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THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

⌞ ⚡︎ ⋆ Yandere! Thunderbolts X Reader⋆ ⚡︎ ⌝

𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷.

ᯓ✮ Bucky Barnes - The Winter Soldier | باکی بارنز - سرباز زمستان

He hunts you in the snow, razor winds, and ice crawling over his body fule the primal senses within him. Making it so easy to revert back to who he used to be, what he used to be. Bucky -all of him, every broken, miserable piece- has loved you for far too long, his precious little doll, his darling angel, the first avenger, the first hero, heck, the first person to accept him. He finds you in the snow, fallen, hurt. You're a lot weaker now with your weapons, without the machinery you'd grown dependent on. His blue eyes pierce the tundra as he watches you curse and kick. It's adorable, really, like watching a lion cub try to fend for itself. He picks you up, from one cold to another, dragging you back to him...

There's a warm, practically melancholy nostalgia when he carries you back to the tower. Like trekking through the ashes of past lives. Bucky hugs you close, and you take the opportunity to slip a knife from his hip and try to lodge it into his cheek. He drops you unceremoniously before the blade ever even grazes his flesh. There's a chuckle that erupts from his chest, gibby and boyish, like you've just finished retelling an inside joke, "Really, doll?" he asks, eyebrow raised as he walks up the stairs to his room. You stare at the blade and jab it halfheartedly at your vein. "Don't even think about it." His voice rumbles from upstairs, and in your fractured mind, you almost think the walls are crumbling from the sheer authority of his voice. You sign before trailing up the stairs and entering his room. Bucky pulls you onto the bed, littering your face and neck with rouge kisses and bites. He's so utterly happy to have his doll back. Tucked away with him, save from the cruel world.

｡˚🕸˚｡ Yelena Belova - Black Widow | یلنا بلووا - بیوه سیاه

She has played Odette countless times, embodying the Swan Girl trapped within the rays of moonlight. It had been a fitting role, a fitting role for any widow. Albeit she hadn't quite thought of it that way when she'd been on stage. She'd been too busy being mesmerized by her sister's performance of Odilia's Fouettés en Tournant. It's only when -many many years later- that Yelena meets you, that she remembers that dreaded dance once more. The heavy tutus and tight shoes, the ceaseless patter of her heart, and pings of joy and dismay. When you smile, it's like she's back on that stage dressed in feathers. Only this time…this time she understands why Rothbart had ensnared poor Odette within a swan's body.

To Yelena, love, true love, is protection. And what better way to protect the one you love than to trap them in a swan's body, repressed to a lake hidden within a magical forest in a kingdom that everyone's forgotten? That's why she hides you in her room, within the highest level of the old avenger's tower. That's why she sleeps with one eye open lest you attempt to run away by moonlight. In the play, Rothbart turns all of Odette's friends into swans. So Yelena does the same; she slays your family peacefully. Leaving them in tranquil sleep. Burns the house to make it look like an accident. This way, you'll stop running; you'll have nowhere else to go but into her loving arms.

✮⋆˙ John Walker-US Agent | جان واکر - مامور آمریکایی

His love is laced with violence, a deadly stab of a blunt knife. John ignores the fear in your eyes when he's close to you, the anxious squeak when he laces his fingers with yours. It's worth it, he thinks, whenever he has you pulled to his chest, the melodic tremor of your reverberating heart, it's maddening. To think only he can make you feel this way. Drum against drum as his own battered heart threatens to crack its marrow cage and detonate out of his chest.

John's knife slithers down your leg, the silver gleam blinding when it catches a rogue ray of light. His lips press soothing kisses around your knee, pulling you closer to kiss away your tears. "Don't," you beg, soft, anguished, like trying to approach a frenzied beast. "Please, I-I I promise I'll never…I'll never run away again". John rolls his eyes, and you can almost see him trying to smother his anger. His knife stops behind your leg, drawing figure eights and hearts along your calcaneal tendon. The world stills for an endless moment, holding its breath, not daring to move lest it upset the crazed hero. Then a sickly noise, a gritting tear, everything feels cold, you can practically sense the warmth escaping out of you, drop by drop. Your leg won't move, it's frozen, you try to scream but your throat only secretes a desperate whimper. John tugs on your leg, and the ripping noise vibrates again. "I know baby," he mutters, pulling you against him, heart to heart, "I know you'll never run away again".

₊⁺𔓎𔓎⁺₊ Ava Starr- Ghost | آوا استار - روح

To haunt is to love. To watch and memorize is like saying an 'I love you' that never reaches your ears. Ava has engraved your smile and the flutter of your lashes within her mind. Carved out how you like your morning coffee inside her heart. When you leave she slips through the wall, scratching her body in the lotion you use until the cream seeps past broken skin. Pulls your pillow to her chest and imagines it's you she's holding so utterly tightly.

She traces phantom kisses along your neck as you sleep. Cold and ominous as she slips over your body like a midnight breeze. Only this time, she doesn't flee when your eyes quaver open, when her solid body begins to form, you begin to awaken. Her grip on your wrist tightens. She can faintly hear the bones quivering and cracking. You try to push her off, landing a kick to her ribs that only goes through her. Her lips stifle yours, stealing the air from your lungs. She wonders if you were to die, would you ever end up haunting her as she haunts you? Your body struggles under her, as she phases in and out of being, dodging your attempts and freedom. In a flash, she's gone and you're left gasping for air, pulse thundering. She's gone, vanished. Yet her eyes still haunt you from behind the walls. It's hard to love when you're a ghost, nothing more than an eerie love letter, scribbled across your lover's corpse.

☽◯☾ Robert Reynolds - Sentry/Void | رابرت رینولدز - سنتری/وید

There's something twisted festering inside of him, like a grotesque amalgam of the Void and Sentry, like every part of him has morphed and mutated, agreeing on something, something awful. It hurts too, like being stabbed in the heart with a pair of dulled wooden safety scissors. And it only ever seems to happen when he looks at you. You're like his new drug, morphine, and heroin with little sprinkles of ecstasy. He loves the way you smile with so much energy and hope, only to crash and cry until your eyes turn red. You remind him so much of his pain, like falling in love with depression, like kissing the anthropomorphism of your pain, your sorrow. Bob wants nothing more than to keep you all to himself, to be happy with you, and to cry when you do.

To feed off your joy, your pain, you.

It's the Void who eats you. Gobbles you up one day when Bob 'accidentally' runs into you at Central Park. He wishes he could keep you inside him, locked away inside his head. It's romantic, Bob thinks, theatrical almost, like watching your life sprawled out upon a silver screen. You're sitting here with him, in the attic of his childhood house blocking out the noise with your questions, with your pleas to leave. "Yeah," Bob agrees, looking at you with nothing but pure adoration "I want to leave too...". He says choking on his melancholy.

The rest of the team is so happy for him, proud that their shy little boy has 'made a friend', he's a bit lost on the humor. But he's glad you're here, sealed away in his new room safe and sound. Void keeps scheming inside his head, ways to grab you, should you ever try to leave, and Sentry knows he can always find you if you ever 'get lost'. They'll take care of everything, all Bob has to do is enjoy you.

*❅* Alexei Shostakov - Red Guardian | نگهبان قرمز - الکسی شوستاکوف

He'll do anything for you. Burn the world, lay riches at your feet. Do anything to have you look at him, smile at him. It's only your approval that makes him feel accomplished. He can ever only find solace in you. The cruel thing that you are. But you'll just replace him; he knows it, there's never really been a reason to keep him around. Not back then when he'd been a great hero. Not now that he's merely a shell of his former self. Still, you play him, pulling him along and making him feel special. He'll do anything for a simple kiss from you. Anything to have you look at him just once more.

You can't escape him; he's always there. Menacing snowstorm, almost like a domesticated bear. You try to sedate him with small kisses and give him little tasks and favors to keep him busy. But it's never enough, he always wants more, to hold you close, walk around with your hands entwined. It's getting unbearable, you can't breathe, he's always there. Arm always around your shoulders, boisterous laugh in your ear. You're so sick of him. But every time you look his way, all you see is pure, persistent love.

‧₊‏꩜˚⋅ Tony Masters - Taskmaster | تونی مسترز - تسک‌مستر

Your presence chews at his mind. Like a lobotomy gone wrong. You were really only supposed to be a passing thought once. A minute away from all the pain, from all the shards engraved in his body that aren't really him. But that's the funny thing about Tony Masters, he may not even remember his own name, but he sure as hell can remember every microscopic detail about everyone else. Especially if that someone is you. Sweet darling little you.

When he kisses you, it feels more like he's taking you apart, analyzing your bones and tissues, and organs. You try to push him away, but it's all so hard when he's bound your arms so tightly. He's hidden you away in a safe house for now. Until the next mission and the next town, dragging you along like a cat with a dead canary. His teeth knaw at your lips, fingers bruising your hips. You whine and struggle only to freeze when he presses his knife into your thigh, softly at first, but the threat is there. He shushes you all so sweetly, the timber of his rough voice is almost hypnotic. In any other life, any other scenario, you would have even fallen for him.

×͜× Ghost | شبح

There are fingers laced across your throat. A permanent presence, like a second soul is haunting your body. You feel his kisses in the space between your breaths. He tells you he loves you when the lights turn off when you're all alone in the dark. He whispers it tenderly into your ear, like a crow singing omens of doom. You wake up in cold sweats to the melody of his sinister laughter. The painful push of his cold lips against your brow. You're being haunted, you're being loved.

The red sticks to your body intimately, fear lodged in the back of your throat. Ghost hovers in front of you, his fingers smearing the blood -your blood- across your body. Artist and canvas. "You look so pretty like this, babe." his fingers phase through your flesh, painlessly emerging covered in your crimson essence. You flinch, shivering as you watch his fingers disappear under his mask. "Have I ever told you how sweet you taste? Like fresh strawberries." The comment is too eerie to harbor any genuine affection, but as you've come to learn, the villain is nothing if not creepy. He floats closer, steel lips brushing your jugular, his kisses seep deep, kissing bones and muscles. He's melting into you, becoming one with your body and soul…

She's the second most powerful member of the Thunderbolts after Sentry, and I will hear none of the opposite.

Are we forgetting that this woman could appear and disappear at will WHILE taking stuff with her like guns or weapons. How did you think she was able to shoot Antonia? She shot the bullet while still invisible! This girl snapped someone's neck with a kick.

Physical strenght? Her frictions disappears when she is phasing but that's not what's important. She can literally put her hand in someone's body and kill them immediately while not even being seen. Are we forgetting that he was able to phase through Hank's neck?

Sentry obviously has so much power that she can't penetrate him (or however that works) and he is probably faster than her by a lot, but y'all can't tell me that Bucky, John or Yelena could beat Ava the motherfucking Starr.

Ain't nobody of them got a stark sonic cannon or a chitauri handcuff.

Alexei dirty ass house and him order delivery

Bucky eating microwave burrito (I forgor if it was actually a burrito)

Yelena cooking Mac and cheese

And John finding food in the wilderness

So here is my head cannon (?) of the team favorite struggle meals:

Bucky- hotdog (it reminds of eating them with Steve in Brooklyn)

Alexei- Black bread and potato or Borsch (reminds him off Russia and the Soviet Union)

Yelena- Mac and cheese with hotdogs (reminds her of her child hood)

Ava- Choripán ( reminds her of her childhood in Argentina with her parents)

Bob- dried ramen noodles mixed with Takis (cause as someone who lived in Florida, it seems like a very Floridan snack) or some monstrous combination of "food" that no human should stomach (he had to make his own food when he was young and the young mind imagination of uncontainable)

hhheyyy so its been a minute, have some Thunderbolts text posts :))