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mar3ggiata · 11 months ago

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professional help, c3. 'The conversation.'

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, italian, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: The Fruits, Paris Paloma.

abstract: Simon here, I saw Jude again, she's still going on about her theories, whatever. it's not even funny anymore and she has some weird secret I want to find out… still, she's a fucking menace to society. idk what's wrong with her probably got dropped on her head on purpose as a kid. don't blame the parents.

In the end, she did hear back from Price. An email. 'Scherzi!' She shouted out loud in her apartment. She sat down on the couch and Jinx hopped on with her, sniffing her laptop. An email from the captain, an invitation to a briefing. To discuss the situation. Tomorrow after your last session at 5pm. 'No vabbe, me fa parià…' she mumbled and wrote back that she would be there. They wanted her help on the situation, she had to come prepared. She was good, she did good. Look at her, who would have thought. She was in America all alone in her little apartment. She moved away when she was 18 and never turned back. She had worked in the most awful places with the most awful people to pay her studies. She hadn't been home in years, she had no friends, she was paying her bills, she had a car (she was still paying for it every month), she had her job and now higher ups were asking to speak to her about her take on a difficult mission! A life or death situation, she would solve the case and save the lives of millions of Americans. A fucking tidal wave. If my mom could see me now. She looked at her calendar on her laptop, she had sessions from 9 to 12 the following day, then from 3 to 5pm. Then the briefing, then ballet.

She did some research during the evening, she took the dog on a walk and then showered. She ended up smoking a little too much, she was nervous. She woke up early the following day. She stalked, or better, did research, on Arash's social media, along with his family's and friends' to gather any information that could help her. She looked up 'The Pilgrimage' author online, looked through his other publications. Not very famous writer. She kept thinking about the meeting all morning, she wanted to make a good impression and be useful to the captain. She was so nervous she nearly spaced out during therapy with a Sergeant with severe anxiety. She didn't eat lunch. When she knocked on Price's office door and heard him say to come in, she was a little surprised to see the captain wasn't alone.

Skull guy stood next to the desk in the middle of the office. He looked at her. He took very seriously the mask thing and skeleton theme, he had a black mask on, like the cotton Covid ones. Maybe he was just insecure. 'Jude thanks for coming on such a short notice' said the captain, signalling to sit down in front of him. 'This is Lieutenant Riley, Simon you met Jude.' She took a step in the direction of the Lieutenant, she wanted to shake his hand. 'Nice to meet you,' she said. He took her hand without making a sound, he just nodded slightly. His hands were cold. She sat down and so did Price. Simon was still standing. 'So, I wanted to update you on your patient. We spoke with him and three other soldiers about joining us to the next mission in Al-Jareena next week but he refused. Well…' he stopped, rubbing his beard in clear distress. 'He got up and came up to me saying his injury is not fully healed and he will not be able to be deployed. So I told him we needed him and he started to get nervous and left the room.' She listened without intervening. 'I know you have an appointment with him one day before we leave. I was wondering if you could maybe let me know if you find out something about this, he's required to leave with us, otherwise we'll have to report him. His doctors cleared him.' He showed her a piece of paper, sliding it across the table. It stated Arash's hand healed to full recovery. She read the statement before looking up at Price.

'Correct me if I'm wrong' she started. This wasn't gonna end well. 'He's supposed to leave the base and go on his little trip for one hour the day before you leave, the day before the mission, let's say to alert Khorram's men.' She quickly glanced up to the Lieutenant who was still standing silent with his arms crossed. He looked like he could crush her skull with a finger. She wasn't scared, she even found it kinda funny, his little costume. 'We could follow him. He could be updating the troops on your next movements and we could… catch him in the act' she said.

'Too risky.' It was Simon that spoke. He was British, his voice was deep. He had been debating on intervening in the meeting from the moment Price asked him to be present. He asked him cause he trusted him, and valued his opinion. Jude could have been informed and educated with her little theories and stories, but she didn't know how things worked in the army. This wasn't Cluedo. She had the same attitude when she walked in the room, maybe a bit less stiff. He took his time exploring her. Her pretty green eyes, her nose, her neck. She wore a blouse this time, with grey trousers. She still had those shiny high boots. She had her hair up, a blonde ponytail. He looked at her jaw. She had a mole on her cheek. He shook her hand, he could smell her deodorant. Her skin was warm, soft. It reminded him of untouched snow. He wanted to take her hand and look at it up close, hold it, feel her slender fingers and her pointy nails. He looked at her thighs pressed together when she was sitting. The curve of her hips. Her voice still sounded rough and serious. When he spoke to her she looked at him offended. 'Too risky' he had said. 'He would notice, he already suspects we're onto him.' He explained.

Hum…fuck you? 'Well if he's not guilty he will have no problem talking to you' she replied, still holding his gaze. She was brave. She was probably a few years younger than him, she had her little moment and now it was time to get back to reality. Yet, she still wouldn't listen. 'He doesn't have the doctors excuse anymore, he knows things are moving. You saw his m.o., he'll get out for an hour and…' she tried to convince him, she looked at Price for his approval, but he stopped her. 'Then we'll catch him when he comes back' Simon spoke without waiting for his captain. 'We can wait for your session and see if he says anything, or just force him into confessing.' Her lips formed a straight line. She didn't like his plan, maybe because it wasn't a plan, it was just sitting and waiting. He had dealt with much more complicated things than this, she could relax. 'You want to interrogate him and accuse him of what? Skipping his doctors appointments? You're wasting an opportunity to see where he's really headed when he sneaks off base', she quickly replied shaking her head in his direction. She had slightly turned her body towards him. 'You're the one who accused him first.'

'And I gave you proof, didn't I?'

He liked talking to her. Her voice still sounded weird, he couldn't pick up a particular accent. He understood she would't let it go.

'I think you're waisting an opportunity'

'I think you're thinking too much about it.'

I think I want to break your neck. She was mad now, he could see her, he could feel it. The air was cold around them again. She had the same expression as the first time he ever saw her a year back. She wasn't confident, or powerful. It was the look of rage. 'The nightmare that hunts you for the entire week' look. Fortunately, Price stopped them from discussing it further. 'Jude, do you think you can get him to talk about the mission? I will put down his name as one of the soldiers in the team, so he will know he's coming with us.' She was nervous at this point, but tried to keep her breathing stable. Could she get him to talk? She couldn't do it last week or the week before, he stopped listening. 'Yes, I will do my best.' She replied. 'Good, thanks. You'll let me know as soon as you finish, if everything goes to plan, we bring him with us and he complies to his duties, everyone is happy.' It wasn't going to go this way, she could feel it. They were making a mistake. 'If you feel like he's suspicious, you tell me and we'll keep him here and interrogate him, we'll see what's going on. Sorted?' He asked. She didn't respond for a few seconds, but nodded. I already proved to you he's fucking suspicious, what more do you want. They weren't listening.

She stood up and thanked the two for inviting her to the meeting, she assured them she would keep them updated. Her smile was fake, she still wanted to be polite even though she thought they were both fucking stupid. Ghost didn't feel guilty for going so hard on her, he looked at her leave while she was trying to hide her anger. He said what he really thought, that was what he had been trained to do. 'What's her deal?' he asked the captain on his way out. 'Jude?' the man looked up, then shook his head. 'She's a good counsellor. She has… she is a strong woman, I think she's good at what she does, I've always trusted her.' He said. You're lying. That's not enough, and it's not a fully honest answer. They were hiding something from him.

notes: translation: 'Scherzi!', you're joking! 'No vabbe, me fa parià' Naples dialect for having fun. I gave you an hint to where she's from <3

notes: are they making a mistake? also, what's the deal with Jude hu?? reblogs and replies are highly appreciated!

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maple-the-awesome · 8 months ago

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 34

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 4,061

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: DEARLY DEPARTED

Well fed and partially rested, your quartet makes their way down the windy cobblestone streets of Latvia. There’s an uneventful silence that follows throughout most of the walk - that is, between Zemo’s unprompted compliments of the local architecture and Bucky’s grumbled skepticism regarding your sense of direction.

If it were earlier in the day, you’d likely snap at his doubt, but fortunately for him in this moment, your previous interaction with those children at the refugee enclave and the short nap you took afterwards had smoothened out your mood. Thus, you simply shoo away his queries with confident assurances and only a dash of frustration. You were a scientist in your past life, of course you can follow Google Map instructions!

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you to be pulling shit like this!”

“Lord give me strength…” Sam grumbles, that once bearable half-silence officially soured by an uninvited fifth-wheel.

With a raised eyebrow, you look up from your phone and follow Sam’s irritated gaze to its source: none other than the same Captain America impersonator you've already heard a great deal of complaints about. You can't say you've been particularly excited to meet him, not too fond of there being a government-issued replacement for your dear friend in the first place, and judging on how swiftly he approaches with zealous coating his every step and spoken word, you don't have much confidence in this introduction changing your expectations.

"How'd you find us this time, John?!" Bucky asks sarcastically, his question having an impressive balance between its volume and lackadaisical delivery.

"You think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without being noticed?" Walker's partner counters, yet the spotlight is immediately switched back to John who shows zero shame in marching directly towards your group with a smile that's seconds away from becoming a scowl as he points to Zemo.

"No more keeping us in the dark. You can start by telling us why the hell you broke him out of prison."

"Well technically, he broke himself out of prison," You correct, unfazed by John’s poor attempt at asserting authority here, in fact you have no problem blocking his path to Zemo by sliding in between them with a hand outstretched cheekily, "Hi, I’m (Y/n). Don't believe we've met."

"I don't really care who you are -"

"- Ouch -"

"- There better be an UNBELIEVABLE explanation for this because -!" John's voice raises. Pairing that with the way he talks while swinging his arms dramatically, you can't say you like the aggressive undertone behind his behavior, especially not for someone wearing the stolen merits of a real hero. You don't care how upset he is, it's not a very good look nor a great sign for his character, and you aren't the only one to think that:

"- Hey, take it down a notch before you attract a crowd, alright?" Sam warns, drawing attention to the civilians who have already stopped to stare at the scene. Some even have their phones out, excitedly snapping pictures of the new ‘Captain America’ and his Avenger 'friends'.

"I know where Karli is," Zemo confesses with little fanfare or interest for that matter, somewhat akin to a parent giving their child a cookie just to shut them up. He attempts to walk past after that, however John’s quick to push him back.

"Well, where is she then?"

"A memorial, that's all we know at the moment. We're heading there now to intercept her," Sam, desperate to maintain the peace, explains while Zemo brushes away John's touch to continue onwards anyway. The rest of you don't hesitate to follow, yet that doesn't stop John and his partner from taking this conversation to-go, keeping up with your steps as if a part of the team themselves. You won't be surprised if he truly believes that, either.

"Memorial? That means there'll be civilians and a high risk of casualties," His partner points out.

"We're not nuking the damn place with her inside," You insist, although you can at least respect that his priorities are in the right place, better tied to his job as a protector rather than his fragile ego. If only his buddy could follow by example, "Sam just wants to talk her and get her side of the story -"

"- What? No...No! Wait! Stop, hold on!" John suddenly rushes to the front of the group, once again preventing anyone from moving forward, "We're way past reasoning with her, okay? Unless you've forgotten this part, she's a terrorist. Her and her little friends blew up a building with people inside of it!"

"You're right. She is a terrorist which is exactly why we need to stop her as soon as possible."

John laughs as if you're the ones making this more complicated than it needs to be, "Alright! Then let's go in there and arrest her -"

"- If we rush in, arms drawn, and corner them like animals, what's stopping her from lashing out right that second?" You challenge, not faltering under his intense stare, "We need to approach this situation with strategy, and Sam's idea works. We go in, let him try talking to her while simultaneously keeping our guard up, and if she surrenders, then yay -"

"- And if she doesn't?"

"Then we kick her ass! I don't know! Have you not seen a hostage negotiation before? You know, ‘The Inside Man’? ‘The Negotiator’? Ever turn on the news maybe -?”

“- The bottom line is: there’s a risk in both scenarios whether we talk or attack first,” Sam steps forward, showing far more patience as he reminds John of his own presence in this discussion, “The difference is, in one, we have an actual shot at ending things peacefully. In the other, people get hurt regardless.

“Why not pick the former then? I'd say we have a pretty good chance with it, I mean, yeah, Karli’s methods are out of line - no one here’s trying to deny that - but her motivations aren't entirely unreasonable. For god’s sake, she's a kid who just had five years of her life flipped on top of her head - We all know how terrifying that can be. I think what she needs most right now is someone who's actually willing to hear her out without casting her aside with more broken promises.”

"It also might be worth mentioning that this memorial is for someone close to Karli, so it’ll likely be attended by others who are important to her, too," You add to aid Sam’s argument, "She's probably going to want to avoid endangering their lives just as much as we do."

"Right. Exactly!"

John shakes his head before turning his attention to Bucky who's remained silent throughout this entire discussion, "...You'll let him do this? You'll just let your partner walk into a room with a super soldier completely alone and defenseless?"

"He's dealt with worse - and he's not my partner."

"Sorry you weren't there, but we're the ones who went up against a murderous purple alien six months ago. I think Sam knows what he's doing," You roll your eyes, walking past John and his partner to continue up the street where you can already see a crowd entering what you assume to be the memorial building.

"I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? I've heard it all - all the accounts of horrific ordeals and stories of lost hope. This is my wheelhouse," You can hear Sam say as he still attempts to reach an agreement.

"I know, and I know those soldiers which is why I say this is a bad idea -!”

"- Wait, John," His partner speaks up again, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him from chasing after your group again, "If he can talk her down, maybe it is worth a try. They do have a point, after all; less people would get hurt if this works."

John scoffs as if he still finds the whole proposal ridiculous, however having his own colleague side with the Avengers must've taken him down some kind of peg, because rather than attempt to stop anyone, he trails behind your group, promising to 'deal with' Zemo later as a last ditch effort of securing at least a fraction of his authority (not that it accomplishes much).

Maintaininga safe distance from the crowd, you observe them file into the building through two heavy wooden doors. Tracing their exact steps by entering the funeral from the front would likely only draw unwanted attention which in return could risk Karli discovering your presence too soon, so a side door leading into the building’s boiler room is your best bet for an unnoticed arrival.

You’re careful to peek into the hallway, catching sight of the same funeral goers as they disappear behind a wall. Hearing the echo of mournful whispers, it can be assumed that the processions will take place right around that corner. If Sam sneaks in after they officially start, Karli won’t have a good opening to run unless she wants to ruin Donya’s celebrated memory. She’ll be forced to at least wait until after the memorial is finished, providing Sam a better chance at getting close enough to pull her ear.

"...You sure you're up for this?" You ask as he stands beside you at the door. His confident nod is all you need for an answer.

After reaching into your pocket, you hold your hand out to him with a small grain-sized microphone, courtesy of the high-tech equipment Clint had supplied you with years ago, “We’ll stay back here. If anything goes wrong or you start getting the heebie-jeebies for some reason, simply say the word and we’ll have John bust down the doors. I’m sure he’s been dying for some real action anyway, poor guy.”

Sam smirks at your joke, taking the microphone and dropping it in his breast pocket, "Hopefully it won't have to come down to that."

"Better safe than sorry," You shrug, not too overly worried for his sake. Sam has always been a laid-back guy willing to listen to even the most outrageous of stories. Assuming that Karli is even somewhat rational, he's the best guy to send in for a heart-to-heart with her. Even if shit does go wrong, you’re certain he’s capable of handling himself in the short amount of time it takes for back-up to arrive. The real question is whether John can keep his pants on for that long.

Before Sam can even ascend the stairs, John harshly grabs Zemo’s arm, bending it behind his back and forcing him against the furnace. His stern ‘orders’ are directed towards Sam, "You have exactly ten minutes until we do things my way, you hear?"

Sam, unsurprisingly, shows minimal interest in that threat, simply nodding to spare John’s feelings before sparing Bucky and you one last look, "Don't let anyone tear off each other's heads while I'm gone."

"No promises," Bucky ribs with an exasperated inhale.

With Sam gone, the boiler room falls into tense silence only made that way through John's increasingly impatient pacing. After a quick glance at each other, you allow Bucky to wordlessly take your place guarding the door, blocking the path Sam took as a wise precaution against John's irritability.

Lemar - as you finally learn his name is - calmly instructs his partner to take a deep breath, the two sharing a brief, whispered conversation that must not have ended in John's favor because his mood fails to change. Even Zemo, despite being forced to awkwardly stand while handcuffed to the furnace, seems more comfortable with his predicament than the paranoid soldier who constantly fidgets and huffs, not that it's making anyone sympathetic towards him.

He eventually sets his sights on you from where you sit on the back staircase, boredly listening in on the conversation that's echoed through your earpiece, "What are they saying?"

You barely blink at his demand nor do you so much as look up at him when he comes marching in your direction. Instead, you keep your jaded expression trained forward, "She's listening to him."

"That's not what I asked. I want to know what they’re saying!" You're not sure what he expects to gain by such an aggressive demeanor, but it's not going to work on you. Not caring to be bossed around or intimidated by some guy in a Spirit Halloween costume, you simply turn your head away from him, covering your ear piece with your hand to pretend you can’t hear it over all his needless blabbing.

"Watch it, John. It hasn't even been ten minutes. Just sit tight," Bucky advises from across the room, his narrowed eyes trained cautiously on John's movements which are too close to you for comfort. His suggestion goes ignored following a rapid shake of the head and disgruntled glare.

"Don't patronize me!"

"Karli's listening to him," You reiterate, already feeling drained of all your willpower to keep dealing with this sort of crap today, "She's not showing any signs of aggression, she's not threatening him -"

"- How would you know that? You're not in there watching. She could be planning something - buying herself and her terrorist friends some time! How's a guy like him supposed to defend himself against a super soldier, huh?"

"Look man, I understand that first days on the job are rough - We've all been there before - but you gotta relax. We know what we're doing, and so does Sam. He's already gone up against super soldiers more than once before. If he needs us, he'll call. In the meantime, our job is to sit quietly and wait."

John rolls his eyes, your words clearly having zero effect on his mental state. He then turns to check the clock hanging on the room’s wall. A more optimistic individual might have hoped this would confirm to him that Bucky is right and that his behavior is irrational, however instead, his quiet pause is just that - a very brief halt before he's spinning the direction of his march towards Bucky and the door with Lamar quickly standing to join him.

Bucky doesn't hesitate to push himself off the stair railing and stop John in his place with a stern hand, his narrowed eyes giving more warning than any words could.

This act is unsurprisingly met with greater frustration and a whisper through gritted teeth, “...It must be really easy for you, right? All that serum just coursing through your veins? Your friend is completely alone in there. You let him go in there with no weapons, no defense, no backup…Do you really want his blood added to your hands?”

Buckydoesn’t respond aloud, although there’s a subtle shift within his eyes. It’s only visible ever so briefly before being hidden by a quick tightening of the jaw, however it sinks deep with the sting of John’s words. It’s the sore ache of insecurity - the shallow doubt that maybe, just maybe, those low-blow claims could actually hold reason.

He wants nothing more than for this situation to end without a fight. God knows he’s had enough of those to last a lifetime. Talking Karli down would offer a peaceful resolution while risking less people’s safety, as Sam and you have said, but that all depends on whether she listens.

Bucky wants to trust Sam’s capabilities, both in gaining the enemy’s trust and defending himself when in a tight spot. Steve sure did, and so do you…yet at the same time, he just can’t seem to shake that memory of how easily the Winter Soldier was able to knock the breath from Sam’s stomach before tossing him like a mere paperweight…

You three are up against super soldiers - eight of them, to be precise, compared to your one. What if you're cornered? What if the Flag Smashers get Sam or you alone, too far from Bucky’s reach to stop the blow? John’s right about one thing: in that scenario, your blood would be on his hands; it’s still on his hands if he stands by to watch it flow…

There’s nothing more said between them as John bumps past Bucky with zero resistance faced. He’s completely free to ascend the stairs and escape into the hallway before you can even shoot up from your spot on the opposite side of the room.

“HEY -! What the HELL, Bucky?!” Why he’d let John past - Why he’d let those stupid weightless words get under his skin like that - You wish you had the time to properly chew him out over it, but you don’t.

“Stay with Zemo!” Catching John before he can ruin Sam’s progress has to be your priority, so much so that you can’t stop to address the way Bucky sighs your name as a half-hearted plea while following your shadow rather than your previous command. Grumbled disapproval is all you can spare in the moment which is promptly hit back in your direction through eye rolls and poor excuses that go in one ear then out the other.

Unfortunately, even at your racing pace (and Bucky’s jogging to match it), you’re too slow to prevent John from bursting into the room where the funeral must’ve been taking place, now long empty aside from Sam and Karli who both snap their direction towards him in shock.

“Karli Morgenthau, you’re under arrest!”

From there, the scene quickly turns to chaos…

“That’s what this was…? To keep me talking until your help arrived?” Whatever middle ground Sam had been carefully forging between himself and Karli is immediately shattered as she now begins backing away from him. He raises his hands, attempting to both reassure her and address John, yet the latter doesn’t let him get more than a few words out before being shut down in a snap.

“- You’ve had enough time to talk,” John declares, his sights set solely on an increasingly apprehensive Karli.

You try to follow after him, calling his name as a last ditch effort to prevent a nasty fight, however Lemar blocks your path from physically getting any closer. It’s nothing more than the slightest shove backwards, only forceful enough to make you reserve a step or two, although that doesn’t stop Bucky from instinctively steadying you with his hands upon your shoulders.

“Don’t -!” You can’t say you’ve ever heard Bucky growl with such venomous anger before. After days of acting as if your presence kills him - weeks of avoiding you like the plague and cutting you out of his life like it’s easy - all it takes is that one single action of someone else putting their hands on you to snap him into a state of fierce rage. One could argue that he just sees you as someone who can’t protect themself - a ‘liability’ as he had said in Madripoor - but would he really react in such a way for just anyone on his team?

He either takes an actual swing at Lemar from over your head or he only tries to push him away from you both - likely the latter given his tone and the way Lemar instantly protects his face with a flash of fear crossing it. You would’ve liked to see the end result so that you could log it in your mental library as a long-missed example of Bucky truly caring about you, however your attention is diverted away when Karli punches John.

Despite all his high talk earlier, he must not have prepared himself to face off with a real super soldier because the second Karli’s fist makes contact with Steve’s shield, John’s violently thrown backwards, catching a nearby Sam in the impact which results in them both hitting the table behind them and tumbling to the ground.

Deciding that this has gone far enough, you slip away from Lemar which is easier to accomplish now that he’s officially distracted between John’s injury and Bucky forcefully knocking him to the floor himself.

With one swift movement, you draw your taser out from your belt and turn it up to its highest setting while rushing Karli. She immediately notices you, bending her body back to avoid the blue glow of your baton. Once it buzzes by, she follows up with a fierce swing in your direction, but this isn't your first rodeo. Between your encounters with a brainwashed Bucky and some sparring training you've done alongside other Avengers, you'd say you're somewhat decent at knowing what to expect when going up against super humans.

Thus, utilizing practiced speed, you duck to dodge her fist, spinning your weapon in hand so that, by the time you pop back up again with a bounce to your step, it's facing forward and prepared to be immediately thrust towards her, the baton's fork stabbing her shoulder blade.

Thank goodness Clint didn't supply you with just any kind of mediocre taser. Rather than deliver a tiny 'zap' to cause inconvenient discomfort lasting a millisecond, it bites with a brutal 'crackle' that has Karli's knees buckling and her pain expressed through loud, stammered cries. Nothing that will kill her, of course, but you doubt she'll be able to feel the sensors in her finger tips for a few minutes after her recovery.

At this point, Bucky’s approaching from behind and even Sam’s already stumbling up to his feet, using the table beside him as a crutch to -

- Karli sees the same sight as you, however for her, it's not so reassuring. Too stubborn to accept surrender, she grinds her teeth and gathers the strength to curl back another fist which she sends plowing your way.

You only have time to gasp, hardly bracing for the hit that throws you through the air and into a shelf. There's a loud crash that comes with this impact, the force of your body knocking various items to the ground where you drop like a ragdoll before the shelf itself wobbles then tips forward.

The sound of your fear was already enough to grasp Bucky's full attention, but only in time to listen to that cruel thud of your limp body and the following slam of the shelf thumbling overtop of you. After that, he can't hear anything else save for the pounding of his own heart in his ears.

His legs decide for themselves where they're going, ignoring the rest of the chaos around him as Karli stumbles off and John races after her. He just needs to make it to your side. There, he effortlessly tosses the shelf off of you, kneeling beside you with muted calls of your name which are equally as shaky as his hesitating hand.

You're not moving, body lying completely motionless against the ground and shattered jars. You're not responding either, face wiped clean of emotion as if you're only asleep. You're not moving at all - He isn't even sure if your chest is!

…This has happened before…This isn't new…

You were there, just as motionless, hunched forward with blood running like a stream down from your forehead to chin. You didn't answer anyone's calls then either, and when he dared to touch you, he swore he could feel the warmth leaving your skin. He's too scared to check that now, though. His hand is frozen unwillingly above you, the world swirling fast enough to make him nauseous or is that the throbbing against his forehead?

…You aren't moving again...

Then you groan, your arms shaking as you struggle to find the ground to push yourself up from. Clenching your side, you let out a whimper from the pain that expands across every inch of your back and ribs. It's a heartbreaking sound, but at least you're alert now, looking at him with a flash of fear before relaxing once realizing it's not the enemy currently hunched over you.

"- Bucky!" Sam appears behind him within the second, his hand carrying no more pressure than a feather when placed upon his shoulder, "We gotta go!”

Swallowing thickly, Bucky watches as Sam carefully tries to help you to your wobbling feet, each movement drawing out an uncomfortable hiss while you struggle to support yourself even when leaning most of your weight against someone else.

Seeing your hurt and that foggy glaze over your eyes, he finally snaps out of his own dizzying state enough to at least step in himself, his movements almost robotic as he hooks your legs over his arm then hoists you off the ground in one shift, easy motion. From there, he lets Sam lead the way, all the while distracted by his own heavy breathing and racing heartbeat which are the loudest sounds in his ears…

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tbhimnoteasyonmyself · 7 months ago

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📖💜 AO3 MASTERLIST 💜📖

Captain America

All Our Courage Was You (Stucky - Gen [Fluff]- 719 Words)

Steve and Bucky are friends. But when you're drunk and cold, all the warmth you have is well needed, even the one that is entirely in your heart. OR A very short one shot that came to my mind and I thought would be nice to share.

Kiseki: Dear to Me

The Blood On My Hands (Ai Di POV - Mature [Death/Trauma/Violence] - 1.746 Words)

You're 13. And you kill a person for the first time. This should scare you, make you want to cry. But you're not like everyone else, never have been. And what you find out instead is one of the secrets of the universe. OR Ai Di kills a person for the first time. This is what goes through his head at that moment.

Life, Death and the Abyss (Ai Di POV - Teen & Up [Trauma/Violence] - 4.746 Words)

For good or bad, childhood moulds people into the adults they become. To Zongyi, that means cherishing life. To Ai Di, that means disregarding death. OR An exploratory conversation on Zongyi’s and Ai Di’s different perspectives on life, death and what their respective places in the world are. All told with the delightful company of fluffy cats and a nice slice of strawberry layer cake!

Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

Sleep? X Slip! O (Ishida Tomoya X Mitsuya Ayumu - Teen & Up [Sex] - 7.231 Words)

The rush of the approaching Christmas season always gets the best of everyone. Ishida Tomoya was no different. And in between a manuscript and a conversation with his coworkers, sleep wins the battle and makes him slip up. But it’s okay, it’s not like no one knows he’s dating the most beloved chef in the whole country, right? RIGHT? OR In a world where people are still mostly heteronormative, even the most heartfelt confessions sometimes fail to convey the information they are meant to. Luckily, capitalism is here to provide sleep deprivation to young editor Ishida Tomoya and make him reveal to an office full of people that he’s very much in love with Mitsuya Ayumu.

Naruto

How It Should've Been (Narusasu/Sasunaru - Mature [Hate Speech/Mental Illness/Trauma/Violence] - 2.683 Words)

Naruto married Hinata in canon... But cannons are made to destroy our ships. So, obviously, that never happened. OR A collection of drabbles of Naruto and Sasuke that all happen in the same universe (but are all out of order because my creativity does not do logic) and which (hopefully) will be entertaining.

PitBabe

Icarus & the North Star (Northsonic - Teen & Up [Sex] - 2.733 Words)

North is a guiding direction. The North Star is a guiding light. And yet, North is just… Himself. Or, at least, that's how everyone sees him: a simple man with a simple mind. Everyone but Sonic, that is. Sonic would never dream to see him in that light. OR A stream of consciousness from Sonic’s perspective about who North is and what North means to him.

The Gifted

(Don't) Touch Me! (Pangwave/Wang - Teen & Up [Crime] - 14.472 Words)

5 times someone tried to hug Wave and failed miserably (some more than others) + 1 time someone (guess who) finally (somewhat) managed to OR The narrative of what happened with Wave when Pang couldn’t remember a single thing about the Gifted Program, told through his aversion to physical contact.

The Untamed

Desperate Pleasures (Chengsang/Sangcheng - Mature [Alcohol Abuse/Sex/Violence/Trauma] - 7.950 Words)

They don't really mean for it to start happening when it does. Yet what are one’s drunken actions if not the desires one did not have the courage to give into sober? It is better not to think about it, though. They are what they are and they do what they do. And that's good enough. No need for labels or reasonings or long conversations about indefinable concepts, no... None of that. Just them. As they are. Just them is good enough. OR How Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang find solace in each other through the years in ways that are probably too complex and nuanced to put into words outside people would understand but that make sense to them, nonetheless.

Fine Lines (Jiang Cheng POV - Teen & Up [Death/Trauma] - 3802 Words)

Sect Leader Jiang rarely has little to do. But when he does, he likes to take walks through Lotus Pier and return to the only place he thinks will not judge him for how his soul is still shattered: the past. OR Jiang Cheng takes a walk through Lotus Pier and observes the place through the lenses of someone who knows both the old and new walls. These are his thoughts.

#ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 writer #ao3fic #archive of our own #captain america #kiseki: dear to me #pit babe the series #naruto #the gifted the series #the untamed #mr mitsuyas planned feeding

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siancore · 2 years ago

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He Owns the Sky

Summary: Sam gets a new Cap suit and goes on a mission. Bucky is not impressed.

A/N: Saw Sam Wilson in his new Cap suit and had some SamBucky thoughts. Featuring All Star Cast, but focused on SamBucky. Enjoy!

Content: Language, banter, and angst.

“He is not going to like this, Captain Wilson. You know he’s temperamental at the best of times. Moody, even. Although we are both very fond of him, you know this will make him insufferable.”

“He’s already insufferable, Your Majesty.” Shuri let out an amused giggle at Sam’s assessment. “He’s gonna be more upset at me than he is at you.”

“Oh, that remains to be seen,” Shuri replied with a smile. “Actually, should I be offended, Sam?”

She was teasing, but Sam answered in earnest, “Of course not. Your work is amazing. A certain geriatric’s design sense was a little off, but everything you did was stellar, Shuri. Really great stuff.”

“But things can always be improved, yes?”

“Yes,” said Sam. “Plus, I make an easy target flyin’ around looking like fine ass stars and stripes. Change is good.”

“Change is good,” Shuri repeated. “Now, please let me know if he has a complete meltdown. I have cat memes the likes of which the general public hasn’t seen.”

“Thank you,” Sam said with a warm smile.

“You’re most welcome,” Shuri replied in kind.

The aerial battle was brutal even though it was relatively short. Ironheart was assisting War Machine and the Midnight Angels in offensive strikes. Captain America, Falcon, and Photon were on the defensive, parrying assaults before they got too close to the ground. Their adversaries were one of the Big Three – it was another alien invasion.

Sam was tired, but he kept going. His new suit was standing up to the onslaught. Shuri’s design was immaculate, even better than the last. There was ease of movement that Sam hadn’t had before. Even though he was older now, the suit somehow synced with him in an anticipatory manner and gave him an added edge with speed and acrobatics.

He felt like he owned the sky.

Even when he took a direct hit to the abdomen and fell from said sky, there was no real harm done to his person. Sam and his friends staved off the attack before their backup even arrived. He let Shuri know how the new suit fared as soon as his medical check and debrief was done.

Sam was in his private changeroom when he heard the unmistakable sound of Bucky Barnes’ footfalls coming his way.

“What the fuck, Sam?”

“Hi, Honey. Welcome home,” Sam replied while not looking up from where he was removing his civilian clothing from his go-bag; he knew Bucky was in a mood.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked, gesturing to Sam’s new, sleek suit.

“My Cap suit, duh,” Sam replied.

“What happened to the other goddamn suit?” asked Bucky with his hands on his hips.

“Nothing, I just got an upgrade.”

“This,” said Bucky, stepping closer and waving his Vibranium arm around. “This is an upgrade? What was Shuri thinking? Letting you out in this. Your arms are all – exposed. And your neck? What the hell? There’s no protection for your neck or your head.”

“Bucky, come on,” said Sam, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “The suit’s amazing. I took a direct hit from some type of blaster and didn’t even feel it.”

“Yeah, I saw that shit.”

“How’d you see that?”

“I heard you guys were called out and I hacked a low-Earth orbit satellite’s transponder,” said Bucky like that was a completely normal thing to do.

Sam looked at Bucky with an incredulous look on his face.

“You’re using secret fuckin’ Thunderbolts tech to hack satellites to spy on me while I work?”

“Yeah, and for good reason,” Bucky replied. “Sue me.”

“You’re gonna lose your secret anti-hero spy gig if you keep this shit up, Buck.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, Samuel.”

Sam let out a sigh.

“The suit’s fine. I’m fine. Can we not do this right now? I know you’re probably feeling some kinda way because I replaced the suit you had designed for me, but –”

“This ain’t about the goddamn suit, Sam,” said Bucky, inching closer and narrowing his gaze. “It’s about you doing reckless hero shit in a team full o’ heroes. Why did you have to draw the enemy fire? You took a fuckin’ hit today. You could’ve – shit. You could’ve. What if you didn’t –”

“Didn’t what?” asked Sam, holding Bucky’s firm gaze.

“What if you didn’t make it, uh? What then? The world’s just ‘sposed to go on without Captain America? I’m supposed to go on without you?”

“Buck, don’t. That’s not the deal.”

“No, Sam. I know we talked about this,” said Bucky, his voice softening as he placed a hand to Sam’s upper arm. “I know we said we’d stay out of each other’s work stuff. That we do what we gotta do, and then come home to each other, but you took a fuckin’ direct hit today in this new suit that hasn’t been real-world-battle-tested and I nearly lost my mind.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It scared me, Sammy. I thought I lost you,” said Bucky, his voice quiet and low.

“Hey,” said Sam, moving closer. “I’m right here, Baby. I’m okay.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist and drew him into an embrace. Sam placed both hands to the sides of Bucky’s face. They stared at one another for a beat. It was a moment that felt brief but also eternal.

“I’m sorry for pickin’ a fight with you,” said Bucky as he closed his eyes, leaned forward, and rubbed his nose against Sam’s. “When it comes to you and your safety, I lose all my good sense.”

They breathed each other in and let the tension fall away.

“Aww, Baby, be careful. You only had a little bit of good sense to start with,” Sam joked, causing Bucky to laugh as his frustration dissipated as his affection for Sam took over and banished the fear.

“Good point,” Bucky replied, before he kissed Sam’s forehead. “I just love you so much, Dollface.”

“I know, Buck. I love you, too.”

The pair stared into one another’s eyes once more before bringing their lips together in a languid kiss. They stayed that way for a while, kissing and holding one another. Bucky rans his hands over the new suit making sure Sam was really unharmed. After a while, Sam pulled back a little and let Bucky examine the suit better.

“It’s king shit, right?” Sam asked, turning his backside to Bucky while looking over his shoulder. “I look fine as fuck. Look at my ass, Bucky. Look at it. Everyone’s gonna be lookin’ at it in this suit. The internet is gonna break.”

Bucky knit his brow and gave his most annoyed expression.

“Aww,” Sam said, cupping Bucky’s face and pressing a kiss to his nose. “I’m just playin’. They can all look, but you’re the only one who gets to touch.”

“Damn fuckin’ right,” said Bucky as he grabbed Sam’s hips and pulled him in for a searing kiss. “C’mon, let’s get you home and outta that suit. Wanna get my hands on that ass of yours.”

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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cellythefloshie · 2 years ago

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ＩＭＡＧＩＮＥ: Designing a Jersey for the Devils and Catching the Attention of Captain Nico Hischier Celly’s 300 Follower Appreciation

-since his draft, Newark was his home

-a home that was often lost among some of the greatest cities in america

-new york was a mere 35-minute drive over the bay the area was full of opportunity

-broadway shows, concerts, and some of the best restaurants in the country

-Nico never failed to have anything to do during his downtime

-but in cities so crowded it was difficult to make connections beyond his teammates and their wives or girlfriends

-and it was the team that brought you to his attention

-you were an up-and-coming designer in the fashion world

-and the team had reached out to the commission you to design their jersey for one of the themed nights that they hosted every year

-this was something Nico wasn’t too involved in the process of

-but he would see you around the building in passing

-and was constantly left wondering who you were

-it wasn’t until the jerseys were approved, made and ready to be photographed that he met you officially

-naturally, as the captain of the team Nico was asked to model the jersey for their announcement

-it would be his face plastered on social media in your design

-and he took his photos

-posed as he was directed

-but his eyes were constantly drawn to you as you watched him from behind the camera

-“do we have another jersey available?” Nico questions quickly messing up one of the shots

-but he had an idea and he wasn’t going to remain silent about it

-the media team was able to provide a second jersey - the one they were using for aesthetic shots

-one that did not bare any name but in its place the cause it was made to support

-nico took it in his hands and approached you almost a little nervously

-and he requested that they get pictures of you in the jersey you designed

-he had almost expected you to reject the offer

-but you showed no hesitation

-you carefully put the jersey on

-making sure not to cause it any damage or transfer any makeup onto it

-and when you were happy with how the jersey rested on your frame you moved into the scene

-he shouldn't have been surprised with how much of a natural you were in front of the camera

-you were in the fashion world after all

-and you held his attention the entire time

-it had even left him smiling

-your personality and charisma unlike anything he had experienced in a very long time

-and it was him that had become intimidated and shy in your presence

-it only worsened when the photographer decided it was time to get a few shots of the two of you together

-he was hesitant to go back into the frame

-but you welcomed him with a smile

-the shots started out a little more candid than the others

-but as Nico became more comfortable with you the better the photographs became

-best of all he ended up having a lot of fun

-Nico didn’t see you again until game night when you were welcomed back by the organization to celebrate

-you were part of the pregame ceremony and the media team made sure to get a few pictures of you with Nico, and some of the fan favourites before you were dismissed to enjoy the game with those you asked to join you

-but before you could slip away down the tunnel Nico was calling out to you

-they were cleaning up the carpets so they didn’t need him on the ice for the first face-off just yet but he was short on time

-so he had to be quick

-his words were blurted out seemingly all at once as he asked you to grab dinner after the game

-he wasn’t sure how to gage your reaction at first as your features seemed to go blank

-but then your confident smile grew and while he couldn’t hear you over the roar of the crowd he saw you nod and point to instagram on your phone

-he would find you there after the game

-when the game was finished and he was cleaned up nico was quick to scan through your instagram and slid into your DM’s

-soon he found you in the parking lot after the game

-he didn’t know exactly where to take you as he asked you out of impulse as he was worried he would never see you again

-but you knew the perfect place for a late-night bite

-it would become the first date of many

-dates that included introducing him to the world of fashion, galleries, eclectic restaurants and even your own studio

-and not a single moment intimidated you

-that was until he began to introduce you to his teammates as his girlfriend and much like you had introduced him to your world of fashion, you were drawn into the life of being a WAG

#nico hischier #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey rpf #nhl rpf #;; { it took all my willpower to keep this a blurb }#;; { because I could easily turn this into a fic }#;; { i have a fc in mind for an oc already }#;; { and they would be so damn cute }#;;300

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bilightningwhumper · 9 months ago

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Shadow of a Shield (Old Version)

~plans to rewrite/modify~

Prologue

Masterlist . Next>>

Summary:

Steve goes back to 1949 with the intention of living the rest of his life out with Peggy. Instead, he finds an unexpected surprise. Jumping through time up until the end of Endgame.

Ao3 Link

Sometime in 1949

Steve trekked through the woods slowly. Hopefully, this was the right direction toward a particular house. Returning the stones felt faster than this short walk from town.

Luckily, no one recognized him as Captain America, though roughly three years had passed.

He wasn't sure how he would explain this to Peggy yet. Time travel alone would be odd enough. Then again, she had seen him turn from a sickly scrawny man into a tall, muscular supersoldier. So anything was possible. If nothing else, his scent had probably remained unchanged.

Just as the trees started to part, he heard an achingly familiar voice calling out.

"Jamie? Jamie, dearest, where did you run off to?"

Peeking around the last of the trees, he saw a pup, maybe two or three years old, toddling around the back of a small cottage.

She kept picking up rocks, frowning at them before dropping them for the next. Short wispy brown hair fluttered around her face in the soft summer breeze. If Steve didn't know better, he'd think she was a younger Peggy. But she was too young to be Peggy's daughter. And it couldn't be a niece either because her brother was dead. So who-?

He accidentally stepped on a twig, snapping himself out of his thoughts.

Sharp blue eyes met his own. Startled, he froze, thoughts racing.

This didn't make any sense. This girl looked like she could be Peggy and his daughter. Their pup.

"Jamie!"

The wind changed direction as Peggy stepped out of the cottage. Both her scent and the pup's drifted to him. Peggy's was still familiar: foxglove mixed with the smell of rain before a storm.

The pup's, on the other hand…

Steve had to fight back a protective growl. Somehow, this pup was his. She had no unique scent yet, being so small. It was still a mix of Peggy's and his own.

Jamie, he assumed now, toddled towards Peggy, holding up a stone.

Peggy smiled, kneeling to the child's height. "What's this, love?" she asked, taking the offered pebble.

"Pops in the woods," Jamie said, so softly Steve barely heard her with his advanced hearing.

He darted back around the tree, not before missing the shocked look on Peggy's face.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" he heard her ask.

"In the woods." the pup insisted, sounding frustrated.

Steve didn't have to look at Peggy to see her sigh and fond look. "Well, why don't you go inside and let Uncle Jarvis get you ready for dinner? I'll give this to your Pops."

He could hear shuffling and started to panic. Should he just go now? Leave without them ever knowing? Go back to the future to be with Bucky instead?

"Steve?" Peggy's voice tentatively called out, startling him out of his thoughts. Her scent grew stronger as leaves snapped and crunched nearby. "Steve, is that you?"

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out from behind the tree, coming face to face with Peggy. "Hi." he breathed out softly.

She didn't look as surprised as he expected. Startled but was not surprised. "You're older," she said simply.

He chuckled, scratching behind his neck. "It's a long story."

Peggy's small smile made him melt inside. "I've no doubt." She looked behind her towards the house. "But I don't think we have time for you to tell it."

That made him pause. "Peggy, I came back to be with you. So we could grow old together."

Her laugh was sad as she turned back to him, that faint smile still there. "I'm not surprised. But your place is with Bucky. We both know that. He's your mate." Before he could say anything, she said, "Your scent isn't sour again, like when you learned about the 107th or when Bucky fell off the train. So either you've found him again somehow, or you've moved on."

His throat grew tighter. Peggy could always see right through him.

"But our pup…."

Peggy gave him a sharp look. "Jamie deserves a normal life. I've kept her safe this long."

He raised his hands, backing away. "It's just…" he hesitated before continuing, "You never mentioned Jamie. And I haven't seen her before now. In the future, that is."

That made her tense. The silence was almost unbearable as she faced the house.

"Jamie is unique," she said finally. The breeze blew her hair back, her scent filling the air. "She will find you when she's ready."

Before he could say anything, she turned and took his hand. With the other, she pressed something small into his palm.

"Trust me, Steve." Peggy looked deep into his eyes, her smile sad and scent content. "Trust our pup. Go home."

And with that, she left, her scent yet again doomed to be a memory.

Looking into his palm, he saw the small stone his pup had picked up earlier.

Jamie.

Taking a breath, Steve let out a sigh. He turned away from the house to teleport back to the present. Back to Bucky. Back home.

Hopefully, he’ll find his pup.

— — — — — —

2016-Fall

Footsteps pounded down a metal hallway. An unimpressed woman looked up towards her door in a dimly lit, colorless office. At that rate, anyone coming to Mariya Ivanov’s office never brought pleasant news. How inconvenient.

She listened to the newcomer stop at her door.

A few heartbeats later, there was a knock.

Mariya rolled her eyes and monotoned, “Come in.”

A frazzled technician came in, stuttering, “Ma’am, I apol- I’m sor- What I mean to say is-”

“Spit it out or leave.” she snapped, letting out a low snarl.

The tech snapped to attention, bowing their head submissively. “Apologies, Madam Ivanov. I came to report the Black Widow Project is terminated. Romanoff and her companions destroyed the Red Room. We received the security footage right before it went down.”

Mariya held back a groan. Very inconvenient. It looks like her plans would have to accelerate.

“Very well,” she said, standing. “It seems we must take matters into our own hands, bringing HYDRA back to its former glory.”

Striding out the door, the technician scrambled behind her as the posted guard outside fell in line to follow. Both men said nothing as the alpha’s aura radiated annoyance, even without her displeased scent.

“Dreykov and Madam B were on the right track, but they always hesitated when it came to core biology,” she said as they entered a vast dismal lab as foreboding as her office had been. Scientists, guards, and technicians all stood to attention and bowed their heads in her direction as she approached the center of the room.

The cryostasis chamber in the middle of the room drew her gaze, as it always did. An eager and hungry smile came across her face. “They always took out the option of breeding. But now we can finally see if raising a Widow from scratch, then using it for breeding will create more promising results. Phase One was successful. It’s time to begin Phase Two.”

Behind her, several exchanged glances. Some were awed, some uneasy, all apprehensive.

As if hearing their thoughts, Mariya rounded to them, sharpening her glare. “Get ready to begin the de-thawing process. We won’t be making the same mistakes as the Winter Soldier project. No brainwashing with equipment or chemicals. Both have proven to be faulty. We raise the subject traditionally. I will be its main trainer. Anyone assisting will be vetted and approved by me. Contact the other team and tell them we are moving forward. They should be prepared to come to join us here.”

Her personal guard stepped forward, bowing as everyone else clambered about the room. “Ma’am, if I may offer my assistance?”

She inclined her head. “Of what, Nikolaev?”

“My mate, ma’am. She is an omega and a Widow still loyal to HYDRA. You could transfer her here to help train the child.”

Mulling over his words, Mariya considered the man before her. He was only a beta, but he had proven his loyalty to the cause and her many a time.

“If you trust your mate to be as loyal as you have been,” she finally said. “I will consider it.”

As he bowed again, backing away, she turned to the cryostasis chamber. A still, frozen, terrified sleeping face of a young pup, around ten years old, could be seen behind the frosted glass. She could barely keep from licking her lips as her smile grew yet again.

Finally.

— — — — — —

2018-Spring

Tётушка and дядя met each other’s eyes before дядя left to the door, where shouting panicked voices could be heard, and loud noises soon followed. Not alarms? It hurt her ears.

Electricity sizzled out as the cattle prod clattered to the floor. Jamie scrambled back as

Master disappeared before her eyes. What was going on? Was this a trick?

“Come, Солнышко. We don’t have much time.” Tётушка said as дядя crossed the room.

Whimpering softly, Jamie yipped as her injuries were jostled. Tётушка didn’t let up their hold, though, which was strange. She whined louder, scared.

They shushed her softly as дядя came back to hurry them out.

“We have to be quiet, Солнышко. I don’t know what’s happening, but this may be our only chance to get you home.”

Jamie went quiet at that. Home? Really?

“Mama?” she whispered shakily.

Looking down at her with that sad smile that always answered her small whispers, Tётушка said. “No, Солнышко. Not your mama. Your pops, remember?”

No, no, that wasn’t right. Mama said not yet. Pops didn’t know her yet.

“Not yet,” she whined. “Not yet.”

Tётушка met дядя ‘s eyes again. Jamie couldn’t tell their thoughts this time.

“We’ll take her to Kamar-Taj with us. The Supreme Sorcerer should know what to do,” he said before turning to wave his hands in the air.

Jamie’s eyes widened as golden sparks floated through the air to make a circle in the air. Inside didn’t look like behind it. A moving picture? No, it wasn’t black and white and looked real.

дядя stepped through and held out a hand to them. Tётушка took it, and he pulled the both of them through as the circle disappeared. It wasn’t any quieter on this side, but everything was new and different.

Strange new voices and different noises rang against her ears. Jamie whimpered more, hiding her face in Tётушка ‘s shoulder. They were away from the scary place, she could feel that much. But the foreign surroundings were still unnerving.

A door opened, letting more sound in, which caused Jamie to jam her hands over her poor ears, crying out before she could stop herself. It quickly cut off as whoever the newcomer was shut it behind them before speaking.

“Liam Stern? What are you doing here? I thought you were under deep cover in Russia?” A man’s voice spoke, confused but kind.

дядя answered the stranger. “Plans changed. We need help. Do you know what’s going on?”

Jamie looked up to the newcomer as he sighed.

He was a bigger man. Darker skin than дядя or Tётушка, kind of brownish. Kind of like her Uncle Jimmy’s, but not as much as Happy Sam’s. He was big but like a teddy bear rather than scary. His scent reminded her of the teas she’d tried once with Mama.

“If the message I received is right, our current Sorcerer Supreme, Dr. Stephan Strange, lost his fight against Thanos. All of the Avengers did. Now half of the universe’s population is disappearing as we speak.”

All of the adults grew grim, and Tётушка’s arms tightened around her. Jamie squirmed, trying not to cry out again.

That got everyone’s attention anyway, and she hid her face away.

“Hello, little one.” the strange man said kindly, coming forward. “What’s your name?”

Jamie curled up more into herself, chewing on her tongue. Was this a trick?

“It’s okay, Солнышко, you’re safe here.”

Still not quite sure, she mumbled into Tётушка’s shirt. “M’ name’s Jamie. M-master tried to call me pet, but Tётушка and дядя help me remember m’ name every day.”

The man made a noise. She heard movement and smelled his scent change to something else as he said, “Is this-”

дядя cut in. “Yes. We found her. But she’s insistent that we don’t bring her to her father yet.”

Jamie pouted, looking up sharply. “Mama said I know when ready. Not ready.”

Tётушка let out a small laugh as the other two smiled.

Her face burned as she shrunk down again. She spoke out of turn. She wasn’t supposed to do that. But why were they laughing?

“She’s spirited. That’s good.” The man turned to her, gaze warm. “My name is Wong, little one. Welcome to Kamar-Taj. You’ll fit right in.”

— — — — — —

2023-Fall

Coming back to the future, or rather the present, was still hectic. Bucky was surprised, but even he couldn’t hide his happy scent. That alone let Steve know he’d made the right choice.

They all returned to the tower, where everyone had been staying while things were being salvaged from the compound. Tony was still in recovery back at Wakanda, but he was awake now.

Natasha had gone there as well to get a medical exam. They weren’t sure what aftereffects there would be after her coming back with returning the soul stone.

After a lot of hesitating, as well as a lot of supportive “encouraging” [read: pestering] from Sam and Bucky, Steve called up Tony.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Capsicle. Not coming to see me in person?”

Steve chuckled. “I’m retired now. The shield has been passed to Sam.”

The line went quiet at that. “Wow, soldier boy is actually stepping down. Never thought I’d see the day.”

He shifted in his chair, leaning back. “Nothing lasts forever. I’m going to live my life now. Wars will keep happening. There will always be bullies. But I think we both have things to keep now.”

“Taking a page from my book then? White picket fence? House in the country or middle of the woods?”

“Something like that.” Deciding to bite the bullet, he said, “Listen, Tony. When you were a kid, did Peggy ever mention someone named Jamie? She’d probably be around her late seventies by now.”

Everything went so quiet again, Steve wasn’t sure if the line had gone dead.

“Tony?”

A shaky sigh, then, “Steve… Jamie’s dead.”

Steve’s blood froze as Tony continued.

“She was Aunt Peggy’s daughter. I found a picture of her once at Aunt Peggy’s house and asked. It was definitely a sore spot for her because she looked heartbroken, even if she tried to hide it. The picture disappeared after that too. If I remember right, she was adopted after the war. Orphaned because of the bombings. But when she was ten, there was a car crash, and… She didn’t make it. Aunt Peggy was in there with her. It was a miracle she survived.”

Everything started going fuzzy as he zoned out. Faintly, Steve could hear Bucky coming into the room. That brought him back enough into the present to answer Tony’s recounting.

“Tony, I-” he swallowed hard. “I saw her and-”

“Steve? What happened?”

Putting his head in his hand, Steve mumbled into the phone. “Jamie’s my daughter… My pup. Peggy must have had her after the crash. We’d had a one-night stand right before and…” He choked up, covering his mouth as tears pricked his eyes. Bucky’s arm came around his shoulders, and he leaned into it gratefully.

For the third time, the line went quiet. “God, Steve. I’m sorry. If you need anyone to talk to…”

“I know,” he said, voice quivering. “I’ll call you later. Keep resting.”

Steve hung up right after Tony said goodbye. As Bucky pulled him into his arms, he sobbed. Just when he had found his pup, she was gone again.

—

A hooded figure listened in across the street, perched on a nearby building. Iron Lad's customized earpieces helped her tune in certain noises and cancel the rest. He probably didn’t intend for her to use them like this, but he would understand if he knew.

Activating her private coms, she called home. Once the line was picked up, she said, “He knows now.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

Jamie hesitated. “Not yet. He thinks I’m dead now. Tony told him Mama’s cover story that the news got. And we don’t know where Mariya is.”

Tётушка’s laughter came across the line with дядя ’s sigh in the background. “Now, Солнышко. You wouldn’t be stalling now, would you?”

Standing, she grumbled, “Even if I was, I’m still being sensible. …Right?”

“Yes,” Tётушка said. “He’s still your father, but you know we’ll be behind you in whatever you decide to do.”

Lights started turning out in the tower across from her. The sadness in Steve’s voice still rang in her ears, his sobs echoing in her thoughts. She knew she was making the right decision in waiting for now, but she couldn’t keep putting it off. Her time at Kamar-Taj had taught her much, as well as her training from Tётушка. But now that the world had gone back to “normal,” their home in Brooklyn wouldn’t be as safe anymore.

“Come home, Солнышко. Your dinner is getting cold.”

Jamie smiled at that. “I don’t know how pb&j can go cold.” But she did as she was told and portalled home.

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Sorry if this seems rushed. Beginnings aren't my strong suit, but everything needs to start somewhere. Hope you liked it! [Edited: hope anyone returning likes the longer content!] Russian used: Солнышко - little sun дядя - uncle Tётушка - aunty (Тётя - aunt)

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thebibliomancer · 8 months ago

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Universe X #0

Graduating from Earth and skipping past solar system or galaxy right to universe. Still don’t know what the X means.

So… Universe X.

Earth X was popular enough that of course it got a sequel. It was confident enough to put sequel hooks in the last issue Earth X #X.

This is an issue #0 so it is short on plot and long on set up.

Earth X intro’d with Uatu luring Aaron Stack through a monolith portal, stealing his skin, angrily lecturing him on the entire history of Earth, and then revealing he’d been blinded and needed Aaron to be the new Watcher.

Universe X starts at the end of Earth X, Gargoyle reporting that Captain America lit the first of the Human Torches Reed invented to burn the Terrigen out of the atmosphere and wondering if he himself will be able to become human again.

Before Nighthawk bluntly tells him no.

Our narrators are different this time. Nighthawk uncontrollably getting visions of the past, present, and future and relaying them to Gargoyle who writes them down.

This dynamic was discussed in one of the appendices from last time. But now it’s front and center.

Between the two of them and later Angel popping in to bring them groceries, they cover so many topics. Right off the bat, Universe X seems less cohesive than Earth X was.

But that makes a sort of sense. Earth X was all about revealing the Celestials were behind everything and all to birth a new Celestial out of Earth.

But with the giant space robot gods driven off and the egg slurped out by Galactus, now the narrative can fray and go in different directions and follow up on the mess the previous series left.

So here’s the picture this issue #0 paints of the post-slurpening world.

Earth is shifting on its axis. The Arctic will melt, New York and Africa will freeze, and England will become tropical.

Speaking of England, it has apparently become boss of the world. Black Bolt’s son becomes the new king of England and new king of Inhumans. And most everyone on Earth is an Inhuman now.

The food shortages that were a problem last series continue to be a problem. The Russian grain silos are running on fumes.

Reed Richards created the Human Torches to burn the terrigen out of the atmosphere but Nighthawk foresees that those who like their new Inhuman powers and lifespans will snuff out the torches before anyone can be cured.

A mob led by Immortus, who is Pope now, for some reason??

The birth of super special baby Mar-Vell from Adam Warlock and Her cause a great anger in the mob. Inhumanity can't make baby so a baby being born threatens that the powers and longevity might be at risk. Mar-Vell is hidden somewhere to grow up out of reach but Her gets taken and held hostage.

Once he’s old enough to embark on his mission to “save everyone, whether they like it or not”, Captain America will become his bodyguard.

Still in that flag toga. Did nobody offer him a shirt?

Cap needs a new purpose now that American democracy is basically dead. Texas Jack becomes First Lawman of the US and England controls the world. No wonder Cap is down to babysit.

On top of all that, a group called the Tong of Creel is going around collecting the pieces of “the murderer who killed all of Washington DC” and a group of death worshipers called the Sons of Set fear Death has been weakened by most everyone on the single planet of Earth becoming long lived Inhumans and so seek to empower her.

Look, basically, saving Earth from the Celestials was all well and good but now there’s so many problems still happening despite or because of that and maybe humanity is still doomed.

Maybe that’s why Mar-Vell wants to save everyone.

And this was brought up too blatantly not to think it will be important but Angel, Nighthawk, and Gargoyle speculate on why there are so many devils that bedevil the marvel universe. What role does the devil serve in a cosmology where the Celestials are gods and all life exists to make more Celestials?

So that’s what we have to look forward to in Universe X. The world is in dire straights. We’ll probably learn even more true secrets behind reality. Mar-Vell is up to something.

I can’t say I have a good grasp on where things are going. Universe X is just less focused than Earth X. With tie-in books galore so it can explore its fill of tangents.

Universe X isn’t as beloved or influential as Earth X. But I’m still too curious to not dip back into the Noun X story.

Universe X #0 isn’t followed by #1 but by one of those tie-ins. So next post will be on Universe X Special: 4.

#universe x #earth x #liveblog #nighthawk #gargoyle #honestly surprised the Krakoa era didn't yoink the Earth X and Universe X and Paradise X titles #while they were slapping Thing of X and Thing of the Thing of the X on every book they could think of

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destinyc1020 · 10 months ago

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The problem really is the men in this era (and its fixation on white men in particular)

the women aren't having issues in my opinion when it comes to utilizing their star power and building their brand b/c alot of them have successfully utilized fashion as part of their image, timmy is the only one who has zero shame (😭😭😭) but these ( (white)men just dont have the thing that really makes them stand out as like I gotta go to the movie theatre and watch them on the big screen.

I think we have a great crop of women who are currently dominating the industry or will very soon. Jenna ortega, zendaya, anya, flo, saoirse sydney , margot, tessa thompson , taylor russell etc and then add in the number of black women who are also so talented and just need the right movie to help them hit the mainstream and make it big.

I mean, you DO have a point Anon! It doesn't seem to be the women having any issues lol 🤣

But like you mentioned, the women also have the fashion side of things to get their names and stars bigger and having people talk about them as well.

With that said, I don't think we're being fair to the men... I mean, Timmy has already proven that he can be a box office draw imo, and he's definitely Hollywood's Male "Darling" and he has Directors wanting to work with him. Michael B. Jordan is also one who I think people would go to the theaters to watch, especially if the film is a good one. His films make MONEY! "Black Panther", The "Creed" franchise. He also not only starred in, but also directed "Creed 3", and wasn't it one of the highest-grossing sports film in history? 🤔

Tom as well (is Tom considered a "Millennial"? 🤔).... I'm not sure if he's considered a "Millennial" or just a geriatric Gen Z'er tbh lol 😅 (it seems nobody can agree lol), but if he does fall into the "Baby Millennial" category, then I'd say that Tom is also definitely a "Movie Star" and has many successful films under his belt.

Austin too is definitely going places. "Elvis" did really well in theaters. I'm not sure what his draw will be box-office-wise with a non-biopic film, but I can definitely see people already are interested in watching him onscreen... So, he's definitely one who's very promising to watch also.

Chris Evans had a very promising trajectory, especially with his super fame due to playing Captain America in the Marvel films, but it seems like his films outside of Marvel don't necessarily have people saying: "OMG I have to see the new Chris Evans movie!" But he's done some successful films outside of Marvel ("Knives Out"), so I won't discount him just yet lol. 😅

Robert Pattinson is a good actor, and people seem to like a lot of his films too. They may not always be blockbusters, but he's definitely a household name, thanks to the "Twilight" franchise, and "The Batman" as well.

Also, don't sleep on Daniel (Kaluuya), Barry or Paul (Mescal) either. They're definitely going places, and Daniel has already won a ton of awards, and has been in VERY good high-grossing and popular films himself ("Get Out", "Black Panther).

I think we're selling the men a little short Anon lol.... 😅

But yea, the times we're living in are NOT like the times of Leo and Brad and Tom Cruise in their primes. Our generation has a lot more stuff to contend with, and the look of fame is totally different I feel than it was back in the Hollywood "Golden Years" lol . Maybe that's just me? 🤷🏾‍♀️

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annisseta · 2 months ago

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Team

English is not my mother tongue, I hope you like it.

Being a shield agent was the worst thing that could happen to her, not because of the demands of the job or the time one has to have a social life, but because of the fact that she was constantly seeing Captain America in that suit too good for humanity, especially if she unconsciously sought contact with him.

This day was a special day, there was a beautiful opportunity to talk to him with more confidence, the human resources department had given an announcement for a team activity for better coexistence between agents and those things she didn't care much about.

The activity was very simple to give a gift for orphanage children, they did it several times a year but this time she would take the initiative to ask steve rogers if he wanted to team up with her.

when she found him she realized that he was about to enter the elevator so she hurried to run to catch him, if he hadn't seen her she would have hit the door giving herself a good blow, she arrived panting next to steve, she was nervous and above all shy, with only a few seconds she recomposed her breathing to smile as kindly as she could.

-Good morning captain, thank you for not letting me knock on the door hahaha.

She tried to sound friendly but melted inside to see him smile as he always does, she couldn't stand to see him for long so she focused on the elevator door.

-I hope you get to where you need to go on time-

Steve spoke nonchalantly, but it was impossible for her ears not to turn red, she just thought over and over about how to make the invitation, she thought about what would bother him or if he wasn't interested at all but they were orphans, how could they not want to.

He steeled himself after a few seconds of overthinking and also seeing that they were about to reach the floor where Steve was apparently going to get off.

-Captain, excuse my curiosity, but what do you think of the human resources activity?

It was a quick question and I didn't even look at him so as not to see his reaction but the silence on his part was not normal so I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, apparently he had taken out his cell phone.

-Captain?

-Oh I found it, it seems like a good action, sorry, I'm not aware of the usual activities in the missions.

She swallowed thickly and then let out a laugh that she tried to go unnoticed since she was even more nervous, apparently he had no idea.

-And would you like to participate?

It was a step, with this question he would know if he would continue with his own mission, Steve continued thinking about it and then answered.

-maybe yes, why not-

She bit the inside of her cheek, Steve had no idea about the activity, he couldn't help but wonder if he would comment on teaming up, besides the fact that his answers were short and direct, it gave the impression that he didn't want to talk to her.

Even though she had everything against her inside her head, she went for it all or nothing, but she didn't get the timing right so the door opened and the captain set off on his way, taking long and strong steps making it difficult for her to reach him.

-Damn it, Captain Rogers!-

She shouted and her voice echoed in the parking lot, embarrassment took over her when he turned to look at her intently, she had never felt his cheeks so hot, she was silent for a few moments before speaking forcefully

-Do you want to be my partner for the delivery of the gift for the children of the orphanage? I'm talking about the human resources activity-

I didn't look away, I was waiting for the answer and I only received a kind smile from him causing a hole in my stomach quickly

-Yes, just choose two gifts and look for me to give you my share so you can buy them-

I smiled with false joy while I nodded my head vigorously watching him say goodbye happily and without any apparent problem, this time he had lost a battle but not the war, he was not going to give up on his mission to spend time with Steve Rogers. failures 1 attempts 1 conviction 100%

#steve rogers #capitan america #steve x reader #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #fem reader

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deedo2313 · 11 months ago

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Fuck it Friday

So, I've been tagged by the lovely and incredibly talented @thekristen999

From what I've figured how it works, is that you post a part of a wip you are working on and then tag someone else to do the same.

Well why not... I did use to actually write fics (a very long time ago, when I didn’t fully appreciate how much free time I had at my disposal) but haven’t done so in quite a while. Looking through my stuff I do have quite a few wips that never got posted anywhere (and probably never will) like that 7k smutty Spuffy Christmas fic that I've been meaning to finish every year around November/early December... for the past 18 years 😅

I've decided to go with something more recent from a couple of years back, before Infinity War & Endgame and the Russo brothers completely ruined the MCU for me by destroying every single (found) family and making it impossible for me to enjoy any of the other movies without that painful tinge of heartbreak & sorrow and just this profound fury at what is to come (but that is a rant for another time).

Anyway, the fic is called Stuck in the Middle with You and it’s a very self indulgent epic saga following BAMF Darcy Lewis and her two lovers and covert triple agents Jack Rollins and Brock Rumlow from the end of Thor through most the other MCU movies. I did actually spent a couple of months plotting it all out and have written several parts of it in no particular order, but then just never found the time to write down most of it properly, and isn’t it just fascinating how eloquently you can spin a narrative when you're laying half awake in bed for a relaxed lazy morning but when you try to write it down later all you can produce is "there were people and things happened" lol

Also, I've decided I'm too old to feel guilty about my ships and I'm not open to judgement about my choices. If you don't like them, I don’t care.

So to finally cut all that rambling short...

Darcy had timed her arrival just right to be conveniently in front of Secretary Pierce’s office as Captain America strides off in the direction of the elevator. She manages to catch his attention just as he is about to board the lift.

“Captain Rogers,” she calls, hurrying after him, “if you have just a moment, sir, there is an urgent report I need you to read and sign off on.”

She can see the indecision in the confused tilt of his eyebrows as he turns to regard her, but luckily his manners win out once again and he stops just inside the elevator doors.

Darcy angles the tablet she holds out in his direction away from the security cameras. She doesn’t think what she is about to show him would be ligible on the feed, but better safe than sorry.

“It will only take a moment” she tells him and waits as he peruses the message.

DON'T REACT OPENLY. SURVEILLANCE!

HYDRA HAS INFILTRATED SHIELD!

PEARCE THE HEAD.

TAKE USB. READ ON PC WITHOUT INTERNET CONNECTION ONLY!

SGT. BARNES IS ALIVE & IN HYDRA CAPTIVITY.

PEARCE PLANS TO HAVE HIS MEN ARREST YOU ON THE WAY DOWN.

RUMLOW & ROLLINS GOT YOUR BACK.

MAKE FIGHT BELIEVABLE

Shocked blue eyes fly up to meet hers and she tries to convey as much sincerity and confidence as the situation allows while she covertly nudges the usb stick she had concealed behind the tablet into his hand.

He seems to get his facial expression under control in the next moment and goes through the motions of signing off on a report.

“Thank you Agent - “ he nods at her and she is about let him step back into the elevator when three agents she thinks she recognises from STRIKE Team Beta suddenly crowd close and herd her into the elevator with them calling for the Lobby and the doors close before she has a chance to step back out.

Well shit!

A couple of floors down the doors open again and another handful of operatives she doesn’t recognise and Brock get on.

“Excuse me,” She tries to shuffle to the doors to make her escape, but she’s boxed in by an unmoving veritable wall of muscle.

They seem to be ignoring her on purpose and while the Captain starts to bristle at the obvious disrespect they are showing her she hopes it's because they are just regular assholes who are trying to get under her skin and not because someone got suspicious of her actions in the past couple of weeks and decided not to wait for Project Insight’s launch to get rid of her.

Brock has his back to her and Captain Rogers, but as he assesses the situation out of the corner of his eye she can see the exact moment he notices her. His eyes widen just a fraction and his shoulders grow impossibly even more tense as he suppresses the urge to reach out for her, knowing Sitwell is keeping a close eye on the proceedings through the security feeds.

At the next stop she gets squished even farther back when Jack boards the car with Michaels and Gregson in tow.

He notices her right away, though and his expression shutters from his professional scowl to just blank, his gaze flicking over to Brock and they seem to carry a whole conversation with pointed look and a quirk of eyebrows.

She has resigned herself to not getting off the elevator any time soon and contemplates how to get out of the center where the action will take place.

“Lewis!” Brock’s sharp call interrupts her thoughts, “Do you have the specs ready for me to brief the team on the next mission? The timetable has been moved up.”

“Yes Commander.” she easily plays along and this time the wall of muscle actually parts for her when she moves in his direction. She holds her tablet out for him and Jack steps closer on her other side under the pretense of reading over the mission specs as well.

When the elevator jolts to a sudden stop she is ready and confident in their ability to keep her safe.

Steve had pocketed the usb drive and tried to project a calm exterior while his thoughts were raging in a tumultuous tornado.

Shield infiltrated by Hydra? Bucky alive? How could this even be possible? With Hydra’s influence reaching as far as Pierce, whom could he even still trust? Had Fury known? Was that why he had been killed?

On the other hand what reason would the pretty brunette have for making something so outrageous up? And it would be an explanation for all the things that didn’t add up lately.

As the the elevator filled with only the biggest and burliest agents her warning of this being a set up to quietly bring him into custody at the very least seemed to be true.

She obviously hadn't planned to be trapped right alongside him, though.

He kept a wary eye on his surroundings as the agents got in position around him and felt a lance of concern as her continued attempts to leave the elevator remained unsuccessful.

He was just about to intervene on her behalf when Rumlow called her over.

As he observed the STRIKE Commander and his second, who had stepped closer onto Lewis’ other side, he noticed their rigid postures and the tense glances they shared as they bracketed Lewis between them.

She did say they were on his side and their obvious concern for the low ranked agent that basically screamed helpless civilian seemed to corroborate her story.

They seemed to come to some kind of decision and just as the first fist flew towards his face he saw Rollins herd Lewis into the farthest corner where he surreptitiously passed her one of his shock batons and effectively shielded her from the rest of the elevator and the camera's eye with his considerable bulk.

Soon enough only Rumlow and Rollins were the last ones left standing and Lewis wedged in her corner from where she'd covertly taken out one or two men with the taser and made sure a couple of the others stayed down.

He abandoned his attempt to say something when all three of them threw a quick glance at the cracked but apparently still working security camera above their heads and Rumlow tapped his com unit once to let him know everything would be monitored.

They rolled their shoulders and he had only a short moment of reprieve where Rumlow mouthed “Make it look believable.” at him with his back to the camera before they were both on him.

“Sorry, Cap, it’s nothing personal.”

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Since I just got back here after my several years long hiatus, I have no idea whom to tag or who all is even still around, so if you wanna do it, feel yourself tagged <3

#Fuck it Friday #my writing #Darcy Lewis #Darcy x Rumlow x Rollins #fanfic

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loveclerc · 2 years ago

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ BOOKS & CREVICES !

pairing : bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary : the life of a mysterious author and a runaway assassin.

genre : narrative, fluff

warning(s) : mentions of food and nightmares

word count : 1,753 words

You’re an anonymous author and have been since you were sixteen. Your debut novel was a huge hit, as were the rest of your published novels. Writing should be what you do every day, but it isn’t. You do daily stuff like getting the groceries, sweeping the living room floor while Spotify plays in the background and playing with your cat. You also walk around the city without a disguise and everyone’s attention on you. Did I mention you’re an anonymous author?

You figured that staying unknown to the public eye would be better for your mental health, since interacting with strangers wasn’t really one of your plus points. You do have a pen name, though — Venom. There was no real meaning behind it and you just thought it was cool, which is what you say during every online interview you attend with your faux Australian accent.

You have never revealed any private information as Venom. Not your birthplace, ethnicity or birthday. The world only knows that Venom is currently twenty-three.

And while you do the most normal things ever, James Barnes wouldn’t and couldn’t say the same.

He’s a runaway assassin of HYDRA, more commonly known as the Winter Soldier, and really needs to up his disguise. It might have been your ability to decipher things pretty quickly, or it might have been the way the former Howling Commando dressed himself and appeared in front of you one day.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you muttered under your breath, quickly grabbing his gloved hand and pulling him away into a dark alley where you were sure no one would disturb you.

I think I forgot to mention that you’re a friend of Steve Rogers’. And you’re his spy, too.

Bucky looked confused from what you could tell from his poor disguise. “Who are you?”

You chuckled at his question, but did not tell him that you were helping Captain America out. The both of you decided it was better unrevealed. “YN. And you’re James Buchanan Barnes, I know.” you added when he tried to ‘introduce’ himself — no doubt as a Mister William, or whatever other name there was.

He blinked twice. “How did you recognise me?” he queried, looking around to see if anyone had followed them. He didn’t need more people knowing who he was.

“Your ‘disguise’ is not much of a disguise, is it?” you tittered, reaching out a hand to lift his cap just a little. He tensed but didn’t move. “I would be able to recognise you from a kilometre away.”

That was your first meeting. It was short and simple, nothing too overwhelming for you, but maybe a little for the super soldier.

Two weeks into the ‘friendship’, you offered to let him seek refuge in your luxurious penthouse, courtesy of your book sales. The shock on his face sent you into a fit of giggles.

You knew, and completely remembered, Steve telling you to take it slow. But how could you when the one and only James Buchanan Barnes — the man you studied in primary school! — kept willingly meeting you in the dark alley you first met in?

When he moved in with the very, very few things he had, you gave him his own room. You forced him to use the very comfortable bed and bought him casual tees you thought would fit him. You allowed him to wander around the penthouse as and when he wished, no boundaries (except for your room). You forced him to make himself at home, as if this household was his home.

There weren’t enough words in his dictionary to thank you for the hospitality. Never had he expected a pretty lady to recognise him in the streets of Romania and soon start living with him — a pathetic runaway assassin who wouldn’t give a damn about his health.

Bucky found himself falling into the pit of admiration for you as time passed. Your smiles are so warm, and so far he has noticed that they weren’t the same when it was directed to someone else. No wonder everyone treats you so kindly. You know your way with the world — how you should navigate it, how you should treat others to get treated the same. He appreciated you for that.

Appreciated, because he knew nothing about the modern world. He was stuck in the forties, having remembered mostly nothing from his time as the Winter Soldier of HYDRA. He needed assistance to adapt to the new and vast world that was evolving. You were the right one for that. You seemed to be the right one for everything when it came to Bucky.

He knew he was completely done for when you came home one day with a bag of items for him. Casual shirts in colours you knew he liked, a pair of shoes for a change and other foods and ‘random’ things, as he had classified them at first glance.

You set the bag down on the table, calling Bucky over. “This is all yours. Look through them and maybe try on the shirts. I’ll change the size if it’s too big or small,” you instructed him in a sweet tone, one that he couldn’t ever get enough of. He saw the glint in your eyes as you grinned at him, undoubtedly happy that you’d finally ‘done something’ to help him settle down in the new century.

Bucky hesitantly pulled out the shirts from the bag and inspected them. His favourite colours, and it’s his size, too. You got that one right.

Then he looked through the other things you bought — a pair of sneakers that looked his size, black hair ties for his hair, a watch and ...

“How did you find this?” he asked softly, picking up the box of vinyls from the bottom of the pile. The words stated: music from the forties, specially made for James Buchanan Barnes.

You had this made specially for him?

You seemed a little too excited about his discovery than he would have liked — or at least what he thought he would’ve liked. You were practically jumping on your toes when you explained, “I had an old friend of mine make the vinyls and I made the packaging myself, since no one’s supposed to know you’re actually here.”

Bucky was so whipped.

He played a vinyl record every day as a way to trigger any memories that might have gotten lost in the depths of his brainwashed mind. One day, he noticed you in your “study room”, as you had explained to him previously, typing away at your computer and singing along to the forties’ tune he was playing. He had found out only just recently that you were an author, though when he questioned you about it, you wouldn’t reveal anything.

So, you can write and sing. Bucky had never met a woman like you in the forties, at least from what he could remember. He was amazed at the fact that you don’t have to even leave your luxurious house to earn your keep.

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Bucky is sitting in the living room, continuously pressing on the ‘down’ button of the television remote, switching channels as you had taught him. He can’t find anything interesting to watch. Maybe it’s because he’s a 98-year-old man in a 29-year-old man’s body.

You come back from getting the groceries just a few minutes down the street. You notice a frown on his face as you stick your head into the living room to check if he’s there.

Once you are done organising your things, you enter the living room and stand behind the couch, leaning on the backrest right beside Bucky and you watch him go through the channels.

“I think I saw you pass this channel just five minutes ago,” you comment, almost scaring the super soldier with your initial stealth. You got confused — wasn’t he a trained assassin under HYDRA? You suddenly remember a moment from last night.

You were awake, swiftly typing words into your document, afraid your ideas would disappear at a moment’s notice. You did this often — waking up in the unhealthiest hours just because you had an idea. But it didn’t matter anyway; you usually have nowhere to be, so you could always sleep in without a worry.

You heard a soft groan coming from Bucky’s bedroom. You halted immediately and listened for any more sounds of pain or agony. Then it came again — not a groan, but a scream. You had never heard Bucky scream before. He sounded so scared, so afraid. You decided to check on him.

You entered his room silently, with the uncanny stealth you somehow always possessed, and walked towards Bucky’s bedside. He was sweating and breathing heavily, still not awake from the nightmare he was having. He was still suffering. You leaned down and calmly placed a warm hand on his shoulder. He felt the touch and jolted, but his breathing calmed after a second. Whispering his name softly, you murmured sweet nothings beside his ear, drawing him out of the horrors of his mind. He was not awake, but it worked.

“Do you have nightmares often?” you ask unexpectedly, looking down at the brunette on your couch. He stops switching the channels and shifts uncomfortably. “Every few nights.”

You reach out a hand to thread your fingers through his long hair, smoothening it out. “You had one yesterday. You didn’t awaken, but I managed to calm you down. I’m always here if you want to talk about it, but no pressure. I’ll just pull you out of the horrors if I ever notice,” you say in a pleasant voice as he looks up at you with his cerulean eyes, ones that you have found yourself getting lost in multiple times.

Bucky might have been embarrassed if it wasn’t for your reassurance that you’re there and want to listen to him if he ever feels the need to talk — no, not need. Want. You didn’t force him to do anything. You told him to start the pace, that you were there to support him and follow behind. He is the one in control now. Not HYDRA, not the Winter Soldier alter-ego. Him.

You pull your fingers out of his hair and he immediately misses your comforting touch. “What would you like for dinner, James? I’ll start preparing now,” you muse as you walk away and out of the living room.

Bucky thinks he can get used to this.

I’d like to start off with how my favourite bucky barnes writer inspired me to write my own fics. @lovelybarnes has been a huge inspiration to me ever since I discovered her account in august 2022. her fics gave me comfort when I was feeling down and they were always a go-to necessity whenever homework got the best of me and I needed a little getaway. she’s still uploading the greatest fics ever. thank you for being my inspiration ♡

p.s. I’m this little anon <3

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greensparty · 2 years ago

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Movie Reviews: Marlowe / Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

This week I got to review not one but two new releases...both very different.

Marlowe

Raymond Chandler’s character Philip Marlowe was a private eye in his short stories and books in the 1930s on. Pretty soon Hollywood was adapting Marlowe stories into radio, television and films in the 1940s onward. Some of the Marlowe films I watched in my college History of Film class included Murder, My Sweet and The Big Sleep. Now Neil Jordan has adapted a 2014 Marlowe story written by John Banville into the new crime thriller Marlowe opening in theaters this week after some 2022 film festivals.

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In 1940s Los Angeles, hardboiled private eye Marlowe (played by Liam Neeson in his 100th performance according to much press) is hired by a rich heiress Clare (Diane Kruger) to find her ex. The movie star mother (played by Jessica Lange) soon gets entangled. That’s about all I can say without getting into spoilers.

Neeson as Marlowe

Director Neil Jordan has made some great movies in the past. I actually worked for a short time in the Construction Department on his 2007 movie The Brave One. That movie wasn’t perfect by any means, but it had its moments. But his films The Crying Game (he received Oscar nominations for directing and for writing), Interview with a Vampire, and The Butcher Boy really showed his range as a director in terms of excelling in various genres. This is a terrific cast, and I was excited to see Colm Meaney and Ian Hart, both of whom were in Monument Ave (which I worked on) in small supporting roles. The production design was big and lavish. But the problem is: I wanted to like this more than I did. I think the issue is that since the Marlowe films of the 40s, there’s been so many film noir classics and this story (even with a script from William Monahan, which wrote The Departed) it felt derivative of so many other film noirs. Between the character of Marlowe, Neil Jordan and this cast there was something so much better that could’ve been.

For info on Marlowe: https://www.marlowemovie.com/

2 out of 5 stars

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

Marvel Cinematic Universe is hit or miss. Some elitist have said it’s not cinema (Martin Scorsese) or it’s too bad that they are the only types of movies getting made these days (Quentin Tarantino). But hardcore fans have pushed back on that. I fall somewhere in the middle of the fans and the haters. When the movies are good they are really good. When they are bad, they are a let down. Then you have some that are just somewhere in the middle: a fun ride, but nothing I need to see again or buy on blu-ray. In 2015′s Ant-Man, Paul Rudd’s Scott Lang tries to get back to a normal life after getting out of prison and finds himself getting mixed up with a shrinking technology. The first 10-15 minutes of that felt like it was aspiring to so much more than a MCU movie: a guy trying to move on with his life but society won’t let him since he’s an ex-con. Then it just became another super hero movie. It had some fun parts, but it could’ve been so much more, even with a screenplay co-written by Rudd, Edgar Wright and Adam McKay. In 2016′s Captain America: Civil War, Ant-Man gets recruited by Capt. America and became an Avenger. In 2018′s Ant-Man and the Wasp, it was fun to see the shrinking / growing fights in San Francisco, but again it felt like there was a better movie waiting to get out. Ant-Man re-joined the Avengers in 2019′s Avengers: Endgame. Now the third Lang movie Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania opens this week.

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In this one Hope Van Dyne (Evangeline Lilly) and her scientist father Hank Pym (Michael Douglas) now have mother/wife Janet (Michelle Pfieffer) back from the Quantum Realm...even if she is reluctant to talk about this world she was in for 30 years. Lang’s daughter Cassie (now much older and played by Kathryn Newton) is working on a signal to the Quantum Realm, but it thrusts them all into this world, where they get separated. Janet is the most familiar with this world, but even she is fearful of Kang the Conqueror (Jonathan Majors), who makes a deal with Ant-Man...and things go awry.

Rudd, Newton and Lilly in the Quantum Realm

I actually like this better than the first two Ant-Man movies mainly because of Kang the Conqueror, one of the best Marvel villains we’ve had in a while, and the relationship Lang now has with his grown daughter Cassie. The idea of shrinking is nothing new, we’ve seen it in Fantastic Voyage, The Incredible Shrinking Woman, and Innerspace just to name a few, but with this one instead of reminding me of Marvel movies, it reminded me more of classic Star Trek episodes and sci-fi movies of the 50s and 60s. Returning director Peyton Reed has mixed it up with movies like Bring It On and episodes of The Mandalorian, but what first got my attention about him was the behind-the-scenes special on Back to the Future trilogy that aired on TV in 1990 and then he directed the live-action segments on the BTTF animated series. If he never directs anything else, he has my thumbs up for his contribution to the BTTF universe! But what lifts the sail of all the Ant-Man movies is Paul Rudd. He has a charm and a charisma that has served him well in romances and comedies (notably David Wain and Judd Apatow comedies), but here he’s the protective father on a grand scale. Did I mention I really dug the reference to Welcome Back Kotter too?

For info on A-M&TW:Q: https://www.marvel.com/movies/ant-man-and-the-wasp-quantumania

3 out of 5 stars

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tuiccim · 2 years ago

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Playing for Keeps

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Post-breakup, angst with a happy ending, jealousy, manipulation, anxiety.

Word count: 2k

Summary: A party at Tony's penthouse has you facing Steve Rogers for the first time since he broke your heart and you make sure to show up with a heartthrob on your arm.

A/N: Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullabyfor beta reading for me. Dedicated to my darling friend @maladaptivexxdaydreaming who sent me the gif that set my brain going on this story.

You take a deep breath on the elevator ride up to Tony’s penthouse and glance at your date. Handsome in his suit, Jean-Paul smiles at you and reaches to entwine your fingers together. You squeeze his hand as the doors open revealing a room full of people. You make your way around saying hello to your friends and acquaintances while sipping a glass of champagne.

“Hey! You came,” Natasha greets you with her signature smirk.

“Of course. Tony invited-”

“Look who it is!” Sam slides up to you with a grin.

“Hey Sam,” you say, giving him a quick hug but feeling your stomach knot.

“Who’s your friend?” Sam asks, eyeing Jean-Paul.

“This is my date, Jean-Paul Beaubier. Jean-Paul, this is Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson.”

“Of course, you two really need no introduction,” Jean-Paul says as he shakes their hands.

“How did you two meet?” Natasha asks with a glance at Sam.

“We-” “This-” You and Jean-Paul speak at the same time and then laugh together.

“Okay, you tell it,” you smile.

“As I was saying, this beautiful creature wandered into my reading. I was promoting my latest novel when a vision walked in and stole my breath. I could barely get through the rest of my chapter. And then I had to take questions and sign books. I was watching her out of the corner of my eye to make sure she didn’t leave. She came up after things died down, had me sign a copy of the book, asked some wonderfully intelligent questions, and even managed to seem surprised when I asked her to go for a drink.”

“Jean-Paul!” you laugh at his exaggeration. “More like, I stammered out a barely intelligible question and almost passed out when he asked.”

“I was enchanted,” Jean-Paul smiles at you.

“And far too kind to me,” you demure.

“That’s so… sweet,” Natasha says with a stiff smile.

“You gotta teach me some moves, man,” Sam elbows Jean-Paul with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh, Tony and Pepper are waving us over,” you say quickly, relieved to be leaving the conversation.

Jean-Paul guides you in their direction with a hand on the small of your back. You make introductions and small talk until you can extricate yourself to wander around the party. You enjoy seeing your friends even if it does feel slightly awkward at times. A little later, you and Jean-Paul are sitting close together with his arm around your waist. His whispered observations of the party goers had you giggling uncontrollably until-

“Someone is staring at you, darling, and seems quite unhappy.”

You glance up and feel a chill as you lock eyes with Steve Rogers. His piercing blue gaze speaks volumes. Turning back to Jean-Paul, you tell him, “That’s my ex.”

“Captain America. He won’t make me disappear, will he?” Jean-Paul’s lips quirk.

You laugh and shake your head. He kisses your neck and continues talking but your mind wanders to the supersoldier whose eyes you can still feel on you. It had been six weeks since he broke up with you. He looked different in just that short amount of time. His hair was a tad longer and less groomed. His beard had grown in making a much gruffer looking Captain America. He had ended your seven month relationship for reasons you didn’t fully understand. His lame excuse of putting you in danger, and that he was too busy with the Avengers to give you what you deserve had sounded hollow even to you.

The intense retrospection you had put yourself through had led you to one conclusion. The drawer. Steve stayed with you as much, if not more, than he stayed at the compound and so you had cleaned out a drawer for him, made some space in the closet, and invited him to keep some things there. Less than a week later, he took all of his things and walked out of your apartment and your life. You were devastated but had concluded that Steve simply couldn’t commit. After all, seven months in and he had never said I love you. Although, that hadn’t stopped you from berating yourself for pushing him.

Now, your anger and guilt had subsided but your heart still hurt and you knew you had to do something. Jean-Paul was perfect. Handsome, kind, funny, and intelligent, all the things you need right now.

“Hey…” Jean-Paul gets your attention.

“I’m sorry. I got lost in thought for a second.”

“It’s okay, minou. Would you like another drink?”

“That sounds great but I’ll get them. Thor is over there. I know you wanted to meet him. Would you like me to introduce you?” you ask.

“Please,” he stands and holds a hand out to you.

After making introductions, you excuse yourself to refresh your drinks and run into Wanda at the bar.

“How’ve you been?” you ask her.

“I’m doing fine,” she says with a raised eyebrow.

“Is Vision okay?” you ask, confused by her demeanor.

“He’s wonderful. How are you?” Wanda’s intonation expresses more than her words.

“I’m doing pretty good. Just trying to move on. Find some happiness,” you answer the unspoken question.

“He hasn’t been the same since…”

“He broke up with me, Wanda. This was his choice,” you answer defensively.

“I’m not blaming you. I’m just letting you know in case…”

“I won’t chase him. He made his feelings very clear. Anyway, I should get back to my date. It was nice seeing you.”

“You, too,” Wanda smiles sadly.

You make your way back to Jean-Paul who puts a possessive arm around you. It seems every time you glance around the party you manage to catch Steve’s eyes. His gaze seemed to follow you everywhere, sometimes centered on you and other times wherever on your body Jean-Paul’s hand was on at the time. It was disconcerting but you chose to ignore him and made your way around the party while trying to enjoy yourself.

It was as you were conversing with Natasha and Sam again that everything seemed to hit you at once. Jean-Paul’s side pressed to yours, his hand making circles on your back, the noise of the party, the feeling of Steve’s eyes on you, the weight of the glances Natasha kept making in his direction, the cold glass in your hand, the underlying meaning of all the words around you, and your anxiety skyrocketed. The overwhelmed feeling was too much for you and you excused yourself to the lady’s room.

Sitting on the toilet, you allow yourself a couple of tears before forcing yourself to suck it up. Before, you would have been with Steve. The noise would have faded when he looked at you, not buzzed as it had tonight. All of the conversations would not have seemed rife with meaning and you wouldn’t feel constantly judged. You would have been safe and comfortable under his wing.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you straighten your shoulders, take a few deep breaths, and force yourself to leave the quiet sanctuary. You walk down the hall towards the living room when a door opens as you pass it and you hear your name before being pulled into the room. You stare into Steve’s eyes as he closes the door and then leans into you with his large hands spread on each side of the wall beside you. He was close enough to smell and you had to stop yourself from closing your eyes and breathing him in. Just his presence had an instant calming effect on your nerves until the intrusive memories of his words broke through.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly.

You look at him as several emotions run through you. Finally, you lift your chin and answer defiantly, “That’s not really your business anymore.”

“It’ll always be my business to make sure you’re okay,” Steve says softly.

“I’m fine. Can you-”

“Minou?”Jean-Paul’s voice can be heard through the door just as he opens it and stares at you trapped by Steve’s arms. You push Steve away as Jean-Paul turns on his heel to leave.

“Jean-Paul, please! It’s not what it looks like!”

“Tu me prends pour une valise?(Do you take me for a fool?)” He says as he walks away quickly.

“No! Jean, please!” You try to follow but Steve grabs your hand.

“Please don’t go,” he begs.

“Why not? Why shouldn’t I run after a good man? Why should I stay here with the one who broke my heart? Give me one good reason!” You practically shout the last sentence and scoff when he simply stares back.

As you turn away again, he finds his voice, “Because I love you!”

That stops you in your tracks. He had never said it before. He had never mentioned love or the future even but now he was declaring it loudly. But could it be real?

“Funny how you just figured that out. You see me with another man and your jealousy finally forces those words out of your mouth. Well, Captain Rogers, I don’t believe you!”

Steve closes the door before you can go out and when you turn back to him with a sharp remark on your tongue, it fades as you notice the tears clinging to his lashes. He holds his hands up and says softly, “Please, please hear me out. That night was the worst night of my life. I thought I was doing what was best for both of us with everything that was happening. There are so many threats, so many things you don’t know about and I can’t tell you. I thought I could protect you best by letting you go.”

“No, no! That isn’t the real reason you did this. You did this because you’re too scared to really commit to someone. You realized you had gotten in too deep with me and ran scared,” you try to hold onto your anger but your voice breaks on the last word.

Steve sees you straighten your spine but the quiver in your lip is a dead giveaway. You’re scared to let him in again and his heart twists. Whatever it took he would win you back and the first step was admitting his failings. Carefully, he cradles your neck as he speaks softly, “You’re right. I was scared. I am scared but not having you is so much scarier. You are what makes all of the fighting worth it. You make me a better person and remind me of all the good things in the world. I wasn’t going to come tonight but I knew I had to. I had to see you. I needed to know that I could be in the same room with you and all of my reasons for breaking up with you would hold up.”

“And?” You whisper.

“Not a single one did. The second those elevator doors opened and I could see you, nothing else mattered except you. I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. I love you so much. And if it’s still on the table, can I have that drawer?” Steve looks into your eyes, waiting for your answer.

“It’s still available. I think we can make that work,” you reply with a little smirk.

“And the other thing?”

“Yeah, I love you, too, Steve.”

“Thank God,” Steve whispers before kissing you sweetly.

“What do we do now?” you ask as the kiss ends.

“Go to my room to grab a few things. Do you want to go find Jean-Paul and tell him?” Steve asks.

“He’ll figure it out,” you say as you pull Steve to you for another kiss.

Hours later, you smile at Steve’s sleeping form next to you. Your lips are slightly swollen from the number of kisses shared and you would have beard burn in some interesting places tomorrow but it was worth every moment. Quietly, you grab your phone and send a quick text to Jean-Paul, “Tell Kyle I said thank you for letting me borrow his hubby for the night. You’re the best.” Turning over, you snuggle against Steve and smile at being back where you belong.

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sugawarassoulmate · 3 years ago

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osamu x bad boy 🍑?

The way im obsessed with this man actually,,

Congratulations for 3k!!!! 🎉👏

sorry for the wait 🥺 kinda based it off this ask i did a bit ago!

words: 993

cw: fem!reader, fingering, dubcon, bully!osamu, name-calling, minors dni

for as long as you could remember, atsumu warned you to steer clear of his brother. osamu, he was as nasty as they come and nobody knew that better than you. how could you forget all the hair pulling or bruises from getting shoved off of bikes and scooters? as much as you tried to stay away from him, osamu always seemed to find you.

that’s probably how you ended up in this situation.

osamu had interrupted the movie night you and atsumu had planned for days—he plopped himself on the couch, knee brushing against yours, completely taking up the rest of the space. atsumu rolled his eyes, muttering in your ear to “ignore him” while the movie kept playing.

usually that was easier said than done, osamu loves to make his presence known. but today he seemed to be on his best behavior. he wasn’t shifting around in his seat every five minutes or bickering with his brother over his stupid comments about the movie. he sat perfectly still, keeping his hands mostly to himself.

except for the hand gripping your thigh.

atsumu was too busy babbling about how iron man was obviously better than captain america to take notice of what his brother was doing underneath the blanket. you tried to remember his words “ignore him” but that only seemed to egg osamu on further.

you can feel his fingers traveling up your inner thigh, lightly scratching at the sensitive skin. instinctively, your legs tense up and clamp around his rough hand. pushing him away won’t do much, so you let him play with you a bit and hope that he’ll get bored and go upstairs.

but it’s never that easy with him and osamu’s hand easily finds itself slipped underneath the waistband of your shorts. your head shoots up, turning in osamu’s direction but he pays you no mind. his hand cups your pussy like it’s normal thing for him to do. you can feel your face heating up, squirming between the two boys.

“ya good, y/n? we can watch somethin’ else,” atsumu said, noticing how quiet you had become. you hands immediately go in your lap, hoping that he won’t catch what his brother is doing. but damn them and their weird twin telepathy, he definitely senses something is off. “is he botherin’ you again?”

“no one’s botherin’ anyone, worry about yerself, dumbass.” osamu snaps back, eyes still on the screen.

you could tell atsumu was ready to argue back but you gave him a small smile to quell his anger. “i’m fine, let’s keep watching,” atsumu’s mood doesn’t falter but your words seem to do enough to settle him back into his seat. his phone starts buzzing and he groans after seeing the words on the screen.

“ah shit, kita-san’s callin’, i’ll be right back,” he grumbles, brown eyes flicking at his brother. “tell me if he starts some shit.” atsumu warns before stepping out of the room. it only takes osamu, impatient as ever, a few moments alone with you before he has you pinned to the couch, calloused fingers bullying their way into your cunt.

“yer not as tight as before,” he says, tugging down your shorts and leaving your entire bottom half bare for him. “ya gettin’ used to me touchin’ ya like this? such a dirty fuckin’ girl, what would my brother say, huh?”

atsumu was the last person on your mind, his warnings to “stay away” from his brother meant nothing when osamu’s hands were on you. “samu, he could come back any second…” but you’re making no effort to stop him, grinding against osamu’s hand and gasping into the couch cushion.

“let me worry about that, idiot. just focus on gettin’ off without makin’ too much noise,” he grunts against your ear, palm teasing your clit as he hovers on top of you. you’re not sure what’s more embarrassing, the sound your cunt makes as your walls constrict around osamu’s fingers or the way his eyes never leave your body, taking note of all your small movements.

“didn’t even try to stop me and now yer humpin’ my hand like a bitch in heat,” osamu plants a messy kiss on your lips, a string of spit connecting the two of you when he pulls away. “gonna cum around my hand when ya know ya shouldn’t even be talkin’ to me. what a bad girl.”

he’s got three fingers rearranging your insides how, with no care to be gentle but your cunt welcomes them so hungrily. osamu’s right, it’s so bad, you should’ve tried harder to stop him but instead you wanted him to touch you more. how would his lips feel on your neck, your chest? how would his cock feel stretching you out for the first time?

“sa–samu…” your thighs start twitching and your mouth feels like cotton. you don’t want to get too loud, unsure of where atsumu went off to take his phone call. your cries get buried by your hands, cumming around osamu’s fingers like the shameful whore he says you are.

for the first time, osamu smiles at you, kissing you once again before pulling your bottoms back up. “came so much fer me, dummy, did it feel good?” when you nod, osamu’s eyes darken. “course it did, stupid. i’ll do it again later, yeah? now watch the rest of yer shitty movie and don’t tell him a fucking word.”

osamu gets up from the couch, openly licking his fingers as he walks past atsumu who just finished his call. the older boy takes one look at your flushed face and is quick to ask what his brother said to you. “nothing happened, we were just talking about class,” you lied and your best friend looks unconvinced.

“ya don’t have to keep defendin’ him, y/n. he gets a kick out of teasin’ ya, just stay away.”

but you weren’t so sure that you wanted to.

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