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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 29 days ago

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Things Are Not As They Seem -Oneshot

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Bucky held his gun high, poised for any kind of attack. The warehouse seemed deserted, but things aren’t always as they seem. Behind him was his mission partner, Y/N, pressed up against him and watching his six. Their partnership had been gawked at at first. He was the ex-Winter Soldier, a spy, soldier, sniper, and she was a short, plus sized woman wearing an oversized kaftan dress, walking barefoot on the dirty warehouse floor. But he trusted her more than any other partner, besides maybe Steve or Sam, that he’d ever been paired up with.

Y/N had the power to manipulate the elements. She was walking barefoot so that she could feel the ground beneath them and detect movement from beyond what they could see, her wrists slightly rolling as her fingertips glowed green and a wispy light weaved in between her fingers. She would randomly send a pulse down through her feet into the floor, and it would sweep undetected through the building and beyond, metaphorically tasting the air, the earth, the dripping water he heard nearby, and heat signatures. Bucky had found her incredibly attractive from the first moment he met her, and as they worked together his feelings of camaraderie and friendship morphed into something more that he hadn’t felt in decades. He couldn’t think of a better partner to have than a literal walking danger detector, who also kept him on his toes since he was so aware of her wherever they went.

They turned another corner and he stopped, reaching back and pulling her to his front, facing a door that led into what looked like a lab. “What do you see, Gaia?” he whispered.

Y/N lightly scoffed at the nickname he’d given her, referring to her abilities like she was Mother Earth personified. “Nothing human,” she replied, the wispy green light flowing from her fingers onto the floor and below the lab door.

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked, his metal arm holding the gun while his flesh hand grabbed at her dress, ready to pull her back any second.

“It’s like a…pulse of energy,” she said, leading him closer to the door. “Alive but…not sentient.” They both peeked through the glass of the door, then Y/N sighed and laughed at herself. “It’s a fucking plant,” she said, opening the door and stepping inside.

Bucky followed her quickly, putting his gun away as they walked over to the plant sitting on an exam table. He frowned at it. “That’s not like any plant I’ve ever seen,” he mused.

Y/N slowly circled around the table the plant was on, her power floating around it. The plant looked like some kind of alien flower, with little shoots sprouting down its stems that almost looked like they were suckers on an octopus. The flower part had anthers that were long and wispy, swaying in the nonexistent breeze of the lab. The anthers seemed to try and follow Y/N’s power as it swirled around them. “Weird,” she whispered. The flowers pulsed when Bucky got closer. “Careful,” Y/N said. “We don’t know what this is capable of.”

Bucky nodded, not liking the way the flowers reacted to him. He circled the table while Y/N went over to the desk in the corner, opening drawers, inserting a hard drive into the computer sitting on it and searching for information. The whole reason they had been sent out to the warehouse was to investigate a strange energy reading, and now that they had found it they needed to find a way to report back. He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of the plant from all different angles when Y/N suddenly gasped behind him. He quickly turned to face her and she looked horrified, staring at something behind him. “Don't move,” she said.

He froze, his eyes widening. He stood as still as possible while Y/N approached him with her power moving faster in her hand. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, barely moving his lips.

“The plant moved,” Y/N said. “One of its stems is reaching for you.”

Bucky frowned, his jaw ticking in annoyance and fear. “For fuck’s sake,” he groaned. “What do I do?”

“Just…slowly, step toward me,” Y/N said, reaching her hand out to him.

Bucky tried to keep his breathing steady, and just as he took his first step he was suddenly wrenched back by his metal shoulder. Y/N screamed as the plant’s suckers held him tight and twisted him to face one of the flowers. Bucky didn’t have time to even think before the anthers emitted a puff of mist right in his face. He spat and coughed, shutting his eyes tight as his metal hand ripped the stem off. It dropped its hold on him and he sputtered as he fell back and crawled away from the plant. Y/N’s power gripped the plant and it spasmed as she made it shrivel and tear itself apart. The flowers’ color drained and then the entire thing thumped sideways out of its pot, laying dead against the table.

“Buck! Oh my god, are you okay?” Y/N asked, sounding frantic as he felt her kneel in front of him, her hands cupping his face.

He continued coughing, trying to get the acrid taste of the mist out of his mouth. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, I think,” he said, rubbing his eyes before looking at her. For a split second it almost looked like Y/N was within an inch of his face, licking her lips. He blinked hard and when he opened his eyes again she was a few inches away, looking at him with worry. What the hell was that?

“Your eyes are red,” she said, slightly turning his face to get a good look at him. “How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?”

“I, um…” He looked himself over. His head felt a little fuzzy and disoriented, but overall he felt fine. “I think I’m good,” he said, glancing back at the plant. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Definitely,” she nodded, stepping back and helping him stand up. They quickly walked out of the warehouse and back to the cloaked Quinjet that revealed itself once they were within twenty yards of it. They climbed aboard and got themselves settled in their seats, taking off as fast as possible. Y/N sighed once they were in the air and leveled out, unbuckling herself and walking over to one of the side panels, opening it and pulling out the med kit.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Bucky insisted as she brought it over and set it down next to him.

“I don’t care if you feel fine, we’re going to double check,” she said pointedly, raising her eyebrows at him. She pulled out two devices that looked like tasers, gesturing for Bucky to hand over his right arm. He sighed and twisted himself so she could pull up his sleeve, then pressed the gun to his inner elbow and pulled the trigger. Bucky barely winced as it shot a few prongs into his skin, taking a blood sample and depositing it into a small beaker attached to the device that tested his blood for any abnormalities. She set it aside to do its job as she grabbed the other one and then kneeled in front of him between his knees. He blinked and then his eyes bulged as he looked down and watched her rub her hands up and over his thighs. “Let me help you feel better, baby,” she said, her voice sounding airy and wanton.

“W-what?” he asked.

He blinked again and Y/N changed. Her hands were still holding the device, adjusting its settings as she sat back on her haunches in front of him. She looked up at him with a frown. “What? I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” Bucky said, feeling confused and a little crestfallen. Something was wrong. He was hallucinating. What was in that mist? He cleared his throat and tried to adjust himself in his seat, desperately willing his growing erection to go away before she saw it.

A moment later Y/N sat up on her knees and held it up to his forehead. A blue light appeared and she scanned it over his whole body, then sat back as it processed.

Elevated heart rate and brain responses in the hippocampus, a little electronic voice rang out from the device. All other vitals are normal.

Y/N hummed, looking unconvinced, before she stood and grabbed the other device again. She pushed a button and a small holographic screen pulled up from it. She read over his blood levels then sighed and turned it off. “Well, everything seems normal. But you’ll tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to admit that he was having hallucinations about her. How could he tell her? “Yeah, I keep seeing you say or do kinda dirty things and now I have a raging boner.” He’d rather just die on the spot. He smiled tightly and nodded. She still looked unconvinced, but nodded back at him and took the med kit away.

By the time they reached the compound Bucky was pretty sure he was going to go insane. Every time he looked at her there would be a new hallucination of her saying something dirty, leaning too close to him, touching him, and as they walked off the Quinjet he could have sworn that her kaftan dress warped into the tightest catsuit that stretched deliciously over her curvaceous hips swaying as she walked. He kept shaking his head and rubbing his eyes like somehow that would make it better, although knowing it wouldn’t.

They did a quick mission debrief with Fury and then he followed her into the kitchen. Maybe getting something in his system would help burn through the mist faster.

He opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, chugging it within a minute then pulling out another one. “Jesus, Buck, are you sure you’re okay?” Y/N asked from the opposite counter where she was making a sandwich.

Bucky didn’t dare turn to look at her, knowing it would just be another fake image. He shook his head and tried to play it off with a laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine, just a dry throat,” he said quickly.

“Hm. Well, are you hungry? I can make another sandwich?”

“Uh, yeah, that’d be great, thank you,” he replied, leaning against the counter on his elbows, keeping his head down and turned away.

There was a beat of silence between them, the only noise in the kitchen was of her messing with the bread and the knife. She sidled up to him and handed him a plate with a sandwich on it a minute later. Her hand squeezed his arm and he bit his lip and shut his eyes tight. “There you go,” she said. “Hope that helps. But if you need anything else, baby, I could always suck you off....”

His head whipped around and he stared at her. Y/N looked at him in surprise at his quick movement. “What did you just say?” he breathed.

“What?” Y/N asked worriedly.

“Repeat what you just said,” Bucky demanded.

She frowned. “I said here you go, hope that helps, if you need anything else just let me know?”

He groaned and leaned back on the counter, resting his forehead against his forearm. “Great, now auditory hallucinations,” he murmured.

“Buck, what’s going on?” Y/N asked exasperatedly. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He took a deep breath and rubbed his face harshly. “I think that flower is fucking with my head. I keep…seeing things. And now hearing things that aren’t actually happening. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Seeing and hearing things? Like what?”

“You don’t wanna know,” Bucky said lowly.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know,” Y/N said comfortingly, stepping closer to him.

“It’s just,” he paused, looking at her. She was really close, and he tentatively reached his hand out to touch her. Right as his fingers made contact with her cheek the image fell away and she was inches away from his touch. “See! You’re not where I thought you were!” he said loudly, reaching his hands up and tugging at his hair. “God, I keep seeing you saying and doing really suggestive, sexual things and then I blink and it’s not what I thought it was, and just now you were just trying to help me and it sounded like you were offering to suck me off! I’m literally going insane.”

“Did it happen with Fury when we debriefed?” she asked, looking wary.

“Uh, no,” Bucky shook his head, leaning over so his hands were on his knees, trying to calm his panicked breathing.

Y/N hummed. “The stuff I downloaded from the computer at that lab said something about the plant toxin making people react differently to those they are attracted to,” she said.

“Did it say when it would stop?” Bucky asked, sitting at the table and shutting his eyes.

“In a few hours,” Y/N replied, sounding closer to him. “Though with the serum I’m sure it’ll only be a little while longer for you.” She stood in front of him and cupped his face in her hands, making him look at her. “Eat the sandwich, drink lots more water, go to bed, and then we can talk tomorrow and see if the hallucinations are still there, okay?”

Bucky nodded, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his face. “I’m sorry. This is really embarrassing–”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Y/N smirked at him. “And you don’t need to be embarrassed.” She leaned down to be face to face with him, her smirk twisting into something playful and mischievous. “We can discuss me sucking you off later.”

His eyes widened, and he blinked a few times to try and reset the hallucination. “W-w-what was that?” he asked.

“I said, we can discuss me sucking you off later,” she repeated, her smile widening and one eyebrow arching at him.

“I-I-I think I’m, um, not hearing you correctly,” Bucky sputtered.

Y/N suddenly leaned in and kissed him. He gasped, closing his eyes and trying to see if it was real or not. The kiss was short and sweet, and when she pulled away he tried to follow her. “You heard me correctly,” she whispered, giving his lips one more peck before letting go of his face and standing back up straight. “Sleep well, Buck.”

She took her sandwich and her drink, swaying her hips as she walked out of the kitchen. Just before she rounded the corner she looked back and gave him a wink, then disappeared. Bucky stared after her. His flesh fingers traced over his mouth, then he licked his lips. They tasted like the minty lip gloss she liked to wear, the only proof he had that it was all real. His metal hand pushed down on his boner, trying to relieve the pent up tension as he groaned again. “Fuck me.”

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beardedmrbean · 8 months ago

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The women of Iran are dancing. Women blinded, with one eye, or one arm, are dancing. Iranian Kurds are dancing. Across Europe, Iranian dissidents are dancing. Iranians – often, relatives of the regime’s victims – are drinking to show their joy. The daughters of Minoo Majidi, a mother shot dead by security services during the 2022 protests, shared a video of them raising a glass to President Raisi’s death.

Dark humour – the jokes of an oppressed people – are circulating. “Mr Raisi, you surprised us. We have no tapas for our drinks,” chuckles one Iranian in a celebratory video on social media. There was the gag about how a Mossad agent called “Eli Copter” had caused the crash. People have handed out cakes and sweets in public squares – an act of symbolic importance in Persian culture, often associated with joyous events. Celebratory fireworks filled the skies in Iranian cities.

Such courage is all the more impressive given how little Raisi’s death is likely to change anything in this closed prison of a society. It may somewhat alter the succession, since he had been one of the men tipped to succeed Khamenei, but the Ayatollahs retain their stranglehold. The bravery of anyone involved in any celebration or act of civil disobedience such as removing a headscarf, is astounding. Those letting off fireworks or handing out sweets are risking their lives.

History will remember Raisi as a squalid tyrant who took a twisted pride in human suffering. He was involved in the torture and extrajudicial murder of thousands of political prisoners held in Iranian jails and the mass killings of opponents in 1988, when as many as 30,000 are believed to have lost their lives. As Mariam Memarsadeghi wrote in a chilling article for Tablet magazine, “virgins were systematically raped before their execution, to circumvent the Islamic prohibition on killing virgins and to prevent women and girls from reaching heaven”.

And yet, the BBC posted about “President Ebrahim Raisi’s mixed legacy in Iran”. You can imagine the 1945 headlines about the mixed legacy of “motorway-builder, vegetarian rights enthusiast and dog-lover” Adolf Hitler, or that of “inspirational plus-size influencer” Hermann Goering. Reuters described how Raisi “rose through Iran’s theocracy from hardline prosecutor to uncompromising president, as he burnished his credentials to position himself to become the next supreme leader”.

Reading such things you would think Raisi was, at worst, a slight renegade. A cheeky chappie in a kaftan whose loss will be felt by light entertainment for generations. They tweeted like he was Rod Hull – rather than, you know, someone nicknamed “the Butcher of Tehran”. But in the real world, faced with the real consequences of the regime he ran, people are dancing.

It wasn’t just the BBC in its classic “tightrope walk” mode, either. Things were getting a bit Candle in the Wind at the UN, as the entire Security Council (including both the UK and US representatives) stood to observe a minute of silence for President Raisi. Goodbye Tehran’s rose.

European Council president Charles Michel tweeted out his sincere condolences, while the “European Commissioner for Crisis Management” committed the EU’s Copernicus satellite system to help locate Raisi’s helicopter, in the name of “#EUSolidarity”.

Lest we forget, Johan Floderus, a young EU official from Sweden, has been incarcerated at Iran’s notorious Evin prison for more than two years. We don’t see much “#EUSolidarity” coming from the other direction. Not to be undone, President Higgins of Ireland channelled the spirit of Eamon de Valera c.1945, by offering his “deepest sympathies” upon the death of a tyrant.

Such statements go well beyond basic diplomacy. Nobody asked anyone to gush; they chose to. The message it sends is a slap in the face to those bravely putting their lives on the line for freedom. But it’s par for the course in what is (sometimes optimistically) termed the “international community”.

Speaking of which, on Monday, the International Criminal Court put out joint bids for arrest warrants for the leaders of Hamas and the prime minister and defence minister of Israel. Given that the ICC has no jurisdiction, nor power of its own to arrest anyone, there was something bleakly comic about the manner of the announcement. Chief prosecutor Karim Khan delivered his statement flanked by a couple of glaring bureaucrats. The ICC appeared to be putting on its best “don’t mess with us” face. It looked like a geriatric version of Bugsy Malone.

The ICC application refers, pointedly, to the “territory of Israel” and the “state of Palestine”, which makes it clear which side its bread is buttered. It notably ignores Hamas’s use of human shields, surely a factor when assessing the civilian death toll. It even holds Israel entirely responsible for “closing the three border crossing points” after October 7.

Yet Hamas destroyed the Erez crossing, murdering its operators and blowing up the barriers separating it from the Gaza strip. Small wonder border checkpoints weren’t up and running immediately. Condemning Israel for this is grotesque; gaslighting on an international scale.

The timing is also telling. We have known about the crimes of October 7 from day one, thanks to the body-cams Hamas terrorists so proudly wore to document their butchery. Yet the ICC waited until May 2024 to condemn both Israel and Hamas on the same day. The effect is to suggest a moral equivalence between a democratic state and a genocidal terrorist group that says it wants to repeat the atrocities of October 7 indefinitely. You don’t have to believe Israel is above criticism – and nor should we – to recognise this.

Multinational organisations like the ICC are often held up as moral arbiters in themselves, when they will only be as virtuous or corrupt as their component member states, and reflecting the same biases. The World Health Organisation has long excluded Taiwan from its membership due to Chinese pressure. A ruinous decision, when Taiwan’s early warnings about the risks of human-to-human transmission of Covid in late 2019 were ignored. Something is rotten in the state of many international bodies and moral courage is in short supply.

Given such a clear-cut case of evil as Raisi, the mealy-mouthed global response does not bode well. For genuine bravery, we can look to the people at the sharp end of such regimes. Because still, in the midst of it all, the women of Iran dance.

#nunyas news #gotta send condolences #don't gotta fawn over the guy though

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 8 months ago

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By: Madeline Grant

Published: May 21, 2024

History will remember Raisi as a squalid tyrant who took a twisted pride in human suffering. He was involved in the torture and extrajudicial murder of thousands of political prisoners held in Iranian jails and the mass killings of opponents in 1988, when as many as 30,000 are believed to have lost their lives. As Mariam Memarsadeghi wrote in a chilling article for the Tablet, “virgins were systematically raped before their execution, to circumvent the Islamic prohibition on killing virgins and to prevent women and girls from reaching heaven”.

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