever let go.
Sam watches along T’Challa and Shuri, all of them having played vital roles in making this a possibility.
“Do you think she’ll finally be happy?” Shuri questions, glancing up to her brother who nods shortly.
T’Challa focuses on the scene before him, watching as Bucky lowers you back to the ground as his hands rest on your cheeks. No words can be heard between you, but whatever it is that Bucky is telling you it’s enough for you to cry in his arms.
“I think this is the fresh start she deserves,” T’Challa answers before he wraps his arm around Shuri, dragging her away allowing you a moment without observing eyes.
Wiping your eyes, Bucky shushes you. “I’m sorry,” You mutter as you look up at him, seeing the concern lining his gaze. “I can’t believe it, after everything you, you waited this long for me?”
“Of course, doll.” Bucky tells you clearly, wanting to make sure you understand at last. “I’ll always find you, Y/n. No matter where or when, what era we’re living in. I promised I’d get us out, didn’t I?” He chuckles as you rise on your tiptoes, kissing him softly.
Your kiss is something you’ve both longed for, a private connection between you both. Bucky lowers his hands to your waist, pulling you closer whilst you bury your fingers into his shorter hair.
As you both pull away, you rest your head on his chest. “Is this what you envisioned, James?” You question as Bucky looks around. “A house in the country, three dogs and two kids?”
Bucky smiles down at you as you look back up at him, something he’ll never tire of seeing from now on.
“It’s better than I could’ve dreamt, doll.” Bucky mutters to you as you smile to yourself, finally having found your home after years of torment, you’re finally at peace.
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I tried sending this before but idk if it worked, if it did sorry I’m repeating it. That playlist you posted reminds me of my own story where 5 teenagers beat up demons using baseball bats while sk8er boi by Avril Lavigne plays in the background
Ok, ok, first of all, anon. Lemme tell you. This sounds pretty goddamn epic. If it wasn’t clear by the title of my playlist, I am trash for fight sequences being soundtracked to pop songs. Or even better: pop punk songs. Because my musical tendencies have not changed a bit since 2006.
Also, one time I dressed up as Avril Lavigne for Halloween.
My playlist includes, but is not limited to: When Did Your Heart Go Missing by Rooney Sugar, We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy Super Bass by Nicki Minaj The Longest Time by Billy Joel Guilty Pleasure by Cobra Starship Band on the Run by Wings
AND
Steady, As She Goes by The Raconteurs which, more often than not, serves as the soundtrack for every fight sequence I write. The BEAT anon, the beat. It’s so good. I do not understand how it’s not in every movie.
