Oooohhh made up fic titles huh? How about Warning: Side Effects May Include.... ? 😊
Warning: Side Effects May Include…Idiocy
Note: Thank you for sending this in, @bonkywobble! I was gonna have this be kinda funny, but it turned a little angsty. I hope you enjoy it!
Warning: injury (self-sacrifice), hospitals, mild angst. Minors do not interact (18+).
Synopsis:
Okay, maybe you weren’t the best at hiding your absolute adoration of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. You couldn’t help but fall in love with the pair of them who welcomed you into the fold of the Avengers and cared for you like you were worth something. But you could have probably helped jumping in front of a giant ass missile heading straight toward them. No superpowers or love can protect you from your own sheer idiocy.
Excerpt:
Your name echoes, the shout reverberating in your skull from the two men you would give your life to protect.
It was a split second decision, jumping in front of the missile heading straight toward Steve and Bucky. They’d been too distracted by the fight and hadn’t noticed. And supersoldier serum or not, they wouldn’t have survived the impact.
It was instinct to shield them, jumping in the path of the missile and trapping it in a shield, trying to contain the blast as it exploded. Watching the bright reds, oranges, whites swirling within the nebulous force field, sweat beaded on your brow. Teeth gritting and a building cry in your throat, you tested the limits of your powers to protect everyone. Your concentration broke for one instant—one glance to see where Steve and Bucky were standing, if they were far enough away yet. And your world exploded.
Immediately, the soldiers ran to grab you, crying your name and muttering nonsensical placations about how you’ll be fine. They’d get you out of this. Inky black unconsciousness descended over you.
It wasn’t such a terrible way to go.
But everything aches.
Eyes fluttering open, the machines of the med bay beep. A groan, from deep within your soul, blows across your lips. You want to kick your legs in a petulant tantrum, but everything feels like it’s on fire.
“You’re awake,” someone says beside you.
Head turning slowly, you see Steve and Bucky sitting beside your bed, still strapped into their mission uniforms, scowls adorning both of their dirty faces. Fear lurks a bit deeper as they exchange a quick glance.
Bucky sit straighter in his seat and turns back to you. “You absolute dumbass,” he scolds.
Chris Evans can rail me, and by that I mean he can either:
Fuck me
or
Throw me in front of a moving train so that I can finally escape the living hellfire that is planet earth dear gOD PLEASE WHERE IS THE STOP BUTTON JESUS DIDNT DIE FOR THIS BULLSHIT
i really love my empathy which can definitely get me into trouble so much but i love being able to easily connect with people by understanding what they’re going through
26: My biggest pet peeves
oh for sure slow walkers. all the years of working in retail made me a fast walker and i hate getting stuck behind someone taking their sweet time and blocking it to where i can’t get around them
36: Where I would like to live
domestically, i’d like to live in Boston for awhile. I’ve always liked the city and being somewhere with actual seasons and cold whether would be nice. internationally, Ireland. it captured my heart from the moment i set foot in it.
Honey, I’ve got you! Hopefully you feel better when you wake up!! How about: When young nights have full moons?
When Young Nights Have Full Moons
Note: I was fully intending to make this an A/B/O fic, and I don’t know maybe it still could be? But this just came spilling out of me this morning almost afternoon. I couldn’t think of a character I wanted to write for initially (Edit: I’ve gone through an edited it in a better head space and I thought Thor would be a good character for this - 01/07/2021). Thank you for sending this in, @bonkywobble. 💜 I really appreciate you.
Warnings: depression, hurt/comfort. Minors do not interact (18+).
Synopsis:
“When young nights have full moons, my soul will find the path to you.”
Thor always comes when your heart needs him, he always hears the call. You don’t know why, you don’t know how. But he’s always there.
Excerpt:
“Old Devil Moon” plays on your speakers, the lyrics washing over you as you stir the pasta cooking in your pot. The full moon rises outside your window, just peeking through the curtains. Somehow fitting for a night like this.
Tears well in your eyes, ones you blink and sniff away. Dragging deep, shaky breaths into your lungs, you grab your bowl and fork, scooping up your dinner to serve yourself. Your fingers flick off the burners and you sink to the floor.
This moment isn’t your greatest, certainly not your worst. But everything aches. Your heart, your stomach, your head, your limbs. Swallowing down your comfort food does nothing, the taste familiar on your tongue but lacking the normal spark of joy it usually stirs within you.
A sob bursts past your lips, shaking your shoulders. Hunching over on the floor and setting aside your bowl, you lay on your side before the stove, feeling the hard, unrelenting tile under you. The coolness calms you just a little, just enough to let you draw back your control, until you’re silent.
Footsteps echo from the entryway, steady and evenly paced. They stop at the entrance to your kitchen. The music drifts through the air, filling the silence as he watches you.
Of course you know who it is. Thor always comes to you when your heart collapses in on itself.
He says nothing, but walks into the room, picking up your bowl and placing it on the counter. His warm body crouches low to the floor, dropping to sit right beside you, legs propped up and spread with just enough room for you to slide between them.
You eye that space with watery eyes, craving the comfort and closeness, but resisting it, dropping your gaze back to the floor.
His hand reaches out, rubbing over your back until you shift and cling to his calf, resting your head on his foot. His touch moves, caressing your cheek with soft strokes, soothing and wiping away your tears at the same time.
The two of you sit together, waiting for the moment that neither of you can name. The one where you move into his arms, where you allow yourself comfort and finally give yourself what you desire.
His arms always wrap just a little too tight and you relish in it. Tucking your head against his shoulder and fisting the soft cotton of his shirt.
“It’s late,” you mumble, breathing deeply to inhale the scent of him until it fills you more than your sadness.
“I’m not leaving you,” Thor replies gruffly. “For as long as you need me, I’m here.”
“Can—” your voice breaks over the words. You clear your throat and try again. “Can I have you forever?”
His brows tilt as you sneak a look up at his face, mild disbelief and a splash of hope shining in his eyes. He nods and pulls you impossibly closer, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and sighing deep with relief.
Lee Bodecker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Jefferson, me 😘
Georgie! You are trying to kill me here! 😩
Fuck: Jefferson. See previous answer about his inherently greedy nature. Then apply thoroughly to me. 😉
Marry: You. 😘 If you don’t think I’m gonna wife you up the first opportunity I get, then ding-dong, you are wrong. 😊
Kiss: Lee. Let me taste that sweet candy on his tongue.
Cuddle: Bucky. Because after Hydra, he deserves all of the care and love and positive touch he can get. 🥺
Get Drunk With: Steve. Just so he can relax with some Asgardian mead and take a break, unwind.
Actually, that was a lot easier than I thought it would be. Thanks for play! Sorry about the wait. I reblogged that ask game and then proceeded to crash. 💜
