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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 4 years ago

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Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter XXIV

Prompto drove the snowmobile out of the facility. The vehicle sped across the snow as they tried to find a safe place away from the empire. (Y/n) unwound one of her arms from around him and conjured a few flaming throwing knives. She tossed them at the soldiers that were trying to stop them, knocking them out of the way. "You focus on driving! I'll handle the enemies!" She shouted over the engine.

"Gotcha!" Prompto guided the snowmobile through the opening she created. He tried his best to avoid the paths littered with imperial forces, but some of them he couldn't avoid at all.

(Y/n) continued to use her magic even though it was weak. They didn't make it far before they were being followed by airships. Seeing the incoming bombs, she instructed Prompto on which way to go in order to avoid being blown to smithereens. While giving him directions, she managed to conjure a large fiery vortex that consumed many of the airships. It was weak, but powerful enough to take down the air vessels.

Her body slumped against Prompto's back once they were in the clear for a short while. Her breathing was shallow and he could tell. "Hang in there a little longer, (Y/n)."

"Whatever they drugged me with hasn't completely worn off." She smiled weakly. "But I'll do my best."

As he drove off a ramp and off the cliffside, her grip tightened around his waist. She could feel the extent of her exhaustion and shook her head, trying to stave it off as long as she could. She was pulled from her tiredness the moment she spotted MA Hoplomachuses in the distance. Holding up her hand again, she formed her own fiery missiles and used them to intersect the mechs' projectiles. She saved them from being blown off the snowmobile.

As they sped past the mechs, (Y/n) could see the edges of her vision were turning black. She was beginning to lose consciousness and barely couldn't keep her eyes open. She closed her eyes for a brief second, but they shot open when she heard another MA Hoplomachus. Lifting her head from Prompto's back, she watched as the mech landed in the snow and blocked their path. It fired a barrage of missiles at them, which she was unable to protect them from.

Prompto expertly dodges the first three missile, but the fourth hits the ground just behind the snowmobile as he drove off a cliff. He lost his balance due to the blast from the explosion and wound up losing control of the vehicle. They both flew off the snowmobile and crashed into the snow at the bottom of the cliff. (Y/n) lost consciousness, her body slowly being covered with the fresh snowfall.

On the other hand, Prompto was still conscious. His body was in pain from the crash and he laid in the cold snow for a short while. Then, he slowly rolls onto his back and lays there looking up for a moment at the falling snow. He shuts his eyes for a brief moment. "Catch ya later, Aranea..."

After a quiet moment passes, Prompto pushes himself onto his hands and knees and crawls over to (Y/n). He checked her for injuries before sitting beside her with a heavy sigh once seeing she was uninjured. "At least I'm not alone..." Standing up, he pulled the snowmobile out of the snow and placed it right-side up.

Next, he returned to the spirit and scooped her up into his arms. He carries her over to the vehicle, placing her unconscious form behind him. Patting his pants, he found the bandana that was once tied around his arm. He grabbed her wrists and tied them together with it while they were hooked around his waist. "Hope it isn't too tight, (Y/n)," he whispered. Leaning forward, he grabbed the handles and started the snowmobile.

Carefully, Prompto drove the rest of the way to Decratom Haven. He parked the snowmobile right beside the runic stone before untying (Y/n)'s wrists and carrying her the rest of the way. He placed her down on the cold ground, already missing her warmth.

His next course of action was to start a fire. He managed to locate some sticks and ignited them by striking two rocks together. He tossed the rocks aside, huffing out a grunt. "What I wouldn't do for fire magic right about now..."

With the campfire now burning bright, Prompto searched for any provisions left behind by previous campers. Luckily, he found a single can and a spoon. He sat down beside the curled up (Y/n) and popped open the can to enjoy its contents.

As night fell over Eos, Prompto lowered the can. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he knew he would need sustenance after what all happened and what is to come. He took a few bites before leaving the rest for the spirit. "Almost as good as what Iggy used to make," he chuckled feebly. He sets the can down and looks around. His eyes landed on the unconscious girl. "Well, at least it's quiet for a change and you can get some rest, (Y/n)."

Prompto stared into the bright flames of the campfire for a moment before pulling up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal the barcode on the back of his wrist. He grunts and grits his teeth, then begins frantically trying to scratch the barcode away. "Damnit!" He cursed after seeing it was futile. Looking back into the fire, the boy reaches down and picks up a burning stick. He looks down at his barcode and begins lowering the stick toward it. He holds the burning wood above his barcode and begins breathing heavily.

Just before he could press the burning wood against his skin, it was snatched out of his grasp. His head shot up to see (Y/n) was conscious and had stopped him. He stared into her golden eyes with his turmoil-filled cerulean ones. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came from him.

"What were you planning to do, Prompto?" She demanded, her tone lower than he had ever heard before. She was scolding him like a child.

"I just... I just want this thing to go away," Prompto confessed, eyes looking back at the barcode on his wrist.

Her eyes narrowed. "And you thought burning it would be a good solution?"

"Yes..."

She quickly got to her feet with the burning stick in her grasp. "Let's test that solution then." She combed her (h/c) locks aside and pulled down the collar of her outfit to reveal the barcode on the back of her neck. She brought the burning stick up to it, but she was immediately stopped by Prompto.

"Stop!" He bellowed, flying to his feet and grabbing her wrist. "Please, don't burn yourself, (Y/n). I... I realize how stupid of an idea it was."

"Don't tell me you thought that would work," they heard Aranea say. Prompto releases the spirit's wrist and takes a few steps back from her to look at the ex-mercenary. (Y/n) kept her back to her as the woman addresses them both. ""Prompto" and "(Y/n)," right?"

The guardian turned around with an amused smile, tossing the stick back into the fire. "Wow, you actually used my name."

Aranea guffawed as she sits down by the fire. "Don't get used to it, firefly."

(Y/n) remained standing while Prompto sits down. The blonde didn't say anything and hung his head. This didn't go unnoticed by either woman. The youngest one said nothing while the older one tried to lighten the mood. "You could at least look happy to see me."

The (h/c)-haired girl hugged herself. Not only had the boy learned the truth of his origins, but hers as well. "It's...been a long day, Aranea."

"Hasn't it for all of us," she sighed.

Prompto just continues to look down, saying nothing. Aranea tried to spark up a conversation with him. "I ran into your buddies in Tenebrae." This got his attention and he looked up at her. "You and your girlfriend got 'em worried sick."

Prompto looks back down, his melancholic gaze focusing on the ground. He remained silent.

"You both gonna go see 'em or what?" Aranea questioned.

"I think we should," (Y/n) said, voicing her opinion.

The boy looked up at her for a brief second before hanging his head. "I... I can't."

The spirit's eyes widen in bewilderment. She could tell he was in despair over learning the truth, but she never expected it to stop him from seeing his friends ever again. "Prompto..."

He didn't dare look into her eyes as he explained why he couldn't see the others. "I can't... I'm not like them. I was born here—in Niflheim. All this time and I've never told them. And that's not even the worst part. I wasn't born into a happy family. I was made—created in some laboratory. The entire reason I exist is to make Noct and all of them miserable. How could I possibly see them? They'd never accept the real me."

The same went for (Y/n), but she had come to terms with her origins years ago. Unlike her, Prompto just learned the truth behind his existence. Feeling guilt knew at her heart, she turned and left the haven. She could feel eyes on her back as she trudged through the snow towards the nearby frozen lake.

Prompto and Aranea had both watched her leave, but the boy couldn't tear his eyes away from her until she was a mere speck in the distance. He turned his grief-stricken gaze back to the fire. While his words were meant to describe him, they also described her just as well. However, his emotions were torn asunder unlike hers who seemed to be intact.

Aranea, after a few moments of silence, smiles. "You spent all that time driving around together and you still don't know what kinda guys they really are. In case you forgot, your princely pal and I weren't always on such friendly terms. But you know what? He put all that aside and asked me to make sure you and firefly were safe."

Prompto was taken aback at the news. "He did?"

"Think he'd do that for someone who "makes him miserable"?" She remarked.

Prompto swallowed the lump forming in his throat and asked, "Is everybody okay?"

"All things considered, I guess. Sounds like they've been through a lot since you and firefly left, but they're still dead set on getting to the capital."

"Hope they make it..." He mumbled.

"They'd have a better shot with you two around."

Prompto became even more curious. "Did they say anything else about me or (Y/n)?"

"Not that I can recall," Aranea answered.

"Right..." He clutched his hands together tightly.

"His Highness was so worried about you two that he could barely speak, but don't worry—I whipped him into shape."

"So...he doesn't hate us after all..."

Aranea saw the turmoil of emotions in his eyes, but she could tell what he truly desired. She stood up with a sigh. "Look—I can tell you want to get back together with them. So why not let them know?" She begins walking away.

"You think they'd let me and (Y/n) back? After all this?" Prompto retorted. The ex-mercenary stops and turns back toward him. After a brief silence, he speaks again. "And even if they did let us back, we'd probably cause them nothing but trouble. I don't know how we could live with ourselves."

Aranea exclaims in frustration and begins walking back toward himself. "Because you're doing such a great job of living with yourself and firefly now." She kicks him onto his back and crouches down over him. "What do you want then? You worry so much about what other people want from you that you don't even know what you want anymore! Your life isn't yours to live! You're too busy wallowing in your own self pity that you can't see what's right in front of you! Are you really so blind that you can't see the one person who cares more about you than any other person on Eos is already here?!"

She grabs both sides of his face in her hands. "Forget about what everyone else thinks for a second. Figure out what it is you're really after here and see what you already have." She stands and takes a few steps back. "Now get your ass up and go talk to firefly. If you don't realize how lucky you are to have her, I'll take her off your hands."

Prompto's eyes widen at Aranea's declaration. He pushed himself off the ground and stood up. Looking towards the frozen lake, he saw the guardian was still there. Thanks to Aranea, he finally realized he wasn't truly alone in this world. Even if Noctis and the others didn't accept him, he still had the one person that mattered the most—(Y/n).

Leaving the warmth of the campfire, Prompto went to speak with her. Even with no light source, the snow provided the entire area with a semblance of illumination. When he reached her side, he stared out across the surface of the frozen lake. Before he could even say anything, she spoke up. "I'm so sorry, Prompto," she mumbled sorrowfully. Tears were forming in her eyes, her body shaking slightly. Prompto turned his head, eyes widening when seeing her current state. He reached out to touch her, but his hand froze midair when she continued. "I'm sorry for keeping everything a secret. I didn't want you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you about who we truly were years ago, b-but I could never build up the courage. I was afraid that if you learned the truth, you would want to get rid of me and you'd shut yourself away from the world. I should've told you so you would've been able to sort through your feelings and come to terms with it sooner. This is all my fault..." The floodgates were destroyed and tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body shook with sobs.

Prompto's heart shattered at her words. He felt his own tears forming and took action. He turned her so she was now facing him and cradled her face in his hands. He wiped away her tears, leaning his forehead against hers and staring into her tear-stricken eyes. Taking a couple steps closer, he pressed his body against hers. "None of this is your fault, (Y/n). Even if I did know sooner, there's no way I'd get rid of you. You mean too much to me, even more than the guys. You've been my world since we first met. Aranea's right... I'm the luckiest guy on Eos because I have you. Even if Noct and the others don't want us back after telling them the truth, we'll still have each other."

"Prompto..." (Y/n) whispered his name between sobs.

"I still need time to come to terms with all this and sort through my feelings. Will you help me, (Y/n)?"

She smiled through her tears. "Of course I will." She placed her hands over his.

"And if you don't mind... I'm super curious about you now. Think we could talk?"

"Yeah. Let's head back to the haven."

Back at Decratom Haven, Prompto and (Y/n) sat beside each other near the campfire. The girl hugged her knees to her chest as she listened to the crackling of the firewood. "I am...was the guardian of Verstael Besithia. What you saw was a warped version of the man I once knew. I used to help him with his research until his methods became inhumane. My plan was to betray him and share his secrets with Lucis. Verstael learned about my plan to betray him and...killed the real (Y/n)."

"So, that memory echo the guys and I saw in the quarry..." Prompto's voice trailed off.

"Was of my death. After killing the real (Y/n), Verstael dedicated most of his time to recreating her in his own image. His main goal was to overwrite her memories and have her remain loyal to only him. From what I discovered in the facility, he failed over and over again. For years, he continued to try and recreate her, but he would only make it so far before the clone perished. Even after so many failed attempts, he wouldn't give up. After many years passed, he eventually made an exact copy of (Y/n) with no memories of the past."

"And that's you," Prompto mumbled. "Then how do you remember all this if his experiment was a success?"

"He wasn't able to erase my memories, only lock them away. When I turned twelve, I remembered everything. When I first saw your barcode after I regained my memories, I knew exactly who you were. Of course, I never said anything and look where we are now..."

Prompto hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side. "Well, now I understand why you're four years older than. I didn't question it at first until you told me the truth about guardians. If you were supposed to be a fragment of me, how are you four years older than me? But now I know." Remembering what Ardyn said earlier, he chuckled and leaned his head against hers. "Thank the Six both of us were taken away from the facility. I'm not sure what my life would be like without you."

"I wonder the same sometimes," (Y/n) confessed. "A life being raised by Verstael with those horrid memories in my head would've been awful..."

Prompto suddenly yawned. He snuggled closer to her and closed his eyes. Although his emotions were still a mess, he was more composed thanks to his chat with the guardian.

Seeing he was tired, (Y/n) released her knees. "You should get some rest, Prom."

"So should you. I can tell you're still exhausted," he said.

"You've no idea..." She huffed, laying down on her back once he released her. "That drug they injected me with is still kicking my ass..."

Prompto laughed before falling onto his back beside her. Although he was laughing and smiling on the surface, he was still a mess on the inside. He stared up at the cave ceiling for a few minutes, falling into deep thought. It wasn't long until he was brought back to reality when the chill of the snowy landscape gnawed at his bones. Not even his current set of clothes or the campfire could stave off all the cold.

Turning over onto his side, he faced (Y/n). He realized she had curled up on her side, facing away from him. It was the perfect position. Scooting closer, he snuggled up to her with an arm lazily wrapped around her waist. He pulled her closer until her back was flush against his body. Feeling her warmth made him sigh with content. "You're so warm, (Y/n)," he mumbled. When receiving no response, Prompto figured she was already fast asleep. He tucked her head under his chin. Her warmth eventually spread through his entire body, brining him comfort. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

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immortalbarnes · 5 years ago

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A Cabin For Two | Chapter 1: Here Comes the Sun

Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: you and Bucky live another day in paradise and visit an old friend

warnings: just a little angst... and some internalized anger towards Steve Rogers

A/N: mainly a setup chapter, also this is my way of letting out pent out emotions towards the writers of endgame’s decision of sending Steve back in time

prologue

A normal day in the cabin consisted of semi-early mornings with something sizzling on the stove and the strong fragrance of coffee wafting through the dewy morning air. To the normal person, life in the middle-of-nowhere-New-York seems isolating and boring, but for two ex-hydra elite super soldiers, there is nothing better.

As Bucky brews a fresh batch of dark roasted perfection, you flip the finale of the stack of pancakes he suggested to make in bed some time earlier, and there is comfortable silence between the two of you, as you hear the coffee maker sing and feel your pristine white cat, Alpine, rub against your ankles.

Bucky comes up behind you and wraps his built arms around your waist, humming a Sinatra song you both originally missed out on in the 50’s. You smile, tossing the final silver dollar pancakes onto the tray to your right. He slips back away from you in time to turn off the stove and turn to see him now reaching out for you to dance with him as he begins to sing the words of a totally different song, probably from an entirely different era. (70 years of music is hard to catch up on)

“Here comes the sun��” He quietly sings to you as you step into his embrace, “And I say… It’s all right.” He serenades you, off key as his voice is still sleepy and gravelly, as you slow dance in the kitchen, Alpine circling you two.

“That’s not what you were humming earlier.” You contentedly point out.

“Forgot the words to that one,” He replies and continues singing The Beatles song.

“Doo-dun-doo-doo”

After he slowly closes out the tune, you gather your pancakes, syrup, coffee (of course), and some assorted fruits, and go out to the front porch. Out there, a small picnic table on your porch basks in the rising morning sun. You splay out your food and utensils, sit, and merrily eat, listening to birds chirp and watching bunnies scurry back to their homes. Bucky’s eyes are shining as he watches the sun slowly rise. Neither of you know what time it is, your best guess is 7 or 8, but it doesn’t matter. There’s no missions to be sent out on, no reports to file, and no one ordering you where to be. It’s you, Bucky, and mother nature, and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

“Y/N?” Bucky asks after a while, snapping you out of your content haze. His voice is quiet and soft, as if he intended to not startle you.

“Yes?”

“What should we do today?” You knew he was going to ask this question, for he asks it everyday. Somedays you go fishing or hunting, others you curl up by the fireplace and read to each other, and others you go on hikes, but no matter what the answer turns out to be, it’s the perfect answer.

“I don’t know, my love, is there anything you want to do today?”

“Can we visit Steve today? It’s been a while since…” He begins to attempt to justify, but you don’t need to hear it. Nothing broke your heart more than when Bucky found out Steve went back to the 40’s. You loved Steve, for he was everything to Bucky, and you do your best to be everything for him.

“Of course. Do you want to pick wildflowers to bring him? I want some for a centerpiece in our dining room too.” You offer, knowing that bringing Steve small gifts, like pies or paintings, helps Bucky know he’s doing everything he can for his best pal. Part of it hurts to see it, for it angers you that he would leave you two, that he would leave Bucky helpless and alone in a new world far from the one you knew.

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It’s a short walk to a hill behind your cabin that’s draped in flowers. Having a lot of time on your hands, you began studying the natural floral of the state. Your personal favorite was the Trientalis borealis, or starflower, for it reminds you of the star on Bucky’s old arm, the one you used as a symbol for hope in your days with hydra. Waking up from cryo, you always searched for that deep red star, so you could know your soldier was there with you. Bucky loves Claytonia caroliniana, the spring beauties, only because he loved putting them in your hair. He claimed that the pale pink complimented your y/h/c strands perfectly.

Bucky picked some trout lilies, their petals a vibrant yellow, and you added some white wood aster to go with them. After adding some other plants you’re yet to learn about, you march back to your cabin and tie off the bouquet with some twine before getting into Bucky’s silver Jeep and heading to the city.

…

Steve’s eyes light up when he sees you and Bucky walk through the door, just like how Bucky’s light looking at the morning sun. Supposedly, there’s not much for America’s Golden Boy at Sunny Acres Nursing Home, so maybe Bucky is his sun.

“Bucky! Y/N!” Steve weakly greets the two of you as you walk in. Bucky is like a child, smiling at his wrinkled best friend, holding the small bouquet behind his back. He happily skips to the right side of the bed Steve is currently in, grinning ear to ear.

“We brought you these,” Bucky says as he presents Steve with the twine bound wildflowers you had picked this morning, “I hope you like them, we picked trout lilies this time to brighten up your room.”

“Geez, punk, don’t go soft on me now,” Steve jokes, “I love them.” With those simple words, Bucky beams. He can’t bear to think about how he was no longer there for Steve during his years on ice, so he tries everything to make it up to him during his final years.

“Jerk.” Bucky mumbles.

“Hey, Buck, y’all catch up. I’ll put the flowers in a vase.” You pitch in, taking the flowers to the small kitchenette on the other side of the room. Replacing the last bouquet you brought him now dried out and wilting, you find a nurse there preparing a meal. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there!” You politely greet her, “My names Y/N.”

“Oh, I know, if it wasn’t for the news stories, it would be from Steve constantly talking about you and Mr. Barnes,” she says, “My name is Helen. I’m Mr. Roger’s primary caregiver.”

“Thank you for all you do for our friend. You said he talks about us a lot?” You inquire.

“Oh, all the time. He’s told me so many stories of the Avengers, and of course of him and Mr. Barnes from before World War II. His stories are incredible!” Her smile is genuine as he continues the soup for Steve, “You know, as much as some of the other heroes try to come and visit him, nothing compares to how happy he is after Bucky visits. It’s really incredible how close they are.”

“Yes… It is.” You can’t help but feel a ting in your stomach when she said that. A small part of you will never forgive Steve for leaving Bucky, but you gotta get over it at some point.

Suddenly, you hear Steve erupt in a wheezy laughter at something Bucky says. Interested, you lean against the frame of the kitchen’s entrance to get a better ear to what they’re saying.

“...and Sam couldn’t stop laughing! It was one of the craziest things Alpine has ever done. Maybe I should bring him here! He’s quite the cuddler.” Bucky finished a story about your beloved cat, and you smile at the two super soldiers talking as if nothing ever happened.

“‘Scuse me,” Helen squeezes past you through the door, soup in hand, “Here’s your lunch, Mr. Rogers.”

“Helen, dear, please call me Steve.” Steve chuckles, “So how is Sam? He was here a couple of weeks ago. Is he still working with the shield?”

“He is. Sometimes he comes over, so I can help him get used to it. I guess it’s not as easy for someone without the serum.” Sam resided in a cabin not too far from yours, and he came over a good amount. If there was anyone who came close to filling the whole Steve left in Bucky, it was The Falcon himself.

“That’s good. The three of you should come up together sometime… with Alpine too!” Steve says, his attention then shifts to you across the room, “How are you, Y/N? Keeping Bucky busy I hope.”

“Oh definitely!” You laugh, striding to his bed, “‘few days ago, we shot a buck early in the morning. My guess was a good 160 pounds. We cooked it and invited Sam over for ribs that night! Had enough leftovers for two days.”

“Didn’t know deer-pot-pie was a thing until she figured out how to make it!” Bucky added, pulling you in by the waist and kissing the top of your forehead. You can’t help but glance down at the portrait of Peggy on his bedside table; right next to a picture of him and Bucky from the war.

The three of you converse for hours, and before you know it, Helen is bringing Steve his dinner. She politely points out that visiting hours are almost over, but that you’re welcome back anytime. You bid farewell to Steve and return to your vehicle for the drive back home.

“Buck?” You timidly say in the car, “Do you ever wish you went back to the 40’s with him?”

He thinks for a while, until he finally speaks, “I don’t think there was anything for me… besides Steve of course. Now, I have you. As long as I have you, I’m happy in any century.”

You bathe once again the happy silence for the rest of the car ride. How did you get so lucky? You did terrible, unimaginable things during your time under Hydra control, so why did the universe let you have someone so magnificent as James Buchanan Barnes?

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You’re greeted by Alpine as soon as you step over the threshold of your front door. By the time you got back, the sun had begun to set, so you began to start on dinner. Bucky marinated fish you had gotten at a local farmers market the other day, while you washed vegetables from the garden you had out back for a salad.

The two of you sat together at your mahogany dining table, centered with a bouquet of wildflowers similar to the one you gifted Steve. The two of you made small talk, nothing but plans for the next day and compliments to each other on dinner… Until Bucky suddenly says:

“Y/N?” He began, “You know I love you, right?”

“And I love you.”

“You’re everything I’ll ever need, doll, you’re the hope I had in Hydra, and you’re the life I had after it. Ever since I first laid eyes on you at that war camp, I knew you were the gal for me. You’re my world. Never forget that.”

A tear begins to slide down your face, but you didn’t notice it until Bucky wiped it from your cheek, “Thank you, Bucky, I love you so much.”

The sun leaves you and your lover, ending another perfect day in the middle-of-nowhere-New-York.

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aerospectrum · 5 months ago

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"Calm your tits, Rambo, you're not gonna become a psycho killer. Not right away anyway." Ben stepped up close to Hughie, practically eliminating the space between himself and the younger man- his hips aligning with his, surprisingly mindful to not step on his bare feet. "Just focus on me, alright- none of those internal monologues telling you what could go wrong or any of that shit. Listen to my voice, look at my face- follow my instructions, got it?" his tone roughened up and he shifted into a place of focus and mission rather than calm.

"This might hurt." Ben grabbed Hughie's arm and the torniquet behind him. "You've got good veins... guess it's good you're not a crackhead who shoots up constantly, huh?" he stated flippantly, tying the band around his arm and slapping the skin in search for which vein he wanted to inject. "Don't flinch, don't tell me I'm doing it too hard-- and don't tell me to stop, I hate that shit." Green eyes narrowed and raised up slowly to lock on Hughie's. "And don't cry either... I'm really not the type to console." he added pointedly.

He looked back down, finding the vein and letting his arm go so he could fill the syringe with the bright blue fluid. His eyes danced lower for a moment to actually take in Hughie's form, his exposed body and the damage from being dragged through brush and branches and rocks. He raised his brows then blinked and set the vial down to reach for his arm again. "Take a few deep breaths for me." he set his fingertips against Hughie's collarbone and pushed him back just a hair. He swallowed and brought the needle to the vein- "Last chance to back out." he slowly lowered the sharp to the skin. "But don't... betray me." his stare was cold and lifeless, his tone dark and deadly, an obvious struggle rolling just beneath the surface to trust the man, to not replay his teams betrayal at every given opportunity. He shoved the needle in, feeling the skin give as the point broke through with ease. "Ready?"

Hughie's lanky frame tensed up, his shoulders hunching as he pressed back against the table. His eyes, wide with a mix of terror and reluctant determination, darted between Soldier Boy's face and the vial in his hand. He let out a shaky laugh that was more of a nervous exhale.

"Oh, fantastic," Hughie muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Super powers and insanity. Sounds like a real winning combo." He ran a trembling hand through his messy curls, a habit that always intensified when he was stressed.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed, shaking his head. "No restraints, alright? Let's not add more nightmare fuel to this whole... whatever this is." His fingers drummed anxiously against the edge of the table, betraying his mounting anxiety.

Hughie took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. When he spoke again, his voice was a mix of resignation and gallows humor. "Right. Let's do this before I remember I'm scared of needles. And heights. And basically everything else that comes with being a supe." He paused, then added with a hint of his trademark self-deprecating humor, "Though I guess 'terrified mess' isn't the worst superhero origin story out there."

His blue eyes, simultaneously terrified and oddly resolute, met Soldier Boy's gaze. "Just... try not to turn me into a complete psychopath, okay? I'd like to keep at least a shred of my sanity. You know, for old times' sake."

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years ago

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The Bad Guy (3)

Bucky x fem!Reader

Smitten Kitten

Theme: It’s a good day in New York City for Bucky Barnes, who seems to feel right at home till his morning is disrupted by a bad guy. Maybe New York isn’t the same place after all. Now he has teamed up with the Bad Guy to fight the good fight. But this Bad Guy is bringing things on his surface he never knew he had

Chapter warnings: horny dumb asses and one thicc ass cock blocker

A/N: @writing-prompt-s once gave a prompt last year that stuck with me…I don’t remember the exact wordings but it had something to do with the reader/writer being the villain having a crush on the hero, always finding excuses (or crimes) to meet them. One day they are getting their ass beat and you decide to jump in and save the day. This one is same but with a liiiiiiiitle twist

Word Count: I hate periods!! Unless someone is paying me for this blood and mucus please just make it staaahp! I don’t know how many of you will get the reference of those dog and cat names. But oh my God if I could hug each and every one of you who reads, reblogs and comments on my fic I would hug the living souls outta you...five...people!!!!! Hnnnnghhhhh!!!!!

MASTERLIST in bio, love. Tags are open

“Are you sure this is the location?”

“That’s what she texted Bucky.”

“...I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“...you…don't have a good feeling about...this mission or Y/N texting Bucky?”

Steve retreated his gaze from the binoculars to give Natasha a knowing look. The latter just shrugged her shoulders with the display of her innocent face. “He didn’t show you the text. He just told you the loc-esh. It’s normal to worry about it.”

Steve sighed and went back to the binoculars, looking at Bucky playing with a rock at the entrance of the warehouse before kicking it away. Steve hated the idea of Bucky wearing his favourite grey Henley shirt for a meeting with a bad guy.

“If I didn’t know him any better-” Tony’s voice crackled on the comms- “I’d say he was going on a date when he asked me if he could borrow my cologne. And if we go by our history, I really don’t know him any better.”

“Come on, guys. Cut Cap some slack,” Barton- who was screening the whole area from the top of the local water tank a couple of miles above the hill- added, “it’s not every day you see your best friends fall for the bad guys. Twice.”

A giggle and snicker eroded through the comms and Steve rolled his eyes while pushing himself into the seat. “Thanks for the input, Barton.”

“Alright, everybody shush,” Natasha interrupted the tease session, “she’s here.”

A Land Rover smoothly turned into the rundown estate to come and stop by Bucky’s Mustang. Those stooping shoulders suddenly found their rigidity and turned towards the car to welcome whoever was about to step out.

For a hot summer morning with plans to make plans to take down an entire cartel, you were dressed in a floral sundress. Brown shades covered your eyes and most of your face from that merciless sun. What they did not cover was the smile on those naked lips that had been painted the most enticing red Bucky had seen, apart from the gun you held in your dominant hand.

“Hello Sergeant,” you sang while taking patient steps in those white wedges that were in no way shoes made for a fight, “did you get my texts?”

Bucky, the soldier had already evaluated all the entries and exits, the type of gun, it’s range, the best stances if it came to playing offence or defence. Bucky the himbo from the past, though, was having a hard time concentrating on anything else but that suggestive smile and tilt of your head; the light hitting your hair perfectly while the languid breeze annoyed your strands now and then.

“Of course, that’s why I’m here, aren’t I?”

You tsked. “You know what I mean Sarge.”

Of course, he knew what you meant. He could feel his chest flutter by just the thought of those texts last night.

You: meet me @ the warehouse on boulevard street tomorrow. We’ll come up with a plan to bust those bitches. Gimme a suitable time.

Bucky: Ok. How does 12 sound?

You: In this weather? Sarge, we’ll be sweating like a bunch of pigs under the sun!

Bucky: *typing* How about 7? am?

You: Do you feel like going skinny dipping tomorrow with me?

Bucky:

You: I know a really good spot a little away from here. Might end up on a road trip.

Bucky: *typing* I think we should concentrate on the miss-

You: Where do you live, btw?

You: *sends location* This is my place

Bucky: *erases everything* shouldn’t you keep your home location to yourself?

You: Hmm...But if I do that, how will you come over?

Bucky: *silence* *types* why would I want to-

You: It’s not every day I feel like sharing a bottle of some good stuff with someone.

You: It is soooo hot. I’m taking my pants off.

Bucky:

You: The top’s gone too. Phew! Just my lingerie now.

*one minute later*

You: Yeah, it’s not working. Bra is never comfy. Ever.

You: It’s better now! The night breeze is hitting every sweat bead on the spot.

You: Every window is open now.

You: Hmmm...Sarge. Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?

You: Well, thinking isn't gonna do you any good, Bucky.

You: Thinking about my clothes on the floor.

You: Thinking about my skin.

You: Thinking about how much more this wind is getting action than someone you know.

You: Thinking about my hands roaming on my chest.

You: And then my stomach.

You: And then down further…

By this time the phone was a crushed pile of junk in his hand and his cock a frustrated bulge in his boxers. Oh, the dissatisfaction of not being able to push you against a wall and grind his needy bulge against you was frustrating at best. The want to see you naked in the sheets under him while you called out his name increased with every second. Why did you have to be such a fucking tease?! A great one at that. Now he did want to dash out of the facility, steal one of Tony’s cars and drive to your home to take your by your hair and shut that pretty mouth of yours. He did think about it. But imagining you seeing him at your doorstep stopped him for some reason. Instead, he got out of his boxers, jumped on his bed and took care of that urge himself, fantasizing you, your touch, your moans, your highs with his hitting the rocks, till his legs were shivering and he had to stop himself from groaning out loud.

“I...fell asleep.”

Your tongue played with your upper lip and a tiny shudder in his pants was enough to tell him, you knew it was a lie. A lie through and through. There was a point when he started to fear that you might even know what he did after reading those messages.

"Sure, ya did," you chuckled the words through your teeth. "Anyways-" lifting your gun up casually to stroke it- "I was wondering about you last night. A lot. And there were things I did not like."

The safety clicked off and your arm turned straight to point it right at Bucky's forehead.

On the other side of the binoculars, Steve was already shouting his team to move in. Natasha was already driving forward, skidding to a stop right next to Bucky's wheels.

You could hear the commotion all around you but you were more interested in the disappointment building up on Bucky's beautiful face, looking at his pal with a hint of resentment.

"That-" you tilted your head a little in Steve's direction- "is what I don't like. You thought I wouldn't find out?"

"I told you to stay away, Steve!" Bucky yelled at him.

"Alright, this is over," Steve fumed from where he stood, "I knew we should not have trusted you."

With the right force, the gun crunched in your palms as turned towards Steve. You said nothing to the blonde. Removing your shades, you nodded at Natasha. "Hey, Nat."

"Y/N. How's Mr Fuzzy Boy."

"It's Fluffy Boy. And he still hates you. Talking about boys-" you looked around with your arms across your chest- "I thought you would have knocked some sense into them by now."

Natasha shrugged. “Not really. No.”

“She tried but we are too stubborn and our egos are bigger than our-”

“Hey, Stark,” you announced at the voice breaking out through Natasha's car. Turning to Bucky you sucked at your teeth. “I honestly thought you were doing this little team up because you wanted to work with me. Clearly that is not what this was about. You wanted to find out if I was working with the cartel, didn’t you, James Barnes?”

“Oooh, full name,” Clint cringed from his nest.

“You’re not really known for your goodness, Y/N,” Steve broke it down for you. “No offence.”

“Save it, Captain,” you spewed in his direction, “and to think I wanted to crush that face between my thighs.” Digging into your sundress’ pocket, you took out a burner cellphone and threw in his direction. “Happy hunting, you fucked up psychopaths.” You turned towards Bucky with no sign of any empathy in those y/e/c eyes. “Don’t expect anything more from me.”

The Land Rover moved out and away and with a part of Bucky’s broken heart that wanted to stop it so bad but had to do with turning to Steve and yelling out his anger at him. “You had to put your leg in the door, didn’t you. I had it handled!”

“Handled? Handled?!! Buck, she’s been playing you like a fiddle!”

“And you think I can be played?”

“I saw her texts for God’s sake!! Don’t tell me you’re going to defend her.”

Natasha cursed under her breath and stepped away from Steve. “Wow,” Bucky breathed in disbelief. “So just because she is horny on the phone means I am her little puppet? Is that how little you think of me, Stevie?”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, Buc-”

“I am not fourteen anymore! Neither are you! You know what, I’m out. I’m done. She’s given you something. Go use it and go punch some Nazi heads. I don’t want anything to do with this.”

And so he went away too, leaving everyone but Steve standing there to uncomfortably watch the captain look at the car.

“So…” Tony’s voice muttered over the comms, “which ice-creams should I keep ready in big dessert bowls when you guys get back home?”

It's good. Whatever happened was good. I mean, Steve and Tony got what they wanted. Y/N is no longer in the picture and...and…I don't have to interact with her...anymore.

The ball bounced from the ceiling into Bucky's hands, going back and forth without a pause. The other hand rested under his head- the very head that was blankly staring at the ceiling, thoughts running in there like a freight train. Wait, no, scratch that. No trains. They were running more like a leopard- just running around, presenting a brooding picture on the outside while on the inside- just like that very leopard, this poor muscular soul was dying of overthinking and anxiety. The agitation was on the level of a nine-year-old sulking in his bed because his mom was not letting him play with his friend. It was reasonable that the friend was bad, could be a bad influence, had been directly or indirectly leading him on some things he hadn't thought of in a while. But he had just made a frieeeennddd!! Hngh!

Crack!

The sound brought him out of the huffing trance to watch the paint and plaster crack in the ceiling. Fuck! Stark's gonna be pissed.

Bucky closed his eyes and let the hand engulfing the ball rest of his forehead.

Well, to be fair to his 'mom', Bucky was sure he was worried about what would happen if his new friend took him to the dark side again. After all the efforts and blood so many people had gone through, for one woman to undo it all. That was a genuine concern. But then again, she has been more interested in Sergeant Barnes than the Winter Soldier. Except for the part where she said she wants to see him…under the…sheets?

Right! What is with this woman! She speaks without a filter!! Does not care who's listening and what they'll think. I like that. I really like that. But all she wants to do is fuck me? And then what? Go back to ogling America's ass?

A part of him nudged at those angry corners, pressing at the fact that you had been too engrossed to be angry at him to even think about Steve today. So, maybe it was not all about the ass.

Bucky turned to his side, rolling that thought along with him. The ball was moved around by his flesh index while his mind jogged with the possibility of doing something next.

Well, there was one thing he could do. It would drive Steven Grant Rogers crazy but it would be worth all the trouble he would be going through. Well, if he were to get caught he would have been caught last night when he sneaked out of the facility to go check to your place.

The distance had not been much on the bike but the New York heat hitting his face the moment he entered the city was more unwelcoming than the people living in the city. Parking the bike in an alley, he had pretty much parkoured his way over the houses to reach the building next to yours. Silent as a cat in the night looking for its prey, Bucky had planted himself on your apartment’s balcony and watched in impressive horror the modesty you lived in. Paintings made by kids were pinned all over the living room walls while a volcano sat on the coffee table- half done. An empty bottle of orange juice lay on the kitchen table while cushions were sprawled over the floor. Taking a step to his right, he was looking through the french windows into your bedroom where you slept in your queen-sized bed like a baby. All around you were oil paintings in blue and green of what looked like ocean waves in different art styles. On the bed lay your worn down laptop still running. Bending at an angle, his throat let out a muted gasp at collage with his photos on the screen, suggesting you had fallen asleep looking at his photographs. What was weird for Bucky was that his accelerated heartbeat had not found a single photo of his winter soldier avatar in there. What cooled down his burning chest was the serenity on your face. Sleeping under those thin grey sheets with a plushie of a right next to your head, Bucky almost had the urge to grin so wide. He could not believe you were the same woman who had threatened his best friend in full public view. And he knew exactly what he was going to do. Take a picture and blackmail you with it.

Looking down at his jeans to take his phone, his heart felt like he had fallen down the stairs when a pair of glowing eyes caught his. Gaining his mental footing, he breathed in the fact that it was actually a cat staring back at him from the other side of the window. White fur stood out in the dark of the night as it hissed Bucky and tried to claw at him, clearly seeing him as a threat. Sensing the feline’s uneasiness with his presence, he thought it better to leave before that little white monster woke you up. But not before he left a bunch of biscuit crumbs on the balcony tiles as a sign of peace for the little fanged beast.

Now, he wanted to go back through the front door and get face to face with that rage today- not something he had expected after last night’s scenic view of that perfect face.

Pausing movement of the ball, he picked it up in his metal hand, got himself up from the bed and slid towards the edge to put on his socks and boots only to pause and form an attack stance with his metal arm towards that svelte figure leaning by the door.

“Gonna hit me with the ball?” Natasha cocked a brow at Bucky.

Loosening his muscles at Natasha and went on to put his boots on. “Going somewhere, Grumperella?”

“Outside. Away. Somewhere I can grump in peace,” Bucky stated, getting up.

“Take this pretty lady too,” Tony announced as he walked by his room and tossed a pair of car keys at Bucky, “I don’t think you’ll improve those points by going to her place on a bike.”

Silence.

The flutter in Bucky’s heart drowned by Natasha’s words. “Don’t worry. Only Tony and I know. We’ll handle Steve. Just don’t let our image fall further,” she concluded, walking out with a smirk.

“Truffle, Fluffy, stop looking at the neighbour’s lunch and come eat your chicken thighs,” you announced from the kitchen. With a bandana on to keep your hair as far away from your skin, your skin itched for something colder than what the air conditioner was providing right now. This was the third time you had fiddled with your thermostat today. Damn this summer! That’s it, I’m moving out of this fucked up city.

Fluffy’s taps came to a skidding halt at the doorway to slip towards his bowl while Truffle gracefully walked to his bowl and ate his share while keeping a paw between him and the corgi’s audible gobble and chomps, nearly pushing his face away.

Sighing, you sat down on the seat by the kitchen table, looking at your two kids devour their lunch while you questioned the disappearance of your appetite. Maybe it’s the PMS. Is it the PMS? You looked at the calendar over your fridge. Still a week to go. Maybe it is him. That stupid fucker.

Your thoughts started forming around that magnificent frame of Bucky. There were not enough times you could say you had been left attracted to a bewildered face of a guy in awe of your skills. Men would mostly take that power inside you as a wrong stroke on their ego. But this one? This one just stood there looking at you as if the theme of Love Story 1970 was playing in those anime eyes while he watched in gasping admiration at something out of this world. That was the first time someone’s face had given you such warmth. Well, a stranger’s face. Don’t let my family hear it, you thought to yourself. Just then, Truffle looked up from his bowl to turn and stare at your for a solid minute before going back to his lunch.

The doorbell rang, getting you out of those dreamy thoughts- for barely a second- that were making you sweatier by the minute. Getting up and walking to the door, you kept wondering about that metal hand, those absolutely luscious lips, those surprised yet aroused eyes and oh Gods! Those shoulders. Those beautiful shoulders you wanted to bite into. Arrr!

You did not realise when you clicked the door open. But you did feel like eating your own words when that Love Story 1970 theme started playing in the background just as your eyes locked onto those beautiful oceans of blue; the abyss inside them widening just as you came into view.

Bucky forgot how to breathe. For a second you did too. You did not expect him to be standing here; not after the humiliation you put him through in front of his team/friends. And yet, here he was. At your door. Standing in front of you, the bad guy, moving his hair back with his hand, revealing the redness of those kissable cheeks that had been struggling to keep the blood inside the veins the whole elevator ride to your floor. The rubbing of his hand fingers against his palms while his legs shifted his weight on each other.

“Hi,” his husky, barely audible voice sent shivers down your spine straight to your core.

“Hi,” you responded with a softness you had not heard in ages. And the guitars strum in the background, the tune carrying all the unspoken feelings in the shape of melodies in the air around the two of you.

“Can we talk?”

Bucky was almost scared of having the door being slammed in his face. But when you moved aside to let him in, he felt live rush back into his bones. He had not felt this alive since Wakanda. With sure steps inside, he was not letting this feeling go away anytime soon.

The gush of that one magical wind inside you made you discreetly smile to yourself and you could not help but wonder if it was his last night’s visit to your place that brought him back or just his curiosity with this mission. Whatever it was, you challenged yourself to not let this one get away till you had explored every little inch of his being in person.

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theyearoftheking · 4 years ago

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Book Forty-Eight: Dreamcatcher

Here’s some random information about me. First and foremost, I hate poop. The smell of dog poop makes me start gagging. Can’t handle it. Never have, never will. My husband knows he’s on active duty (ha! pun NOT intended) if one of our dogs has an accident in the house.

So, it’s kind of ironic I work for a pharmaceutical company that promotes all kinds of GI drugs... I’ve helped sell drugs for various kinds of IBS, and now opioid induced constipation. I spend my work days talking to doctors about poop while they eat tacos. Truly... that’s how I spent my lunch hour yesterday.

So, why am I talking about poop? Dreamcatcher, y’all. This book is literally FULL OF SHIT. We’re talking everything from the smelliest, most graphically described excrement, to high school aged kids trying to force a boy to eat dog poop... SO MUCH POOP.

Which made me wonder... Steve wrote this book after his horrific accident, which I’m sure involved massive amounts of pain-killers. Was Steve suffering from opioid induced constipation? Was Steve dreaming about a massive shit that would ease his constipation pains? It’s really the only logical thing I can think of.

I haven’t read this book since it was first published back in 2001, but the first thing I always think of is how graphically Steve describes the smell of poop... “a mixture of ether and overripe bananas...”

Gross.

So gross.

Dreamcatcher is an alien invasion story... aliens plan to take over a hunting town in rural, northern Maine. And they multiply by fuzzy spores, known as byrus. When someone comes into contact with the spores, it’s not long before an alien explodes out their anus... hence, the horrible smell and flatulence.

Four friends, Beaver, Henry, Jonsey, and Pete are all up north hunting when the alien invasion goes down. Jonsey ends up with the alien leader, Mr. Gray, invading his body; Pete and Beaver end up dead, and Henry is tasked with preventing Mr. Gray from depositing a dog heavy with byrus into a major water filtration plant, which would infect a huge swath of the population.

The boys all have a low-grade form of telepathy, which they developed the day they helped save Douglas “Duddits” Cavill from some high school kids who stripped him down, and tried to force him to eat a dog turd. Duddits has Down Syndrome, and was walking home from school when he was accosted by the high school assholes. After the rescue, Beaver, Henry, Jonsey, and Pete added Duddits to their clan, and he’d tag along with them, play cribbage, basically be one of the boys.

Their telepathy has intensified into adulthood, and while the boys have lost touch with Duddits, they still try to go hunting every year. So, they’re out hunting when the aliens and the National Guard sweep in. The Guard tries to keep everyone quarantined and prevent the spread of the byrus. It’s okay... take a second and laugh. It’s just another example of life imitating prophetic art. There’s one particularly ucky guardsman, Kurtz, who just wants to build a name for himself by killing the entire town, and preventing the spread of the aliens.

75% of the book is a race between Jonsey/Mr. Gray, Kurtz, and Henry/another guardsman and eventually Duddits. Henry and Duddits save the world, Duddits succumbs to the leukemia that has been killing him, and life goes on, shit and all.

There were some fun Steve universe mentions:

The town of Derry, Maine

Castle Rock radio station

Low men

The Losers Club

Pennywise

The Dead Zone

Shawshank

And then there were some lines that made me laugh. cringe, and want to cry. Shall we proceed?

The concept of “temporary quarantine”. We’re currently on day 572,000 of social distancing, quarantining, and living our best lives six feet apart. We were also told this would be temporary.

“Silence gives consent” Steve, buddy, pal... can we work on updating this line in future publications? I think we know that only consent gives consent. Silence is NOT consent. Help a girl out here. Speaking of consent, there’s a line, “...he was with Tom T. Hall: he liked beer.” I immediately thought of this asshole.

He also thinks silence is consent, and likes beer. For fucks sake, does this man not have the most punchable face in the world? Just looking at it is raising my blood pressure. Fuckstick.

So, then there’s the greatest debate of our time... “Underhill donned his mask and adjusted the straps without further comment...Do they work? They work on Ebola, they work on anthrax, they work on that new super-cholera. Do they work on Ripley? Probably. If not, we’re fucked, soldier. In fact, we may be fucked already.” I laughed way harder than I should have at this line. Do the world a favor, and just wear ya masks, kids. Look at this cute gaiter I got on Etsy!

Then, there was a reference to a period in time when the Patriots sucked, and no one wanted to root for them. As a die-hard Carolina Panthers fan (don’t ask, it’s a long story); I was pissed with how the Panthers did Cam Newton dirty. So, I’m hoping the Pats have a fantastic season, and make it to the Super Bowl.

And finally, there was a speech from the fictional president about the alien infection, in which he said, “...we believe that our visitors brought this virus with them much as travelers from abroad may bring certain insects into their country of origin in their luggage or on the produce they’ve purchased. This is something customs officers look for, but of course-our recent visitors did not pass through a customs checkpoint...”

There’s a good chance this president would have also referred to Covid as, “The China Virus”.

The plot of this book? Meh. But the number of parallels to our current society nineteen years later? Excellent. Also, I give maddd props to Steve for writing this book out longhand, while recovering from an accident that could have taken his life (or at the very least, his leg). While Dreamcatcher is never going to be one of favorites, you have to respect the grind.

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 30

Total Dark Tower References: 45

Book Grade: D

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Wizard and Glass: A+

Needful Things: A+

On Writing: A+

The Green Mile: A+

Hearts in Atlantis: A+

Rose Madder: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

Bag of Bones: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon: B

Storm of the Century: B-

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Desperation: C-

Insomnia: C-

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

Dreamcatcher: D

The Regulators: D

The Tommyknockers: D-

Next, is Black House... which I’m rapidly devouring. The Talisman is still fresh(ish) in my mind, so that should help with making connections between the two.

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights, Rebecca

#dreamcatcher #derry maine #derry #stephen king #constant readers #It #quarantine #masks #patriots

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lookbluesoup · 5 years ago

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Whumptober 9 - Shackled

So, kinda stoked to share this one!! It’s part of (another) idea I’ve had sitting around for ages that I would love to turn into a multichapter story someday. If I can find the courage to commit to a longer fic xD I also think it would be a really fun premise to make a quest mod of. But alas, I don’t know how to mod. x’D This story is inspired by “The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell. Which, if you haven’t read, I highly recommend! It’s free online! c:

Also, Butler is crazy. Which is fun to write for, and hopefully fun to read, but fair warning - he is an unhinged villain and says/does some deliberately inflammatory things!

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Heavy, molded cloth suctioned to Nate’s face. What staggered breath he could inhale tasted poisonous. Black. Tight. Suffocating. Rough hands shoved him forward, but beyond that no sense of space except for the fabric squeezing tighter and tighter. Panic pulled all the air from Nate’s lungs, leaving him light-headed. Trapped. Helpless. He writhed, wanted to scream, but his throat had collapsed.

Metal pincers closed a vice-grip around Nate’s arm, dragging him along even when he dug in his heels. “Do. Not. Resist.” The stilted voice of the protectron ordered. “Injuries. Will. Lessen. Your chances. Of survival.”

Nate was a little too distracted by the world caving in around him to comprehend. A boot kicked him in the back, sending Nate against wet concrete. Even through the fetor of the hood, he could smell rot beneath. The cold steel kiss of shackles clamped over his wrists.

Then General Butler ripped the sack from Nate’s head and turned on the light. Blinding fluorescence made it hard to focus on anything outside of the immediate few feet.

Shuddering, Nate tugged against his shackles. “The hell?” He snarled up at Butler, only to be met with dark, accusing eyes.

Butler took an even breath. “Seein’ as I bought you dinner and all,” He unholstered his pistol, examining it with superficial interest. “Maybe we can finally get down to the dirty business this evening. General to general.”

“General to general, huh? Could just be where I’m standing, but I think our playing field’s a little uneven.” Nate jabbed back. “What is this, an interrogation?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Grinned Butler, spinning the pistol around a withered finger. “Guessin’ you figured out the truth by now. About this place. About my little… hobby.”

“I dunno what you’re-”

Butler’s patchwork face flushed with rage. “What, you think I’m stupid? That nosy reporter comes snooping around and then an old pre-war army dog shows up at my doorstep, wantin’ to buddy up? I knew you were a plant the minute I laid eyes on ye.” He jammed his pistol hard under Nate’s chin, forcing the man to meet his eyes and grinning savagely, “So the way I see it, the only way to keep playing my game… is to make the both of ya part of it.”

Nate’s stomach dropped, “I came alone, Butler.”

The general leaned back and smiled. “Boy, you really should learn when to cut the bullshit.” Motioning to a shadowed door, an inhumane chuckle seethed out of him.

An unpainted assaultron, headpiece replaced by a gawking skull, shambled into the light. It drug Piper into the room, bound and bruised, spewing acrimony and adding a few new Wasteland obscenities to Nate’s vocabulary.

Lips pursed, Butler studied her like a hawk sizing up a morsel of prey. “Mouthy thing. I can’t hear myself think.”

The assaultron pulled her head back, shoving a dirty rag down her throat so roughly Piper was left gagging in a heap on the floor.

Nate’s jaw clenched until his ears started whistling. She met his gaze, only for a moment. Enough to reassure him that she was alright. He didn’t know how she’d been caught, but the reason hardly mattered. With both of them trapped down here, they were at the mercy of Butler’s insanity.

“That’s better.” The old general stalked around her, rubbing at the gap where his nose used to be. “My but you are pretty, aren’t you?” He knelt without regard for personal space, peering at her with abject intrusiveness. “Why, if I were a little younger…” His fingers scuttled through the locks of her hair.

Piper’s eyebrows arched, a nuclear explosion in her hazel eyes as she jerked away.

“Get your shriveled hands off her!” Nate snarled, lunging against the restraints so hard he felt his skin break under the steel.

Butler turned, sitting up a little straighter when he saw the abrasions. “Does it bother you? Tch. So touchy!” He stood, sauntering back to where Nate still dug against his shackles. “Now, I wonder why that could be…” The general’s brow furrowed thoughtfully, then splayed upward. “Ahhh-” He laughed once, hollow with arrogant delight. “I understand.”

Nate’s eyelids creased, a crater opening in his chest.

Smirking with rancid glee, Butler’s beady eyes flexed open as he studied his captive with renewed interest. “You know, the instinct to protect a mate is a fierce impulse. It can drive almost any creature to kill. Humans though? They’ll even die for it. Crazy, isn’t that? Just crazy! It makes no sense, from evolutionary terms.” Dropping down beside Nate, Butler leaned to the side, tilting his head to peer at Piper.

Nate stared at her, and she kept her focus squarely on him in return, drawing strength from one another.

Butler continued his twaddling. “I mean, she’s a looker, no denying it. I bet she’s got your dick wrapped around her finger all kinda ways. Hell, she convinced you to come out here!” He laughed abrasively, clapping Nate on the back like an old pal.

Nate didn’t laugh back.

Butler thought that was even funnier. His guffawing seemed liable to crack his chest open, “You would die for her, wouldn’t you?” He gawked between them, “Even if you knew she wouldn’t be far behind crossing the veil. What, you don’t think that’s strange? You’re a smart man Nathaniel, doesn’t it occur to you to think how insane a thing like that is?”

“The only insane thing here is you!” Nate spat. “Kidnapping innocent people off the road, killing them like animals.”

“Oh, c’mon now.” Butler’s amusement faded, “Where’s the legendary General of the Minutemen I’ve heard so much about? You exterminated those Brotherhood bucketheads, didn’tcha? And the big bad Boogeyman underground. Old soldier, where do you get by criticizing me, hunh? Dead is dead.” He holstered his pistol. “I bet you were raised by Christians - real orthodox ones. Catholics? Baptists? Yeah, that must be it. No other reason to be such a damn hypocritical fool.”

Standing, he sauntered back toward Piper with an arrogant frown, “Thank God for the bombs. This world, now, this is the way things oughta be. None of that prewar greater-good nonsense. Life is for the strong. I got every right to do whatever the hell I want with anything weaker than me. And why shouldn’t I? I’m the apex predator.”

“You’re a murdering psychopath is what you are.” Nate sneered. “A senile old-”

The general’s fist collided hard with Nate’s jaw. He went reeling, would have hit concrete hard if the handcuffs hadn’t pulled him taut against the metal pin.

A grunt bubbled through Nate’s throat as he swallowed back metallic-tasting drool, refusing to give Butler the satisfaction of seeing blood.

Lurching forward, Piper let out a muffled cry, “BLUE!” distinguishable even through her gag.

Butler shook his fist out with a deep scowl, then smiled again with a mouth full of wooden teeth. “I think I’ll enjoy hunting the pair of you.”

#think I'll be doing some fluff tomorrow x'DD #whumptober #whumptober2019 #no.9 #shackled #claustrophobia #nate ronan #piper wright #pipan #the most dangerous game #fanfic #my fanfic #suspense #personal fav

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aerospectrum · 6 months ago

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Ben laughs to himself at his sons reaction. In one smooth motion he reaches out to grab John by the shoulder, clapping his hand over it he pulls him in for a one armed hug. "You got it, kiddo." he pats his back and rubs his hand up and down over the kids boney shoulders. "You, me, and the fucking fresh outdoors throwing knives, blasting guns and killing shit.... there's nothing more american than that!" He nudges John back slightly, holding him by his shoulders as he looks him over with a glint of pride in his eyes. "Tell you what, you go pack a bag and I'll load the truck- meet you back here in half an hour and we'll head out. Sound like a plan?"

John's eyes bright and shining once his dad suggests to take him out in the woods for practice. "Thanks, dad!" Hah! Billy always bluffs about things his dad teaches him, fishing or hunting and John was really jealous of him.. he adores his father, wants to be someone like him when he grows up. "When we'll go??"

#homelanderrpblog #c; homelander (i will laser every fucking one of you)#c; soldier boy (no one’s the new me pal)

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buzzdixonwriter · 5 years ago

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Sci-Fi And The Sincerest Form Of Flattery

I know many of you prefer “science fiction” or “science fantasy” or “speculative fiction” or “sf” or even “stf” for short, but I ain’t that guy…

I’m a sci-fi kinda guy.

I prefer sci-fi because to me it evokes the nerdy playfulness the genre should embrace at some level (and, no we’re not gonna debate geek vs nerd as a descriptor; “geeky” implies biting heads off chickens no matter how benign and respectable the root has become).

. . .

A brief history of sci-fi films -- a very brief history.

Georges Melies’ 1898 short A Trip to The Moon is one of the earliest examples of the genre, and it arrived full blown at the dawn of cinema via its literary predecessors in Verne and Wells.

There were a lot of bona fide sci-fi films before WWII -- the Danes made a surprisingly large number in the silent era, Fritz Lang gave us Metropolis and Frau Im Mond, we saw the goofiness of Just Imagine and the spectacle of Things To Come and the space opera appeal of Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers.

And that’s not counting hundreds of other productions -- comedies and contemporary thrillers and westerns -- where a super-science mcguffin played a key part.

That came to a screeching halt in WWII primarily due to budget considerations and real world science easily overtaking screen fantasy. Still, there were a few bona fide sci-fi films and serials during the war and immediately thereafter, but it wasn’t until the flying saucer scare of the late forties that sci-fi became a popular movie genre again (and on TV as well).

Ground zero for 1950s sci-fi was George Pal’s Destination Moon, which was an attempt to show a plausible flight to the moon (it was actually beaten to the screens by a couple of other low budget movies that rushed into production to catch Pal’s PR wave for his film).

This led to the first 1950s sci-fi boom that lasted from 1949 to 1954, followed by a brief fallow period, then a larger but far less innovative second boom in the late 1950s to early 1960s.

BTW, let me heartily recommend the late Bill Warren’s magnificent overview of sci-fi films of that era, Keep Watching The Skies, a must have in any sci-fi film fan’s library.

Seriously, go get it.

Bill and I frequently discussed films of that and subsequent eras, and Bill agreed with my assessment of the difference between 1950s sci-fi and 1960s sci-fi: 1950s sci-fi most typically ends with the old order restored, while 1960s sci-fi typically ends with the realization things have changed irrevocably.

In other words, “What now, puny human?”

I judge the 1960s sci-fi boom to have started in 1963 (at least for the US and western Europe; behind the Iron Curtain they were already ahead of us) with the Outer Limits TV show, followed in 1964 by the films The Last Man On Earth (based on Richard Matheson’s I Am Legend), Robinson Crusoe On Mars, and The Time Travelers.

But what really triggered the 1960s sci-fi boom was Planet Of The Apes and 2001: A Space Odyssey. The former was shopped around every major Hollywood studio starting in 1963 until it finally found a home at 20th Century Fox (whose market research indicated there was an audience for well-made serious sci-fi film and hence put Fantastic Voyage into production). Kubrick, fresh off Lolita and Dr. Srangelove (another sci-fi film tho not presented as such), carried an enormous cache in Hollywood of that era, and if MGM was going to bankroll his big budget space movie, hey, maybe there was something to this genre after all.

From 1965 forward, the cinematic space race was on, with 1968 being a banner year for groundbreaking sci-fi movies: 2001: A Space Odyssey, Barbarella, Charly, Planet Of The Apes, The Power, Project X, and Wild In The Streets. (Star Trek premiering on TV in 1967 didn’t hurt, either.)

And, yeah, there were a number of duds and more than a few old school throwbacks during this era, but the point is the most interesting films were the most innovative ones.

Here’s a partial list of the most innovative sci-fi films from 1969 to 1977, nine-year period with some of the most original ideas ever presented in sci-fi films. Not all of these were box office successes, but damn, they got people’s attention in both the film making and sci-fi fandom communities.

=1969=

The Bed Sitting Room

Doppelganger (US title: Journey To The Far Side Of The Sun)

The Gladiators

The Monitors

Stereo

=1970=

Beneath The Planet Of The Apes [a]

Colossus: The Forbin Project

Crimes Of The Future

Gas-s-s-s

The Mind Of Mr. Soames

No Blade Of Grass

=1971=

The Andromeda Strain

A Clockwork Orange

Glen And Randa

The Hellstrom Chronicle

THX 1138

=1972=

Silent Running

Slaughterhouse Five

Solaris [b]

Z.P.G.

=1973=

Day Of The Dolphin

Fantastic Planet

The Final Programme (US title: The Last Days Of Man On Earth)

Idaho Transfer

=1974=

Dark Star

Phase IV

Space Is The Place

Zardoz

=1975=

A Boy And His Dog

Black Moon

Death Race 2000

Rollerball

Shivers (a.k.a. They Came From Within and The Parasite Murders) [c]

The Stepford Wives

=1976=

God Told Me To [a.k.a. Demon]

The Man Who Fell To Earth

=1977=

Wizards

[a] I include Beneath The Planet Of The Apes because it is the single most nihilistic major studio film released, a movie that posits Charlton Heston blowing up the entire planet is A Damn Good Idea; follow up films in the series took a far more conventional approach to the material. While successful, neither the studio nor mainstream audiences knew what to make of this film, so 20th Century Fox re-released it in a double bill with another problematic production, Russ Meyer’s Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls, and holy cow, if ever there was a more bugfuck double feature from a major studio I challenge you to name it.

[b] Other than Karel Zemen’s delightful animated films, Iron Curtain sci-fi films rarely screened in the US, with the exception of special effects stock shots strip mined to add production values to cheapjack American productions (looking at you, Roger Corman). Solaris is the exception.

[c] David Cronenberg made several other films in this time frame, but most of them were variations on the themes he used in Shivers, including his big break out, Scanners. Realizing he was repeating himself, Cronenberg reevaluated his goals and started making films with greater variety of theme and subject matter.

. . .

The astute reader will notice I bring my list to an end in 1977, a mere nine-year span instead of a full decade.

That’s because 1977 also saw the release of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind and Star Wars.

The effect was immediate, with knock-off films being released the same year.

1978 saw Dawn Of The Dead, a sequel to 1968’s Night Of The Living Dead, and Superman, the first non-campy superhero movie aimed at non-juvenile audiences.

1979 gave us Alien, Mad Max, and Star Trek: The Motion Picture.

These films were not just successful, they were blockbusters.

And none of them were original.

Close Encounters served as an excuse to do a Kubrick-style light show; plot and theme are about as deep as a Dixie cup, and of all the blockbusters of that era, it’s the one with no legs.

Alien’s pedigree can be traced back to It! Terror From Beyond Space (and It’s pedigree goes back to A.E. van Vogt’s “Black Destroyer” and “Discord In Scarlet” in the old Astounding Stories) and Demon Planet (US title: Planet Of The Vampires) by way of Dark Star (Dan O’Bannon writing the original screenplays for that film and Alien as well).

Mad Max, like 1981’s Escape From New York, differs from earlier post-apocalypse movies only insofar as their apocalypses of a social / cultural / political nature, not nuclear or biological weapons. Mad Max, in fact, can trace its lineage back to No Blade Of Grass, which featured it own caravan of refugees attacked by modern day visigoths on motorcycles, and the original Death Race 2000, as well as an odd little Australian non-sci-fi film, The Cars That Ate Paris.

Not only was Dawn Of The Dead a sequel, but it kickstarted a worldwide tsunami of zombie movies that continues to this day (no surprise as zombie films are easy to produce compared to other films listed here, and while there are a few big budget examples of the genre, the typical zombie movie is just actors in ragged clothes and crappy make-up).

Superman was…well…Superman. And Star Trek was Star Trek.

And the granddaddy of them all, Star Wars, was a cinematic throwback that threw so far back it made the old seem new again.

Not begrudging any of those films their success: They were well made and entertaining.

But while there had been plenty of sequels and remakes and plain ol’ knockoffs of successful sci-fi movies in the past, after these seven there was precious little room for anything really different or innovative.

1982’s E.T. was Spielberg’s unofficial follow-up to Close Encounters.

1984’s Terminator consciously harkened back to Harlan Elison’s Outer Limits episodes “Demon With A Glass Hand” and “Soldier” (not to mention 1966’s Cyborg 2087 which looks like a first draft of Cameron’s film)

All innovative movies are risky, and the mammoth success of the films cited above did little to encourage new ideas in sci-fi films but rather attempts to shoehorn material into one of several pre-existing genres.

Star Wars = space opera of the splashy Flash Gordon variety

Star Trek = crew on a mission (Star Trek: The Next Generation [+ 5 other series], Andromeda, Battlestar: Galactica [4 series], Buck Rogers In The 25th Century, Farscape, Firefly [+ movie], The Orville, Space Academy, Space Rangers, Space: Above And Beyond, plus more anime and syndicated shows than you can shake a stick at)

Superman = superheroes (nuff’ sed!)

Close Encounters / E.T. = cute aliens

Alien = not-so-cute aliens

Terminator = robots vs humans (and, yes, The Matrix movies fall into this category)

Escape From New York = urban post-apocalypse

Mad Max = vehicular post-apocalypse

Dawn Of The Dead = zombies

Mix and match ‘em and you’ve got a nearly limitless number of variations you know are based on proven popular concepts, none of that risky original stuff.

Small wonder that despite the huge number of new sci-fi films and programs available, little of it is memorable.

. . .

It shouldn’t be like this.

With ultra-cheap film making tools (there are theatrically released films shot on iPhones so there’s literally no barrier to entry) and copious venues for ultra-low / no-budget film makers to show their work (YouTube, Vimeo, Amazon Prime, etc.), there’s no excuse for there not to be a near limitless number of innovative films in all genres.

But there isn’t.

I watch a lot of independent features and short films on various channels and streaming services.

They’re either direct knock-offs of current big budget blockbusters (because often the film makers are hoping to impress the big studios into giving them lots of money to make one of their movies), or worse still, deliberately “bad” imitations of 1950s B-movies (and I get why there’s an appeal to do a bad version of a B-movie; if you screw up you can always say you did it deliberately).

Look, I understand the appeal of fan fic, written or filmed.

And I get it that sometimes it’s easier to do a knock-off where the conventions of the genre help with the final execution.

But let’s not make deliberate crap, okay?

Oscar Wilde is quoted as saying “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” but he was quoting somebody else, and that wasn’t the whole original quote.

Wilde was quoting Charles Caleb Colton, a dissolute English clergyman with a passion for gambling and a talent for bon mots.

Colton’s full quote: “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.”

Don’t be mediocre.

Be great.

#science fiction #sci-fi #1960s #1970s #movies #Bill Warren #Keep Watching The Skies

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aerospectrum · 4 months ago

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starter for @elementalartisan

Leaned back against the seat of one of the creaky old chairs lining the wall of the laundromat, Ben tilted himself back, balancing his weight on the back legs of the seat and stared with folded arms at the endless spin cycle of the machine in front of him.

His brows raised lazily and tired green eyes turned their attention towards the doorway to silently judge the new face intruding on his quiet solace. But recognition followed on his judgmental heels and a wide smile cracked apart his stormy demeanor. “Would you look at what the cat fuckin’ dragged in…” his tone drawled out in gruff content and he stood from the seat to his socked feet in the blink of an eye.

#elementalartisan #c; gabriel (gabe)#c; soldier boy (no one's the new me pal)#/I hope this is ok!#I went with the boys verse here but I can always change it to loki or anyone else if ya want!

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brat-in-a-teacup · 5 years ago

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Initiating the new recruit

NFSW, Really Really NSFW, No-Plot-Just-Smut, Obviously 18+!

This is for @covered-byroses 2500 followers seriously that is an amazing amount and this writer is amazingly good. The kink I chose was Gangbang.

Twink Steve (Pre-Serum), Howling Commandos,

A tiny smidge of dub/con, Alcohol,

Anal, A smidge of Bondage.

Bukkake, Gangbang,

6M x m, Language,

Word Count: 1672

“Private S. Rogers reporting for duty Sir!” Shouted Stevie standing to attention, saluting Colonel C. Phillips who did a double-take at the short wiry pale soldier standing before him. “Jesus Christ they really are scraping the bottom of the barrel now, they’ll be sending over broads next! Muttered Phillips who was staring down at the recruit in front of him. “Right go over to those trucks there they will take you to the Howling Commandos maybe they will have a use for you although I can’t imagine what,” Sighs the colonel with a resigned sigh and a dismissive wave. Stevie grins thanked the commander before running off to the trucks.

— Hours Later —

Stevie was nudged awake by the other soldier in the back of the truck, nodding his head in goodbye, Stevie stumbled as he jumped out falling to his feet, the truck backfired as it moved away causing Stevie to start coughing a familiar tickle starting in the back of his throat. Stevie grabbed his bag and rifle breathing deep trying to calm his breathing looking over at the small campfire surrounded by 6 hunched over figures finding a familiar handsome and dark-haired soldier in the middle of the group. Stevie rushes over calling out, “Bucky, Bucky hey pal”. Bucky hears the familiar voice and looks over his face breaking into a grin running over and grasping Stevie in a hug. “So Stevie, they finally let you in huh? Let me introduce you to the HC unit”. Bucky directs him towards the men surrounding the fire, drinking beers and sharing stories from before the war looking up as the Sargent brought over there newest recruit. Bucky points at a rosy-faced, bowler har wearing soldier, “Ok so this ugly guy here is Sergeant “Dum Dum Dugan, the fellow to his left is Private Morita, the guy next to him is Private Jones, the frog next to him is Private Dernier and then there’s this lad whose name is…” The blonde Englishman interrupted him turning to hold out his hand to hakes Stevie’s. “Good evening I’m Private James M Falsworth, a pleasure to meet you Sargent Barnes left out how handsome you are when describing you, come join us to have a beer” Private Falsworth patted the spot next to him. Stevie smiles shyly taking his place between Bucky and Falsworth. The night carries on smoothly beer flows and the men are merry, laughing and joking telling Stevie tales of battle against the Nazi Germans.

Stevie tried to keep up with the others beer for beer but ended up feeling his head was spinning and an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach stumbling to his feet, Stevie lurched to the treeline dropping to the floor heaving as he emptied the contents of his stomach.

Bucky hurried over with a canteen of water in his hand, soothing Stevie’s back as Stevie coughed and spluttered the last of the alcohol from his mouth.

“Hey pall here have some water sorry I forgot your such a lightweight, you ok?” asked Bucky palming the back of Stevie’s neck and hairline. Stevie nodded, kneeling back on his heels swilling his mouth out with water. “I… I’m ok Buck, sorry to embarrass you in front of your unit… “ Stevie looked ashamed but Bucky took him by the chin “no worries Stevie we know some ways to make up for it don’t we… how we were under the shit back at the apartment… hmm the gents are curious to know what you are like…” smiled Bucky a mischievous grin covering his face. Stevie blushed at the memories it was true him had been close and shared more than just an apartment but in public, they were just best of friends as close as brothers.

“I… dunno Bucky… the guys they seem like straight shooters…” stutters Stevie blushing looking to the floor becoming more flustered. “Hey Stevie there is a war on out here pleasure be it food, beer or of the flesh are hard to come by sometimes you have to create your own entertainment and it brings the unit closer together” explains the handsome brunette who was now stroking Stevie’s jaw.

“Come on I promise the guys will be gently, to begin with, and I will personally make sure you enjoy it… I’ve missed the taste of you Stevie…” coo’s Bucky.

Bucky leads over the smaller soldier hand in hand sitting down and pulling Stevie onto his lap one arm around his waist the other pulling Stevie’s head to the side kissing him his tongue swirling around Stevie’s mouth still tasting of beer.

The others moved over pulling Stevie into kisses with them each with a different style some harder more demanding, another softer like a woman’s touch, Steve felt himself harden against Bucky’s thigh humming into the kisses as the deepened becoming rougher more passionate.

The unit circle around Stevie taking turns to kiss and caress his cheek, his neck, his chest until Bucky started undoing Stevie’s shirt button by button the chilled autumn air invaded his skin making him shiver unexpectedly. Bucky took off the shirt showing the soldiers the pale flesh and they each grabbed and stroked, admiring its unblemished softness. Stevie feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations focused on holding onto Bucky’s lapels, kissing whoever he was pulled towards until Bucky pulled his hands behind his back, binding them together with a discarded tie another being placed around his eyes stealing his sight, Stevie’s anxiety and arousal heightened further. “Buck… Bucky…I don’t know…” Questioned Stevie his voice a squeak between kisses his lips redraw from stubble. “Shhh, trust me, Stevie, I will make sure you enjoy it I promise” smiled Bucky nodding towards the men as they quickly removed their clothes palming their already hard and quivering members. Stevie’s mouth was guided to one cock kissing the head before another took its place, then another slowly he took one in his mouth further and further until his nose was brushing the groin at the base. Stevie hummed and sucked just the way Bucky had taught him just before the war began before their worlds changed.

Suddenly he was pulled away and another cock was thrust into his mouth this one longer but not as wide still the tip pressed against the back of his throat he heard a long sigh he thought to belong to the Frenchman, Stevie started bobbing his head up and down hollowing his cheeks focusing on breathing through his nose. Stevie was helped to kneel and he guessed Bucky was undoing his pants his cock was hard and heavy and pressing uncomfortably against his khaki’s, it sprung forward to a cheer by the men around him praising his cock and his skills with his mouth. Stevie was pulled off the Frenchman’s cock and a thicker cock with raised veins entered his mouth filling it up, he was grasped by the head and the owner started fucking his face from the smell of cigar smoke and the grunting it was Dugan, Stevie felt there was nothing he could just hold on taking shallow breaths when he could. Just when he felt he was struggling for air he was released and felt a coolness by his arse and two fingers into him he groaned in surprise recognising Bucky’s talented fingers one hand grasping his cock the other working him open, Stevie squirmed on Bucky’s fingers when a third was introduced wanting to thrust his hips forward his cock pulsating with need. Just as he could bear it no more, Bucky pulled his fingers out and lowered Stevie onto his long and thick cock which was a specimen to behold. Bucky grunted at the tightness of Stevie’s hole tenderly allowing Stevie to adjust gently bringing his fist forward and back over his cock, Stevie was gasping and praising Bucky until his mouth was filled with another cock. Bucky made sure to keep Stevie just on the edge, his movements slow and measured steadying Stevie with a hand on his hip thrusting in and out of him. Stevie was drunk on endorphins begging for more cock with each change of soldier, Stevie begged Bucky to fuck him harder, faster allow him the release that he craved so near but so far from in control of his voice was hoarse by now, saliva streamed down his reddened face. “I think our Stevie boy here is ready to be baptised don’tcha boys, last one to cum this twink’s face does first watch” called out Dugan grunting with effort. Bucky also picked up his pace, hand and hips working in tandem that had Stevie moaning, nipples puckered pulling against his restraint incoherent to speak. The first spurted from Stevie’s left coating his cheek and part of his the next came from in front hot spunk shooting across his face, Stevie licked his lips tasting the man in front. Two appeared to cum at the same time coating his lips and hairline. The next came from Falsworth who came crying out and holding Stevie by the hair smearing his face with the cooling cum. Bucky was grunting his hips snapping against Stevie’s thighs Stevie bounced up and down his hair pulled to expose his thin neck, a hand around it causing Stevie to come, the sensation causing Bucky to come moments behind. Bucky pulled Stevie down grinding his hips, burying himself deep as Stevie bucked his cum spurting over Bucky’s shoulder.

The men laughed each giving Stevie a kiss, helping him off Bucky who pulled the smaller man close unbinding him, wiping his face until the cum had gone leaving a sleeping and cum drunk Stevie curled up under two overcoats Bucky curled up beside him whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “Hey, Buck?” whispered Stevie, “Yeah whatcha want? replied Bucky. Stevie gave a small sleepy chuckle “I wish they had let me in the army sooner after this evening…” Bucky smiled tenderness in his eyes “me too pal me too…”.

#covered-byroses #Marvel #Bucky #SteveRogers #TheHowlingCommandoes #lemons #NSFW

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bxcksdoll · 5 years ago

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Can I request a Steve one-shot, where he falls in love with Bucky's twin sister and vice versa? P.S. The reader gets taken by Hydra as well, and brainwashed into a lethal assassin.

“Steve...” a voice came from behind the captain. Bucky was stood hunched over, his hair pushed across his face. His stance was weaker, more frightened than he usually looked.

“Hey, Buck, is everything okay? You slept it longer than usual,” Steve asked, in a concerned manner.

“Um, no actually. I-er...” Bucky paused, unable to look Steve in the eye.

“You can tell me, Buck,” Steve carefully placed an arm on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

Bucky cleated his throat, glancing up at his friend timidly. “Well, I’m starting to recall more of my memories-”

“That’s great, Buck!” Steve interrupted. “I’m glad to hea-”

“Steve, that’s not a good thing. It’s not something to celebrate - just hear me out,” Bucky’s tone came out harsher than he meant. Steve nodded in acknowledgment, refraining from speaking another word. “I remember more about my time with Hydra,” Bucky continued, gulping, “my sister, Y/N, she was captured too. I only remember snippets of her but I know she was trained too - as an assassin. If I refused to comply they’d force me to watch her be beaten up or brain washed. Which makes me think she’s still there now.”

“Oh, Bucky,” Steve breathed, his heart pounding inside his chest. You were Bucky’s twin sister - you Steve and Bucky has grown up together on the streets of Brooklyn. During the war, you and Bucky had joined - and Steve soon after. You had worked as an undercover agent but had been reported captured shortly after Bucky had supposedly died. Steve had to accept both yours and your brother’s deaths but this news shocked every bone in his body.

Steve had always loved you. His feelings, after all these years, had never changed. Growing up, he had asked you out but you had always turned him down. Deep down you loved him in the same way he loved you but Bucky had always stopped you from expressing it. He forced you to keep your feelings to yourself and told you if you and Steve were ever to break up then things would never be the same between you all - at a young age, this was your worst nightmare.

“Are you sure you’re not just mixing up your distance past with your more recent one?” Steve asked, longing for this to not be true. Of course, he hoped you were alive but wished that you hadn’t been tortured like Bucky had for all these years.

“I know what I saw Steve!” Bucky grew angrier, utterly convinced he was right. Steve nodded silently, understanding his friends pain and anger. “How could I forget about her?! My own sister! I’m a monster...” he cried, letting his tears fall freely.

“Buck, don’t say that. You’re not a monster - it’s not your fault they brainwashed you and forced you to forget your past.”

“That’s not an excuse!” Bucky shouted, now sobbing quietly. “I left her there and I didn’t even realise.”

Steve brought Bucky to his side, embracing him tightly. “Don’t worry, Buck,” he assured him. “We’ll get her back. I promise you.”

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Bucky’s nerves were all over the place - he was never this anxious before a mission. He told himself that this was just like any other mission he’d been on. But he couldn’t escape the knowledge that it wasn’t true. He sat alone, beside the quinjet.

“Buck,” Steve called from the ship. “You ready, pal?”

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to look at his friend, his eyes fixed on the cold, hard floor before him.

Steve leaned on the metal pole that connected the floor of the ship to the ground. His muscles were tense, adrenaline already coasting through them. The muscles in his back twitched slightly; no matter how hard he tried to calm his nerves, it was useless.

Then, with a start, Bucky got up, pacing over to the ship. Steve stepped back to let the determined man through. They both settled on the ship, preparing for take off.

Accompanying the two super-soldiers was Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson - the two people they trusted the most. Steve felt that if they told Tony or anyone else about their goal in this mission they would be stopped - or worse, they might get you back safely but then might get arrested by government officials. They couldn’t risk that happening. And so the mission was kept a secret.

Months ago, Tony had tracked down the Hydra base where Bucky had been kept - the suspected place where you would be held. Tony had refused to give anyone else the location of the base after the accords took place but Natasha uncovered them. Nothing escaped Natasha’s knowledge.

As the team landed at the location, they devised a strategy plan: how they would enter, which areas they would cover - nothing they weren’t used to. They planned throughly, not leaving any gaps or possible faults. They couldn’t jeopardise this mission - Bucky and Steve would never be able to forgive themselves if they did.

However, entering the building without being caught was easier than Steve had thought. He assumed that the place would be heavily guarded but, to his surprise, it wasn’t. Natasha suggested that they lacked security to keep a low-profile. To hide in plane sight.

The team split up, covering each part of the building, across many empty floors. Steve wandered through the dark halls of the - what seemed to be - abandoned building, his memories of you circling his mind. These memories caused his focus to become skewered. He needed his mind clear but was utterly unable to allow it to be.

“Don’t worry, Stevie,” your past words echoed in his mind. “I’m sure you’ll eventually join the army...anyway you don’t have to be a soldier to prove your worth. I recognise your value even if others don’t.” Steve recalled that memory vividly - the first time he ever tried to sign up for the US Army. You had been there to comfort him when he was down. He still remembered the blue dress you were wearing. Your y/h/c hair tied in a neat bun. The smell of your calming perfume-

“Two agents are on my floor. I repeat: two agents on floor -1,” the voice of Natasha brought Steve away from his thoughts.

“Floor -1?! There’s a basement?” Sam came through Steve’s ear piece.

“I’m glad to see you did your homework on the place, Wilson. Next time pay more attention, okay?” Natasha mocked.

“Romanoff, do you need backup?” Steve questioned, making his way to the nearest staircase.

“Relax, Rogers. I’m a big girl - I can handle myself,” she mumbled, continued by some grunting and smacking sounds. “See?” she breathed, a couple of seconds later, “they’re no longer a problem. Moments later shouts in Russian sounded through Steve’s earpiece.

“Romanoff, what was that?” Steve demanded, now running for the exist to the staircase.

“Okay, now might be a good time to ask for backup,” she gave in, continuing with grunts and sounds of physical contact.

“I’m on my way too,” Bucky responded.

“Me too,” Sam agreed.

As the three men reached Natasha, they witnessed before them a pile of about 10 unconscious bodies that lay circling her.

“Right on time,” she sighed, catching her breath.

“At least they’re not a problem now,” Sam raised his eyebrows.

“These ones aren’t a problem but I heard them contacting others. We’ll have company soon enough,” Natasha pushed past the men and swung the door open to one of the staircases. “Come on, boys, we don’t have all day.” The men followed her, like helpless children.

As they made their way down the staircase, Bucky’s mind began to flash with thoughts, ideas, memories. “S-steve,” he breathed, supporting himself against a wall, in shock.

“What is it, Bucky?” Steve rushed to his friends side, concern in his eyes.

“I remember this staircase - I-I was retrained on it once. I-I attacked a bunch of agents and-oh god. She was there...we-we fought together...” his eyes searched across the stairs, searching for more memories. “I think I know where she is. Where she was always held. They never changed her holding place...maybe they still haven’t.”

Steve’s eyes changed from a look of concern to one of pride and relief. “Show us.”

Without another thought, Bucky charged down the stairs. The others followed, struggling to keep up with the sudden adrenaline pumped through the super-soldier. Finally, reaching the -4th floor, Bucky swung the entrance door open and paced down the hall to the suspected room. At this point, he didn’t care if anyone heard him - he only wished to see his sister.

He stopped, suddenly, at the door before him. Unable to make the next move. Steve approached him, staying close to his side. Without a word exchanged between them, Steve pressed down the door handle which opened into the daunting room. Both men stepped in, taking in their surroundings with caution. The room was empty. Not a soul in sight. The team stepped further into the room, unable to make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky spoke, “where else would she be?” He sounded defeated, utterly hopeless.

Suddenly, a horrendous sound came from behind Sam as he was knocked unconscious against the cold, concrete floor. Natasha was the first to swerve around, her wrist blocking the contact of someone’s fist. Looking beyond the block, she saw an emotionless, brooding women standing before her.

“Y/N,” Steve and Bucky gasped together.

Your eyes snapped up at the sound of this. For a moment, there was a look of confusion in your features as though that name was familiar to you. Then, you shook the feeling away and forced your other fist towards Natasha’s head. Natasha ducked, sliding to sweep her feet under yours. However, her plan backfired as you dodged her by jumping over them, coming crashing down on top of Natasha’s body.

“Y/N, stop this!” Steve shouted, grabbing your body and pulling you from Natasha. You surprised him by grabbing his neck from behind you and flipping yourself from his grasp. Steve stood speechless, uncertain how to stop you. “Y/N,” Steve said, quietly. “You need to calm down - we just want to talk, okay? That’s all we came to do. I promise.”

Something inside you clicked. Every time you heard that name, your body tensed up and you stopped in your tracks. “W-what?” you spluttered, your left eye twitching.

“Y/N,” this time Bucky spoke, slowly stepping towards you. “It’s me, Bucky. I’m your brother, remember?” Your eyes went wide, blinking furiously. “You’re Y/N Barnes. You were born in Brooklyn, New York. This is Steve Rogers - you remember him? Us three were best friends but he was so much more. You loved him,” Bucky nodded, stepping further forward. Steve’s heart pounded at Bucky’s words. He never would have dreamed you had feelings for him.

“No,” you replied, shaking your head.

“It’s true, I promise. Except, Steve looks completely different than he used to. You probably remember him as a small skinny kid, huh?” Bucky’s voice was calm, he masked his desperation and nerves perfectly.

“No, no, no,” you repeated, unable to accept this truth.

“Y/N,” Steve began approaching you, dispute the potential violence you could commit. “Y/N, it’s me. I’ve missed you so much, doll.” Your mouth parted at his nickname for you. He had always called you that. Always. “Please,” tears began to form in his eyes, “please understand that it’s us. We’re not here to hurt you. We’re here to rescue you.” At this point, Steve was directly in front of you. You allowed him to reach you, a familiar feeling accepting his approach to you.

“S-steve?” you finally replied, stepping forward.

“Hey, doll,” he laughed, a tear rolling down his cheek. “You remember me?”

“Y-yes, I do,” tears were forming in your own eyes now. “B-Bucky?” you looked to your brother.

“Oh, Y/N!” Bucky gleamed, rushing over to your side and embracing you in a hug. You returned the gesture, memories beginning to floor back.

After Bucky let go of you, Steve places his arms around you. He brought you to his chest, clutching you tight. His lips forcefully kissed the top of your head as his warm tears ran down your forehead.

“I thought I’d lost you forever,” he mumbled. “I never got to tell you how much I love you.”

Your heart, after about 70 years, finally felt that familiar warmth in your chest. You had always loved Steve with your whole heart and soul. Knowing the feeling was mutual was what you had been searching for all these years.

“I love you so much Steve,” you mumbled into his chest, as he held you in his arms for the first time in decades.

Tag list: @xmarveled

A/N: Here’s a lil one shot in honour of Steve Roger’s birthday!! Ilhsm in case anyone didn’t know lmao <3333

#niv’s mind #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers imagine #marvel #steve rogers #marvel imagine #avengers x reader

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640-642: "Explore! Fairies' Island - Green Bit!", "The Unknown World! The Tontatta Kingdom!" and "The Stratagem of the Century! Doflamingo Makes His Move!"

Doflamingo using Fake News before it was cool.

Watched three episodes to make up for not posting on Saturday. Damn, am I glad I watched up to 642. The reveal of the Tontatta people and what Violet was up to *did* move the plot along. But Doflamingo is the centre of trouble and strife. When he shows up, you know it’s about to get real.

And boy, Doflamingo really is a proper joker, isn’t he? Just loves to play little tricks on people. Little tricks like taking control of the press and releasing fake news just so you can murder another pirate.

Such a prankster!

Zoro Ages 40 Years Through Confusion and Stress

Before I get to the Main Event, gotta update on Franky and Sol, plus Zoro and his new pal Wicka!

In Zoro’s storyline, the action kicked in with him dashing about Acacia Port Town, seemingly yelling and muttering to himself. A small child was scared. His mother advised him to not look Zoro in the eye.

Meanwhile, somewhere about Zoro’s person, a small voice ordered, “Get to Flower Field already!”

Ah, thought I. Zoro has teamed up with the thieving little fairy from earlier.

Sure enough, a flashback confirmed it, along with another tasty nugget of news that tied Zoro’s story neatly into the main plot.

After the sack of stolen stuff whacked Zoro on the head, Zoro spotted the little thief. The game was up. Tiny thief introduced himself as Wicka. He belonged to the Tontatta Tribe’s scouting unit and he was freaking out about Zoro - a Big Human - having seen him. Of course, Wicka couldn’t share any information - apart the fact he was supposed to report to his chief that the Donquixote Family were about to destroy the Strawhat Pirates’ ship.

Obviously, Zoro was interested in this development. He was about to haul ass back to Sunny but, alas, his faulty GPS kicked in. (He is the only one who hasn’t left Acacia Port yet, lmao). As Wicka had broken his ankle in the fall, he offered to guide Zoro back to shore in exchange for a ride to a place called Flower Field.

Turns out the Tontatta People have a conflict with the Donquixote Family too, though Wicka wouldn’t spill the details. (I’m still thinking a lot of them are being forced to work in the Smile factory.)

As for Franky and Sol, they are heading the same way, funnily enough. (Maybe Flower Field is the headquarters for the Resistance.) On the way, Rebecca spotted them from a Colosseum window. She shouted after Sol, who acted pretty weird about the whole thing. Pretty much was like, “Oh, so you entered the competition even though I told you not to. Okay.”

There is obviously a crap ton of history between these two because Rebecca cried and shouted back, “I’ll win so we can live together!”

Sol was all surly about it. “A warrior who cries will not easily win,” and rode away on Franky. Then, when he was safely out of earshot, he told Franky how he had something he wanted to protect and that he could not shed tears from his tin eyes.

Gotta say, I’m getting weird vibes from this relationship.

Ceci N’Est Pas Une Punch

As for Luffy Lucy, the Block C battle is officially underway! I was super hyped to see this fight but the action kept cutting away from it. Now the Feathered One has flapped onto the stage, he’s hogged the spotlight and some of the hype has worn off.

Still, that whole sequence of Luffy winding up Gomu Gomu stretchy punches and declaring, “That was a normal punch. Oh, that one? That was a normal kick. A completely normal kick.” Even after several fellow competitors observed, “Hey, that guy’s arm stretched. Isn’t that exactly like that Strawhat Luffy guy’s power?”

No.

No it wasn’t.

It was just a normal, run of the mill stretchy punch.

Do not listen to Cavendish who is being manhandled from the area shrieking “I’LL KILL YOU, STRAWHAT!” at the top of his lungs. Do not listen to Don Chinjao, who is stomping about, growling about murdering Garp’s grandson every five seconds.

All trickery and lies.

And speaking of...

You Just Lost the Circle Game

Ah, I am so glad Sanji’s little subplot has merged into the main plot. It had begun to border on unwatchable. I breathed a sigh of relief when Violet turned the tables last episode. I thought she might even be a CP0 member in disguise, seeking to shackle Sanji and trade him for Luffy.

Nope.

It’s less complicated than that.

It turned out Violet was an assassin hired by Doflamingo to prey on Sanji’s weakness for women. The chuckling thugs surrounding her laughed it up. This guy is worth 70 million and he was fooled by Violet’s act? What a dumbass.

She shit-talked Sanji for about five seconds. “Did you really think a guy like you could win my heart? How funny!”

This was before she unveiled her Glare Glare fruit power which allows her to see into people’s minds (legit amazingly useful power, to be fair). She asked Sanji some Important Questions. Why had Strawhat and Trafalgar Law become allies? What brought them to Dressrosa besides the business at Green Bit? What was their ultimate plan? What were they up to?

But inside Sanji’s mind, all she saw was PINK PINK PINK. Which, I am guessing, means Sanji’s head was filled with nothing else but thoughts of LADIEZ. (Bit of a disservice to Sanji, but okay.)

Understandably, Violet was freaked out. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking of you,” Sanji answered. “The way you looked at me in that moment, I knew you were telling me the truth when you asked me to kill someone for you. I believe in women’s tears!”

I blinked and reached for my sick bucket.

Amazingly, Sanji’s charm worked on Violet. Not only did she turn on the hired thugs, she also ran away with Sanji and let him peer into her mind to discover the trap Doflamingo had laid for Trafalgar Law.

Very generous. Sanji, I take it all back. You are a smooth operator, after all.

Little People: The Only Thing That Has Legit Scared Robin Since Enies Lobby

Back at Green Bit, Usopp was having flashbacks to Bowin Island and Caesar was shrieking for Doflamingo. Law basically told him to hold his horses because they had a bit of walking to do first. Caesar would be handed over at 3pm at a further distant point of beach.

Then Usopp’s keen sharpshooter’s eye spotted an ominous object. A Marine ship grounded on the bay, snarled in a plant’s grip. Robin concluded the cuts that freed the ship from the plant were fresh and that the ship hadn’t sustained much damage.

Ruh roh. That meant the Marines were on Green Bit.

Caesar freaked out. He was a wanted man with a sky-high bounty and a list of crimes that would make Magellan’s hair curl. Now Doflamingo had resigned from the Shichibukai, there was no law protecting Caesar anymore. If he was left on Green Bit, cuffed and defenceless, they’d arrest him! “THIS IS HELL!” he wailed. “I’M DOOMED!”

While Usopp hissed at Caesar to stfu, Robin side-eyed Law. “Why are the Marines here? You look like you’re hiding something, Law?”

Law claimed it was a coincidence. How could he control the Marines? (Though the flashback to his chat with Smoker when he admitted he was headed for Green Bit says otherwise. Not control. More a subtle manipulation.) Still not sure how much of the Marine presence here is Law’s or Doflamingo’s doing. I’m thinking Doflamingo’s to be honest. Maybe Law expected Smoker and found Fujitora instead? More on that later, though.

At any rate, Law set up a recon plan. Robin and Usopp would scout the area, searching for Marines. He would walk to the handover point with Caesar.

Robin and Usopp saw some shit in that forest, let me tell you.

A gang of fodder Marines fell victim to some of Wicka’s fellow tribespeople. A spokesperson called Leo demanded to know if the Marines were good or bad people.

“We are Marine soldiers! We protect people!”

But when they would not hand over their weapons, the Tontatta fighters stripped the Marines almost butt-naked (they left the underpants for their cousins, the Underpants Gnomes).

A similar thing happened to Robin. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small, shadowy figure retreating with stolen clobber in hand. She set a mille fleurs and caught a very angry little dude. She did try to ask him if they had robbed the Marines, but the Angry Little Dude’s friends returned with anaesthetic slingshot ammo.

The next thing, there are a few shots of shadowy stitches and Robin stirs awake to find lots of Tontatta people slithering about under her clothes (kinda creepy) and going through her stuff. Notebook, candy, den den mushi. Oh yeah, and her body was stitched to the ground by Leo.

Luckily, Robin is the kind of person who can stay calm in trying situations. She kept her cool and asked questions. Where was she? Was Usopp okay? Had they grown all the massive plants on the island?

The answers were that she was in the Tontatta Kingdom, they had captured Usopp and he was fine and, yes, the plants were their doing and there is no plant they cannot grow.

Robin figured she could easily escape with her DF power but that she had to be careful not to cause a stir. When they asked her why she had kidnapped one of their own people, Robin answered she had caught him out curiosity. That was it. She hadn’t meant any harm and she would never tell anyone she had seen them.

“LOL, OKAY,” Leo said. “YOU CAN GO. HERE ARE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS EXCEPT THE DDM WHICH WE RELEASED INTO THE WILD.”

That was funny.

It was all going well, until Robin discovered she only had two minutes to meet with Law at the handover point. She made to leave but the Tontatta people were like, “NO. NO ONE LEAVES. GIVE US YOUR WEAPON.” (What is it with them and weapons? Are they planning to go to war with the Donquixote family? They’ll get their tiny asses handed to them.)

They were about to strip Robin, but another Tontatta random ran up, saying not to harm Robin. That she was the partner of the Legendary Hero! The Big Human who had come to save them all!

Yes, I thought! The Legendary Hero? There’s only one person that could be. Usopp’s bullshitting skills have come through!

Law Falls for Doflamingo’s Fake News

For that reason, Robin and Usopp didn’t make the the handover on time.

Well, Robin did.

Sort of. The usefulness of her Devil Fruit power has climbed a few notches. Remember she showed she could clone herself in Fishman Island? Turns out she can do this long-distance too. Even though she is underground with the Tontatta people, she was still able to send a message to Law.

Unfortunately, Robin’s clone arrived just as Sanji’s Bad News did.

While Law and Caesar were standing on shore like they were waiting for Godot, Law’s DDM rang. It was Sanji with the best damned plot twist.

“You’ve gotta get out of there! Doflamingo didn’t resign from the Shichibukai. Even if you hand over Caesar to him, there is no trade!”

Law was shook. “Wait, that doesn’t make sense--”

“We’ve been doublecrossed!” Sanji shouted. And told Law everything Violet had shown him. The flashbacks revealed something very interesting. The crowd below Doflamingo’s rooms, begging him not to abdicate, were assuaged when CP0 turned up and told them the newspaper reports were “a mistake. Just a false report. We will let the world know through an extra edition of the Coo News at 3pm. You mustn’t tell anyone until then.”

3pm, eh? Convenient timing on Doflamingo’s part. Now the residents of Dressrosa being awfully calm for a nation whose king has just abdicated makes a ton of sense.

But the news came too late for Law. Out of the trees, Admiral Fujitora marched with his men. Fujitora did not seem pleased to have been fooled by the false report. The jury is out on how much Akainu really knows, but he is going to talk with the Gorosei at Mariejois (that’ll be an interesting conversation). Right now, Fujitora is still following orders to be there at the handover point.

Law realised he was screwed.

“You’re the new Admiral, aren’t you?” he said.

Then Doflamingo flapped down.

In his shrieking enthusiasm, Caesar almost ruptured something internal. “JOKERRRRRRRRRRR!”

But Doflamingo only had eyes for Law. (Murder eyes. I cannot stress the murder part enough.)

“Hey, Law. Well done! I didn’t expect to see a Marine Admiral here. Since I’m no longer Warlord, I’m scared as hell.”

Now I think about it... maybe Law had deliberately led the Marines to Green Bit under the mistaken assumption Doflamingo really had resigned. If everything had gone as Law had planned, the Marines would have rocked up, arrested Doflamingo and Caesar and Kaidou’s supply of Smiles would have dried up.

But it didn’t work out like that.

“Liar!” Law growled. “Answer me, Doflamingo! You used the authority of the World Government to fool the whole world only to deceive ten people? How?”

“Often the more spectacular the magic, the simpler the trick,” Doflamingo replied, giving nothing away damn it. “People usually have a stereotypical idea or assumption like, ‘that’s ridiculous!’ and that’s what causes a blind spot.”

He was clearly referring to Law here. Law had assumed there was no way Doflamingo had the power to pull such a massive, world-scale trick. I mean, CP0 have been drafted in here. They report directly to the World Government. Doflamingo has some hefty connections. There is no denying it at this point.

“Nobody can really do such a thing, even if he hatched some scheme. You’re a pirate!” Law seethed. “Even if you’re a Shichibukai and a king you don’t have the power to spread a lie over the world! The only people who have the power to do such a ridiculous thing are the Celestial Dragons--”

Law’s words caught in this throat. He remembered what Vergo had said to him at Punk Hazard: “You don’t know Joker’s past and that will cost you your life.”

My jaw dropped. SURELY NOT??? Was Doflamingo a Celestial Dragon?

Even Law thought the same as me. “Don’t tell me you’re--”

Doflamingo, cagey as always, said only, “It’s a bit more complicated that that. But I have only one purpose here, Law. I just want to kill you.”

Dem veins, man.

Vein’s a-poppin’

I hope Law has some tricks up his sleeve because he is caught between an Admiral and Doflamingo. It ain’t looking good for him right now.

Should’ve checked Snopes, Law. Verifying fake news is super important, man.

Pan’s Labyrinth? Is that you?

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Mods’ Reads: December 2018

Here’s the list of everything the Mods have read this past month!

Mod Blue

Red Right Hand* by littleblackfox (complete | 71,532 | M) *graphic violence

"Steven,” Erskine says, his expression shifting from kindly to something sharper. “Make no mistake, there are things that go bump in the night. And we are the things who bump back.”

In 1943 Johann Schmidt attempts to open a portal to the nine realms to raise a demonic army against the Allied Forces. His efforts are thwarted by Abraham Erskine and the Howling Commandos, but not before something comes through - a child. A demon child, his body flame-red but for his silver left arm. Seventy years later Steve Rogers, still reeling from an encounter with a Djinn, is offered a job with the mysterious SSR, and comes face to face with the legendary Hellboy.

If You Ever Did Believe by wearing_tearing (oneshot | 33,192 | M)

Bucky Barnes will never die of a broken heart. The spell he cast at thirteen, in between white petals and whispered words of magic, makes sure of that.

But then Bucky murders someone, conspires with his sister to hide the body, and meets Steve Rogers.

Untitled Bullshit by hakunahistata, Izulkowa (complete | 16,678 | T)

“Date?” Steve smiles.

“Yeah, you an’ me. Dinner and a movie, or we could always skip straight to the fun stuff. I’m easy.”

Steve shakes his head with a small laugh. “Think you have the wrong idea, pal.”

“One of these days I’m gonna convince you that it’s me who has the right idea.” Bucky says, just like he does every appointment.

***

After an injury leaves Bucky Barnes armless, jobless, and back at his parent’s house, he meets his physical therapist, Steve Rogers. It’s not the best timing but it’s certainly not the worst.

The Courage In Silence Speaks Of Love* by Menatiera, Tsuminoaru (complete | 65,135 | M) *graphic violence

"Steve was used to weird things. He was used to mundane things too. What he wasn’t used to, however, was waking up at the crack of dawn to find an unconscious man in his backyard, clearly the reason behind the alarms being triggered."

Life isn't particularly exciting for an expelled Summer Knight in the human world, years after his mortal love died of old age. So he's a little surprised when his old world comes knocking on his door in the form of a wounded, masked and voiceless fey.

Turns out, the new visitor has a past, too, and when it catches up with them, the Summer Knight's life is going to get interesting again.

Unfortunately, among the Sidhe, interesting almost always means dangerous. To them, and to those who they want to protect as well.

it won't be a stylish marriage by mambo (oneshot | 1,546 | G)

Steve wants to propose.

But he's a little shy.

In My Cold Arms by alby_mangroves, coldwinterrose (Eris13), maichan (complete | 35,656 | E)

After James’ rescue in 1991, he felt like he’d built a pretty good, if slightly lonely, life for himself. He had a beautiful cabin in the woods, his cats for company, and his woodworking and knitting to keep him busy. One day though, he gets a phone call that could change everything.

When Steve woke to an unexpected and shocking future, he was at a loss for what to do with himself. There were no more wars to fight, and no home to go back to. He struggled to figure out who he is in this new world; until he finds that maybe he didn’t lose as much as he first thought.

Part 2 of blessed be the boys time can't capture

At Sixes and Sevens by Speranza (oneshot | 2,938 | M)

Part 13 of 4 Minute Window

Hearts Like Ours by FindingFrancis, wearing_tearing (complete | 100,590 | E)

“You’re kind of a weird one, aren’t you?”

Bucky gasps, all mock-offense. “We’re rolling with the insults today, aren’t we?”

Steve flushes again, shoulders tight. “Sorry. Just… Sorry.”

Bucky’s expression softens, and he goes with his gut as he reaches a hand out, fingers grazing the back of Steve’s hand on the table. Steve’s skin is warm, just as Bucky thought it would be. “It’s okay. It’s actually kind of nice knowing you can match my level of asshole.”

Today, of all days, is the day Bucky is going to meet the love of his life. Imagine his surprise when it turns out to be Captain America. Or: The Adventures of Bucky Barnes, the Shitty Psychic.

Lovecraft in Brooklyn* by littleblackfox (complete | 20,562 | E) *graphic violence

Bucky shrugs. “My brothers wish me dead. But I have claimed this world as mine, and should any dare approach I will slaughter them, and their progeny.” “Oh,” Steve says weakly. “Well, it’s tough coming from a large family.”

Part 1 of Lovecraft in Brooklyn

We Are Salmon in the Stream After Years At Sea* by littleblackfox (complete | 18,218 | E) *graphic violence

Steve sighs. “This creepy looking hobo cornered me in the store, spouting some shit about congress with an abomination.” Bucky bares his teeth. All of them. Even Steve finds it unsettling. “I will devour him.” “No!” Steve waves a finger under Bucky’s nose. “No eating people, remember.” “Rule number one,” Bucky grumbles. “No eating humans, or human-like things.” He gives Steve a sullen glare. “I will rend his foul tongue from his worthless form.” “Well, so long as you don’t eat it afterwards.”

Part 2 of Lovecraft in Brooklyn

sun falls moon lights by silentwalrus (oneshot | 1,726 | G)

'Tis the season.

Part 3 of Bucky Barnes Gets His Groove Back & Other International Incidents

back seat drive by silentwalrus (oneshot | 9,683 | E) (reread)

Bucky wants a car. Bucky gets a car. Now Bucky wants to blow Steve while he’s driving the car. It’s awful, how Steve just keeps giving him what he wants.

Part 1 of ridin'

under the hood by silentwalrus (oneshot | 17,007 | E)

Steve continues his terrible campaign of giving Bucky things. Bucky continues various terrible campaigns of his own.

Part 2 of ridin'

No Sacrifice Required* by cleo4u2, xantissa (oneshot | 8,722 | E) *graphic violence

Tentacle Gods: do not mix with Hydra.

Part 1 of Consentacles: Adventures of an Elder God

Tentacles in Love by cleo4u2, xantissa (oneshot | 10,119 | E)

No matter how Clint looked at it, the guy visiting Disneyland and window shopping while eating ice cream could not be the Winter Soldier, much less the reason for the trail of murder and mayhem he and Natasha were following. It couldn’t be the pretty, not-all-there companion either. But someone was leaving Hydra bodies, half-eaten and crushed, all along the Pacific seaboard. Someone who happened to be where the Winter Soldier and his pretty blond friend happened to be.

Part 2 of Consentacles: Adventures of an Elder God

Common Revelations and Other Catastrophes by maikurosaki, Stucky1980 (complete | 29,118 | E)

In retrospect, the moment it dawned on Bucky that he might be in love with his best friend wasn't really a big deal. In fact, as far as epiphanies went, this one was actually kind of underwhelming. Maybe Bucky had lived his whole life with the misconception that an epiphany was supposed to change him forever and doom him to a permanent state of revelation that would make him see clearly the pathway of his life.

What a bunch of crap!

Starlight* by Hopeless--Geek (wuzzy90), littleblackfox (complete | 50,707 | M) *graphic violence

There is no time. No time to process, no time to grieve. Steve pushes the horror, the guilt, down into the pit of his stomach, a lead weight that would crush him if he allowed it. The noise from the array distorts, changing in frequency as the light flares up, painfully bright. Steve turns away, shielding his eyes, and sees the Borg on the walkway before him move stiffly, its head still bowed. It slowly rises, lifting its head. The red laser sighted by its right eye strobes across Steve’s face as it turns towards him. It was human, once. It’s eyes a shade of blue that Steve hasn’t seen in half a lifetime.

I know you.

Hold My Hand Along The Shore by littleblackfox (oneshot | 5,284 | G)

So there were these two guys. They had never met, never spoken to each other, but one day one of them wrote a letter. If you held my hand, I would feel it.

Check, Mate? by talkplaylove-art (talkplaylove), wearing_tearing (oneshot | 1,938 | T)

A notification from Check, Mate? blinks back at him. Steve’s heart speeds up when he opens the app and then his face breaks into a blinding grin when sees what’s waiting for him.

James likes him back.

Part 1 of endgame

Part 5 of Happy Steve Bingo

Just About Half-Past Ten by rohkeutta (oneshot | 1,979 | T)

But as he reaches Madison Avenue, Stark Tower a mere block away, the skies open with a whoosh, and he barely manages to duck under the construction scaffolding perched over the sidewalk. Thunder rumbles overhead, and Bucky frantically checks every compartment of his bag for an umbrella he knowsis there.

It’s not. He does find some loose glitter, though, and a lipstick he wore for Pride and had thought he’d lost, plus a spare Metro Card he can’t remember buying.

He also gets a crystal clear flashback of leaving the umbrella under his desk to dry yesterday morning, and never picking it up again.

Leave Those Umbrellas At Home by rohkeutta (oneshot | 2,441 | T)

Bucky watches the watery snow come down and thinks about it, his mood deflating steadily. He imagines Steve going home the next morning, sitting down at his desk and opening his Super-Secret Sexcapade Journal and writing Bucky’s name in next to a carefully-thought Preparation & Performance Grade.

B+ for the effort to look nice naked, C- for being embarrassingly vanilla and wanting to do it face-to-face so he could scritch his fingers through Steve’s beard and hair. Not worth a repetition. Kinky Grade: F.

Bucky’s being uncharitable and he knows it, but Hangry Barnes can be a sad sack of shit when he wants to.

Get Scrooged by alby_mangroves, leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (complete | 19,765 | T)

You'll be haunted by three spirits. The first is gonna come tomorrow when the bell tolls one. That's in the morning. The second's gonna come the next day at the same time, and the third, same again.

Bucky was keeping his head down in his tiny apartment in Bucharest, because that's what you did when you were a former brainwashed assassin and never knew who might be coming after you. You kept your head down, you didn't draw attention, and you tried real hard not to think about what you'd done, all while trying to piece together your fractured memory.

But it doesn't matter how down you keep your head—once the Bureau of Christmas Spirit has you in its sights, you're getting a visit from the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come. No appeal, no review, and you can't lock the doors and pretend you're not home.

Luckily for Bucky his Ghosts have their own agenda, but whatever happens...someone's getting Scrooged.

buachaill sciobail by silentwalrus (complete | 5,271 | not rated)

“Okay,” Sam says. “Okay. Alright. O-kay. I just, I gotta say, man, when you told me ‘Bucky is a selkie’ this is not... really…. what I... imagined.” “What did you imagine?” Steve says. Across his lap - or rather covering his entire body from the waist down - the eight hundred pound tube of blubber that is J.B. Barnes blows a snot bubble.

Part 1 of barnacle boy

teach your man to fish by silentwalrus (oneshot | 12,835 | T)

Bucky doesn’t deign to stay in Stark Tower for much longer than it takes to completely clean out the kitchens’ fish supply. After slurping down the last oyster and sneering in disgust at the contents of the walk-in freezer, Bucky turns to Steve, pelt over his shoulder, and says, “Where do you live?”

Podfic available by the magnificent Quietnight!

Part 2 of barnacle boy

where the dread fern grows by silentwalrus (oneshot | 6,684 | G)

Sam's gotta buy a wedding present, and nothing but elf booze will do.

Part 1 of a greenhouse in brooklyn

march of the pumpkins by silentwalrus (oneshot | 2,380 | G)

Halloween in Brooklyn, bog witch style.

Part 2 of a greenhouse in brooklyn

Scenes From A Marriage: Mailbag by Speranza (complete | 17,908 | not rated)

This is the 4 Minute Window Advent calendar for 2018! As always, my goal is to tell a little bit of story each day (knock wood) between the Immaculate Conception and Christmas. Explicit eventually, the rest as it comes. This year's story features letters written, in world, to Captain America. If you want to write a letter to Cap, drop it in the comments or email me and I might use it (but no promises, because this is a terrifying tightwire act as it is.) Also feel free to request things you want to see and I'll see what I can do. Hope you enjoy: buckle up!

Part 14 of 4 Minute Window

Wrecks My Nerves by castiowl (complete | 48,344 | E)

Honestly, all Bucky wants to do is win Hell's Kitchen so he can get out of his shitty apartment and be happy for once in his life, but then Steve is there and he's awful and wonderful and terrible and ruining everything. It's the Avengers: Hell's Kitchen!

The Big American Family Cooking Showdown by dearlydraupadi (complete | 11,066 | G)

Steve Rogers is a cameraman for the Big American Family Cooking Showdown. Bucky Barnes is a contestant along with his mother and sister. Steve Rogers can't stop filming Bucky Barnes' beautiful face. It's not long before the rest of the crew is getting annoyed, Bucky is getting a clue, and Steve is getting embarrassed. Welcome to the Big American Family Cooking Showdown!

Art for Art's Sake by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (oneshot | 4,101 | T)

“But Professor Barnes is more fun,” Steve said, smiling wickedly, pressing the tip of one long finger to Bucky’s chest. Bucky’s brain flatlined at the contact, left him blinking down at Steve. Steve watched him for a bit, then his smile softened and he let his hand fall. “James, then. And you can explain what’s so fascinating about the painting.”

Bucky pulled himself together with an effort. “I think the artist who painted this was having some fun. Maybe he didn’t like the guy he was painting it for?” Steve looked at him sharply. Bucky didn’t quite know why, maybe he'd made some sort of art faux pas, but he pointed at the shadowy spot with the pigs. “Here. You can tell me if I’m imagining it.”

Steve leaned in, following the line of Bucky’s finger, one hand settling gracefully onto Bucky’s bicep for balance. His hand was warm, his long fingers strong and supple as they curled slightly, and Bucky swallowed hard and called himself nine kinds of idiot. He was a grown man, not some high school kid with a crush. Steve’s hand was on his arm, not anywhere interesting. This was stupid.

His suddenly racing heart seemed determined to ignore the message.

no matter how long the day is (i'll come home to you) by alby_mangroves, talkplaylove (oneshot | 27,769 | T)

Steve’s spent an hour along Portobello Road before he sees the paparazzi on the left side of the street, trying to be inconspicuous by a street lamp. He crosses the street and ducks into the first store he sees, tucked behind a screaming red door and under a blue and white striped awning.

He listens, feet planted in front of the door, shoulders tense, as he looks around the shop. Row upon row of books are on the shelves in front of him, the wood creaking under their weight. Behind the counter is a dark haired man wearing a jacket, elbow on the table, stubbled chin on one hand, gloved left hand flipping the pages of a book.

No one follows Steve in.

Or, the one where Captain America travels the world, learns how to be Steve Rogers again, and meets Bucky Barnes along the way. Also: the one where two old souls fall in love over young adult books, long distance calls, and texting at strange hours of the day.

The Heart of a Dying Star by layersofart (layersofsilence), velleities (complete | 38,200 | E)

As ancient legends have it, mighty magical weapons can be forged in the heart of a dying star.

Wanda, driven by her desire to avenge her brother’s death and backed by Hydra and their secret plans, uses ancient magic to knock a star down from the sky.

Halfway across the land, Steve, the Captain of the Avengers Guard, finds a fallen star named Bucky.

Mod Julia

Steve Rogers and the minefields of social media by cpt_winniethepooh (oneshot | 1,795 | T)

Steve gets a Twitter account, then an Instagram one, then he gets Bucky back, too.

Kissin' by the mistletoe (Love came to stay) by obsessivereader (oneshot | 4,949 | E)

“I told you,” Steve wheezes, as he tries to catch his breath. “Didn’t I fucking tell you we'd fall if you didn't quit pushing?”

He’d laugh if he had any air left in his lungs. Instead, all he can do is stare up at Bucky as the sound of his carefree laugh winds its way around Steve’s heart. He barely even registers the cold seeping in through his jacket and jeans as he lies in the snow, attention catching instead on the snowflake clinging to Bucky’s lashes. Were Bucky’s eyes always that luminous? The crinkles around his eyes so endearing? Were his lips always that pink?

Bucky’s laugh dies away at Steve’s continued silence. A strange expression settles on his face, like he’s looking into the face of a stranger for the first time, studying and cataloging Steve’s features one by one—eyes, nose, mouth.

Cafe Au Écoute by littlesystems (oneshot | 3,829 | T)

No matter where Steve goes, there's always the chance that he'll overhear a conversation about himself - or rather, Captain America. This coffee shop is no different. The fact that he keeps eavesdropping well past the point of plausible deniability is another matter entirely.

the audacity by mcwho (oneshot | 2,598 | M)

“I don’t know where you all got the idea that I was giving it to Steve with the lights off under the blankets in total silence by candlelight, but you’re all wrong. Wrong.”

Home is a Smell, Home is a Heartbeat by odetteandodile (oneshot | 3,633 | M)

Bucky cooks an old recipe of Sarah Rogers'.

Steve learns that sensory memory is a bitch.

It all comes out okay in the end.

Leave Those Umbrellas At Home by rohkeutta (oneshot | 2,441 | T)

Bucky’s being uncharitable and he knows it, but Hangry Barnes can be a sad sack of shit when he wants to.

Catch of the Day by Eremji (handsfullofdust) (oneshot | 4,680 | E)

Bucky’s not laughing at him, not where Steve can see, but after Thor gives Steve an appraising look, scratching his beard absently, and says with usual cheer, “You’re most fortunate. This enchantment is only temporary,” Bucky makes sure he’s not in Steve’s direct line of sight.

It's about par for the course that Steve Rogers get himself in all manner of trouble. A couple extra limbs are really no big deal.

all the words are gonna bleed from me by doctorenterprise (oneshot | 1,151 | M)

It’s been a long time since Steve felt such an unwavering, steady rage.

A brief, dark look into Steve's devotion to James Buchanan Barnes.

What Makes a Home by i_buchanan (oneshot | 14,788 | E)

Bucky's grateful to be living with Steve again. Grateful to have another chance to keep him close, regardless of the stress of keeping his feelings to himself. It would be a lot easier to do that, however, if Steve didn't seem intent on getting him more than he could think to ask for.

Long Live the Long Lost King by Kryptaria (oneshot | 1,980 | T)

Bucky had no idea he was royalty.

To be fair, it’s not like they had DNA tests and ancestry databases when he was a kid. But now? Turns out his sisters had kids, and their kids had kids, and someone got a multi-pack discount on DNA test kits.

I Can Say The Sun Burns Much Brighter Today by Kajmere (oneshot | 5,919 | T)

Over the years, Steve has learned to choose his battles wisely when it comes to arguing with Natasha. So, when she hands him a set of keys and says they’re dropping him off at one of her secure locations in the middle of Steve-can’t-even-remember, Europe, for a few days of rest, he puts up a fight for all of thirty seconds before resigning with a sigh.

Snow way out by TyrantTirade (oneshot | 17,161 | E)

The call barely goes through, Natashas voice lagging in and out until it becomes more clear. Steve hopes that it stays that way for at least a few minutes, long enough to figure out what to do to salvage the situation. So much for a winter vacation, he thinks.

“So,” he starts, “I think there's a blizzard here.”

two strangers in the bright lights by Claudia_flies (oneshot | 7,348 | E)

It really is an accident. Steve wouldn’t even call it a slip of the tongue, because what he said and the way it was heard were two different things.

christmas traditions by belovedmuerto (oneshot | 2,091 | T)

Bucky wants to know what they used to do at Christmas.

I got that good thing for you by canistakahari (oneshot | 5,830 | E)

When it comes down to it, Steve will do anything for Bucky. Even if that involves fulfilling a very specific seasonally-adjacent fantasy.

re:spite by steebadore (oneshot | 4,150 | T)

It starts, as most things do, with spite. The problem is, it doesn't end there.

A Tree for (Not Quite) Christmas by layersofsilence (oneshot | 4,348 | T)

Steve’s been up since three in the morning to deal with these assholes. All he wants now is to go back to their safehouse and nap until Tony picks them up.

Of course, he should've known better than to ruminate on that particular subject. As soon as the thought crosses his mind his peaceful bubble is absolutely and comprehensively shattered, first by the slam of a screen door and then by a small girl who barrels from her porch to crash headlong into Steve’s legs.

Undercover by glyphsbowtie (oneshot | 1,094 | T)

Steve Rogers says these words in a matter-of-fact tone that has Bucky nodding for a second, before he catches himself. “Wait- what? You're going to kick his ass?” The tiny man next to him nods. “I don't like bullies,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I thought I would let you know because I would hate for you to get hurt.” “Gee, thanks.” Bucky is staring in absolute shock at this adorable vigilante. “Um, has it not occurred to you to call the police, pal?”

territorial by mcwho (oneshot | 2,734 | E)

The thing about Steve Rogers is that he’s a jealous, possessive, Grade-A All-American asshole

#mod picks

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shewolfofficial · 6 years ago

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Young!Levi x Young!Reader ~ The Underground

This is set in the underground when Levi is in his early teens ^.^

Warning: Violence, Cursing

Summary: You grow up In the Underground with Levi after you were abandoned by your parents

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You strolled through the streets of the underground, E/C orbs flicking in every direction due to nervousness. Keeping your hands clasped in front of you-you let your head drop down slightly, trying to remain calm you forced a brave expression onto your young and soft face. You belonged up in Wall Rose and your family was quite rich above ground, so of course, you were treated like a little princess. Wearing a simple white little dress that draped to your knees accompanied by little doll shoes. You also brought a small bag containing some snacks and two drinks in case you got picky.

You were on a trip with your parents for business that they refused to tell you about yet they still brought you anyway, but that was three hours ago. Your mother told you to wait outside a restaurant until they came back but they didn’t. ‘Did they forget about me? Idiots... Probably did..’ you thought annoyed at the fact that they left you in this filthy place. The only thing that did slightly improve your mood was that the fact that your outfit looked clean and new compared to the people you walked past, their clothes ragged and ripped.

Spotting an empty alleyway you sighed in relief as you cautiously entered, leaning your back after a few seconds of silence you sighed. Keeping your eyes trained on the ground you lightly grasped the strap of your bag. Biting your lower lip you were beginning to panic about what you were going to do, the Military Police soldiers wouldn’t believe you anyway even if you tried.

Too caught up in your own thoughts you were pulled out of them almost instantly when you heard footsteps at the entrance of the little alleyway making you look up to whoever it was in fright. Your gaze landing on a slightly taller young boy with raven hair, cold grey eyes. The boy wore a black jacket with the sleeves pulled up, a grey v-necked shirt, some light green pants, and black shoes. Gulping you stepped back a little not wanting to cause trouble or even be involved in a fight, you watched him raise an eyebrow at you curiously. ‘’You lost?’’ his voice sliced through the air, the question making you flinch then lean back against the wall again.

‘’My parents abandoned me down here 3 hours ago... I’m not supposed to be here..’’ you mumble to the boy who clicked his tongue ‘’what wall do you come from?’’ he asked again, glancing back up to him you noticed he was now leaning against the wall opposite you. Hands dug into his pockets as he looked to you for an answer ‘’Wall Rose..’’ you answered, you found this boy quite cute and this made you incredibly flustered and embarrassed. ‘’W-What’s your name?’’ you tried hoping to make a new friendship ‘’Levi, it’s only Levi’’ he said tilting his head to the side. ‘’What’s yours hm?’’ Levi puzzled you looking over your figure, eyes eventually landing on the bag which you held onto. ‘’My name is Y/N L/N... I-I got food here.. I heard there isn’t that much food down here so I brought some in case I got hungry but you can h-have some if you want?’’ you suggested gesturing to the bag.

Levi blinked before waking over beside you and stood next to you peering into the bag. ‘’I got sweets and some bread... Even drinks... Heh like a little picnic’’ you chirp, sitting down you fumbled with the bag as Levi joined you crossing his legs patiently. ‘’You sure I can have some?’’ he asked as you nodded pulling out two packets of sweets you presented them to the boy ‘’which one do you want? I got two of everything so we can split!’’ you smile to Levi who taps onto a packet of gummy bears. You handed him the bag as he muttered a quiet thanks. Setting your own packet of sweets next to you-you took out two little pieces of bread which were the same so you just handed him one of them. ‘’It’s been a while since I’ve gotten sweets..’’ Levi says looking down to the packet of gummy bears. ‘’I wish I could give you more but I got none left’’ you say taking out two little bottles of water, passing one to him as he smiles a little.

‘‘Thanks Y/N, you’re really nice’‘ Levi says before taking a bite out of the piece of bread. ‘‘No worries Levi’‘ you grin beginning to eat your own.

// Time Skip \\

You and Levi sat on the ground after deciding to save your sweets and drinks for later. Now you were both sitting there spilling out information about yourselves to pass the time. ‘’Y/N do you want to stay with me?’’ Levi suddenly asked, a smile appeared on your lips ‘’sure Levi I wouldn’t mind that’’ you spoke as he stood up dusting himself down before he picked up his stuff, stuffing them in his pockets before helping you up and handing you your sweets and drink. ‘’Thanks...’’ you say as a pink hue dusted your cheeks while putting your things in your bag. Levi nods before leading you out of the alleyway.

You both soon arrived at a small house, only three rooms but you were thankful for having somewhere to stay. ‘’This place is nice, I’m impressed’’ you say looking around the main room ‘’thanks’’ Levi says heading off into a different room leaving you in the living room which consisted of two sofas, a dining table in the corner, a little coffee table in front of both sofas and some shelves scattered around the sidelines of the rooms. Shyly sitting on one of the sofas you placed the bag beside you as you waited for Levi to return from wherever he went.

Soon enough you heard a door open and close, looking over your shoulder you see Levi walk your way before plopping down next to you throwing his head back over the back of the chair yawning. ‘’You alright?’’ you ask fixing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, nodding quietly he nods. ‘’There’s only one bedroom, I only got one bed... We can share it’s a big bed’’ Levi suggests as your cheeks burst up in flames. ‘Calm down Y/N your only 14 cut this shit out!’ you mentally scream at yourself as you nod lightly ‘’good because you were going to sleep in there anyway’’ Levi tells you making your eyes widen a fraction.

// Time Skip - 3 Years Later \\

It’s been three years since you met Levi, three years since he let you into his home and you couldn’t be thankful enough, you were now 17 and Levi was 18. You and Levi both met Farlan and welcomed him as one of your own, he was a really nice friend and was incredibly smart.

You sat down on the ground sketching in a sketchbook you found a few days ago as silence filled the room, Farlan sat on the blue sofa as Levi sat at the table. Quietly humming to yourself before there was a thud at the door, snapping your head up you stared at the door as Levi and Farlan shot up slowly making their way to the door as another thud was made from outside.

‘‘Y/N stay back..’‘ Levi muttered as Farlan held onto the knob of the door holding his blade looking to Levi who nodded to him, abruptly flinging the door open resulting in a red-haired girl to fall in with a squeal clutching something to her stomach. Groaning in pain the girl didn’t cease to let go of whatever she held as Farlan stalked closer to her ‘‘what? It’s just a kid’‘ he said as you now sat there curiously watching the female. ‘‘That surprised me’‘ Farlan continued resting his hand on his hip looking down to her. ‘‘Not... A... Kid...’‘ the female growled in pain ‘‘I’m not a kid!’‘ she said again looking up to Levi. Raising an eyebrow you knelt next to her ‘‘you alright?’‘ you asked earning a nod in response as Levi sighed ‘‘Y/N I told you to stay back..’‘ he grumbled as you shook off the comment. Glancing back down to Isabel he raised his head as she frowned at him ‘‘anyways.. is that so? I won’t feel bad for kicking you out then.. I’ll let the fact that you dirtied the floor slide’‘ Levi said plainly ‘‘get out now.’‘ he finished as she stayed silent.

‘‘What? You can’t even move?’‘ Farlan asked eying her, she turned to look at him ‘‘of course I can! Don’t look down onto me’‘ she said getting up, sitting back you watched as she struggled. ‘‘What a strong-willed kid’‘ Farlan teased lightly as we watched her, soon enough a gruff voice was heard yelling outside as the female fell against the door in pain. Levi frowned in annoyance ‘‘Tch.. Bastard you’re being chased?’‘ he asked as Farlan turned to him ‘‘what should we do?’‘ Farlan questioned. Scooting closer to the female you offered her a gentle smile, noticing the thing she held was a small bird your gaze softened. ‘’My name is Y/N nice to meet you-’’ you were cut off when masculine voices were right outside.

Glancing over you saw a dirty-looking man at the end of the steps peering into the house as Levi and Farlan stood by the door watching them, the man’s eyebrows furrowed seeing the redhead. ‘’Hey I found her!’’ he snickered before his animalistic gaze wandered to you ‘’and I found another one too!’’ he added as his pals joined him. ‘What?! They’re talking about me! Dirty scumbags! I’ll kill em..’ you thought in disgust. ‘’Are you guys friends?’’ One of the men asked walking up the steps, Farlan raised an eyebrow ‘’not at all, except for the one kneeling of course’’ he said. ‘’Well why don’t you hand them both over to us, even though one is your friend but we’ll treat her good’’ another snickered as your face scrunched up in disgust. ‘’You’ll be sorry if you cover for her, after all, the redhead tried to get past the 11th Stairway without paying!’’ one said in frustration as you looked down to the female sitting in front of you. ‘’You guys should know this, the 11th Stairway is under the jurisdiction of one of the nobles, Lobov’’ he continued.

// 1st Person \\

Levi looked as bored as ever listening to this randomer rant ‘’Anyone who tried to pass there without paying is prosecuted’’ the same man finished as another one started. ‘’Of course, you guys will be charged too for being her accomplice’’ The girl gasped lightly, eyes darting to me as I frowned to the men outside. Levi and Farlan stood silently gazing at them in complete boredom ‘’if you guys get it, hurry up and hand her and the other one over!’’ one shouted as the leader grinned. ‘’I don’t care anymore, move away from them’’ he said walking up the steps. Snickering as he looked down to me and the random female whilst placing a hand on Levi’s shoulder, Levi immediately sliced the man’s wrist causing him to stumble backward yelling in pain. Levi then proceeded to punch the man in the face before pulling him up to his height ‘’don’t touch me with your filthy hand I might get dirty.. and don’t speak that way about her again’’ Levi motioned to me behind him before throwing him down the set of stairs to his friends.

Levi pulled out a cloth and began to clean his blade as Farlan smiled teasingly down to the trio ‘’Oh my.. You can’t do it like that. We always prioritize hygiene, wash your hands and come again’’ he smirked as they clung to the injured one. ‘’These guys are dangerous! Let’s go!’’ one exclaimed before they walked off. The redhead started up to Levi mouth agape while holding the small creature, he turned around and looked down to her ‘’Hey, how long are you going to hold it to your stomach?’’ he asked as Farlan peered over his shoulder to her ‘’It’ll die y’know’’ Levi finished as the female unwrapped her arms from around the bird gazing down to it ‘’b-but! I thought it would be warm..’’ she says gently picking it up. Farlan stands next to her as I knelt in front gently rubbing the birds head with my index finger smiling down to it. ‘’what’s with the bird?’’ I ask and she smiles at me ‘’it got lost on its way here.. probably through some duct, so, I thought I’d bring it to the surface’’ she says as the small animal glimpsed around. Farlan’s eyes widened a bit ‘’don’t tell me you tried to break through the stairway just for that?’’ he asked watching me and her pour affection down onto the bird. ‘’This guy would want to fly in the sky instead of being here in the underground’’ She pets it’s back as I nod ‘’it might even have a family it would want to get back to as well’’ I add as chuckles.

Farlan kneels next to her ‘’well that’s fine but, its wing is injured you know?’’ he states as she flicks her gaze down to it in surprise ‘’eh? Really?!’’.

Farlan finished wrapping both its wings up as the girl looked to the animal in happiness. I sat on the floor continuing my sketch next to Levi who sat by the table watching me. ‘’You’re really good you know... That’s right.. what’s your name? I’m Isabel!’’ she smiled to Farlan who returned the smile. ‘’I’m Farlan... That’s Levi and sitting next to him is Y/N’’ Farlan motioned to us as I gave a little wave to Isabel. ‘’Farlan... Y/N... Levi-bro!’’ she chirped gazing at Levi who turned to her ‘’bro?’’ he raised an eyebrow as I glanced to Isabel in confusion. ‘’Listen please! Let me become one of you!’’ Isabel begged leaning forward as Farlan made a weird noise. ‘’You guys have been using 3D Maneuver Gear right? I’ve seen it before! I felt really envious.. you guys fly around like birds.. please! I want to try it too!’’ she begged looking to Levi hoping he’ll agree. Farlan looked to him as well ‘’what do you think?’’ he asked, I looked over my shoulder to Levi as he glanced down to me and lightly nudging for me to follow before he got up and made his way to the door. ‘’Please!’’ Isabel said looking to him, I watched Levi stop and turn to her ‘’if you stay here, learn to clean before you learn 3D Maneuver Gear’’ he said before walking out as I trail behind him shutting the door after us.

As we walked down the steps I heard a loud and excited voice call out from inside ‘’thank you big bro!’’ Isabel cheered happily making me giggle lightly.

// Time Skip - 2 Hours Later \\

Me and Levi arrived back at the bottom of the staircase of our home, fixing the collar of my shirt I begin walking up the stairs without noticing Levi stopped. Turning around after noticing he wasn’t following I raised an eyebrow down to him ‘’you alright Levi?’’ I asked as he looked to be thinking, gazing up to me he nodded before walking past me and into the house. Shrugging I watched him go inside before I hopped up on the little wall, sitting on it watching people pass by talking and eating.

After a few minutes of stillness a door opens from behind me, peering over my shoulder I watch Levi walk down a couple of steps before standing next to me in silence. Looking back ahead of me I bite my lip as I catch him staring by the corner of my eye ‘’Y/N?’’ Levi asks, shifting to him I offer a smile ‘’yeah what’s up?’’ I ask, Levi runs his hand through his raven hair ‘’do- do you have an interest in a-anyone?’’ he asked, I immediately turned a bright red ‘’yeah.. why you askin’?’’ I ask seeing him struggle for words ‘’who is it?’’ he finally manages to say, gulping I look away from him. ‘’You..’’ I mutter quietly in embarrassment, Levi watches me before he places his hand over mine. ‘’Good ‘cause I like you too’’ he whispers pecking my cheek making me go a darker red.

‘‘Really?’‘ I ask turning to him, Levi nods before he pulls me down to him and plants his lips onto mine making me squeak before kissing him back. A couple of seconds later he pulls away smirking a little ‘‘lets go inside, the others would be wondering why we’re out here so late��‘ he says as I nod jumping off the wall and following him inside.

#levi #Levi Ackerman #Captain Levi #levi x reader #captain levi x reader #Levi ackerman x reader #X reader #aot #snk #Attack On Titan #shingkei no kyojin #a choice with no regrets #anime #manga #fanfic #fanfiction

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theimaginesyouneveraskedfor · 6 years ago

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Holiday Shopping

“You caught me goofing around with holiday-themed lingerie in the store and now everything is awkward and I’m still holding this fur-trimmed teddy, aren’t I?” + Bucky

Requested by @nerdy-bookworm-1998 Hopefully you like what I came up with :)

Entering the department store, you had been little surprised yet concerned to find your companions scattering like ants. Thor spotted a set of flashing lights on a toy ship and dashed towards the kids’ section, reluctantly followed by Loki. Tony swiftly escorted Peter to the electronics area; whether he was interested in keeping the youngest member of your party from breaking the displays or playing with them himself was questionable. Natasha skulked subtly towards the clothing and Wanda joined her as Vision lingered just behind her. Only the super soldier seemed lost but no less excited than the rest. You watched them wander off behind the racks before beginning your search for the perfect shade of nail polish.

You tiptoed over to the shelves of small bottles. Shades of magenta, plum, rose, and ruby; every colour one could imagine. Glitters, metallics, and neons. You mused over the vials, the hubbub of the store lulling your selective trance. Reds were hard. Sometimes they were stunning, other times they made your skin seem jaundiced. Pinks were not so much your style and green never looked good on you. Should you add yet another purple to add to your collection?

“Hard choice,” Nat commented as she came up beside you. “But you can never go wrong with black.” She chose a dark bottle from the rows before you, “It goes with anything.”

“Even your soul,” You scoffed as you read the name of the colour across the bottle’s label, “‘The Abyss’...hmm.”

“Perfect,” She smiled, “I think I’ll get it.”

“And some matching leggings?” You gestured to the tight leather pants slung over her arm.

“What can I say, I like to coordinate,” She shrugged. Her grin paused in mid-bloom as she heard a familiar voice shout “Peter!” over the drone of other shoppers. “Tony,” She sighed and her shoulders fell.

“Not much of a babysitter,” You shook your head, “Somehow, that kid finds more trouble with him than without.”

“You’re telling me. Tony’s lucky to still have eyebrows after their little laboratory showdown,” She slowly began to turn away, looking out towards the electronics. “I best go keep them from burning the place down. Maybe…” She paused, “You should find the elders, they looked rather nervous and they were headed towards the underwear for whatever reason. Maybe Steve ran out of starred and striped panties.”

You chuckled and watched Nat go, your eyes skimming over Vision and Wanda in the next section. The former’s arms were filled with all sorts of scarves and wispy skirts and blouses. Any other man would be in purgatory but he seemed quite content with being a shopping cart. You huffed at the nail polish before retreating. You couldn’t decide. You could use some new socks; boring but practical. Best to grab them before you forgot.

You headed down the aisle, adjusting the purse strapped across your chest. You neared the wall separating outerwear from intimates. You heard a peculiar giggle but no source could be found. No doubt a child had found an amusing trinket nearby. You dove between the first rack of stockings, finding your way to the socks. A pair that looked like a pug, with ears sewn onto the ankle, caught your eye. You just couldn’t resist them. You grabbed several pairs before deciding it would be enough for the time being. It would be rather embarrassing to spend all your money on footwear.

You heard the giggle again, this time louder. It was not far from you. You were quite certain it was coming from the bras. Boy, you always found the weirdos. You clutched your socks against your chest and made your way towards the lingerie. As you passed the first rack, you almost collided with another.

“Steve!” Bucky exclaimed as he nearly knocked you over, “Look at m--” He stopped short as he realised you weren’t his patriotic pal. He was holding a sparkly red teddy with white fur along the top of the bra cups over his torso as if he was wearing it.

“Looking good,” You pressed your lips together to stifle the laughter before continuing, “But I think you’ve got the wrong cup size. That’s only a B, I’d say you’re at least a C. D, if I’m being realistic.”

His eyes were wide, his lip trembling as he struggled for a response. His cheeks quickly burned with a shade that rivaled that of the teddy in his hands. He slowly looked down at himself, clearing his throat as he lowered the lingerie.

“It was, uh, just a joke,” He said quietly.

“I know,” You assured him, “Refreshing. You’ve actually got a sense of humour, Sergeant.”

He scowled as he always did when you used the title. You seemed to have a knack for getting under his skin, even when you were trying to be funny.

“You know, if you really wanted to make Steve laugh, you’d actually put it on,” You said, “He wouldn’t know whether to laugh or blush. Why, with your hair, you’d look close enough to a real woman.”

“My hair?” He touched it, “I’ve admittedly neglected it but--”

“Relax, Barnes,” You reached out and took the lingerie from him, “You’re hair is just fine. The shine, the texture; it’s enough to make others jealous.” You examined the sheer skirt of the teddy, “Where’d you get this? I think I might get one for myself.”

“Huh?” His cheeks were red again and this time you couldn’t help your guffaw.

“You really are a trip, Sergeant,” You smirked, “Go on then, before your head explodes.” You edged past him, your hip brushing his deliberately and causing him to flinch. You walked a few steps before looking back as he slowly began to move. He stumbled, catching himself on a rack before disappearing down the next aisle.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” You heard his mutters trail off. You glanced down at the teddy and felt the soft fur. You weren’t sure if it would look as good on you as it did Bucky.

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