#fatal mistake

[suitsofarmour]

my love language is forcing my non-tf friends to draw robots for me

[fernshroudedcreek]

I'm curious.

Bonus points if you give me a reason.

[arc-77]

What did that guy do to you?

"He was insufferable in my presence."

[rookthorne]

god, I loved writing Fatal Mistake, it was so fun. thank you for putting it amongst these badass fics 🥹

HELLO so i was wondering if you have some winter soldier x reader fics?? ive been trying to find some but theyre all so short (still amazing stories tho) tysm, i really appreciate you making recs

Winter Soldier!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

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Into Cursed Pixie Dust by @buckets-and-trees

“He's credited over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years…” but you don’t know that. You run into him once, then again, again, again. Destiny draws you together, and neither of you can deny the pull. And yet though he never ages, you do.

Stalker by @you-are-my-sanctuary

In which Bucky has a crush on the new PR manager and is being an adorable stalker.

sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

when your boyfriend bucky wakes up with the winter soldier mindest, you do the only thing you know how to do- comfort him. he does the only thing he knows how to thank you- possessive sex. 

Colors in the Dark by @buckychrist

The world is without color, and that’s never bothered the Winter Soldier. The Fist of HYDRA didn’t have time for love and soulmates. At almost a century old, what are the odds that his soulmate was even still living?

ephemeral by @earlgreydream

the winter soldier shows up wounded at your door during a storm.

Darling Dearest by @sugarpplum

The Winter Soldier is now married to a good girl and must perform his husband duties.

Purgatory by @wkemeup

While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.

a soldier gone rouge by @kinanabinks

the winter soldier has been sent to kill you. why, then, are you so wet?

Reverse Psychology by @waiting4inspiration

Bucky’s Winter Soldier mode is triggered. But you have something up your sleeves that will bring him back.

Comply by @gogolucky13

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

Don’t Fear the Reaper by @gogolucky13

One night, the Winter Soldier appears at your place of work to eliminate a target. He leaves you alive, only to return a few months later.

Fatal Mistake by @rookthorne

A rogue agent amidst their ranks, it was the perfect plan, a perfect escape. It was their fatal mistake. 

SERIES

One’s Promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare

Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time? And what happens when reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now?

 

Breach by @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor (dark)

The reader finds herself in the Winter Soldier’s cross hairs during a lock down.

Reset by @lunarbuck

The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.

Devil’s Backbone by @trashmenofmarvel

With your team dead and your mission failed, you’ve been taken by the assassin to an unknown location and are at the mercy of your cruel tormentors.

Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours

While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties.

[batgovernor]

Melissa Balmain, 'Fatal Mistakes'

The pill you’re sure is good for you, the mole you think you can neglect, the ache you blame on winter flu: it’s always what you least expect. The mat that pads your shower floor, the flight you take from home, direct, the car that’s never stalled before: it’s always what you least expect. The oddly coiffed New York tycoon whom no one ever would elect because he’s nutty as a loon . . . it’s…

[windsongs2]

My ex-boyfriend told me I was "damaged goods" no I'm not.

Guys will tell you anything to get back at you to make you feel bad after you throw them out of the house and leave them ...remember that

He also called me a bitch know why he call me a bitch? because I didn't help him pack up his things to get out of the house

Now I don't know about you but everybody else I have talked to laughed at that notion.

that I had to pack up his things in order to get him out of the house and I laughed at it too.

like I said guys would do anything to make you feel bad, Don't feel bad they're the ones you messed up.. they're the ones who are leaving.

you are good person you did right

And also he told me that it was an abuse because it didn't leave a mark fuck that

Remember it's still physical abuse if they don't leave for Mark.

Don't believe a word they're saying

Not looking back on it it's kind of in a gray area if it was abuse or not only because it was late at night and he hadn't slept for like a whole week he has problems with insomnia.

But he could have used his words instead of burping to violence remember that if he abuses you and it's late at night and he hasn't slept good he still could use his words.

Oh yes you got mad because I want to look at him while he was packing the things up why should I I did nothing wrong he was the one that fault I didn't care about him anymore why should I even bother looking them useless person?

Oh yeah and he wanted to talk about it we talked about it I told him why I was upset I listened to him I told him no he needed to leave end of story but yeah he wanted to talk over and over about it why because that's how they get you to try to see their side of the store they try to convince you you're wrong and by talking over and over about and telling you're wrong tell you over and over he's hoping that you will think twice about him leaving you.

abusers aren't that smart... Don't take them back up to you Left them that

Will give them an upper hand there I think you're weak and since you came back the next time they feel like they want to hit you that'll do it harder than me leave a mark then pay for like a bone because they know you'll come back to them you won't do a thing.

Don't go back no matter how much you miss them and yes I do miss him, but I also have self-respect, self-esteem and confidence.

I also know what abuser is like because of my marriage I had, the guy was an abuser and I did all the wrong mistakes.

this time around I'm letting you know no matter how much you miss them. find yourself a better guy or girl whatever the case may be they are out there.

but don't go back cuz that could be your fatal mistake and your last one

[cardcaptorsakura96]

An Unfortunate Error of Judgement

This originally started out as a response to the following writing prompt: create a story with the genre comedy-horror and use the phrase "I'll be right back somewhere in the story." However, I definitely want to continue it. Let me know in the comments of what you think the main character should do.

Summary: Amy's whole world changes in an instant.

Amy tried to open her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. Still within the grasp of sleep, she tried again. Slowly, her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. Instead of being in her bedroom, she was suddenly in a kitchen that she didn’t recognized. As she looked around, her eyesight stopped in the middle of the kitchen, and her blood began to run cold. At the table, there was a hooded skeleton holding a large scythe while drinking coffee. Amy tried to back away, but accidentally caused the floor to creak. The hooded figure looked up at her startled. 

“What the hell are you doing in my house!” the hooded creature shrieked. 

Amy tried to hold it together, but tears streamed down her face.

“I… don’t….,” wailed Amy before crying even harder. 

The hooded figure cocked its head at her. It then got up and approached her. Amy tried to walk back, but hit her head against a wall and winced. The hooded figure placed a finger on her head, and his eyes began to glow. Amy tried to move, but her legs felt numb. After a minute, the hooded figure’s eyes stopped glowing, and he began to groan. 

“That idiot,” he muttered. 

The hood figure looked down at her and sighed. 

“Amy, is it?”

Amy slowly begins to nod. 

“My name is Grimm. Would you be a dear and wait just a couple of minutes? I just need to confirm something.”

She nodded again. 

“Its not like I have a choice in the matter,” thought Amy. 

“Perfect! I will be right back.”

As Grimm scurried from the kitchen, he yelled, “Carl!”

Amy wondered if she should make a run for it. She could now feel her legs. However, if Grimm is who she thinks he is, would there even be a point? 

After a couple of minutes, Grimm came back to the kitchen and slumped back into the chair. He rubbed the back of his neck while staring at her. 

“So funny thing… you shouldn’t be here for another 60 years. Your grandmother was supposed to die.”

“What!”

Grimm looked down not wanting to make eye contact and sighed.

“If it makes you feel any better, this isn’t the first time this has happened.”

“No, it does not! Can you at least fix this?”

“Time flows differently here so your funeral already happened, and your family cremated you.”

Amy stared back at him as the blood drained from her face. 

“So I am stuck here due to your incompetence?”

“Well, technically it was Carl’s incompetence…”

“It doesn’t matter who fault is is! What am I supposed to do now?”

“Luckily, you have two options. I can send you to another reality that is similar to your own where that version of you just died, and you can take their place. Or, I just fired Carl and have an opening for an assistant….”

Amy slumped to the floor overwhelmed with emotions. She curled into the a ball and sobbed. Either she can go to another reality unsure how different it was from her own or be this idiot’s assistance. 

Grimm slowly came and knelt down beside her and patted her head. 

“Hey, just think of this as a new beginning.”

“New beginning my ass,” Amy muttered. 

[the-soup-wizard]

I got a new job...I'm an apprentice wizard now....watch me do a spell.

Prisma erupit

Oh no it shot too far! Oh God the chaos!

It's beautiful.

[apfsds]

Ive got to sleep over night at the office of my second job and accidentally took a nap when I set up my resting space. This is the worst.

Also large buildings with auto lights that are freaky. But at least the lights arent on and off on their own like some places Ive had to overnight at.

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[internutter]

Challenge #03794-J141: The Big Mistake Hunt

When you're a pirate, there is ONE rule you should always follow, newbie.

DO NOT PISS OFF THE HUMAN!

DO NOT MAKE A HUMAN.... you did WHAT???

Ok, this is on you, ..... RUN! -- Anon Guest

Do not meddle with Humans, for they are petty and creatively vengeful. If they have seen you, if they know your name, if they know anything about you, they will track you down and extract more than you expect from you.

Mind. Body. Spirit. They will break them all.

Probie Xyn has just been informed of this after looting a singular soft toy from the Flambourgh's Human. She had found the Deathworlder just as he was emerging from the cleansing booth and stunned them at max power. Then she grabbed the closest small object and ran. This, Xyn was learning, was a huge mistake.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[milk-lover]

Watching back Iskall's charity stream Guess the Build POV is wild.

It goes from "person with big eyebrows" through "baby Grian" to "a duck-dog hybrid taking a poop" and lands on "disrespectful small dog". I believe this round typifies two rules that control the trajectory of any HC guess the build:

If you make a generic person, do not give them a red shirt, or they will immediately be interpreted as Grian, and

Skizzleman has a beautiful mind and will never guess what you think he is about to guess.

[gay-little-axolotl]

the goobers ever actually

[rxttenfish]

one day i'll make a post about how the meme of carcinization has been terribly misunderstood by people and how it's not only not that widespread but it's a fairly bad example of widespread convergent evolution, but the world isn't ready for that post today.

[starlight-eclipsed]

“He’s a terrible swimmer,” Wild loudly whispers conspiratorially in Dark’s ear, which perks up in interest. Ah, sweet blackmail.

Hey. Hey have you guys heard of this fic. It's called A Dark Among the Lights, written by LuckyLectio on AO3. It's about how acts of kindness can change people, whether it be through giving a helping hand or by offering blackmail on your fellow heroes :3

[miserymet]

Tragedy - Reploid Bass AU

Was digging through my old WIPs and found this bad boy. It’s technically unfinished (because I didn’t know how to end it) but it gets the main point across and establishes the where the plot is at post MMX7. Thought it might be interesting to those who want more details on the AU.

(quick timeline context; Bass gets his memories back post mmx6, disappears off the face of the earth and shows back up again halfway through mmx7)

Summary: Zero and Bass talk about one of Bass’ many regrets. In the process, Zero tries to connect the brother he knew as Forte to the stranger wearing his face.

“I wasn’t supposed to be here.”

The words are quiet. Not soft, as nothing Zero’s brother does is soft anymore, but they lack the usual bite. It’s enough to draw Zero’s attention to where Bass now sits. 

The chair holding him is old, a mundane relic of the furniture that was commonplace over a hundred years ago. It’s a miracle that it hasn’t crumbled under the weight of its occupant, but Bass had mentioned that the entire base was designed around its mechanical residents. Perhaps its creator imagined one of his robots might need to use a chair. Even if there’s not much of a difference between sitting and standing for them.

Zero’s surprised to see that Bass has his back turned to him. His brother isn’t too keen on letting Zero out of his sight nowadays, but his gaze is firmly fixed upon the screen in front of him now. Another uncharacteristic behavior. Zero sets aside the spare parts he was examining, all interest gone, and approaches the screen that has his brother so transfixed. It casts a dim light even in the darkness of the base, but the image is clear enough.

It’s an old contact log. A few lines of text sit at the bottom of the screen and for some reason, Zero feels the need to read them aloud.

“Bass. I made a mistake. I created something that I can’t control. You’re the only robot strong enough to stop it. Please help me.” He furrows his brow as he speaks the final line. “I’m sorry.”

“Six lines. Twenty six words. A hundred and fifteen characters.” Bass mutters.

“What does it mean?” 

It’s a genuine question, and maybe that’s why Bass laughs as though it’s the stupidest thing he could have asked. Zero waits with bitter patience for his brother to finish. This is typical of Bass’ new personality. Brash, abrasive, rude, all of these words and more fit the new image Zero’s brother has made for himself. Even his name is new. “Bass.” It’s been a bit of an adjustment to say the least.

Eventually, Bass manages to pull himself out of his laughing fit. His next words are the last thing Zero expects to hear.

“These are the words that killed me.”

“…I thought I did that.” Is all Zero can say to that. Bass laughs, much quieter this time.

“In the end, yeah.” His brother leans back in his seat. “But fighting you wasn’t-, I didn’t…”

“You ‘weren’t supposed’ to?” Zero volunteers.

“…I shouldn’t have.”

Bass goes quiet, lost in whatever old memories are haunting him today. Zero can’t help but feel frustrated. He used to know what to do when Bass…when Forte was upset. Whether it was about his lost memories, his weakness, his outdated code, Zero could always help. It’s different now.

Everything’s different now.

“Do you remember what I told you about our creator? How we didn’t really get along?” Bass starts, gaze still stuck on that old log.

“Because of your penchant for rebellion, yes.”

“That was only half of it. Yeah, I disobeyed him whenever I felt like it, but he wasn’t some doting father.” His brother turns to glare at him. “He was the most selfish, stubborn, stupid old man I ever met. Full of himself, too. You would have hated him.”

“That sounds a lot like you.” Zero can’t help the bite to his words. Maybe X was right. Maybe all this is getting to him. “Where are you going with this?”

“I was loyal at first. The old man had a lot of expectations for me, and I was determined to meet them. I didn’t. No matter how hard I tried, how strong I was, it was never going to be good enough if I couldn’t beat-,”

He stops abruptly, almost letting something slip. Something important. Bass is always vague about his old memories. He’s hiding something, but Zero can’t tell if it’s because it’s too risky or because he’s hoarding all that’s left of his past. It could really be either one. Zero isn’t sure he knows Bass all that well anymore.

“The point is, I was a failure to him. So he tried to move on. Build something else.” Bass shakes his head. “I couldn’t accept that. We fought. First it was just arguments, but it escalated. Before I knew it we were trying to kill each other.”

“What did you do?” Zero asks, though he’s not sure he wants to hear the answer.

“I left.”

Oh. Zero wasn’t expecting that.

“It sounds obvious, right?” His brother rests his head against his hand, expression flat. “But I wasn’t a reploid. I didn’t have the programming X or Axl did. It wasn’t as simple as changing my career. I was leaving my creator.”

“Bass…”

He doesn’t let Zero get a word in. “I agonized over it for days. What was I if not his robot? What could I even do without him? I was practically one foot out the door already, but I couldn’t move the other one. I…cared about him.”

Zero tries to imagine it. Bass, in his original body, standing beside a vague figure. His gaze sweeps across the room and Zero sees Bass sitting on a table full of junk, swinging his legs as he speaks to his creator. What did his face look like? Was it flat and cold, speaking in an even tone about plans or progress or whatever a man like that saw fit to discuss with his creation? Or was he annoyed, brow furrowed with one dipping lower than the other and mouth pulled into a small pout? Maybe it was a face Zero had never seen before, a soft smile, a wry grin that so clearly spelled out his amusement. 

He can only imagine. When he turns back to his brother, Bass wears the grimace he’s grown so used to.

“That was how I convinced myself to leave, in the end.” He breathes an empty sigh. “If I stayed, I might have hurt him. Might have let my anger take me to far and…”

His hands move in front of him, digits curled tightly around an invisible enemy. They hang in the air for a moment and shake. Then they fall. Bass lets his head follow them.

“You came back.” Zero speaks softly, trying for a gentleness he’s never been good at. “Why?”

Bass doesn’t pick up his head. “Same reason. I cared.”

“He made a robot, couldn’t control it and called you for help.” It feels both more and less real when he says it aloud. “He called you to your death.”

“And I came. I came because I am a fucking idiot.”

Zero blinks at the harsh language. Bass is far from the composed brother he knew, but even he didn’t use that language regularly. It feels strange. Forte would never, but Bass…it fits him a little more.

“He didn’t even have to apologize. The moment he came to me for help, the moment he called me strong-,” Bass grips his head in his hands. “All my conviction disappeared. I walked into that lab, this lab-!” He throws out his hands, nearly hitting Zero, “and I died for the man that tried to kill me!”

Zero doesn’t know what to say. What can he say? This is something he’s just learned, a grief he can only imagine. Bass has lived with this knowledge since the day he got his memories back. How did he feel, waking up and knowing that he lost everything to a man long gone? How do you live with that burden? How do you keep fighting?

Bass shoots up from his chair, gaze now fixed on Zero. There’s so much behind his eyes that Zero can’t see. A world no one alive has any hope of understanding.

“I was so close to being happy! To having something other than a worthless creator who only tolerated me as long as he could use me!”

His brother takes a step forward, the light of the screen illuminating every tear that falls from his face.

“And he took that from me! You took that from me!”

“I’m sorry-“

Zero sees the punch coming. He almost dodges. It’s what every self-preservation program in him begs him to do. He doesn’t. He takes it. The punch is hard, snapping his head to the side quite painfully. He doesn’t flinch. Not even when Bass’ fist splits the synthetic skin of his cheek. All he does is look back at his brother.

Bass stands there, eyes wide and mouth open. His arm hangs in the air. He can see the grime left on his hands. Can see the tension in every part of his body. Then, it shifts. Bass drops his hand and closes his mouth. That glare returns, fierce as ever.

“Don’t pity me. It’s too late for that.”

Zero tries to find his words. “I don’t-,”

“That hit only landed because you let it.” Bass casts his gaze to the side. “Everything I do to you is because you let me. Even in this body, I’m not strong enough.”