#havent started his face or done his bone feet but- slowly we will work

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Progress on Karth before I sleep for the night-

[wkemeup]

for drabble night- which i am so excited for, by the way!! you're a marvelous writer and one of my top favorite bucky writers- my personal favorite trope is oblivious idiots to lovers (like the love is requited but they're just idiots)

dialogue prompt: “I’m too good for revenge.” “Well I’m not. Give me the gun.” - from anon pairing: bucky x reader word count: 1.4k warnings (provided by @jessalyn-jpeg): idiots to lovers, mutual pining, shouted love confessions, (and warnings from me ->) past torture, descriptions of blood, canon level violence, sorry I made this so dark??? a/n: guess who already broke the 1k rule!!! but hey I loved this one and Im a little sad it's a drabble and not a monster fic. it may not be idiots per say, but definitely two people who love each other who havent admitted it yet and are scared of what it means

A man withered on the ground at your feet, scrambling along the prodding edges of crumbled concrete. Crawling as blood streaked in his wake. This man – this monster – you'd been chasing for weeks was reduced to a helpless, crying mess as you towered over him. His hands shook as they shielded his face, tears streaking over his cheeks. This time, you held the power. You held the leverage. He wasn’t so scary without the table of surgical tools at his disposal – your blood stained upon his hands and a maniacal grin upon his lips.

You didn’t know his name. He was only ever ‘the Doctor’ when you spoke of him in your head. You’d only uttered the phrase once since the team rescued you from his basement two months ago and even then, it had tasted of venom. He haunted you in your sleep, followed you in the shadows of every room, drew screams as he pleased even when he could no longer touch you. Safety was not a luxury you could afford – not after what he’d done to you.

Bucky was your only reprieve. A broken man who had found the pieces of himself again – who had offered pieces of himself to you to soothe the mess you’d become with gauze and tape. It was his arms you woke in when your throat was burning raw, his voice lulling you back to sleep, his hands that had taught you peace again.

Bucky saved what his man destroyed.

“P-please,” the Doctor begged, his trembling hands reaching out for the toe of your boot – like a peasant before a king. You flinched before he could touch you. His back pressed against the wall. There was nowhere else for him to go. You flexed the gun at the end of your grip.

“You ruined me,” you spat, barely able to taste the words as they left your tongue. They did not sound like your own. “You expect me to grant you mercy?”

It only made the man sob harder. He was struggling to breathe – hyperventilating between sobs as his hands curled tight against his chest. Pathetic. Weak. Certainly not the type of man who could orchestrate the kidnapping of an avenger without help. He was sick and twisted and evil down to his bones, but he was not the mastermind behind your abduction. He was the executioner.

“D-don’t kill me,” he whimpered, bowing his forehead to the ground. “Y-you’re an Avenger. You wouldn’t.”

You had every intent to put a bullet through this man’s chest the moment you laid eyes on him again. You’d expected to be afraid, to see the surgical mask over his mouth and the cold, dead look in his eyes. You’d expected him to lunge at you with the scalpel and add to the array of scars he’d drawn upon your body. You’d expected violence from the psychopath you knew him to be.

Instead – you found this trembling, frail man who could not manage the courage to meet your eye. It was only when you were chained and drugged that he felt powerful enough to torture an Avenger. You were disappointed.

“You’re not worth my soul.” Tears welled into your eyes as you stared down the monster who had taken residency within your nightmares. “I’m too good for revenge.”

“Well, I’m not,” Bucky’s voice growled from the edge of the room. He stalked across the floor of the basement, his boots stepping over the stain of dried blood you’d left behind months earlier. His expression was cold, unemotive. The plates of his left arm whirled as he clenched his fist. “Give me the gun.”

Bucky’s hand slid over yours, the gun falling slack in your hand. You parted your lips to tell him that justice was due, that there was still more at play than just the sick mind of the man crumbled at your feet. But the safety was already unlatched and Bucky unloaded the weapon into the Doctor. Blood trailed through the cracks in the floor until they touched your boots. The echo burned into your eardrums.

You gaped, stumbling a few steps back before Bucky could slide the gun back into the holster on your hip. He raised an eyebrow, concerned, but you couldn’t find any air inside your chest. Your gaze flickered back to the Doctor as his body slumped down the wall, sinking into the pool of his own blood. It would stain into the rock amongst your own.

Your stunned stare returned to Bucky as he gently reached a hand towards you. You slapped it away. “Why-- What did you—Why would you do that?”

Bucky stilled, his eyes narrowing. He retracted his hand, genuine confusion upon his features. “Are you serious?”

“We could have brought him in, Bucky!” You threw your arms in the air, pacing over the red stain at the center of the room. “We could have interrogated him! You saw him – he clearly isn’t working alone!”

“We don’t need him, Y/n, we can—”

“He’s a pawn! He deserves a hell of a lot worse than death but we needed him, Bucky!”

“No,” Bucky snapped. His face was growing red, his jaw clenching so tightly the muscle flexed beneath his stubble. “No — that monster should have been shot on sight! I don’t give a shit what he could have been useful for! He got what he deserved!”

“Dammit, Bucky! We’re right back where we started.” You pressed your hands to your eyes. Tears wiped at the edges of your palms – angry, frustrated tears. Helpless tears. A lump burned so terribly in your throat, you thought it might choke you.

“We’re not,” Bucky eased, trying to calm you though his own breathing was labored. “We killed the bastard who took you, Y/n. He’s dead now. He can’t hurt you again. It's a hell of a lot more than we had yesterday.”

“Not when the guy who’s making the calls is still out there!” you cried, shoving away his efforts to reach you, though he kept trying. “We were so close, Bucky! He would have talked!”

“You don’t know that! He could have been manipulating you!"

“He would have rolled over in a second!” you roared, fire and fury and agony coursing through your veins. “And you just—you threw that all away for—what? For revenge?!”

“For you!”

The moment the words left Bucky’s lips he held his breath. His boots carried him several steps back, putting space between you as if it might draw the words back from the air before they could touch you. The anger drained from your body, washing away in a matter of seconds. Bucky exhaled a tensed breath.

“I did it... for you,” Bucky repeated slowly, his voice dangerously quiet. “I couldn’t stand the idea of that monster living another second after what he did to you.”

You swallowed, though your throat was aired dry.

“I can hear you cry at night,” he confessed and your heart clenched. Slowly, Bucky lifted his gaze to you, blue eyes startling through the wash of tears. “I know what he did to you, Y/n. You don’t have to tell me, because I know. I know what it’s like to be stripped of your power, to be helpless. I know what that does to a person. You... You never should have had to know what that feels like, too. It would have lingered over your head, Y/n -- to have that monster in the compound with us. It would have driven you��mad. So I did what I had to do. I won’t apologize for that.”

You stared at Bucky, lips parted. “Fury will be pissed.”

You didn’t know why you said that. Perhaps because you were too afraid of what Bucky was really saying – the meaning behind his actions. Why it tortured him to allow this man to live after what he did to you.

Bucky chuckled dryly. “Yeah, I suppose he will.”

Quietly, you inched closer to him, stepping over the wet bloods of crimson as it slithered along the floor. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your head pressing to his chest. Bucky stilled for a moment, surprised, before his arms folded around you. It was warm in his embrace, safe. You listened to the gentle thumping of his heart as a hand circled sweetly over your spine.

And then, so quietly you knew only his advanced hearing could pick up, you muttered, “thank you,” against his chest.

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this is your reminder that on drabble night I'm barely reading this over after I write it instead of taking weeks to edit and draft and redraft lol so if there's mistakes or the quality is not on par, that is why

[coffeecrusadeclub]

Superman-Tyrus fic

*TW mentions of abuse*

TJs POV:

After practice all of my bball friends decided that they had to go home and study for the upcoming finals week. I really wasnt in the mood to study and decided to head to the park and just relax. I definitely didnt expect to see Cyrus when I got there. He was sitting with his boyfriend, Erin, on a park bench. Man I hated Erin with a passion.. Not because he was dating someone I was in love with, but because of how shitty he treated him. I sighed and sat on the swingset, the only reason I decided to come, trying to ignore them. Unfortunately the bench they sat at was only like 2 feet away. I looked over at Cyrus who looked pretty upset and wondered what they were fighting about today. I couldnt help but tune into their conversation as it slowly turned to yelling.

"I said I dont want to Erin, Im not in the mood. How many times do I have to tell you!"

"Come on dont be a lame Cyrus. You can't just jump back when you were giving all kinds of signals"

"I wasnt doing anything! I was kissing my boyfriend who I thought loved me no matter what but Im not so sure right now"

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean"

"Nevermind forget it I'm going home"

I watched as Cyrus got up to leave, Erin grabbing his wrist and pulling him back onto the bench. Cyrus winced as he hit the bench

"Youre not going anywhere until you tell me what the f* that means"

"That hurt Erin" Cyrus's voice cracked and it looked like he was about to start crying.

"Oh man up Cyrus I barely even touched you" Cyrus wiped his face, he had started crying. Apart of me wanted to intervene but I didnt think it was my place.

"Oh great now youre crying. Whats your damage Cyrus? Youre acting like a baby"

"Youre acting like a real jerk right now you know that Erin!?"

"Oh whatever Cyrus don't be so sensitive. Come on we're going to my place, my parents are going to be out till 9" Erin grabbed Cyrus's wrist and a look of anger crossed his face when Cyrus pulled away. I looked down at my feet to pretend I wasnt listening.

"I told you that I didnt want to!"

"Cut it out Cyrus come on you have to"

"Im your boyfriend not your escort. I dont have to do anything"

"Cyrus Im serious lets go"

"I said No!" Cyrus yelled at his boyfriend angerily.

*SMACK*

My head shot up instantly at the sound. I look over at Cyrus who was now holding his cheek, crying so hard it looked like he couldnt breathe, and being dragged by Erin. Did he seriously just hit him?

"Alright thats it" I said loud enough for them to hear. Causing Erin to stop. "Why do you let him treat you like that Cyrus?"

Cyrus looked up at me he already had a bruise forming along his cheek bone.

"Dont talk to him" Erin growled and I couldnt tell if it was directed towards me or Cyrus.

"Cy you have the brightest smile in this entire city and I havent seen it in so long since you got with this jerk."

"Mind your own buisness TJ" Erin continued to walk pulling Cyrus behind him. I grabbed Erins shoulder stopping him.

"Get lost jerk" Erin shoved me and in an automatic response I shoved him back.

"I'll get lost when I know Cyrus is safe and you know how to treat him" i was really getting in Erins face, he had let go of Cyrus who had retreated a couple feet back. I had a couple inches on Erin.

"Hes perfectly fine with me"

"Really? He doesnt exactly look it."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you just hit him probably really hard because he already has a bruise. You obviously dont love him"

"Yeah I do love him why else would I be with him"

"Because hes smaller than you? He listens to you? You dont love him you love what you can take from him, how he makes you feel. You dont hurt the people you love"

"I didnt hurt him hes fine. Hes just being a crybaby"

"See? Thats what I mean. You don't deserve him"

"And what, you do? You think your some knight in shining armour? You try being with this brat for awhile and see how you start to act"

"Don't disrespect him like that."

"Why? Do you want to spend all your time with him because be my guest"

I looked over at Cyrus who was calmed down but still crying. He was biting his nails looking up at me with pleading eyes, as if asking for help.

"I think spending time with him would be amazing. How do you not love someone as caring and loyal as Cyrus."

"Well if youre so madly in love with him you can keep him. Im done with him, over there acting like a big baby"

"Watch it" I warned him. Eric pushed me away and started walking away. I stood there and watched him leave. I sighed "Im sorry Cyrus I just hated seeing him hurt you and once he hit you I just couldn't bite my tongue anymore" I turned to face him and he wrapped his arms around me and started crying. I hugged him back and rested my chin on his head.

"Thank you" he mumbled into my tshirt, choking between sobs. Once he had calm down I took him to sit on the swings with me.

"TJ?"

"Yeah underdog?"

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" I looked up at him slowing my swing.

"What you said about spending time with me.. and about- about loving me"

I felt my face turn a light shade of pink and i looked down at my feet with a soft smile on my face. "Ye-yeah I did" Cyrus didn't respond.

"I dont- I dont expect anything from you though, I know you need time to heal and like move on and all that... right now I just want to be your friend I want to help you feel better even if you never end up liking me back. I think thats what loving someone is.. helping them without expecting anything in return."

"Thank you..." Cyrus paused, hesitant on his words. "I love you too you know.. I never thought you'd like me back.. and then I met Erin. In the beginning he made me feel like I was at the top of the world, but after time he started- he started expecting me to do things. And at first it started off small like innocent stuff and I felt like I had too and then it turned to something different.. I started to feel like he was holding me at the edge of a cliff and by then it was too late.. I was terrified to try and tell him no if I did it-it didnt end well"

Cyrus wiped a tear a way from his eye and took a deep breath.

"Im sorry Cyrus. I saw it and I knew he was terrible to you and I didnt say anything until it was too late"

"You cant blame yourself for that. It wasnt your responsibility, I was the one who cut you off for him" he sighed looking away from me.

"Hey, I'll tell you what. From this point on I, TJ Kippen, will protect you, Cyrus Goodman, from all evil in the universe. I will not let anything like this happen again...."

"My very own Superman" he looked up at me with a smile, a light blush covering his face.

"Its getting dark. Do you want to go to my place" Cyrus winced at my phrasing i put my hand gently on his shoulder.

"Hey Im your personal superman I dont have the same intentions. My plan is to sit on my basement floor with 2 containers of icecream while we do whatever you want with a movie playing in the background" he smiled at me

"That actually sounds great"

"Lets go then?" He nodded and we both got up. My hand brushed against his. My fingers intertwining with his involuntarily I felt him tense up and i started to let go. With a small hesitation he let his fingers lace with mine.

"Sorry Im not used to anyone touching me so gently"

"You dont have to apologize. I'll work on making sure your okay with something before doing it."

He smiled up at me, I smiled at the twinkle in his eyes.

"TJ Kippen, my very own, personal superman... Superman Kippen. My Superman" I smiled at Cyrus as he rambled aimlessly. Its probably been awhile since he got to really talk like this.

"Hey Superman? What movie are we going to watch?"

"Whichever one you want from the redbox Muffin"

He smiled at me. "Superman and his Muffin.. i love it" Cyrus whispered, barely audible.

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