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thebigbadbatswife · 21 days ago

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Your Eyes Whispered, "Have We Met?”

Pairing - Batman x F!Hero!Reader Series - Under Your Skin Previous Part - Sticking Noses Where They Don't Belong

Summary - During a party, you meet Gotham’s most eligible bachelor. The more that you’re around him, the more familiar he is to you.

Warnings - Explicit language, POV alternates between Reader and Bruce. (If I missed anything, lmk!)

Taglist - Taglist is at the end of the fic. As always, if you would like to be added/removed, feel free to message me!

A/N - No current ETA for the next part, but I am hoping for it to be ready toward the end of the month (no promises though, December can keep me very busy). Hope you all enjoy this part! 💜

Word Count - 4.2k

Your hands smoothed over the front of your dress as you looked yourself over in your floor length mirror. Once again, your injuries had healed well. All bruising and swelling along your ribs and arm was completely gone, each breath no longer hurting. And all you had to remind yourself of the bullet that almost took your life was a nasty looking scar. At least it was in an easily hidden place.

Tonight you were headed for a party. It was one of those extravagant festive parties that happened close to the end of the year, which you honestly didn’t even like to begin with, but you had to attend to keep up appearances within your circles. Otherwise you were risking questions that didn’t have answers to them.

You just had to suck it up for a few hours and before you knew it, you would be back home, huddled beneath a blanket with a cheesy movie on the tv that you could fall asleep to.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped away from the mirror to grab your clutch purse and coat. The sooner you arrived, the sooner it could be over with.

The venue was dressed to the nines, as expected. Large, gaudy decorations cover the place with a ridiculous large tree to match, set off into one corner of the ballroom. It was a complete and utter eyesore. You no longer bothered with this sort of stuff anymore. Since your father had passed you hadn’t really seen the point.

Your eyes were drawn to him from the moment that he walked into the room. Outside of occasionally catching a morning talk show or the articles you scroll past on social media, you never thought that you would actually see him.

Bruce Wayne. Gotham’s most eligible bachelor for the longest time.

What was he doing here?

He didn’t exactly run within the same circles that you did. Though you were rich, you were not that sort of rich. He was old money. The sort of rich that preferred to stay in their tight stuffy circles while looking down at everyone else. Their philanthropy only happening when it benefited them.

Yet, here he was.

As soon as he had stepped into the ballroom, that dazzling white smile of his on his face, gasps had rippled through the room. Those gasps were quickly replaced by whispers. People leaning in close to each other, not even being subtle about it as they all asked the exact same question. “Did you know he was coming here?”. Meanwhile men and women alike swooned each time he looked in their general direction. Honestly, they might as well had been drooling all over the floor the way that they were looking at him.

There was no woman on his arm. No entourage following close behind and kissing his ass. He was completely by himself and, from what you could gage from the people around you, that made him all the more intimidating.

Sure, he was attractive in that irritating type of way where it was clear that he not only knew he was hot, but also used it to his advantage. Of course, if he did somehow end up in your bed you certainly wouldn’t throw him out of it. At the same time your brain was quick to remind you how much of a womanizer he was. An endless stream of articles from over the years detailing every breakup to new relationship to one night stands and back again.

And not to mention that, despite your money and the news coverage that had happened following your father’s death, you continued to remain relatively unknown to the outside world. Getting involved with a man like Bruce Wayne could potentially ruin that and leave your superhero identity compromised.

That, obviously, couldn’t be allowed to happen. Which made him the sort of person that you definitely didn’t want to get involved with.

Still, your gaze lingered on him. There was something about him. Something familiar. And not because you had seen him through a screen before now. No. It was something else that was holding your attention and you couldn’t put your finger on exactly what it was.

You averted your gaze away from him and snatched up a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a passing waiter.

You mingled with the other guests, chatting to new and familiar faces alike. All the while you did your best to make sure that you avoid Bruce. Physically, so far, it was working well. Verbally though? That was a different story. It felt like you couldn’t escape him. No matter who you spoke to. He was everywhere.

It definitely didn’t help that he kept on catching your eye. Something was really… off about him. It was the only word you could think of that really fit. And it continued to bug you.

At that moment, from across the ballroom, his eyes met yours. You felt frozen, like a deer in headlights as he looked you over. There was no lust or desire in his eyes. Only curiosity. A question was clear in his eyes. The same one that had been on your mind from the moment he walked in.

“Have we met?”

You didn’t wait for him to find an excuse to break away from the group that had surrounded him. You broke your gaze first and swapped your empty glass for a full one.

As you moved through the room, your eyes landed on someone that you were definitely happy to see.

Erica had been your best friend ever since you had been little. While you had drifted apart from each other during your teenage years, after you had returned you had reconnected with each other. In the years you were gone for, she had taken over her father’s tech company and, when you were sure you could trust her with your plan, she had started to draw up designs for your suit and gear.

She was also the person who had thrown tonight’s party.

Her dark brown eyes lit up when she saw you. She broke away from the group she was with and walked across the room to you. You hug each other tightly as it had been a while since you had actually seen each other, following the injuries you had received at the amusement park.

“So, how’s that outfit I gifted you?” she asked as you pulled away.

You looked around, making sure that no one was close enough to overhear before turning back to her. “It didn’t stop a bullet,” you said in a hushed voice.

“Fuck,” Erica replies, barely hiding her surprise. “That explains why you vanished.”

You nodded as you took a sip from your glass.

“I’ll swing by and pick it up at the end of the week,” she told you. “I’ll find my mistake and fix it.”

“It’s not your fault,” you started, but she cut you off with a sharp look.

“I made you something that was supposed to protect you and you almost… well, you know. That’s unacceptable.”

You sighed softly. As you were about to reply, the sound of obnoxious laughter caught your attention. Bruce Wayne was surrounded by a gaggle of people. Men and women shamelessly throwing themselves at him and he was drinking it all in. The disgust must of been evident on your face because Erica laughed.

“Damn, you don’t like him, do you?”

You scoffed softly. “Eh I just don’t like the whole womanising bullshit.”

The voice in the back of your head kept telling you that you knew him. No matter how much you pushed against it. Insisting that it wasn’t possible. You had never crossed paths with him. If you had you were certain that you would remember it.

“Fair. Though, if the internet is anything to go by, he’s not a bad lay,” Erica said.

You rolled your eyes. “I doubt it’s worth the attention that comes with it.”

There was the sudden sound of glass shattering and Erica’s head snapped in the direction as her brow furrowed. She sighed. “If you’ll excuse me.” As she walked away to deal with whatever mess had befallen the staff, she stopped for a moment and turned back to you. “Listen, if you get a chance to, I say jump him. Have some fun for once, you know? It’s not like you’ll ever have to see him again afterwards.” She winked at you, leaving before you could tell her she was crazy to think that you would ever “jump” Bruce Wayne.

You couldn’t believe that she had actually suggested to you to sleep with Bruce Wayne, of all people. Nor that, the gripes you had about him aside, it wasn’t entirely unappealing. It had been a while since you had last slept with someone. The last person being Batman. Whether it was Bruce or not, maybe it was time that you took someone else to your bed.

You went to bring your glass back up to your lips, but instead you gave the half full glass a hard stare. You frowned. You needed something stronger than the champagne they were serving. You discarded the glass on a passing waiter’s tray and made your way for the bar.

As you sipped on your preferred drink, the feeling that someone was watching you washed over you. You ignored it or, at least, you did your best to ignore it. You already knew who was watching you. He had taken notice of you earlier and his interest must had only grown considering you had tried to run.

Following the sounds of disgruntled and disappointed people, you heard footsteps coming up behind you. You kept your eyes focused on your drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him come to lean against the bartop. Bruce ordered himself an old fashioned, which you thought to be rather fitting.

There was a silence between you. The only real noise coming from ice clinking against the side of the glasses. After taking a sip of his drink, he broke that silence first.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before, yet I feel like I’ve already met you,” he said. His voice was smooth like honey and you could feel his eyes watching you.

You scoffed, not bothering to look at him. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Were you really doing this? Engaging in banter with a man whom you had already decided wasn’t worth the risk? You must of had more to drink than you originally thought.

Bruce chuckled. “Only to the most beautiful women.”

You felt your heart skip a beat and you almost wanted to laugh. Such a damn cheesy line shouldn’t of had your heart fluttering like that. He was too damn good at this. Still, you kept up the mask that he wasn’t having any effects on you. Which included sipping your drink and keeping your eyes focused either on the back of the bar or on your own drink.

“Does that line really work?” you asked.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shrug. “More often than not.”

“Right. Of course.”

Your unconvinced tone didn’t deter him. Bruce chuckled again. He was clearly finding this whole back and forth very entertaining. Honestly, you were enjoying it as well.

“I can count all of the people who are openly unimpressed with me on one hand. You’ve not only made it two, but my interest in you has only grown.”

His voice dropped an octave, sending a tingling up your spine. Batman came to the forefront of your mind. The deepness and rough edge of his voice as he growled and how it always left you feeling weak in the knees…

You shoved that thought away. Locking Batman back into his cage, deep within your mind. He had a habit for popping up in your thoughts when you didn’t want him to.

What Erica had said replayed in your mind. Maybe she was right. Maybe you should try and have some fun. You still had no idea why he seemed so familiar, but maybe that didn’t even matter anymore. After tonight you would never see him again, so why not?

Fuck it, you decided.

For the second time that night, your eyes met his own. His gaze was intense. Those steely blue eyes taking you in. The intensity of it, once again, reminded you of Batman and the way it felt when he looked you over, even if you couldn’t see his eyes thanks to the white lenses of his cowl.

You forced those thoughts away again. Doing the best to make sure your irritation was hidden. He wasn’t even here and he was still trying to ruin your evening.

“As has mine,” you purred.

His eyes visibly darkened and he swallowed thickly. You held his gaze a little longer. Even leaning in for a moment. Which had him leaning in as well. But before your lips could even get close enough to meet, you abruptly pulled away from him to down the rest of your drink.

After you had set the empty glass down, you pushed away from the bar and left the ballroom behind. Your heels clicked against the well polished flooring. As you rounded a corner, heading further away from the ballroom, you could hear footsteps behind you.

You didn’t get very far. Before you knew it a large hand wrapped around your upper arm, making you turn to face him.

Bruce towered over you, not too unlike a certain someone. There was a silent question in his eyes as they briefly looked at your lips before returning to your eyes.

“May I?”

You nodded. Your heart was hammering hard and fast against your chest, excitement flowing through your veins as he leaned in.

His lips were incredibly soft as they moved against your own. As he kissed you, soft and slowly, one of his hands came up to cup your face while the other came to rest on your waist. Bruce pushed you up against the wall. His knee parted your legs, pressing up against your core. The action made you gasp, which allowed his tongue to slip into your mouth.

The kiss quickly grew heated. As his tongue explored your mouth, your hands explored his body. You ran your hands down his chest and you untucked his shirt from his pants. Beneath your fingers, as you traced and appreciated his abs, you came across something that made you temporarily freeze.

The skin between two of his ribs was raised, rough and jagged. Like he had been cut into by a knife or something. Not only was it not the only one, but you recognised each and every scar your fingers came into contact with. After all, you had felt them enough each time he had been on top of you.

Suddenly you weren’t in a dimly lit hallway with one of the richest men on the planet. Instead, you were back on the Watchtower with Batman towering over you as he pushed you up against a wall, impatient fingers pulling at your suit.

The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t want to believe it.

Bruce Wayne was Batman? It was a ridiculous thought, but it wasn’t like you were able to ignore the evidence in front of you. All night you had been plagued with the idea that something was familiar about the man currently kissing you and now you knew why.

That was just your luck, wasn’t it?

It did beg the question of whether or not he was aware of your own identity. Was that why he’d had such an interest in you tonight, despite the fact he had spent a lot of the time letting others drool all over him? Surely not. The conversation you’d had with Batman previously played out in your head. He wished to be on better terms with you. Not besties, but better teammates was good enough. Doing something like this, while knowing who you are, but leaving you in the dark? No, doing something like that would be severely damaging.

Batman was many things, but he wasn’t stupid. Not when it came to things like this. Which could only mean that he had absolutely no idea. But you did and continuing this wasn’t a good idea.

You broke the kiss and pushed against his chest. He got the signal immediately as he let go of you and stepped away, giving you much needed space.

Bruce was panting hard and your lipstick was smeared on his lips. He was looking you over, concern evident in his eyes. Without the mask he was far more emotive than you had ever seen before.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

His concern was actually kind of sweet, but what did you do now? Did you tell him who you were? Or did you bolt, like you really wanted to?

Would he ever tell you if the roles were reversed? Probably not. Knowing the way that Batman was, he would keep it hidden. So, with that thought in your head, you decided on the latter.

Sure, it was the cowardly move, but you could feel your pulse getting faster, your heart thumping harder, and it definitely wasn’t because of the heavy kissing that had just taken place.

“No, you didn’t,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I just… remembered I have somewhere else to be tonight.”

It was the stupidest excuse you could come up with, on the spot, and he definitely didn’t look overly convinced, but it wasn’t like you gave him any time to respond. Without another thought, you shot past him and headed for the exit.

You half expected him to come after you. That maybe your behaviour had tipped him off, sending that detective mind of his into overdrive as he put the pieces together. You were thankful that he didn’t.

Your heart was still hammering against your chest and you honestly felt like you might be on the brink of an anxiety attack. You made your way to the check-in desk to grab your coat and purse and then you were stepping outside.

The freezing, winter night air that met your skin as you got outside did very little to help soothe you. You only really started to calm down once your driver pulled up and you were in the safety of your car, leaving the venue behind.

“You alright, miss?” he asked, glancing up at you in the mirror.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just take me home, please?”

“Of course, miss.”

You were thankful that he didn’t ask any more questions, letting the rest of the drive continue in silence. You spent the time focusing on the buildings that passed by the window.

It felt like you had violated his privacy somehow. Like you had walked in on Batman (Bruce?) and seen something you definitely shouldn't have. This whole thing would have felt so much better if you knew that he already knew your identity. Of course, if that had been the case, you doubted that you never would have got close enough to find out, in the first place.

You knew that you likely needed to tell him. You should have told him back there, but panic had driven you first.

How was he going to feel once you told him that you knew? Hurt? That you didn’t tell him then and there? Betrayed, maybe? You might have felt that if the situation was reversed. Especially after the conversation you had shared with him.

There was also a chance that you were overthinking this whole thing and that he might actually appreciate the honesty. You really wouldn’t know until you found a way to bring it up with him.

“Fuck,” you muttered quietly to yourself. “Why the hell did you have to be the same person?”

The rest of the drive to your place was silent. Though your mind kept racing at the speed of light.

You thanked your driver, and made a mental note to give him a rather large bonus this year, before you got out of the car and headed inside.

Instead of curling up on your couch and watching a cheesy movie, like you had planned, you headed for the bookcase. Your fingers traced over the spines of each one before finally landing on the correct one, which you gently pulled back. The bookcase slid backwards before sliding off to the side, revealing the elevator hidden behind.

You weren’t going to be able to get any sleep tonight, and finding out Batman’s true identity had done wonders in sobering you up, so you might as well go out and see if there was anything around your city that required your attention. While your newest suit remained damaged and unusable, you still had your previous one, which would do well enough for now. After all, you weren’t planning on fighting any supervillains tonight. And you hoped that none decided to cross your path.

All you needed was one quick patrol to help clear your head and figure out how you were supposed to approach this subject.

Bruce frowned as the woman scurried away from him and disappeared around the corner, the sounds of her heels quickly fading. He had clearly done something wrong that had made her run from him, but he was clueless as to what that actually was. He was an expert at reading body language, not to mention the World’s Greatest Detective, and yet, here he was. Completely stumped.

He shrugged it off and busied himself with making himself look presentable again. The reasoning really didn’t matter. She had become uncomfortable and no longer had any interest in him. Which was fine by him. In truth he had originally been looking for a way out of that ballroom he had felt like he was suffocating in and she had provided the perfect escape. He really didn’t care that he didn’t get to have sex tonight.

There were other things that required his attention tonight and now he was able to slip away without any questions being raised.

As he tucked his shirt back into his pants, he couldn’t help, but wonder if it was his scars that had deterred her. She had been feeling him up quite a bit until her fingers had come in contact with one. Then she had stiffened for a moment before promptly shoving him away.

It wasn’t the first time his scars had upset a potential lover. Though, both those times, he’d had time to explain them away as having happened during one of his many public “accidents”. No one ever saw his chest fully anymore. At least, not outside of his mask and pointed ears…

Before any certain memories were able to come forth properly, he shifted his focus on getting outside before someone wandered out of the ballroom and spotted him; therefore making it impossible for him to leave.

The valet was quick to get him his car and, as always, Bruce was more than happy to give him a sizeable tip.

During the drive back to his hotel, against his will, Bruce’s mind kept going over what had occurred tonight. An incessant need to analyse everything like he always did. At this point it wasn’t exactly something that he was capable of switching off.

His approaching her hadn’t been an impulse. Nor had it been entirely down to his need to escape. There was something about her that had screamed familiarity to him. It had plagued him throughout the night. His eyes constantly being drawn back to her. And not just because she kept looking in his direction.

Bruce hadn’t lied to her. He really felt like he knew her.

He knew that it wasn’t possible. He had never seen or even heard her name before tonight. Yet his gut was telling him that it didn’t matter what his brain thought. He had already met her. That feeling had only grown once he held her in his hands with his lips pressed against hers.

Perhaps it was because she reminded him a little bit of you. He knew that it couldn’t possible be you. Though this was your city, he knew you had a dislike for parties. From the Justice League’s Induction party to their New Year’s party, you had a skill for avoiding them, like the plague. On the off chance that you did show up, you stayed for a max of two hours before leaving, always complaining of a headache afterwards.

So, there was no way it could be you.

If there was one thing he hated the most, it was not knowing something. Especially when his instincts were telling him one thing while his brain said another. It was infuriating, but growing frustrated over it wasn’t going to assist in the real reason he had come all this way from Gotham.

While Bruce Wayne’s night was now coming to a close, Batman’s was about to begin.

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virginsexgod69 · 8 months ago

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5| Rebuilding

pairing Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

summary You and Daryl get started on removing the tree that fell through the window, but your mind wanders elsewhere.

cw descriptions of killing walkers, sexy thoughts, female masturbation

note heehee things are spicing up a bit

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“Daryl, you don’t have to stay jus’ for me. I’ll be fine on my own like I was before.” You really did want him to stay, but you knew he had people to look for. You’d hate to be the reason he never finds them again, so you convinced yourself that you were ready to let him go.

“You want help fixing’ yer cabin?” He asked. You looked at him, confused. Normally, you’d just call a window repairman to come fix it, but nothing was normal about the times you were living in. You didn’t think it was salvageable, and even if it was, you didn’t have the first clue on how to fix it.

“Uh- I..yes?”

“Then I’ma stay an’ help you.” His tone had a sense of finality to it, closing any doors to an argument, so you kept your mouth shut and nodded your head in agreement. You wanted to let him know that he didn’t owe you anything and that was free to go, but then again, it’d be idiotic to turn down such an offer.

You and Daryl stood at the side of your cabin where the tree fell, watching as the undead mindlessly stumbled around in that area, some even tripping over the fallen tree. He nodded his head in their direction as if to say it was time to kill them, so you nodded your head in agreement. Hearing crack after crack of their skulls shattering beneath your sledgehammer was gratifying. You weren’t even phased by the blood that splattered on you. It was almost therapeutic, the way you channeled all your anger into each swing of the tool. The anger from your husband leaving you alone with a child and a baby during a fucking apocalypse so he could live out his fantasies with your best friend. The anger from a tree crashing into your house, destroying some of the little memories you had left of your babies. The feeling of Daryl’s warm hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your rage filled haze. You looked around to see all of the bodies dead on the ground. Your eyes focused in on the sight in front of you, the corpse before you’s head was obliterated into an unrecognizable pulp. Pieces of bloody brain fragments decorated the lush, green grass and partially your clothing, too. You glanced away from it and looked into Daryl’s concerned baby blues instead.

“I’m great!” you promised, stepping away from him and the carcass at your feet. You really were feeling a lot better. Maybe it was because you were finally out in the sunshine after days of stormy weather or because Daryl stayed to help you, or because killing all those undead helped you release a lot of steam.

“How should we get started!?” You asked with cheerily with a wide smile splitting your face in half. You were sure you looked something out of a horror movie, covered in blood and brains, smiling almost psychotically. Slightly perturbed, Daryl glanced away before looking back at you.

“Got any axes or anythin’? We gotta get this tree outta here,” he explained.

You left and came back with two axes after searching your house for a moment or two. The tingle you felt in your spine from brushing fingers with Daryl as you handed him an axe lifted your spirits even more. You followed his lead as he hacked at pieces of the tree. Piece by piece, there was less and less tree protruding through the window.

The hot, Georgia sun beaming on your skin was increasingly uncomfortable. You were sweating bullets and desperately needed a break, but as long as Daryl was working you would, too. You glanced over at Daryl to gage how he was doing only to have your breath taken from you. The sunlight glistened off his tanned, sweaty arms, only accentuating the way his muscular biceps flexed with every swing of the axe. His chocolate brown hair dripped with sweat, making him look downright delicious. You needed to focus on the task at hand! You ripped your eyes away from him and got back to chopping wood, this time, more ferociously as you tried to force those thoughts of Daryl out of your head. He must’ve gotten to a particularly difficult piece, because you heard him grunt each time he forced the axe out from being lodged into the wood. The sound made your mind wonder, imagining if those were the noises he made in bed. The pulsating throb you felt in your core forced you to drop the axe and step away.

“I’ma get us some waters,” you rushed out before hurrying off into the cabin. You gulped down your bottle of water as if it would cleanse your mind of those previous thoughts. Seeing Daryl like that made you realize it had been a small eternity since you’ve had sex, even before the world turned upside down. It felt weird to have this side of you awakened again, but a good weird. But nothing good lasts, especially not these days, so you buried those thoughts and desires deep down within. You polished off the water and grabbed a bottle for Daryl before heading back out.

When you came back outside, Daryl was tossing the some of the last parts of the tree out of your window. He wiped the sweat from his forehead before gratefully accepting the water from you. He uncapped the plastic bottle before bringing it to his lips and chugging it. You watched as streams of water escaped the corners of his mouth and leaked down his chin and dripped onto his chest, sliding down until it met the fabric of his sleeveless shirt. The thoughts came flooding back tenfold and you and to had turn away.

"Sun's settin'. We can finish tomorrow," he said as he stretched his sore arms.

"I thought we did finish?" you questioned. Your whole body was a sore, sweaty, bloody mess. The thought of more work made your back hurt. You stretched your sore limbs as you stared at the orangey sky, enjoying the cool evening breeze against your damp skin.

"Gotta board it up, unless you want walkers gettin' in," he said as if it were obvious, which it kind of was, but your brain was tired.

"You call them things walkers?" you asked, laughter hidden in your voice.

"Yeah? Wha's wrong with tha?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothin', but I mean they do a whole hell of a lot more than walk..."

"Well wha' do you call 'em, then?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "Never thought to name 'em, just call them 'the undead'." You glanced back up at the sky, admiring the beauty that had been hidden behind thick storm clouds for the past week. You glanced over at Daryl and saw him quickly turn away from you and look at the sunset too.

"I'm gonna go in and take a shower. You're free to use it when I'm done, if you'd like." And with that, you were off to the cabin.

Once you locked the bathroom door behind you, you quickly shed off your disgusting, bloody, sweaty clothes and hopped in the shower, turning on the cold water. Without electricity, cold water was the only option, but you were grateful to have running water at all. You stared at the floor, watching as the dried blood was rinsed off your body, staining the water pink until it finally faded to clear again. The thoughts of Daryl from earlier resurfaced, making you want to bang your head against the wall. You felt guilty for thinking of him in such a way. Here he was, a guest in your home who was kind enough to stick around to help fix the damage to your cabin. And here you were, thirsting over him like a cat in heat. You splashed the cold water over your face, but it did nothing to cool your thoughts. You were sure you were only feeling like this because it had been almost two years since you've gotten any. Maybe, you thought, if you just touched yourself the thoughts would calm down.

Your hand slipped down between your thighs and you slid a finger between your folds, feeling how wet you were. You were almost embarrassed at how soaked you were, but there was no going back now. Your fingers began rubbing slow circles on your neglected clit. Pleasure shot throughout your body, urging you to keep going. You increased your pace, simultaneously increasing your pleasure as you continued those circular motions. You bit back a moan at the same time you swallowed your guilt. The coil in your tummy was building up, waiting to explode. Images of Daryl painted your eyelids causing your cunt to clench over nothing. You slipped a finger into your slick hole, wishing it was Daryl's instead. You slipped another one in once the sting from the first subsided, but it still didn't feel like enough. You grew frustrated at how your own fingers couldn't quite reach that spot, so instead you focused on your clit, applying more pressure and chasing that orgasm that was so close to coming. You thought of the way Daryl's tanned arms flexed as he was chopping the wood earlier and that coil burst, making you see stars as you came. But once you came down from that high and realized what you just did, shame washed over you like a bucket of ice water, colder than the shower's spray that was currently splashing you.

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booppooo · 3 years ago

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Body Guard: Chapter Four

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader Series

AN: heyyy, how y'all doin... anyhoo I hope this chapter meets ur expectations, enjoyyyy

Warnings: blood and injury, murder, infected, lethal weapons, swearing

Word Count: 2632

June 12th, 20 hours remaining

Abby was quick as she traveled through the buildings and down alleys. Y/n found herself struggling to keep up and it didn't help that Abby didn't mind to check on her. Not even a simple look over her shoulder. Y/n knew Abby had every reason to ignore her, and the thought made her slump over and slow down (this and the fatigue from little sleep and food).

The soldier was driven now not by fear of her leader dying, but by the irritation of Y/n's poor choices. Now her primary goal was to get this mission over with to be rid of the doctor lagging behind her, as selfish as that was. Her shoulder burn and stung from the hack-job that was her stitches and the growing infection. However, her pain was an after thought and surely would never come up in conversation with Y/n; she could see the physician now.

"Not much farther." Abby informed with the first words that had been spoken in hours. Y/n stayed silent.

They had gotten to the roof of an old building and were able to gage a portion of Seattle. Though it may never return to the hustle and bustle it harbored decades ago, mother nature's makeover was far more encapsulating. The way vines and leaves seemed to swallow structures, and how streams and rivers flowed through the destruction done by FEDRA, it was something of a beautiful disaster. Abby had seen it a hundred times and still she couldn't help but watch it for a moment, just a moment.

"We don't have much time."

Y/n's voice was quiet and cautious, afraid if she said the wrong thing in the wrong tone she'd be thrown from the roof. Abby's faint grin scrunched back into a scowl as she watched Y/n climb down the latter. She was right, time was running out, but hearing it come from Y/n made it more aggravating.

The hospital was just out of reach. The soldier knew they'd be back at the base by now if they had been given a truck and a few more men. If Isaac made it through this surgery, Abby hoped she'd be getting a little more than 'top soldier' treatment. From Y/n's perspective, she just hoped Isaac would make it, no need for the gold star. The doctor seemed to gain some confidence by taking the lead. Much like Abby, she didn't bother to glance back, not when the hospital was this close. She almost hoped Abby would speak up about it and say how she needed to keep behind her just to strike up some banter. But the blonde kept quiet and jogged behind her, it wasn't like she'd take a wrong turn now.

Months ago the hospital had been swept to gather supplies. The stadium, as well as other outposts, were running low on just about everything and needed just a quick pick me up. At that time, there wasn't a reason to venture into the lower floors that had been lost to the infected, there wasn't a reason to risk losing men.

Abby held the second set of keys to all the outposts and kept them stashed in the bottom of her pack. She unlocked the chain keeping the hospital secure and readied her pistol for any unwelcome intruders. Again, Y/n was on her heels every step of the way - feeling as if they had gone too long without some excitement.

She fumbled with the list in her pack, "Okay, we need-"

"It's going to be either in the ER, ICU, or trauma, that's all that's left."

Y/n frowned at Abby, though she couldn't see it, and stuffed the list in her pocket. It was becoming more and more clear how hopeless their friendship was.

With their masks on they began rummaging through the abandoned waiting rooms and hallways leading to the three units. Y/n searched for anything remotely medical while Abby searched for straggling bullets and supplies to make pipe bombs. Though Y/n was under the impression she had seen the worst of it on her date with the stalker, Abby knew that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Y/n watched as Abby stuffed a single bullet into her pocket, "Seriously? One bullet?"

The blonde remained silent.

"How do you know it's still any good?" Y/n pressed.

Abby shot a look at the doctor, but all that could be seen were threatening eyes piercing through her mask. So, Y/n took the hint and they carried on into what was left of the emergency room.

15 hours remaining

The gas masks were already hazy from heavy use and old age, this mixed with the spore filled air, visibility was low. Once again, Abby turned to Y/n with her stern eyes and instructed her to stay close.

As they traveled from room to room they stripped them of what they had left. In the process they came across some med kits that they were both hopeful had the desired supplies, but were only met with an empty box. In the process a few clickers and stalkers were put to rest, nothing out of the ordinary for Abby, except for Y/n essentially clinging to her.

They crouched behind a bed and listened closely to the clicker stumbling and, well, clicking. Abby held a bloodied finger to her mask and Y/n nodded, it was the last clicker and would be easy to dispose of if they were silent. With her shiv in hand, the soldier silently glided across the floor getting closer and closer...

Crash!

Y/n gasped and scrambled, her face draining of color. The clicker screeched and whipped around with its flailing arms, landing on Abby. It's mutated mouth closed in on her neck as she did all she could to push it back. Her shiv did little now that she was using both her hands to shove and smack away it's clawing fingers.

I'm not dying here! Abby thought.

With a mighty shove and a grunt, Abby managed to buy herself just enough time to re-grasp her shiv. Her jaw clenched and her teeth bared as she prepared herself for the next attack, all she could hear was her heart thumping in her ears.

Therefore, she failed to hear Y/n sprinting around the room for a weapon. She nearly came up empty until she remembered the pistol that had been snuggly tucked in her jeans. Without a second though the doctor fled for Abby, and within the window in which Abby managed to create space between her and the clicker, Y/n fired her shot.

Then another. And another.

Then her gun stopped firing bullets and clicked every time she pulled the trigger with a trembling finger. She was like a broken record, tugging and clicking.

As her heart steadied, senses such as hearing and touch returned. Abby heard the clicking and finally gripped reality as she looked up from the deceased clicker. Droplets of blood had splattered onto Abby's mask but she could still clearly see a shaking Y/n amidst the darkness and spores. She reached over and snatched the emptied pistol from her loose grip.

"The hell is wrong with you!?" Abby hissed at the surgeon.

Y/n hadn't even noticed her vision was blurred from the tears in her eyes. Abby's voice was distant and fuzzy.

"I told you to stay put so shit like this doesn't happen."

The blood pooled around the clicker and seeped over to Y/n's boots. It ran slow and thick from the dead body. She was fighting for a full breath.

"Are you even listening?"

Abby's boots stepped into the dense puddle and obstructed the view of the body. Her voice was clearing up.

"You..." Y/n choked out, "You almost..."

Abby furrowed her brows and tilted her head to meet Y/n's eyes. They were dark yet wide.

"I could've lost you."

Abby could see the agony in her eyes, the absolute terror. She would scoff any other time seeing as their dynamic was nothing but snarky comments and eye rolls, but Y/n was shaking like a leaf and her words just barely made it past her lips.

"Uhm.." Abby was unsure, "Let's keep going."

A quick look over Y/n's shoulder and Abby could see where the commotion had come from, the ceiling had collapsed some right where Y/n sat. Even more reason for them to kick it into high gear.

Abby guided Y/n from the room by her shoulders. She was much smaller than Abby, most people were, but she never got to feel how much smaller people were than her. Most of the time she was lugging another soldier packed with muscle, but this time she had her arm wrapped around a frail surgeon, something she hoped she wouldn't have to do again.

Once they returned to the hall, a long, streaky trail of blood lead straight toward the exit. Surely it wasn't them, they had spent their time fighting their battles in designated rooms. Whatever it was that did this was nothing but trouble. However, all that was left to sift through were ambulances just beyond the blood ridden exit - just their luck.

The building vibrated and more ceiling crumbled at the sound of a booming, guttural roar. Not a click, not a screech or even a scream from a bloater or shambler - a threatening, dangerous roar.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader

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cathwritestragediesnotsins · 5 years ago

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Unconventional

Alpha!Daryl x Alpha!Reader

Summary: Y/N fears her feelings for Daryl, thinking he couldn’t possibly want to make things work with another Alpha, could he?

A/N: I made T-Dog and Glenn Omegas for the sake of the storyline.

Word count: 2,641

I huff as I stomp away from another fight with the stubborn redneck alpha. Carol raises her brows in question at me as I march toward the camp, leaving Daryl to go out searching by himself. Again.

“Unbelievable.” I mutter.

“He’s not the only one who wants to find Sophia! But he acts like he’s got dibs on looking for her or something! Like it’s his job and nobody else’s!” I complain animatedly, taking a seat on the picnic table situated under the tree Carol’s clothes line is hanging on. “Does he really think he can find her all by himself??”

“Goodness knows what goes on in any Alpha’s head” Carol says, shooting me a pointed glance. I give her a ‘you’re-not-helping’ look in return. She just laughs and shakes her head. “Why don’t you help me with this while you complain about Daryl.” she requests.

I huff in annoyance and then groan in protest, slumping in my seat dramatically before finally pushing myself up and shuffling over to help the grey-haired woman.

We work in silence for a bit before Carol speaks up “When are you going to do something about your infatuation with Daryl?” she asks.

I turn sharply to face her,

“What? I’m not infatuated with Daryl! He’s an Alpha!” I defend lamely. The woman gives me another pointed glance, “Mhm, ok, sure.” she says sarcastically, making it clear she doesn’t believe me. “I’m not!” I insist, movements becoming unnecessarily aggressive as I continue hanging clothes up to dry.

“Then why haven’t you shown any interest in any omegas? You avoid T-dog and Glenn like the plague since they’re unclaimed!” there’s a long drawn out pause as I refuse to acknowledge her words. She sighs “There’s nothing wrong with two Alpha’s being together...” Carol suggests open-endedly.

I sigh, avoiding eye contact. “That’s not how it works and you know it.” I argue. “And who decided there were rules to love?” she counters.

“Woah woah woah no one said anything about love! I am NOT in love with Daryl ok?”

Carol finally halts her work and turns to face me, reaching over to stop my movements as well.

“Aren’t you though?”

My eyes dart up to make contact with hers at that, lips parting, about to protest.

“Y/N, I’ve seen the way you look at him, like he’s everything to you. It’s the same way Rick looks at Lori. And Daryl looks at you like that too! Fuck the rules!” Carol says, raising her voice and then remembering where we are. She glances around to make sure Carl isn’t anywhere near by before continuing at a lowered volume. “Fuck how things are ‘supposed to work’! If you want to be with him than you are the only thing stopping you.” she encourages, squeezing my hands comfortingly.

I shake my head, “I don’t know Carol, what if he doesn’t want this? And even if he does what if he changes his mind later? He’s an Alpha, I don’t want to be the one to stop him from finding happiness with an Omega.”

Carol huffs out a gentle laugh, “Have you ever thought that he might be scared of that same thing?” My brows furrow in thought. “No, I guess I haven’t” Carol nods understandingly,

“Look, all I’m saying if that if you two love each other why not give it a shot?” Carol says, quirking an eyebrow at me before turning back to the clothes line.

We continue to work in silence after that as I think about what she said. Could two Alphas make a relationship work? It wasn’t unheard of but it definitely wasn’t a common occurrence and there was a reason for that.

Could Daryl and I be a part of the small statistic of Alpha/Alpha mating that stood the test of time?

~~~

I came darting out of the house the second I heard a gunshot ring out across the Greene’s property, the screen door banging open and closed loudly in my hurry to see what was wrong. I pulled out the knife strapped to my thigh and ran as fast as my legs would carry me toward the group of people in the paddock.

“What’s going on??” I asked as soon as I was within shouting distance. Glenn jogged ahead of where I could see Shane and Rick dragging a limp body toward the house. “Andrea shot Daryl!” he informed. My eyes widened in panic and my mouth dropped open but before I could say anything Andrea and Dale were running towards us, the former screaming “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, is he dead??” I followed after the duo, getting closer so I could check on Daryl.

“Unconscious. Ya just grazed him” Rick informed as he and Shane continued marching swiftly to the farmhouse.

“Well look at him, what the hell happened?? He’s-he’s wearing ears!” Glenn cried, gesturing to Daryl’s chest where sure enough walker ears were strung around Daryl’s neck by an old shoelace. Rick quickly ripped the make-shift necklace from around Daryl’s neck as we neared Hershel who was standing concernedly just off the porch. “Let’s keep that to ourselves” Rick mutters as he shoves the string of ears into his shirt pocket.

“Guys!” T-dog spoke up just then, trailing behind the group and staring in awe at something in his hands “Isn’t this Sophia’s?” he questions, holding up a ragdoll for the group to see. I gasped the tiniest bit when I saw the familiar toy. Rick and Shane stopped and turned, everyone’s faces holding grim expressions as we realized what this might mean. The two shared a look before resuming their current task. “Take him to the spare bedroom down the hall, Maggie show them where it is.” Hershel ordered, joining the group of people following the three men in concern. Maggie nodded and Beth yanked open the screen door for her sister and the trio behind her, Hershel turning and blocking the doorway for the rest of us “Stay out here, I need space to work” he demanded before finally letting the door swing shut behind him.

I ran my dirty fingers through my hair, tugging at it and breathing rapidly as I tried desperately not to break down. “Do you think he’ll be ok?” a voice behind me said and it provided the perfect distraction. Suddenly I felt white-hot anger spreading through my body and I turned on my heel, hair flying as I whipped around to face the blonde woman.

“What the fuck is wrong with you??” I roared. “How could you shoot him!” Andrea’s expression crumpled as I marched towards her but Dale stepped between us. “Woah, Y/N, she thought he was a walker!” “So?? Don’t make excuses for her Dale! Even if it had been a walker she would have put more people in danger by using a gun but she just had to show off and if she wasn’t such a shit shot she would’ve killed Daryl!” I pushed past Dale and shoved an accusing finger into Andrea’s collarbone. “You and your pride have been nothing but trouble for this group. You’d better get your shit together and under control or Daryl won’t be the only one with a bullet in his head.” I hissed venomously, giving her one final withering glare before stomping off to my tent to calm down

.Once I reach it I shove the flap aside, crouching to go inside and falling to my knees on top of my rumpled sleeping bag. Tears began to run down my cheeks as my fear caught up with me fully. I dissolved into a mess of overwhelming sobs, hugging myself as if to keep from falling apart.

I could’ve lost him.

~~~~~~

I roll my eyes as laughter from the dining room filters under the closed door to the room where I’m sitting, keeping an eye on Daryl. I can’t believe they’re out there having a dinner party and pretending like everything is peachy when Hershel expects us to leave as soon as Carl recovers, Sophia is missing and Daryl has just been shot. A scoff escapes my lips.

“What’s got you all worked up?”

I jumped a bit, turning to see Daryl peeking at me through barely opened eyes in the low lamplight from the bed.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” I ask, getting up from my chair to go sit on the end of the bed. I reach forward to remove the cloth from Daryl’s forehead and though he watches me skeptically, unsure of what I’m doing, he doesn’t try to stop me or flinch away. He grunts in answer to my question as I submerge the washcloth into the basin of water on the bedside table and ring it out before replacing it on his head in an attempt to cool his hot skin.

“You didn’t answer the quest’n” he points out. I huff out a humorless laugh and shake my head. “Nothin’, just can’t believe that bitch shot you.” I excuse. He grunts again, reaching up to feel the bandage wrapped around his head “Knew one of ‘em would sooner or later.” I roll my eyes at his self-depreciating joke, but a smile creeps onto my lips anyway. We’re quiet for a moment after that. I’m too caught up in my own head to notice the curious look Daryl is giving me. I feel myself begin to slowly unravel as intrusive thoughts flicker through my mind. The same thought that has been haunting me all day repeats over and over in my head: I could’ve lost him. My breaths are shaky and quiet and I keep my eyes focused on the floor. “Hey,” Daryl calls suddenly, snapping me out of my trance. I glance up at him uncertainly, trying to gage how much he noticed just now. When I see the concerned look he’s giving me I force a smile. Daryl remains unconvinced.

His hand reaches for mine that rests on the bed next to his shyly, a silent plea to tell him what’s wrong. I watch his fingers intertwine with my own, loving the feeling of his rough skin against mine. It takes me a couple minutes to sort of the words, and work up the courage to say them but Daryl is patient, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand soothingly. Suddenly my eyes dart up to connect with his and I feel this undeniable pull. I was so scared. Without warning, I move as if on impulse, sliding over Daryl’s lower legs under the quilt to the other side of them bed and crawl up toward the headboard, curling up and hiding my face in Daryl’s side.

I can feel him tense, knowing I caught him off-guard, but he doesn’t pull away, instead, lifting his arm to wrap around my shoulders comfortingly. Tears flood my eyes again and I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear “You scared me.” I admit. My voice sounds so fragile; vulnerable. But that’s the thing about my relationship with Daryl, he understands that being afraid doesn’t make me any less brave, needing help doesn’t make me any less capable. He takes every part of me without question, respecting me while at the same time being there for me whenever I need him. And in return I do the same. That’s why our relationship works so well, why I’ve never been interested in an Omega.

“I’m ok.” he finally replies, leaning over to press a delicate kiss to the crown of my head.

“Don’t leave me.” I whimper, the words slipping past my lips without meaning them to.

“Never.” Daryl replies instantly. “You’re stuck with me for as long as ya want me.” he says, chuckling.

I pull away to look him in the eye. “I always want you.” I tell him truthfully, the events of today giving me the surge of confidence needed to tell him how I felt. “I want you for the rest of my life.” I say earnestly, needing him to know that, even if he doesn’t want me the same way. His eyes widen in surprise and he studies me for a few quiet moments, searching my features for any sign of a lie.

“But...what about your Omega?” he questions hesitantly. I laugh, “Daryl, I’ve never wanted an Omega. I only want you.” a small gasp escapes his lips at my words, our hearts both beating wildly in our chests. He reaches up timidly to brush a few stray hairs out of my face. “Are you sure?” he says and I can hear how tight his throat is in his voice. I nod firmly, watching him closely, trying to figure out what he could be thinking.

“Al’ight” he says suddenly.

I tilt my head, my brows furrowing in confusion, “Alright what?”

“I want that with you too.” he says, too shy to meet my eyes as he says it. Only when he finally glances up at me does he see the large grin that has taken over my face. A smile of his own makes its way onto his face when he sees the happiness glinting in my eyes.

Without giving myself time to overthink I lean forward, taking his face in my hands and pressing my lips to his. It takes him a moment for him to recover from his shock but then he immediately returns the kiss, his facial hair scratching at my face pleasantly. I scoot forward on my knees to get better access and he leans his head back to adjust to the new position. His hands find their way to my hips and he pulls me onto him so that I’m straddling his lap while one of my hands smooths up the back of his neck into his hair, tugging lightly. He grunts in satisfaction at the action, deepening the kiss.

All of the sudden the door to the bedroom pushes open, Daryl and I both pulling away from each other in shock to see Carol standing in the doorway, a surprised look on her face. I quickly move off of Daryl’s lap, my cheeks tinting pink with embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry, I just came to bring you some dinner,” Carol says, opening the door wider and producing a tray. She smirks and sets it down on the bedside table “but don’t let me interrupt. It’s about time you two got together!” she says mischievously. “Carol!” I say, my mouth hanging open in shock at her forwardness. She giggles and dodges the pillow I throw at her. “Have fun!” she calls before swinging the door closed and disappearing from sight.

“YOU’RE DEAD TO ME!!” I call out after her, huffing and slumping back against the footboard of the bed.

I turn back to Daryl, expecting him to look mortified at the interruption but he’s just looking at me with a small, fond smile. “What?” I question, “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Nothin’, you’re just cute is all.” he replies, shaking his head while the smile still tugs at his lips. I fake gasp, placing a hand on my chest in mock offense. “Excuse you! I’m not cute, I’m an Alpha!” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. He chuckles, reaching out for me and tugging me closer. I give in to his pull, collapsing on top of him, my body draped over his, our legs tangled together and my chin resting on his chest just below his collarbone “I know, and I love you Alpha.” he says. I can’t stop the grin that breaks out on my face, so wide that my cheeks begin to hurt. I push myself up, drawing our faces closer together, stopping with my lips inches from his, our forehead’s leaning against each other “I love you too Alpha”

A/N: I felt like the ending was pretty corny but this has been in my drafts for ages and I couldn’t come up with anything else so here ya go lol

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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My broken Angel - Gage x fem!reader

warning : drug use, use of mommy/ma'm, emotional, angst, hurt/comfort, smutish, blood, emotional breakdown, no use of Y/n, afab reader

Summary : A call that had saved him and his colleague Gage was free. But free from the old building did not mean free from the addiction and the day. He needed someone, he needed his girlfriend to take care of him and relieve him of any pain.

Info : It's been far to long since I have wrote something for Rory's characters and today say hello to Gage from Bullet Head a newcomer in my masterlist but my sweet angel. No seriously he is so inspirational just by looking at him OMG. So anyways have fun reading and I hope you Rory lovers have found your way back here ;)

Ps : I tried to look the movie online obviously not illegal but somehow my internet was like ,,No-No-No we don't do that here". So I only had a scene pack on youtube, edits and trailer of the movie to get his charcter/personality. I hope despite it I wrote him good.

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Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. A break-in, it was just a damn break-in, a robbery and not something that should scale. At least that's what the three of them thought, it was supposed to be simple and not the possible end of their careers.

But in the end it was a nightmare the dog was not the man's friend the dog who tried to kill them the police and the men from the illegal dog fight they all tried to get them. If a call hadn't gone through, if one more thing hadn't happened.

If Gage hadn't been successful in calling his girlfriend, they would never have gotten out of here. She could tell by the trembling of his voice that he was stammering slightly and was nervous that something was wrong.

,,Just wait as best you can, I'll be right there," she had exclaimed into the cell phone for fear he wouldn't hear before she had rushed into the car to drive to the place. Her fear grew by the minute.

She didn't approve of his robbery, didn't approve of his secret, didn't approve of what he was doing. And yet her own job was not enough with his to pay any bills.

It was necessary, and although he was so fragile when you broke him, he sacrificed himself for her. ,,I'll-I'll take any job for you," he had once said as he gently pulled her into his arms.

His blue eyes showed truth and yet she saw the fear that he knew was dangerous. Saw that he was full of fear of the world, he would stay with her and would prefer to stay in her arms.

Ever since they had met, she had given him a bowl of soup at the food bank, something like dependency had developed between them. She was his anchor, his everything. And he would do anything for her so as not to lose her, but he would do just as much for his addiction.

She had seen it at first, the twitching, the nervousness, his diminished eye contact. But the worst was when she found him in her bathroom with the needle next to him, the oozing blood flowing from his arm and the tear-stained look on his face.

She didn't feel disgust or revulsion, she felt devotion. She called him angel from then on. Since then he was the image of a broken angel. The black hair, the bright blue eyes, the self-harm in the form of addiction.

He was so fragile that she believed that if she left him he would kill himself, that he saw no point in giving up, that he was so scarred by life. And yet she let him do his business, relying on his colleagues to make sure everything went well. Until now.

Now she raced through the streets in her car towards the building, knowing that all she had to do was open the door and get out, but she didn't know what she would find.

Please just be complete,she pleaded inwardly, thinking back to that evening. As she slowly knelt down to him, she picked up the needle and looked at it.

Saw the drop of the drug, saw how the heroin had to go through his body. ,,I'm...so-sorry," she had heard him murmur as he opened his eyes, saw him looking at her and felt her heart beat faster.

She knew it was wrong that she wasn't disgusted and angry. But she wasn't angry like she should be, her anger came from the worry that he would die one day.

But before she let this coldness of punishment out on him or even let it get to him, she felt his cold, slightly trembling hand on hers. How he tried powerlessly to move up slightly to get closer to her. ,,You're just so... helpless," she replied, making it sound like a statement she was right to make.

He didn't speak back, just nodded silently and cuddled her almost pleadingly in her arms. He knew that she would always take him in and catch him. That she wouldn't leave him, wouldn't hit him, wouldn't be brutal like his father.

She was almost like a mother and was only too willing to blur this reality. ,,My helpless Gage, you'll never do it for me again, will you?" she asked, putting her arms around him. She could feel him looking at her, taking his head off her shoulder and moving closer to her.

He wanted to kiss her but she used her hand to gently grip his jaw. ,,I promise, I'm sorry...Mommy," he said, tears gathering in his blue eyes before she released him and he gave her a sloppy kiss before he fell limply back into her arms.

And all this while the little trickle of blood ran from his arm. The first time he had called her that she had accepted that he needed it.

She would not let him fall apart in this world. That was the first time she had ever seen him so ready. And now? ,,How do I find you now?" she asked into the car when she finally arrived at the building.

Getting out of the car and trying to find an entrance, the situation soon revealed itself, a dead getaway driver, Gage's colleagues suspiciously quiet, the sound of a dog barking what almost seemed like a farewell and then she saw him. ,,Gage! You're alive!" she shouted when she saw the black-haired man who seemed to be hiding behind the two older men.

,,Hello dear," he mumbled and lowered his gaze, not wanting her to see him like this, but the blood that had flowed from his nose was already dripping and he couldn't get rid of it without water. Besides, the pain and the smell of metal distracted him from the addiction that was raging inside him.

,,Your nose is bleeding," she realized with fear and carefully grasped his face, looking left and right to see if he still had anything. Every further bruise and every scratch and scrape made her heart ache even more.

,,It's...nothing," he said, mumbling, knowing that the other two wanted to go home, away from this place, that his friend was the thing that separated them from freedom. He gently took her hand, it was cold, and she saw his smile, saw through it, knew he was suffering.

The sigh that left her lips made him slightly sincere. Wordlessly, she squeezed his hand and gave him a look that could best be interpreted as one of concern before she opened the car and they all got in.

The engine started and they drove away from this terrible place. It was quiet between the four of them, no one said anything, no one dared or wanted to.

They had all experienced too much to want to dwell on it. She saw in the rear-view mirror that the two older ones were looking out of the window, their thoughts still completely elsewhere.

If he had died, I would have blamed you, she thought, her hands tightening around the leather of the steering wheel. His colleagues were the reason why he was now almost slumped over in the passenger seat.

His hands folded on his lap, she saw him trying to rub off the excess skin on the sides. The blood was still on him and he just looked completely wiped out. ,,It's going to be okay," she said softly and put her hand on his thigh for a moment. She felt him flinch and his gaze went to her.

The broken angel. She saw again the angel she loved and cared for. ,,It will be," he replied almost appathetically and squeezed her hand lightly, a touch that could almost have been an illusion. But she had felt it, she was there. He was with her again.

The car journey, which dragged on for a few minutes, only ended when the two of them were no longer in the car. The colleagues had been gone for a long time and they had closed the front door of the apartment behind them.

When she heard his almost vulnerable sounds as they walked up the stairs to the apartment. She saw him getting more and more lost and as the front door closed, tears flowed down his cheeks. ,,Gage...it's okay, I'm here...it's over," she said instantly and put the front door key aside, taking him by the hand, hearing him try to say something but it came out slurred under his crying.

She pulled him behind her on the way to the bathroom, the white streams in contrast to his blood and the blue of his eyes standing out against the dark charcoal black hair.

,,Don't...don't go," he said clearly, holding her firmly by the wrist as she sat him on the edge of the bath. He seemed completely out of it, distraught, traumatized, and partly because of the drugs, at least that much she guessed.

Leaning down to him, she gently stroked his dark hair and heard his suppressed whimper as his blue eyes turned to her. ,,I'm not going Mommy is just getting a towel okay?" she asked knowing it wasn't really a question. Gage knew inside himself that she was the one in control.

But he should still give his understanding to his inner self. Because a dangerous angel on earth could break at any time. Her gaze met his and her eyes detached themselves from the blood.

Showing him that she wasn't lying, she felt his grip tighten for a moment, he didn't want to be without her. Before he nodded slightly and gave a soft, ,,Okay ma'm" before letting go of her, his hand landed powerlessly on his leg and he remained sitting on the edge of the tub.

She calmly moved away from him, knowing that nothing would happen, and walked with unerring steps into the kitchen to fetch a towel and return as promised.

Saw how he exhaled shakily with relief when he saw her again, that she hadn't left him, that he wasn't just imagining her through the heroin. ,,Don't be alarmed, I'll wipe the blood off. Everything will be all right again in a minute," she said gently and gave him a small, warm smile.

She knew that he needed her, that she was everything to him, that her angel was everything to her. She took the cloth and held it under lukewarm water before she carefully began to dab away the blood and then rub it.

What at first only led to a wince became a plea and whimper after she rubbed it. ,,Shhh I know I know," she said slightly warningly, feeling his hands on her side as he held on almost convulsively, seemingly unable to bear the pain.

She knew exactly what pain. ,,I just need you - I need you," he stammered, she knew what he meant and, above all, what he wanted.

By the time she had wiped the rest of the blood from his chin and cheek, there was hardly anything left of the injuries. He pulled her close and leaned his head against her stomach, hugging her, wanting to be closer to her.

She put her hand on his head as she did every time, stroking his black hair and holding him. ,,I know...I know Gage and you can do it too...but no drug...for today," she replied slowly, feeling him almost flinch as if she had hit him. But they both knew what it meant for the black-haired man.

More hours, another day without his drug. She knew he was screaming and raging inside that he needed it and yet he was so pathetically handsome to look at.

She placed a hand on his cheek and watched him lay his head against it, snuggling against her before he rose, powerless and surrendered. His hand was entwined with hers and he slowly led her into the bedroom.

The big bed they shared had seen better days, but that wasn't the point. What was between them was something completely different.

She saw him sit down on the bed, almost about to fall asleep, he didn't seem to know what he wanted to do for a moment. ,,Wait, let me help...everything will be better in a minute," she said and squeezed his hand before letting go of his.

She went to the window and drew the curtains, closed the door and undressed slightly. Folding her jeans and putting them aside, she had long since taken off her shoes and removed her top.

When she saw his gaze go to her, he almost seemed to be asking permission to look at her body. ",,The night is all yours," she murmured and opened her bra before it fell to the floor and she took her large T-shirt.

Hiding her body underneath, the shirt went up to her thighs. She saw him scrambling over to her as she lay down on her side of the bed.

Leaned against the pillow and opened her arms to him. ,,That's it," she said and Gage lay down between her legs. His upper body leaned against hers, his head on her shoulder, his hands on her legs.

She felt his tension, felt the slight trembling as his fingers traced small circles on her thighs again and again. ,,I-I'm not getting anything, am I?" he asked, she knew he was looking at her through the built-in mirror in the closet door. She saw his blue eyes closely. She slowly let her hands go of his hair.

What had started as a light stroke became a distraction. ,,No, you got me Gage...that'll have to do for today," she admonished him but didn't raise her voice, letting her hand wander over his neck.

She could feel the rapid pulse underneath and wanted to make it clear to him that he should pull himself together. That she would give him something.

But his protesting whimper was little resistance. Instead, she felt his fingers lightly draw the small circles further up to her center. ,,I know what you want, my angel," she murmured and let her hand wander down over his top.

Went under his shirt and felt the soft, cold skin of his upper body. Heard him exhale shakily as he pressed against her, he knew what she was getting at.

She lightly scratched his cold skin the lack of pain wasn't enough he wanted more instead the red strands were burning him. ,,Please-Please...I need you," he murmured, his gaze going to hers and she gave a knowing grin.

,,I know, my angel," she replied and gave him a soft kiss on his black head of hair before running her fingers over the waistband of his trousers. She felt his tension move around the silver button, wanting to finally be distracted with something else.

If it wasn't lust for addiction then it was always lust for love. For her. She slowly saw the bulge forming in his pants as she stroked the heavy fabric of his jeans.

The coldness that always seemed to emanate from him slowly mingled with the warmth of devotion. ,,Please-please Mommy," he murmured, pushing his hip against her hand, trying to get more of the feeling.

,,You were so strong today...I want you to have it all," she whispered and undid the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper and seeing his cheeks turn pink at the sound. Before she stroked his hardness, she saw the clear bulge in his shorts.

She gave him another kiss on the head before she closed her fingers around his hardness and made a few strokes over the hardness of his pants, the fabric teasing him and asking him to give her everything.

,,Let me hear you," she reminded him and took care of him again. The room filled with his lustful noises, the use of heroin long gone.

But his search for her was something he needed even more than his drug. She only needed one thing. Her broken angel.

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@icarus-star , @romanroyapoligist , @kristennero-wallacewellsver , @spookyorchid , @roryculkinsgf

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wydobrien · 8 years ago

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when you give most, but expect least.

AUTHOR: @wydobrien. please tell me what you thought of this! i appreciate all of your guys’ feedback.

PAIRING: stiles stilinski x reader.

WORD COUNT: 1,901.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i wrote this during a sick day at home, with no intentions of this being a series or anything; just being. . . something i wanted to write. i wrote this based on season six of teen wolf when stiles stilinski was abducted by the ghost riders, and someone who felt close with him dealing with that. also - i wrote it all in entirely lower case because, once again, i wrote this for fun and therefore, since i write comfortably in all lower case, i did it the way i wanted. thank you for reading - i worked hard on this. i might consider making this a series, but for the pure reasoning of you all wanting it to be one. ツ

WARNING/S: this contains depressing themes. it is emotional, and i do ask that if you struggle with those kind of things to not read. but, instead, here’s a link to some teen wolf bloopers to bring some positivity to you instead.

LISTEN.

❝ an inky darkness poured into the bedroom like a smoothly draping tide, a comfortable silence resting upon my reclined shoulders, eyes drooping and heavy-lidded while they kept their blank stare onto the plain plaster of the ceiling above me. my energy leaking from my fingertips, the only form my waned strength could emerge as was the lukewarm streams of salt and bitterness skimming past the curve of my flushed cheeks. with dry lips and a sore throat, forehead emitting febrile warmth, my body remained still from the aftermath of the beating of my own cognitive assertions.

two pairs of dirtied converse clad feet slapping against the grainy concrete, my heels pulsing in unison with my heart and a burn tightening along the tops of my thighs, his hand yanked me in unpredictable directions, but his panicked expression held position. i attempted to rebel against his force, perplexed of his brisk, protuberant terror. his eyes darted from the nearest corner of right and left, as if searching for something to avoid, despite my own staying straight. “you gotta come on; they’ll get you too!” he panted heavily, glancing back at me with his widened, yet vibrant with multiple clusters of emotions, whiskey-brown eyes. i could only exhale a hiccuped breath, and i lifted the weight i had been pulling against him. “they’re coming! come on!”

i felt the light breath blow from my throat, heart picking up a slightly quicker rhythm. i could still hear his voice, loud and clear in my ears, as if he was laying next to me, but i could not think of where he could possibly be. he was present in my head, nowhere to be seen in my room, although for some reason, it was like he had been fictitious. i couldn’t quite recall the last time i saw him, yet in the farthest parts of my brain where i could not reach was begging to tell me otherwise.

“i’ll kill him. i’ll break his hand, get into my car, run him over and kill him. i will- i will take this lacrosse stick here and shove it so far up his ass-”

“you’ve made your point. you want to kill gage barrett.” i interjected, rubbing the blossoming bruise on my cheek lightly with the pads of my index and middle fingertips. i furrowed my eyebrows in precipitous confusion. “why would you break his hand if you’re just going to run him over and kill him?” he shot me a bitter look before reaching his left hand to brush over my own on my cheek, gently peeling them off just to barely glide his fingers over the bruise, eyes squinted and mouth tilted downwards slightly in a soft, but sincere, pout.

my eyes darted to his hand and then to his face, heart skipping a beat here and there. “because he laid a hand on you in a way someone like you shouldn’t be touched.” my eyes went wide, and he only weakly grinned, before suddenly removing his hand from my face to tap the tip of my nose. “plus, gage does better backhand shots than me. gotta get first-line somehow.” we both cracked a smile, and he met my side to rub the other. as we departed to get to the nurse, i still heard him mumble, “i’m still going to kill him.” as i pushed my hair from behind my ears to hide the impending blush beginning to darken amongst my cheeks.

bottom lip quivering, a chill crawled along my stilled body, and my legs briefly trembled. his touch, feeling as fresh as day but utterly overlooked to remember, wanting to feel familiar to me but my brain was unable to process it in the way i wanted. i couldn’t visualize it, but i just knew, i knew that there was this one time where he had caressed my cheek to ease the pain from a bruise. but nothing, not anything, supported my thoughts.

eyes hardened onto the halfly-written outline in my hands, pencil tucked behind my ear and ankles crossed over and swinging below my cushioned desk chair, i let out a tired sigh. i re-read over the roman-numerated bullet points, attempting to connect the ideas and check for their amount of coherency. using my right hand to grab my pencil, i had been about to erase one of the ideas i found improbable before something small hit my cheek, a powdery substance fluttering onto my eyelashes and undulating to the top of my leggings. i let out a huff, wiping the powder off myself and continuing to work. then, the same small object hit my face once more, and another, this time catching onto the strands of my hair. my free hand picked the object away, and i realized it was a white cheddar popcorn kernel. “do you seriously have to do this now?” flick. another one. i could feel his smirk from across the room, and i dropped my pencil onto my desk to roll off and threw myself off my chair. he seemed taken aback, but i didn’t hesitate to storm to him, grab the bowl of popcorn from his hands and dump all of it over his head. suddenly realizing my actions, my mouth draped open, but my chest still heaved in little frustrated breaths. i was prepared to apologize and help him pick up the kernels, but he only quickly dove forward into my waist and tackled me to the floor, and that’s when we both busted out into a laughing fit. “are you satisfied now?”

“well, you aren’t stressing over an anecdote that’s due next week anymore. my mission has been accomplished. oh, and, you best help me get all this popcorn powder out of my hair or i’ll shave your head overnight and use it as a wig.” i choked out a laugh as he held me down to the ground, eyes bright and wild, but both our smiles genuine.

a feeble whimper trembled past my lips, eyes burning, throat clenching around every choked breath i exhaled, like wood rubbing against sandpaper. my body felt frozen in ice, cracking under broken shards of things i no longer wanted to feel, but held together by the poor whispers of my heart telling me to hold on to something i barely could grasp. my head, pounding so loudly and throbbing to the point of where i felt i could implode, brought so much pain to me, so much pain that i could not fight it. for the reasons this pain was here, i could not precisely tell, it came from many instances of my life. it was all wrapped in one, pointing its gun of cruel reminisces at my head and pulling the trigger with no one there here to help me pick up of pieces of myself. i had no one. no one was there, no one was here. i could not face this torture by myself, it pressed a pressure into me that i easily collapsed under, i could not deal with it. i wasn’t built for this. i didn’t want this. why couldn’t these thoughts, these brutal, crushing thoughts, leave me alone? why couldn’t these- these memories pass?

my eyes, fearful and anxious, landed on him, who was quivering within my arms, both of us pale-faced - scared out of our minds. i didn’t know what was to happen to him, i didn’t have experience in this at all, and i begged for mercy for him. he grabbed onto my forearms firmly, his lips sputtering out nonsensical phrases and words while my mouth, draped open, became empty of words. i looked up, a desperate emotion clouding over myself, but finding no one here to assist. the next few sentences that left his mouth were the only ones that were sensible, but stung my entire being excruciatingly.

“i can’t breathe. i can’t breathe. i can’t feel anything. why can’t i feel anything?”

i did my best to hush him gently, eyes finally sinking down to his own, my tears falling onto his face and mixing in with his own. “i’m trying. i’m trying. don’t give up on me.”

“i don’t have anyone. i killed her. i-i killed her.”

shaking my head rigorously, i did nothing to fight the sobs that left my throat, the congestion beginning to liquefy in my nose that i tried to sniffle up, the violent shaking of my hands and body. so, i did the only thing i could think of, the only thing i felt would be helpful. the only thing that i thought could save him. i brought my mouth to his and pressed my lips together, before leaning down an inch and meeting his lips, which silenced his cries and the room we were sitting in. he seemed to gasp, before i pressed my lips harder onto his, screwing my eyes shut so tightly it inflicted slight pain. there was a headache beginning to swell my head, but, i showed no signs of struggle anymore, i felt him hold his breath, and i felt accomplished. the atmosphere finally calmed between us, as my lips, along with everything i’ve ever felt for him, broke from his. “y-you’re not alone.” i whispered, hands cupping his cheeks and thumbs rolling across the raw skin of his cheekbones. “b-because. . . because you have me. you have me.” it was then i held him close, i held him close to my chest, nothing but silent tears skidding down our faces. “you have me.”

“you promise?” he croaked, burrowing his face into the crook of my neck, one of my hands soothing to the back of his hair, tenderly brushing through it with my fingers.

“i promise.” i confirmed gently, unclenching my eyes, but still keeping them shut. “always.”

everything broke. my tears freely fauceted from my hurting eyes, my heart burst-ed, and everything broke. everything fell apart. it was then my throat ripped a whimpering sob; loud with hurt, pulsating with frustration, laced with loss of hope. i didn’t know what happened, i didn’t know if he was real, if anything was real. where have you gone? i thought, where are you?

an echoing laugh haunted my ears, one i knew belonged to him. after that, layers upon layers of his voice boomed inside the room, like a record stuck on a skip, growing increasingly louder as my ears rang trying to decipher it all. my body finally made movement, but all i could manage to do was curl up further in my bed, scrounging the sheets between my fists and holding on tightly. my heart raced. faster. and faster. faster. i couldn’t count my heartbeats, i couldn’t feel myself breathing, my head hurt. oh goodness, how my head hurt. i can’t think straight. i can’t think straight. i can’t feel. i can’t touch. everything hurts. everything hurts. why am i so alone? why couldn’t i remember him? why can’t i fight? why can’t i fend for myself? where are you? i pleaded again mentally, where are you? why aren’t you here? i need you. . . i need you stiles.

i need you stiles. stiles. that was his name. stiles. my eyes snapped open as a crackling whimper forced its way through my lips, feeling desperate to get up but finding no strength to move. he was real. he was real.

he was real. ❞

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thursday-writes-fanfics · 8 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast ( Bucky X blind reader ) part 7

Fandom: Avengers, James Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes, marvel Warnings: Kidnapping, experimenting, mention of nudeness. Words: 1177

WARNING! If you do not enjoy these kinds of fanfics, please, be very sure of your decision when reading this as it might make you feel uncomfortable. WARNING!

You knew nothing of time, of day and night. You had been emerging and recoiling from your own existence for you didn’t know how long and all your memories were disorientated. All you remembered was extreme pain. You felt like you were floating, but something had been forced down your throat and made sure you were able to breathe. It was secured by a small mask over your nose and mouth that was held together at the back of your head. You hadn’t panicked when you returned to your senses. You were used to feel helpless without your eyesight, so it was not much of a difference. Of course, it was a shock to your entire system when you feel the strange tubes inside of you and to be floating but your mind could not muster even the tiniest drop of fear inside of your system. It was as if the feeling had been ripped out of your mind, from all your senses and deeply rooted instincts. Maybe it had something to do with all the small tubes attacked to your naked body. You weren’t truly sure if it was thought. You could hear the faint sound of people talking around you, speaking a language you could not understand. But a feeling in your gut told you that they were about to do something that would send them all to hell. You breathed in deeply when you suddenly felt the small tubes into your body expanding and a cold fluid pumped out into your blood.

You writhed were you were, a scream wanting to tear from your through but was unable to. Agonising pain pulsated through you and your hear started racing like a hord of wild horses. You could feel your body tensing, your muscles swelling to a slightly larger size as the liquid had penetrated your entire system. You jerked your hand to the side, feeling the smooth surface of glass meeting it. You bent your body and started slamming your fists against the glass, a loud cracking noise being heard through the liquid you were floating inside of. Voices of distress could be heard from outside the glass but your system did not respond as it usually would. All you knew now was pain, and that you had to get away from it. Unholy shouting bounced inside of your mind, echoing inside of your head. Your fist collide with the glass once more and you were washed out on a cold metal floor, the muffled screams now becoming clear and loud. Your ears hurt from all the noise and it felt as if you were suffocating. You grabbed hold of the tubes in your mouth and pulled. Gaging noises left your throat as the tubes had been forced deeply inside of you. As they got pulled out of you, you coughed and your stomach turned violently. But nothing cascaded on the floor like it should have if you had eaten something. It made you wonder for how long you had been here, and how much of this freak liquid they had put inside of you while you had been out. All the memories of pain must have been these kinds of experiments they had made you go through.

”Fire!!!” could be heard from your right side and then the sound of guns firing rapidly. Your hand grabbed hold of whatever was closest to you and grabbed hold of what seemed to be a bench. You felt bullets bounce against yours skin, no pain except the one the liquid gave you. You rose to your feet with the bench in your hands. With a shriek you threw it over your head, your body spinning with the momentum. Soon cries of terror and misery reached your ears along with the loud crash of the object you just had thrown. You would have been awestruck by your sudden strength if it was not for the tubes still pumping the liquid inside of you. You tried to rip one of your had, but not even with your new strength could you pull it out. It seemed as if they had hooked themselves into your flesh and skin, making it impossible to pull out, just like a fishhook. As you stood there, wet, in pain and angry you figured that the only way to make the pain stop was to stop the machine filling you. You stumbled forward on weak legs, as if you were a newborn foal. The alarms rung around you and you reached out with your arms. All machinery you found was ripped from their places, thorn straight out of the wall and then throw on whoever tried to attack or stop you. You pulled a machine loose and a fierce explosion followed right after. You were thrown onto the ground, ears peeping and your mind spinning. You could hear the roaring fire around you. Turning over to lay on your stomach was done so with a lot of effort and your breathing was shallow. You laid there, the pain subsiding slowly along with your strength and energy. The wetness on your slowly dried, only a thin layer of moist covering your skin. All the pain was gone and fear returned to you. It was a strange feeling. To have known nothing but anger to only be enveloped in atrocious fear. A sob escaped you were you laid, your hands twitching as they tried to hold on to anything, to find safety and comfort in some kind of object but found none. Tear streamed from your blind eyes and a wail of sorrow escaped you. No one knew were you were. No one would know that this is were you died. It was a horrifying thought. If anyone would asked you before you would have laughed in their face for even thinking there was a possibility that you feared death, but now, after James had kidnapped you and your had met all the avengers, you had found a reason to live. You wanted for the winter soldier to be at peace with himself once more and for all the avengers to live a happy life. And you had hoped to be a part of it all as well but it seemed as if would forever be a dream. You laid silently for what seemed to be for our. The sound of sirens had died out and the only thing that made you feel still present in your physical body was the crackling of the fire. Until you heard a strange noise from the sky, as if a jet plane was soaring above your. Hallucination, you told yourself, trying to not get your hopes up as it would be useless to do so. But as the noise came closer your heart couldn't help but start racing. Loud metal clunks were heard and machinery being folded in made you open your eyes, even if they were useless. And the next words were as a blessing from the sky, euphoria filling you up.

”Falcon to Captain, I’ve found her.”

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#Marvel #Avengers #Captain America #Falcon #sam wilson #Marvel falcon #Marvel Sam Wilson #trigger warning disturbing content #marvel fanfic #read at your own risk #reader insert #x reader #blind reader #bucky barnes x blind reader #James buchanan barnes x blind reader #James buchanan barnes x reader #James Barnes x reader #James barnes x blind reader

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crazinessgraveyardsandcartoons · 8 years ago

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When The Dust Settles

When The Dust Settles.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Yourself and Bucky are part of spy/mercenary group called the Avengers. Friends to lovers. Set in 1997.

Word Count: 1,197 give or take.

Warnings: Swearing

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The explosion was bigger than you expected. Much bigger. Your ears screamed and then muffled as the dust cleared.

“Well…that was a bad idea”

“It was your idea, stupid!” You weren’t pleased in the slightest, the bigger the explosion, the quicker the police get involved.

“Correction” Bucky shot back “It was Rumlow’s idea”

“Noted, but at least I know that it’s better to use my own pipe bombs than use Remy’s” you replied, getting up. “Come on, we have a job to do”

You both walked through the twisted remains of the gate, picking up any remaining pieces of bomb fragment, pulling down your masks.

“Security camera, 2 o’clock” Bucky muttered to you, in turn you raised your gun and fired, shattering the camera. Bucky took out the others. He made a beeline towards the small office near the gate. It didn’t take long to find the vats of concrete, it was a construction site after all. You were still calculating in your head when Bucky returned to you.

“You picked the lock?”

“Yeah and broke into the safe to made it look like we were only here for the money”

“Perfect” you dropped down to open your rucksack “Hey, does that look like 2 and half or 3 tonnes of concrete to you?”

Bucky was silent for a moment, mentally trying to gage the weight of concrete before you as you had earlier.

“2.75?” he answered “Will it really matter or will it completely throw off the ratio?”

“Well. it’s two pounds of sugar for every one tonne of concrete” you mused, pulling the sugar sacks from your bag “I say we dump six pounds just to be on the safe side”

“Agreed” Bucky helped you tip in the sugar, he grabbed a plank and began pushing the sugar down so it would mix properly.

“How’d you find out about this sugar thing anyway?” Bucky asked, slitting open another sack.

“French anarchists used to do this in the 80’s to stop the building of prisons. Sugar seems to stop the concrete from holding its structure and makes it collapse or somethin’. Saved them a lot of time since concrete doesn’t burn”

“It doesn’t?”

“Nope, they set like ten fires before they realized”

“How do we know it’ll work this time? I mean, they could’ve changed the formula of concrete in the past ten years”

“You can’t change the formula of concrete Bucky, otherwise it wouldn’t work” you informed him “That’s the last of it”

“Let’s go, it’s gonna be dawn soon” you both started walking

The sound of a siren brought both of you to halt for brief instant before you broke into a sprint. Bucky seemed to chant “Shit shit shit shit” with every step he ran.

“THIS WHY YOU DON’T USE REMY’S PIPE BOMBS!”

“HE SAID THEY’D BE SMALL CHARGES” he yelled back as you heard shouts from behind you.

“AND YOU BELIEVED HIM?! REMY LEBEAU?! HE’S AN ARSONIST FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!” Gunshots sprayed out behind you.

You both dove for cover as the bullets continued to ring out. Bucky groaned slightly as you landed on top of him. Both of you quickly shifted to press together to seem as small as possible. While the gunshots started to cease, the voices didn’t.

“That is the last time I let Rumlow talk us into using someone else’s bombs for the sake of "less time being wasted”“ you muttered "From now we only use my bombs, agreed?” You whispered, scanning the scene in front of you

“Agreed. Rumlow’s getting some shit after this” Bucky hurried whispered back

“Some? The bastard’s getting’ a fucking earful from me”

Bucky watched the distance with an eagle eye while you frantically searched for an out. There had to be on— Aha!!

You tapped Bucky on the shoulder and pointed to a manhole that led to the sewers about 20 steps to your left. Bucky and yourself shared a look and nodded.

Crawling towards the manhole you both lifted it as slowly and as gently as you could, pausing when it creaked too loudly for your liking. Bucky eased himself down first, distant splash when his boots hit the slippery tiles of the sewer. You dangled your legs down as Bucky grabbed them to support your weight as slipped the man cover back over.

Voices suddenly rang out from above, Bucky yanked you down harshly, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other hand clamped over your mouth. He backed the two of you against the sewer wall as the voices buzzed above you, you pressed yourself further against his chest as you both tried to silence your panting breaths.

You stayed like that for nearly 20 minutes, until you were sure there was nothing but quiet above you. You exhaled a breath of air that felt like it had been trapped an age inside your lungs.

Bucky released you from his grip, he edged himself along the sewer wall, eyeing the manhole with caution.

“Think they’re gone?”

“Yeah” he took his eyes away from the manhole “Any word from Banner yet?”

“No, not—“ BEEP “…yet” you finished pulling out your pager. It read:

2.21.3.8.1.18.5.19.20.18.15.13.1.14.9.1

“What’s he saying?”

“He wants us in Bucharest”

“In Romania?” he asked in an astounded yet confused voice.

“Yeah, you speak Romanian right?” you looked around the tunnels, hoping one would lead back to the road where the two of you had stashed the car.

“Sometimes better than I can speak English” he replied, exhaustion evident in his voice “Why does he want us in Romania? I know Sam’s there right now"

“I think Nat is too, must be the new rendezvous point where we can lay low for a while” you inspected a drain “That or that’s where our next assignment is, we can hop a train to Bucharest or drive. I have a contact that can help smuggle us across the border. I think this drain leads to the street we’re parked on”

“Why are we doing this again?” Bucky whined, a bed and meal calling to him, as it usually did after a mission and a 36 hr stake out, only running on 4 cups of coffee

“We’re stopping bad people who want to do bad horrific things to others by doing bad things ourselves, dangerous things for very very good money” you paused “Also I kinda don’t want dictators ruling the world, that would kinda suck” you offered, climbing into the drain.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Yeah but you love me for it” you winked and disappeared into the drain.

Bucky sighed slowly, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, yeah I do love you” he followed.

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allspark · 6 years ago

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TRANSFORMERS UNICRON TP

John Barber, Chris Ryall, David Rodriguez, Brandon Easton, Christos N. Gage, Magdalene Visaggio (A) Alex Milne, Sara Pitre-Durocher, Kei Zama, David Messina, Nelson Daniel, Juan Samu, Paolo Villanelli, Fico Ossio (A/CVR) Andrew Griffith

ADVANCE SOLICITED FOR MARCH RELEASE! Every IDW Transformers comic has led to this cataclysmic story! The culmination of IDW’s Transformers Universe! The end is nigh! Unicron, a planet-sized being that devours other worlds, has set its sights on Cybertron and all of its colonies-including Earth! Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, and their friends must unite every Cybertronian, Earthling, and ally they have to stand against this threat to all existence. But why is Unicron hell-bent on destroying Cybertron-what original sin did Optimus Prime’s ancestors commit to earn this wrath? It’s an all-out battle against extinction as the world-destroying, universe-shattering threat of Unicron is on its way.

GI JOE A REAL AMERICAN HERO #260

Larry Hama (A/CVR A) Ron Joseph (CVR B) John Royle

“The Cobra’s Venom,” Part 5. Mad scientists, even madder robots, and a small, desperate team of Joes left alone to defeat them at any cost! The final chapter in the latest bombastic arc of living legend Larry Hama’s magnificent G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero run!

Fifth of five JOE/COBRA vehicle/gear-themed RI covers by Jamie Sullivan!

MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC TP VOL 16

Paul Allor, Ted Anderson, Jeremy Whitley, Thom Zahler (A) Toni Kuusisto, Agnes Garbowska (A/CVR) Andy Price

Advance solicited for April release! Things are getting a little crazier than normal in Ponyville! Pinkie Pie gains extraordinary powers after eating a magic apple, but will she use her new powers for good, or for fun? Meanwhile, the entire town is getting into the spooky spirit for Nightmare Nights! Then, Rainbow Dash decides the elder ponies of the retirement village could use some more excitement in their lives. So she invents EXTREME BINGO! What could go wrong? Collects issues #69-73.

AMBER BLAKE #1

Jade Lagardere (A/CVR A) Butch Guice

Amber Blake was only a child when she was recruited to the Cleverland Institute, a school for gifted children. But predators hide in the school’s administration, abusing the children they’re meant to protect, and, on the verge of exposing them, Amber finds herself fleeing for her life from the very man who recruited her. But she’s not dead yet-and she’s not the only one who wants to see Cleverland’s leaders burn.

ATOMIC ROBO AND THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA #4

Brian Clevinger (A/CVR A) Scott Wegener (CVR B) Valentina Pinto

Atomic Robo just opened Tesladyne Institute’s doors to the next generation of Action Scientists. Meanwhile, an old comrade has an urgent message about the Vampire Dimension: it’s bad. Bernie might be speaking with the real Queen of Hollow Earth, instead of a hallucination? Jury’s still out on that one. Oh, and y’know the subplot about Robo’s secret robot son? Well… it’s fine. Everything’s fine.

DANGER GIRL DANGEROUS VISIONS 3-D

J. Scott Campbell, Andy Hartnell (A/CVR) J. Scott Campbell

The first issue of J. Scott Campbell’s Danger Girl (plus the original preview story) are presented in glorious full color 3-D-or as we like to describe it… DANGERVISION! Plus, as an added bonus, we are showcasing an incredible gallery section making this a true 3-D Extravaganza!

Comes with your very own set of DANGEROUS 3-D glasses!

GHOSTBUSTERS: 35TH ANNIVERSARY: GHOSTBUSTERS

Erik Burnham (A/CVR) Dan Schoening

The 35th Anniversary of the Ghostbusters is upon us! Let’s celebrate with four spooktacular weekly comics featuring different Ghostbuster teams in all-new standalone adventures!

First out of the Firehouse are the original ‘busting team of Peter, Winston, Egon and Ray, who have seen a lot of things during their time as paranormal investigators, but the latest case might just turn history on its head! Could it be that they’ve found proof of… Atlantis? It’s a case full of saltwater and slime with the ORIGINAL GHOSTBUSTERS!

GIANTKILLERS

Bart Sears (A) Rick Leonardi, Matthew Dow Smith (A/CVR B) Meghan Hetrick (A/CVR A) Bart Sears

Arkon the Giantkiller is fated to protect Auoro, the One True Chosen, so that she may destroy the evil Lord Omin. She just has to survive long enough to do it! Bart Sears pens the story he has always wanted to tell, a tale of brutal sword-swinging action as Arkon seeks to rescue the infant Auoro from her captors. With art by the all-star team of Rick Leonardi (X-Men) and Matthew Dow Smith (X-Files), the issue also includes a short story with art by Meghan Hetrick (Red Thorn), and a prose story written and illustrated by Bart Sears. Only an oversized, prestige format could contain this much epic storytelling!

An exciting new one-shot printed in prestige format!

IMPOSSIBLE INC #5

J. M. DeMatteis (A/CVR A) Mike Cavallaro

Lost in an ocean of Infinite Nothingness, Number Horowitz has to wonder: Has the universe disappeared-or have I? It’s a question she has to answer quickly, because the lives of every living creature in Creation depend on it! Join Number and the Impossible Inc. crew for the cosmic conclusion to the mini-series!

LODGER #4

David Lapham, Maria Lapham (A/CVR A) David Lapham

The line between hunter and hunted gets blurred when the Lodger gives into temptation. And out on the open road, Ricky and Golddigger close in for the kill.

The first black & white book from Black Crown! A new story from comics legends David & Maria Lapham (Stray Bullets)! Letters column, behind-the-panels process pages, & more!

“LODGER is from the team that brought us Stray Bullets, so you know we’re in safe hands, hands that just need one more rinse under a faucet to get the blood off them. This is small-town noir at its gothic best. Bleed on…”-Ian Rankin, best-selling author of Inspector Rebus

MAGIC THE GATHERING CHANDRA #2

Vita Ayala (A/CVR A) Harvey Tolibao

After her latest defeat, Chandra feels broken as events of the past continue to haunt her, and a familiar foe seizes the opportunity to strike! Will Ajani’s heroic intervention be enough to help her overcome the threat and stop her from traveling farther down a self-destructive path?

Rising star writer Vita Ayala and powerhouse artist Harvey Tolibao continue to expand the bounds of the Multiverse in the first Magic: The Gathering® series in nearly five years!

STORY SPINS DIRECTLY OUT OF THE NEWEST CARD SET, OCTOBER’S GUILDS OF RAVNICA , AND ITS SEQUELS, JANUARY’S RAVNICA ALLEGIANCE AND THE UNNAMED SPRING 2019 SET!

Magic: The Gathering, its logo, Guilds of Ravnica, Ravnica Allegiance, and character names and distinctive likenesses are property of Wizards of the Coast LLC and are used with permission. ©2018 Wizards of the Coast LLC. All Rights Reserved

MARVEL ACTION BLACK PANTHER #1

Kyle Baker (CVR RI-A) Kyle Baker (A/CVR A) Juan Samu

Readers of all ages can get lost in the technologically advanced African nation of Wakanda as they follow the adventures of its monarch, the Black Panther! King T’Challa is responsible for defending his people-and the world-from any threats. And he gets plenty of help-and sass-from his genius sister Shuri. A Marvelous new era begins here! A bold new era for Black Panther begins here! From the mind of multiple Eisner and Harvey award winner Kyle Baker!

NIGHT MOVES #4

V.J. Boyd, Justin Boyd (A) Clay McCormack (CVR A) Chris Burnham

A terrifying noir nightmare in the occult underworld of Las Vegas! Face to face with an ancient evil, Alexis searches for signs of her old partner inside of what is now the demon Ashmedai. Narrowly escaping defeat (at a heavy cost), Chris and Alexis grow closer, only to be confronted by true evil-and it’s not what they expected… From the mind of VJ Boyd, co-executive producer of S.W.A.T. and producer of Justified, comes a fantastic new noir-ish tale!

UNCLE SCROOGE #43

Vito Stabile, Carlo Panaro (A) Francesco Guerrini, Paolo Campinoti (CVR A) Marco Mazzarello

What happens when Uncle Scrooge gets his greedy hands on Donald Duck’s magical hammock? Nothing simple and easy, that’s for sure! While Donald just wants a well-earned nap, Uncle Scrooge has other ideas in mind… See the hilarious results in “The Helpful Hammock!”

YE TP

Guilherme Petreca (A/CVR) Guilherme Petreca

Ye is a curious young man, named after the only sound he knows how to make. His voice must have been stolen by the Colorless King, the source of all the world’s sorrows-terrifying, unrelenting, all-taking and never-giving. Now, Ye has no choice but the embark on a long voyage over land and sea, past grizzled pirates, a drunken clown, and more, to find the famous witch who can help him defeat the Colorless King. What he discovers may be a lesson for us all.

• Advance solicited for January release! • Young cartoonist Guilherme Petreca won Brazil’s prestigious HQ Mix Award for Best Artist due to the unforgettable imagery on every page of Ye, his first full-length graphic novel. • In the tradition of The Little Prince, The Neverending Story, and A Wrinkle in Time, this graphic fable will leave young and old readers awestruck and eager to relive the journey.

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IDW Publishing have released their solicits for comics releasing in February 2018! Read on for the full details on Optimus Prime #16, Lost Light #15 and more!

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Cover A – Priscilla Tramontano

Cover B – Andrew Griffith

Optimus Prime Annual 2018—Cover A: Priscilla Tramontano—SPOTLIGHT John Barber • Priscilla Tramontano (a & c) THUNDERCRACKER IN: STARSCREAM: THE MOVIE! The good news: somebody finally gave Thundercracker money to make a film. The bad news: it’s Starscream, and he wants a biographical picture to win over the people of Earth. Will Thundercracker stand by his principles or… well, no, he makes the movie. FC • 48 pages • $7.99

Optimus Prime Annual 2018—Cover B: Andrew Griffith—SPOTLIGHT John Barber • Priscilla Tramontano (a) • Andrew Griffith (c) FC • 48 pages • $7.99

Cover B – Casey W. Coller

Optimus Prime #16—Cover A: Kei Zama John Barber • Kei Zama (a & c) The Falling, Part 2: The arrival of Onyx Prime throws Cybertron into chaos—because he hasn’t come alone. Onyx’s treacherous companion forces Soundwave to finally make a choice: is Optimus Prime a friend… or foe? FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Optimus Prime #16—Cover B: Casey W. Coller John Barber • Kei Zama (a) • Casey W. Coller (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Variant cover by Marcelo Matere!

Cover A – Jack Lawrence

Transformers: Lost Light #15—Cover A: Jack Lawrence James Roberts • Brendan Cahill (a) • Jack Lawrence (c) SECRETS AND LIES! As the Scavengers’ journey reaches its ignoble end, the architect of their downfall puts the fate of half the Cybertronian race in their hands. Only one question remains: Are the worst Decepticons prepared to become the ONLY Decepticons? FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Transformers: Lost Light #15—Cover B: Nick Roche James Roberts • Brendan Cahill (a) • Nick Roche (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Variant cover by Brendan Cahill!

Cover A – Fico Ossio

Cover RI – Brendan Cahill

Transformers vs. Visionaries #3 (of 5)—Cover A: Fico Ossio Magdalene Visaggio • Fico Ossio (a & c) The clock is ticking! Leoric finds himself exiled from New Prysmos by Virulina, who Merklynn has named the new leader of all the Visionaries. Can Leoric and his loyalists save Cybertron from being totally changed into a new homeworld for his people? Should they? FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Transformers vs. Visionaries #3 (of 5)—Cover B: Jeffrey Veregge Magdalene Visaggio • Fico Ossio (a) • Jeffrey Veregge (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Variant cover by cover by Brendan Cahill!

Cover B – Nelson Daniel

Cover RI – Fico Ossio

Scarlett’s Strike Force #3—Cover A: Harvey Tolibao Aubrey Sitterson • Nelson Daniel (a) • Harvey Tolibao (c) It’s the third bombastic issue and the fun’s just getting started, sports fans! But that’s how it goes when you mix ninjas, talking robots, elite soldiers, maniacal despots, magical snake rituals… and so much more… into what people are calling The Best Action Comic Ever! By Aubrey Sitterson (G.I. Joe, Street Fighter X G.I. Joe) and Nelson Daniel (Clue, Dungeons & Dragons). FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Scarlett’s Strike Force #3—Cover B: Nelson Daniel Aubrey Sitterson • Nelson Daniel (a & c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Variant cover by Fico Ossio! • Featuring all stars of the Hasbro line as M.A.S.K.: Mobile Armored Strike Kommand and the Transformers join G.I. Joe in the fight against Cobra!

Cover A – Fico Ossio

Cover B – Chris Evenhuis

Rom & the Micronauts #3 (of 5)—Cover A: Fico Ossio Christos Gage • Paolo Villanelli (a) • Fico Ossio (c) At the Heart of the Entropy Cloud! Rom and the Micronauts enter Microspace in an attempt to foil the Dire Wraith’s ultimate plan: reviving a cosmic entity that would tear Earth apart. But within the Entropy Cloud, our heroes must fight Baron Karza and his minions before they can make the Dire Wraith’s dark prophecy a reality! FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Rom & the Micronauts #3 (of 5)—Cover B: Chris Evenhuis Christos Gage • Paolo Villanelli (a) • Chris Evenhuis (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Variant cover by James Raiz!

Cover A – Abby Boeh

Jem and the Holograms: Dimensions #4—Cover A: Abby Boeh Sina Grace, Kevin Panetta • Hannah Fischer, Abby Boeh (a) • Abby Boeh (c) In “Jemojis,” by Kevin Panetta with art by Abby Boeh, The Misfits go to war with The Holograms over Jem’s themed emoticon app for phones. Will The Holograms rule the app store, too?! Not if Pizzazz (and Techrat) can help it! And in a special story from Sina Grace with art by Hannah Fisher, Pizzazz struggles to control her own narrative amidst a nightmare combo of reality TV, social media, and social climbers. FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Jem and the Holograms: Dimensions #4—Cover B: Hannah Fischer Sina Grace, Kevin Panetta • Hannah Fischer, Abby Boeh (a) • Hannah Fischer (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • This anthology book features two self-contained stories in each issue! Double the rock & roll fun! • Variant cover by Eliza Frye!

Transformers: Lost Light, Vol. 2 James Roberts • Jack Lawrence, Priscilla Tramontano (a) • Alex Milne (c) Rodimus and his Autobot crew continue their adventure as they chase the starship Lost Light—and its mutinous new captain! A witty, smart, emotional take on fan-favorite Transformers characters in a sci-fi world unlike any other! Collects issues #7–12. TPB • FC • $19.99 • 144 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-148-9

Bullet points: • “This book is for everyone, new readers, old readers, even people that don’t think they like Transformers.”—Outright Geekery • Advance solicited for March release!

Rom vs. the Transformers: Shining Armor Christos Gage, John Barber • Alex Milne (a & c) Rom and the Transformers star in an all-new series revealing their secret shared history… plus a major new character is introduced! Hundreds of years ago, Rom discovered Stardrive, the sole survivor of a doomed space probe. Stardrive committed herself to protecting the galaxy from the Dire Wraiths… but when the Decepticon called Starscream makes a deadly deal, Rom and the Transformers are forced onto a collision course… with Stardrive caught between two worlds! TPB • FC • $17.99 • 128 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-143-4

Bullet points: • “A 2017 must read!”—Outright Geekery • Advance solicited for March release!

G.I. JOE: The Fall of G.I. JOE Karen Traviss • Steve Kurth (a & c) When villains have become the new heroes, to what lengths must the former heroes go to save a world that doesn’t even want their help? Does the world really need G.I. JOE? Their greatest enemy, Cobra, has become an international peacekeeping force… and the future of America’s ultimate fighting team looks bleak. Scarlett leads what’s left of the JOEs—but will she be able to keep them together? The darkest chapter in G.I. JOE history unfolds as real-world action and politics collide, and nothing will ever be the same! Collects the complete G.I. JOE Volume 4, issues #1–8. TPB • FC • $24.99 • 200 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-225-7

Bullet points: • “Traviss is amazing at what she does. The dialogue and the deception are thick like a novel. You can’t look away.”—Comics: The Gathering • Advance solicited for March release!

Clue Paul Allor • Nelson Daniel (a) • George Caltsoudas (c) Get a CLUE! Solve the world’s favorite murder mystery in this comic book adaptation of the classic whodunit board game. When the mysterious Mr. Boddy turns up dead at his own dinner party, everyone’s a suspect! Miss Scarlett, Colonel Mustard, Mrs. Peacock, Professor Plum—all the familiar faces from the famous board game are back, with a couple new twists. But will Boddy’s body be the last to fall, or is it just the beginning? TPB • FC • $19.99 • 144 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-118-2

Bullet points: • “A modern and diverse take on the classic murder-mystery board game.”—USA Today • Advance solicited for March release!

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IDW Publishing have released their solicitations for Transformers and other Hasbro Universe comics due for release in January 2018! The Scavengers begin their final adventure, Onyx Prime returns, and more, so read on for details!

After checking out the solicits below, head over to the Allspark Forums to discuss them with other fans!

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Cover B – Casey W. Coller

Optimus Prime #15—Cover A: Kei Zama—SPOTLIGHT John Barber • Kei Zama (a & c) “THE FALLING, PART 1!” Darkness falls over Cybertron as the legendary Onyx Prime returns. What does this mean for Optimus Prime—and the Earth? Windblade defends an already tense planet against a secret that could shatter Cybertron forever. FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Optimus Prime #15—Cover B: Casey W. Coller—SPOTLIGHT John Barber • Kei Zama (a) • Casey W. Coller (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Variant cover by Brendan Cahill!

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Cover A – Jack Lawrence

Transformers: Lost Light #14—Cover A: Jack Lawrence—SPOTLIGHT James Roberts • Brendan Cahill (a) • Jack Lawrence (c) MACGUFFIN QUEST! The Scavengers have never had it so good. The war is a receding memory, their patchy service records have been forgotten, and the five of them can roam the galaxy as they please. All’s well that ends well? Not quite. Because unbeknownst to Krok and Co., their next adventure… will be their last. FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Transformers: Lost Light #14—Cover B: Nick Roche—SPOTLIGHT James Roberts • Brendan Cahill (a) • Nick Roche (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Variant cover by Brendan Cahill!

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Cover A – Fico Ossio

Cover RI – Brendan Cahill

Transformers Vs. Visionaries #2 (of 5)—Cover A: Fico Ossio Magdalene Visaggio • Fico Ossio (a & c) Virulina, leader of the Darkling Lords, has discovered that the Transformers are vulnerable to magic—and now she’s using that weakness to try and gain control of Cybertron and wipe them out! Leoric and Ironhide team up to stop her, but quickly find themselves facing not only the Darkling Lords, but all of New Prysmos itself! FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Transformers Vs. Visionaries #2 (of 5)—Cover B: Philip Murphy Magdalene Visaggio • Fico Ossio (a) • Philip Murphy (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Don’t miss the vintage style cover by Philip Murphy! • Variant cover by Brendan Cahill!

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Cover B – Nelson Daniel

Scarlett’s Strike Force #2 (of 8)—Cover A: Khary Randolph—CERTIFIED COOL Aubrey Sitterson • Nelson Daniel (a) • Khary Randolph (c) Savage jungles, dinosaur fights, magic rituals, Kung-Fu, monster trucks, giant robots, weird science, strange villains and more—and it’s only the second issue! Roadblock’s team continues its hunt for the brand-new Cobra Commander as trouble brews inside of G.I. Joe’s underwater base. By Aubrey Sitterson (G.I. Joe, Street Fighter x G.I. Joe) and Nelson Daniel (Clue, Dungeons & Dragons). No wonder people are calling it The Best Action Comic Ever! FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Scarlett’s Strike Force #2 (of 8)— Cover B: Nelson Daniel—CERTIFIED COOL Aubrey Sitterson • Nelson Daniel (a & c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Featuring all-stars of the Hasbro line as M.A.S.K.: Mobile Armored Strike Kommand and the Transformers join G.I. Joe in the fight against Cobra! • Variant cover by Vasilis Lolos!

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Cover A – Juan Samu

Rom & The Micronauts #2 (of 5)—Cover A: Juan Samu Christos Gage • Paolo Villanelli (a) • Juan Samu (c) Trapped in Microspace! Everyone’s favorite Spaceknight becomes a “Microspace knight” as Rom and the Micronauts find equal footing. It’s up to the heroes of two universes to unravel the machinations of Baron Karza and the Dire Wraiths! FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Rom & The Micronauts #2 (of 5)—Cover B: SL Gallant Christos Gage • Paolo Villanelli (a) • SL Gallant (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • Is that romance in the air? No… AAH! It’s a swarm of flying monstrosities! • Can our miniscule heroes beat an ever-growing threat? • Variant cover by Jeffrey Veregge!

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Cover A – Rachael Stott

Jem and the Holograms: Dimensions #3—Cover A: Rachael Stott Sam Maggs, Nicole Goux • Rachael Stott, Nicole Goux (a) • Rachael Stott (c) In a story from Sam Maggs and Rachael Stott, The Misfits, no stranger to reality TV, are invited to appear on a Ghost Hunting TV show with their rivals, The Holograms! And in Nicole Goux’s tale, The Starlight Girls defy their mentors, The Holograms, and sneak out to an open mic night. FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Jem and the Holograms: Dimensions #3—Cover B: Nicole Goux Sam Maggs, Nicole Goux • Rachael Stott, Nicole Goux (a) • Nicole Goux (c) FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points: • This anthology book features 2 self-contained stories in each issue! Double the rock-n-roll fun! • Variant cover by Eliza Frye!

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Cover – Freddie E. Williams II

Cover – Sara Pitre-Durocher

Cover – Priscilla Tramontano

Cover – Sara Pitre-Durocher

Cover – Marcelo Matere

Cover – Stacey Lee

Transformers/G.I. JOE: First Strike Mairghread Scott & David A. Rodriguez • Max Dunbar (a) • Freddie E. Williams II (c) A Hasbro Comic Book Event of epic proportions! The TRANSFORMERS are under attack from COBRA, G.I. JOE’s greatest enemy! As Earth joins the intergalactic community, a massive explosion threatens the peace! A new COBRA—led by the worst villains to ever tangle with G.I. Joe, M.A.S.K.:Mobile Armored Strike Kommand, and the Transformers—is invading Cybertron, and only Scarlett, Optimus Prime, the Joes, and the Autobots can save two worlds! It’s a race to the finish as good fights evil! Will our heroes win, or will Cobra DESTROY ALL TRANSFORMERS?!? TPB • FC • $19.99 • 144 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-122-9

Bullet points: • Advance solicited for February release! • Featuring characters from everyone’s favorite childhood cartoons and toys of the ’80’s battling it out in one shared universe!

Transformers/G.I. JOE: First Strike – Champions Christos Gage, Aubrey Sitterson, John Barber • Ilias Kyriazis, Chris Panda (a) • Sara Pitre-Durocher (c) Your favorite characters—Rom, the Autobots, Micronauts, G.I. Joe, and more—get to shine in standalone stories setting up the ultimate Hasbro comic book event! First, with Cybertron under siege from Baron Ironblood, it’s up to Optimus Prime and Arcee to defend their homeland, and the Revolutionaries team is caught in the middle! Then, back on Earth, Rom finds himself teaming up with the world’s smallest heroes, the Micronauts! Can they prevent catastrophe, or is it already too late? And, with the team divided, G.I. Joe must confront dangers both in space and Earthside. Looks like they’ll need some help from M.A.S.K.:Mobile Armored Strike Kommand! TPB • FC • $19.99 • 144 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-123-6

Bullet points: • Advance solicited for February release!

Transformers: Optimus Prime, Vol. 2 John Barber • Priscilla Tramontano, Casey W. Coller, Kei Zama, Livio Ramondelli (a) • Priscilla Tramontano (c) Explore the aftermath of Optimus Prime and his Autobots stopping an alien invasion of Earth. Diving into stories of war, peace, loss, regret, and redemption, this volume of Optimus Prime gives readers dramatic Transformers stories that spotlight the Autobots’ present and past struggles while setting the stage for future surprises! Collects Transformers: Optimus Prime issues #7–10 and the Transformers Annual 2017. TPB • FC • $19.99 • 144 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-131-1

Bullet points: · Advance Solicited for February release! · “In the end, this is a fantastic book for both old and new readers.”—Outright Geekery

Transformers Windblade: The Last City Mairghread Scott • Sarah Stone, Corin Howell, Sara Pitre-Durocher (a) • Sara Pitre-Durocher (c) The original fan-made Transformer stars in her own series. She cuts straight to the truth and no obstacle is going to stand in her path. Windblade is a force for good, who never fails to do the right thing. But what happens when she’s forced to work with Starscream to recruit new colonies to the Council of Worlds? Collects both the four-issue and seven-issue Windblade mini-series. TPB • FC • $24.99 • 220 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-224-0

Bullet points: • Advance solicited for February release! • “This is not your average Transforming Robot comic book, this is so much more!”—Big Glasgow Comic Page

Transformers: IDW Collection Phase Two, Vol. 7 James Roberts, John Barber • Alex Milne, Andrew Griffith, Atilio Rojo (a) • Marcelo Matere (c) MEGATRON assumes control of the quest to find the Knights of Cybertron—a quest that has never before been so urgent, so personal, and so likely to end in tears. But the crew of the Lost Light isn’t so eager to follow his orders and, as is always the case, past decisions will come back to haunt them. Plus, The AUTOBOTS return to Earth—with OPTIMUS PRIME in command! But what is bringing them back—and what terrifying secret do the humans hold? And GALVATRON is on Earth as well, with a plan to reshape it as he once did with Cybertron. A bold new era begins here! Collects issues #28–34 of More Than Meets The Eye and #28–34 of Robots In Disguise. HC • FC • $49.99 • 340 pages • 7” x 11” • ISBN: 978-1-68405-149-6

Bullet points: • Advance solicited for March release! • The IDW Collection gives completionists every last issue and makes sure beginners have everything they need to get started.

Jem and the Holograms: Infinite Kelly Thompson • Stacey Lee, Jen Hickman, Jenn St-Onge (a) • Stacey Lee (c) The FIRST-EVER Jem/Misfits crossover event takes both bands to a whole new world… like, literally! Now a happy quintet, Jem and The Holograms are stronger than ever, which is a good thing because they’re about to embark on an adventure unlike anything they’d ever imagined. After a public fight with The Misfits at a charity event, a strangely dressed Techrat shows up and takes them on a strange journey, a journey that is going to change EVERYTHING. TPB • FC • $19.99 • 144 pages • ISBN: 978-1-68405-124-3

Bullet points: • Advance solicited for February release! • “This comic brings me the stuff I love and an art style that I want to frame!”—TheGWW.com

IDW Publishing Solicitations for January 2018 IDW Publishing have released their solicitations for Transformers and other Hasbro Universe comics due for release in January 2018!

#Jem and the Holograms #Lost Light #Optimus Prime #Rom and the Micronauts #Scarlett&039;s Strike Force #TF #Transformers vs. Visionaries

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