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heli0s-writes · 5 years ago

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Fuckin’ Legit

Pairings: Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary: Follow up to Fuckin’ Teamwork, based off this ask. A/N: More silly shenanigans. Dumbass reader :) 2.1k words

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Bucky watches from a distance as you hurl through the air and land right heel-first on the training dummy, knocking its head off and making it bounce off the floor with enough force to lodge itself into the ceiling. The room of SHIELD recruits clap and cheer, and when the dummy’s head flops back down you kick it like a hacky-sack at Maria Hill.

“Great demonstration,” Hill catches the head and tucks it under her arm. “Are you interested in teaching a course in hand-to-hand combat with a focus on aerial recovery? Legitimately?”

“Only if you promise not to fall in love with me.” You send a wink at her and then, as soon as you see Bucky’s bewildered face through the other side of the glass, you leap after him. He’s convinced you’re dumber than a bag of rocks, but you’re not deterred by it—especially not after Maria Hill’s validation. Puffing your chest, you skip forward, “Hey, Buck! I’m legit!”

Immediately, you trip and face plant into the nearest surface. The room collectively hisses in discomfort.

“I take that back.” Maria hurriedly ushers the recruits out before they can witness anything else.

Bucky slips through the door and roughly yanks you up by your elbow, wincing when your nose reveals a line of blood dripping into your mouth. “Legit, my ass. Come on. Stark called for us.”

The air in the conference room is stagnant and overwrought with a million unsaid—unscreamed—expressions. Tony pivots on his lifted heels, finger jabbing toward the big screen where a dark and grainy image is projected.

“Care to explain this? Friday pulled it from a broadcast coming from the cell.” He narrows his eyes at you as you slump down into the swivel chair until only the top of your head shows. “How about you?” Tony gestures to Bucky.

Tony has a laser pointer in his other hand, and he shines the red spotlight on the picture where Bucky’s knees are bent and planted to the ground. The dot trails over his thigh and then over the smaller frame beneath him.

You’re there, arched upward into his torso, legs hooked around his tapered waist, heels digging into his spine. Four of his thick flesh fingers are shoved inside your mouth, pulling your cheek open, and the dim light catches a sliver of your wet tongue. His other forearm is pushed onto your sternum, holding you down.

It looks bad.

It looks like Bucky is dry humping the daylights out of you in an abandoned Hydra facility.

Sam erupts into a screeching laugh when he finally pieces it together, pitching forward until he’s flattened against the wood table. “Ho-Homygod--- This is the best day of my life. Is this the cyanide incident?”

Bucky is red from head to toe.

Natasha rolls her eyes and slides away from the table. “Tony, she ate two cyanide capsules. Barnes was wrestling them out of her mouth.”

Tony stiffens for a moment as he ponders the truth behind her statement. Then, he quirks his head like an owl, flares his nostrils, and stoops beneath the table to find you resembling a boneless pile of flesh.

“Everyone is dismissed.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “I wish I could fire you.”

A quiet whimper escapes your lips, the most pathetic noise to ever come from a human being. “But…” You whine pathetically, “I’m legit.”

A few nights later, you find yourself sneaking through yet another dusty old hideout. Surprise, surprise, Hydra is bad with maintenance and loves asbestos.

Steve made you an outline of all your tasks on his mission, written in all caps, folded neatly, and shoved it into your back pocket before departure. You skimmed over it on the plane before crumbling it up. The first bullet point had glared: NO CANDY.

Tightass.

You easily clear the wing and dispatch your status to Sam who is waiting patiently in the jet, fingers on the console. Bucky is patrolling the perimeter and you are taking the east side while Redwing zooms through the west.

There have been trip wires (newbie shit) and also surprisingly advanced attempts at entrapment so far (motion sensors, temperature regulated alarms). They’ve all been expertly pulled apart and rewired and you are taking a short break fucking around in the hallway, peering at dusty paintings of – some old dead bald guys. You take a picture of one and send it to Tony, labelled it’s like looking into the future.

Chortling, you continue down the corridor aimlessly until you hear a creak.

The knife in your hand is blade-first and coming down hard on the body sneaking up until— “Oh Barnes!” You cry happily, tucking it back into the strap on your wrist. “Good. You’re here! There’s only one more room—I’ve been crushing it.”

Literally two seconds after you say that, you turn the corner and run face-first into the door. Bucky pauses as if he doesn’t quite register what just happened before slowly reaching forward and gently applying pressure to the handle.

It’s written all over his face: you’re an idiot. You are seriously lacking some brain cells.

He leads the way carefully, swatting cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and taking stock of each corner, rifle pointed forward and alert. Behind him, your boots thump noisily against the floor and a chair is tipped over when your arm crashes into it.

Bucky spins on his heels and catches the chair before it can fall on top of what looks like a very obviously placed … box.

It’s a box.

A giant red box is on the floor, outlined with a square of white tape. Two abnormally unsoiled items in a room made almost entirely out of forty-year old dandruff. Your hands are already on both sides of it before Bucky can knock you out of the way.

“Don’t!” He screams because fucking anything could be under there!

A wild animal! A toxic chemical! A bomb! Snakes, for fuck’s sake! His eyes widen at the fading shadow cast on the floor as you lift the top away. Then, his heart stops beating.

It’s a slice of cake. And a cup of tea. A single slice of vanilla sheet cake neatly decorated with a blush-pink rose and two perfectly piped green leaves. The faint smell of jasmine wafts into the air.

Bucky barrels into you before you get the chance to lick your lips.

“Wilson!” He calls into the comm as you push his face away with an offended yelp, “They’re in the east side—set a trap for us! Get over here and bring your stupid bird too! I swear to God—NO! DO NOT!”

In the hovering Quinjet, Sam Wilson leaps to his feet and swoops out of the cabin, wings folded as he dives. “Come again?!” He taps on the comm wedged inside his left ear, “Barnes!?”

“-- fuck-- gonna—fucking--- stop BITING ME!”

A furious row of explosions blare in Sam’s ear as he banks a sharp left and lands on two feet, tearing his way inside the facility, checking on his wrist all the while. Redwing’s camera is glitching, but he can make out flashes of gunfire and what looks like at least five bodies, not including his two teammates. Bursts of white erupt on the screen and Sam’s heart picks up a tremendous pace before he kicks the door down, pistols out and aimed.

A silence smothers the room before grunting and screaming erupts again over Sam’s shout of, “What is going on in here?!”

“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the exact moment I came upon my fellow Avengers,” Sam pauses, waving his hand with a bow at the image projected on the conference room screen.

Friday pulled another image from the broadcast before Sam shot out all the cameras in the facility.

It seems that the previous video of you eating cyanide had been intercepted through a bounced signal from the original recording’s output and those on the other end decided you were enough of a proper imbecile to be tricked by something as simple as a slice of cake.

They weren’t wrong.

Tony’s laser is in Sam’s hand and he points the dot in flashes five times, “Dead dudes. Check.” The dot moves on, landing on two splayed out legs before it runs up the side of Bucky’s body pressed to the concrete. “Barnes. Check.” Bucky shuts his eyes and slams his head into the table. “And… here we have this.”

Sam points to you, bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you lurch forward, one hand outstretched and smeared with frosting while the other holds your torso barely an inch from the ground, paying no mind to the two elbows digging into your stomach. Sam points again to where your crotch is pushed right into Bucky’s face.

“Jesus Christ.” Steve mutters, flushing red, “I wrote you directions for a reason…”

“Excuse me,” You huff, “Cake is not candy.”

“Really?!” Bucky snaps, “That’s the hill you’re going to die on!? You ran into the door! You knocked over a chair! You looked at the one thing that did not belong in the room and you picked it up even after I told you not to!”

Steve jumps back into the grilling, “And if you would have read the rest of the list—NO FOOD AT ALL was number two!”

“Oh yeah!?” You’re near hysterical now, shrieking at the top of your lungs. Stupid men ganging up on you. “What was number three? No fun!? I’m Captain America and I’m such a tightass--”

Bucky cuts you off, throwing his hands up into the air, “Number three was get the blueprints!”

“Oh.”

The room falls silent as you tuck your hand into the pocket of your pants. “Why didn’t you just say so? I nabbed ‘em as soon as I got in there. Marked off the locations of all the cameras and security alarms—not like that matters since Wilson shot them and I disarmed the rest in the east wing. Also, there were corridors and secret entryways not in the file. It’s on here now.”

Carelessly, you chuck the flash drive from your pocket at Steve and it smacks him in the chest. Sam crosses his arms and cocks his head at you, “Shit. Didn’t know you were all that.”

You frolic to the door, “See ya later!”

Three men watch on in shocked silence as you prance down the hallway, banking a sharp right towards your room. Steve stares from Sam to Bucky and then to the flash drive in his hand.

Sam clucks, “You know what… All things considered… the girl is legit.”

He calls your name, bangs on the door with a hard fist and when it cracks open, you peek your head out with tired eyes. “Sup, buttercup?”

“Why are you like this? The cyanide? The cake? You had the flash drive the whole time!”

You shrug off what sounds like an accusation, “I dunno. I’m good at my job.” Bucky crosses his arms. “Barnes!” You scold with a growing grin, “I’m legit! I just… you know. Why put all the pressure on myself when you’re around?”

You snort a little, scratch your tummy underneath an oversized shirt absently, and shrug your shoulders repeatedly like you’re dancing. Bucky narrows his eyes. “Are you telling me you’re an idiot because of me?”

“Yeah, Buck. I know you’ll take care of me.”

He freezes. Feels a sudden swell of heat rush from his chest to the top of his head. Bucky opens his mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. He closes it. You give him a sleepy grin, leaning on the door and swinging it wide, faltering against the knob with a yelp.

Swiftly, and true to his character, Bucky catches you with one arm.

Hanging from his hold, body twisted around, you look up into his blue eyes. They’re strangely tender, dancing over your face with an inquisitive glimmer.

The moment shatters when Bucky’s gaze stops at your neckline. “Is that—" he frowns, “Is your shirt on backwards?”

You nod. “Uh huh. Inside out too.”

His eyes slip shut. With a sigh, he drops you flat on your back and turns around. “You’re an idiot. I hate you.”

Down the hallway as he stomps off, cursing the moment the thought you were cute or something… he hears your voice calling.

“I’m an idiot— but I’m legit, right? And I’m your idiot, right? Bucky? Bucky!”

Bucky holds back a grin. Flicks you off behind his back. Legit or not, he would never give you the satisfaction of knowing.

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aliceaddellheidde · 4 years ago

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Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 1 – Advantage

WORDS: 1601

WARNINGS: violence, swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless and are using they/their pronouns. I hope I'm using it correctly. Don't want to insult anybody.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you two touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 1/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi and Rai were best at their job. They were taking care of human being´s souls. Making sure everyone will meet their soulmates sooner or later. You see, it´s not easy work. Especially when you have younger sibling. Parca were exact opposite of his relatives. While Moi were warm, dressed in brown-red-orange-yellow clothing and Rai, cold in purple-blue-green-pink attire, Parca were like a shadow. Black-white-grey-silver outfit matching their neutral, mischievous personality. As the youngest, Parca were causing a lot of problems, making eternity harder for Moi and Rai.

„Hear, hear my dear fellow immortal!” Parca were dancing around big hall where Rai were checking on their broken souls, looking for suitable candidate for today. „What do you want Parca?” „Oh, don’t be grumpy. I have news for you and our precious Moi.” „They are next door. You know we have counting at this hour. Don’t you have as well?” „All done. But there is something our boss want you and Moi to do. As priority.” „I'm sure it can wait.” „Um-mm, nope.” Parca grin as Rai frown. Then bright light appears and with that Moi too. „What's so urgent?” Parca gave them gloving rolled up parchment. When Rai open it, Moi gasp. „Finally! He was bugging me since 1937!” „There is one problem tho dear Moi. Look.” They read written words loud. „James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y//L/N. Shite.” „Moi, language!” „Details. Now lets work. Those two will be a tough nut.”

And since that day their plan set in motion.

You absolutely hated Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he was annoying little shit, always thinking he's better than you in everything. It was partly true, but he doesn’t need to know, right?

You just came to kitchen for breakfast when wall of muscles stopped you. „Look where you going dipshit!” Bucky smirked at you. „Someone woke up in bad mood?” he teased. „Shut up.” you hissed and opened upper cabinet only to find it empty of your favourite cereals. „Borky! Where is my food?” You turned around, but he was gone. With sight you took cereals from Wanda´s shelf. She will forgive you.

Morning shower was very relaxing. You almost forgot about Bucky. Until loud alarm went off and you dropped your shampoo as you jumped. „Damn it Rogers.” you cursed, quickly dried yourself and ran into your room for clothes when bucket full of glitters fell on you, leaving you startled. You couldn’t take another shower and had to change before Steve would come looking for you. Shaking glitters from yourself, best as you could, you put t-shirt and shorts on and hurried to meeting room. Everyone else was there.

„What happened to you?” Sam asked. Bucky was visibly holding back from laughing. „I had fight with my hobby cabinet. What do you think happened? This motherfucker prepared trap on me!” you sassed and gave Bucky middle finger. „That's enough! Y/N, sit down. We have emergency mission. Source said there is hidden Hydra facility in Atlanta. We don’t have building plans, but source said there are weapons and maybe a lab as well. Our tactic is go in, capture those peasants and destroy it.” Tony lifted his hand. „Yes Tony?” „Maybe we can take some guns for studies. And lab tech. You know, to better understand our enemies what are they doing.” Steve sighted. „Fine Tony. You can have one or two of their weapons. Banner and Dr. Cho will have lab stuff. Sam, Bucky, Y/N - suit up. Departure in 15 minutes.” You were leaving when Steve stopped you and Bucky. „Buck you have something to say to Y/N?” „Sorry.” he rolled his eyes. „Help her vacuum the floor. Quickly. And don’t try anything during mission. Both of you. Understood?” „Yes.” you said at the same time. „Great. Dismiss.”

„Ok, Mr. And Mrs. Grumpy. We´ll fly for an hour. Try not to kill each other.” Sam said from pilot seat. You took out your book and started reading. It was quiet for few minutes. Then you heard loud chewing and bubble bursting. Bucky smirked at you when you looked at him. You went back to your book and tried to ignore him. That worked for 10 minutes. „For fuck sake! Stop it!” you shouted. „What is it now?” Sam was tired of your fights. „He's chewing like an animal!” „Oh c'mon Buck. You can´t stop it for one flight?” „I´ll try.” Sam went back to cockpit and you put headphones on. To yours and Sam misfortune Bucky had yet another idea how to make you unhappy. His music was much louder than yours and his beaming smile was enough for you to throw your patience out of window. „Sam! I´m gonna to pilot and you sit here with this idiot.” If it meant to stop your fighting and have nice flight, Sam did it with no problem. Parca were pleased with themselves, little smug smile on face. They had so much fun. Rai and Moi were shaking their heads in cockpit.

„Why you have to do all those things to her Buck?” his friend asked. „It´s fun! She's like small child when she's angry. All red and death stares in one minute and second later she bakes chocolate cake for whole team.” „We all know you love her cake. But you really should try to restrict your pranks. I don’t want her to leave because of it.” „Nah, she's tough.” „As your captain I have to insist.” „Damn Bird brain, when did you turn into such strict man?” „On this mission. Wanna play cards?” „Sure.”

„We will land in five minutes. I sent Redwing already. He shot guards on the roof. There are 30 subjects in, garage full of cars and weapons.” „No lab?” „Maybe underground. Think Y/N, geez.” „Stop that. We have work to do.” With that Sam walked out. „After you.” Bucky mockingly bowed. „I hate you.” you said and followed your captain.

You prepared your gun and ran next to the wall, Bucky right behind. You looked from around the corner. „There is big concrete field. We have to run across it.” „That's stupid idea. They will see us right away.” „Then come up with better plan Mr. I-know-everything.” „I will. Let me think.” „Don’t hurt yourself.” „If you would shut up, you would know you have to find other way. There are mines under that concrete.” Sam said into our comms. „You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?” Bucky looked at you with disappointment. „I didn’t know there are mines!” He was silent, only moved his head for me to follow him. „Sam, is roof still clear?” „Yop.” „Can you get us there?” Metal wire appeared next to you and you took it. „Hold tight Y/N.” You knew what will come, but it was still weird how small thing like Redwing could lift you and fly. „Amateur.” Bucky scoffed and jumped on the roof with ease. „Show off.” you sneered when you landed next to him. „At least I have something to show.” Suddenly you felt small sting in shoulder. „Ouch, what the fuck? Were we drugged or what?” „No. Only little electric shock because you are not doing your work. Move your asses.” „Yes Cap.”

You ran across roof, then jumped on main building and hopped down on the ground. „Should we knock?” „Don’t be funny. I found you way in. There are back door on your right.” You moved there. „Stay behind me.” Bucky said and opened the door. You walked in and right away gunfire started. Bucky was effective as shield while you both tried to defence yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, there were Parca sitting on the car, laughing. Moi and Rai were there too. And thanks to their intervention you disarm almost all men inside the garage. Those who tried to run fell into Sam's trap. Moi moved destroyed cars and dead bodies for you to see secret door to laboratory.

You opened it and had to move from flying glowing ball. „Bucky, look out!” you screamed but it was too late. It hit him and his eyes rolled up as he fell down. Parca were very happy with their work. Moi and Rai not at all. You shot few guards and captured lab doctors. „Sam! Get Bucky out.” „Working on it.” You walked back into garage and found Bucky on the floor, panting. „You all right?” „Yeah.” „Take them. I´m going to check other buildings.” He nodded and even when he was shaking a bit doctors looked afraid of him.

„All clear. Gonna prepare some boxes for you Sam.” It took around 30 minutes and once you were done and safe in quinjet he blew up the facility. You turned to Bucky. „How are you feeling?” „Like I got hit by lighting ball.” „Ha, ha. Now for real.” „Fine. But my arm isn't working how it should.” „Let me see.” You started carefully repairing it and he was watching you all the time. Moi and Rai smiled at each other. Then Parca moved your hand wrong direction and Bucky yelped in pain. „Sorry! I´m so sorry!” „It´s ok. At least touch sensor is working.” You laughed in relief and continued your work.

„Good job. Were there any problems?” Steve asked when you landed. „Just Bucky´s hand. He went to medical bay already. Y/N took amazing advantage of situation and secured laboratory and all buildings” „Good. We will sort things out from here. You go and rest. See you tomorrow.”

You said your farewell to Sam and closed door of your personal paradise called your room.

#HBC Lucky In Love #the ss horniest book club #bucky barnes #soulmate au bucky barnes

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giirlboyfriend · 4 years ago

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ever since i moved out to the country I've been having weird experiences at night. like a few months ago I was taking my dog out at like 3am and there was Something really big chilling by my window and watching me when I came out, and it only ran away after I started to leave. I wasnt wearing my glasses and it was standing near the motion sensing lights so i didn't wanna go towards it to turn them on because I have Genre Awareness and thats stupid horror movie behavior, but the motion sensors didnt go off when it ran away??? it just. stared at me until my dog was done doing her business, which took a while, so I was basically in a stare down with some giant Something for at least 5 minutes.

anyways it ran away without setting off the lights and didnt make any sound at all, and since I wasnt wearing my glasses and am chronically afraid of the dark I'd basically convinced myself that I'd made it all up (even though my dog was pulling towards it and barking at it that doesnt matter lets not think about that)

but last night I went to go pick up my friend from her job and on the way I saw a. Big Ass Black Wild Cat on the side of the road chilling. biggest cat I've ever seen in my life, like massive. like that bitch belongs in a zoo. bigger than any bobcat I've ever seen and my first instinct when I saw it was jaguar, which is very stupid because I'm in texas, but then I remembered that it's not totally unlikely that some crazy rancher has exotic pets that they dont secure well enough, because texas.

anyways. if I fall off for a few weeks it's probably because ive been eaten by something love and light 😊

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bellattawrites · 4 years ago

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darling dearest

pairing: hitoshi shinso x fem!reader - Y/n, L/n

rating: SFW, 16+, mentioned sex

cw: swearing, suggestive comments, implied sex,

fluff, enemies to lovers, college AU

word count: 1.6k

The sun began setting down on downtown Tokyo. Y/n made her way to the dorms after her final class of the day. She was exhausted and still had so much work she needed to finish.

College was really wearing Y/n out.

She took her keycard from her backpack and pressed it against the sensor. The door opened and she made her way to the shoe locker.

After changing out her shoes, Y/n walked towards the elevator. The door opened as she moved her hand to press the button.

“Yikes, you should’ve taken the stairs.” said a daunting voice.

Y/n turned to see the last person she wanted to ever see. Hitoshi Shinso, a student in the same year. They met in high school and constantly quarreled over things most might consider stupid. To be truthful, neither of them really knew if their arguments were even worth the trouble.

But one thing they both knew for sure was that they did not like each other.

“Right, because if I had taken the stairs I would’ve been able to avoid your ugly ass face. Move.” Y/n said harshly.

Shinso rolled his eyes and scoffed at the woman standing in front of him.

“You talk like you’re in charge of the elevator, L/n. Maybe I don’t want to move. Take the stairs, looks like you could use it.” Shinso said.

Y/n sighed and pressed the button for the other elevator, choosing to completely ignore Shinso. He frowned and exited the elevator. Shinso wanted a reaction that she had decided not the give him.

“You gonna say something?” he asked. Y/n smirked and slipped by him into the elevator he had just left.

She raised a hand and waved to him with a smirk.

“Goodbye.” she said as the doors began to close.

Once she left his view, Shinso scowled and turned on his heel.

“That bitch.” he muttered under his breath before walking out of the building.

***

The next night, Y/n and her friends walked into the club by the campus. After a long week of classes and endless studying, she felt like she deserved a night off.

The inside of a nightclub in Tokyo was a seemingly surreal experience. The lights flashed and the bass drowned out the faint sounds of hoots and hollers. Y/n began thriving off of the disorientation and began dancing to the music.

She turned her head to the right in search for her friend, but instead saw something she wasn’t ready to see.

Y/n wasn’t even aware that she wasn’t prepared to see what was taking place.

A girl with luscious long legs, gorgeous honey-colored hair, and a body that many would consider irresistible danced on someone with a familiar face. His typically unruly purple hair hair had fallen and clung to the sides of his face. The hands that Y/n had unknowingly noticed so many times tugged on the girl’s hips as she grinded into him.

Y/n felt sick. The undescribably wonderous feeling from before turned into panic. She rushed off of the dance floor and towards the door as fast as she could

“Y/n! Wait!” her friend called after her.

Y/n didn’t stop at the sound of her friend’s voice. As soon as she reached the door, she kicked open the door and stumbled outside. She disregarded the people in line and the bouncer watching as she fell to her knees and gasped for air.

A tight feeling took over her chest and she closed her eyes to attempt to breathe properly again.

“God, you look pitiful on the ground like that.”

Y/n’s eyes opened wide and she turned her head to see Shinso and the girl. One of his hands rested on her hip and the other laid by his side.

“Your eyeliner is running, Sweetie.” the girl said in a mocking tone. Y/n looked down at their feet and sighed.

“Are you just going to sit there mocking me, Shinso? Don’t you have something better to do?” Y/n said as she motioned to the girl.

Shinso’s eyes changed from a malicious glare to a concerned gaze. Sure he had made fun of Y/n in the past, but she usually came back with a retort. It was unlike her to not fire an insult back.

“She’s right, come on.” the girl said, now clinging to him. Y/n had stood up and straightened out her dress already, returning to her usual stance.

Shinso followed the girl away from the club, but couldn’t shake the thought of Y/n hopelessly kneeling on the ground.

He hated this feeling. He felt like shit.

Guilt coursed through his veins for the rest of the night.

Shinso kept thinking about Y/n.

***

The following week was an uneventful one. Y/n had gone about her week doing the usual things. Classes, studying, and extra work had consumed her schedule.

But something unusual that she had noticed was that she hadn’t had a notable encounter with Shinso.

When they crossed paths outside of the dorm building, he didn’t respond to her insult. He simply rolled his eyes and walked away. Y/n knew this was because of what happened outside the club.

She knew that the encounter probably stuck with Shinso as much as it stuck with her.

Y/n had no intention to admit why she had reacted so severely to seeing Shinso grind with a random girl. She figured it was better to ignore and suppress whatever the hell she was feeling instead of going through the painstaking process of facing her her emotions.

But she seemed to completely disregard her plan to suppress her feelings when she saw Shinso exiting the elevator she was approaching.

“Hey!” she yelled.

Shinso cursed under his breath and turned to face Y/n.

“What?” he asked in an annoyed tone.

“Why won’t you be an asshole to me? Ever since you saw me fucked up outside the club, you won’t hurl insults at me.” Y/n said.

“Do you want me to be an asshole to you?” Shinso asked.

Y/n raised her shoulders frustrated. “I don’t know!” she slightly yelled.

Shinso scoffed. “Okay well what do you want?” he asked while slightly raising his voice.

“I don’t know what I want, Shinso. It’s just strange for you to not be an ass.” Y/n said.

Shinso chuckled for a second before squinting at Y/n.

“You must be out of your damn mind! I stop being rude to you after I see you upset and you get mad about it? You’re literally insane!” Shinso said.

“I don’t need you to pity me, I don’t need you to feel like you have to be nice to me. I’m not weak, Shinso!” she said.

“So you want me to be a jerk as if I never saw you upset. I’ve never seen you like that, I don’t even know what made you that upset!” he said.

Y/n stood there and just looked at him for a moment. She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like she could just explain it to him.

“Forget I said anything. I’m going upstairs.” she said.

Y/n walked into the elevator and disappeared from Shinso’s sight. He sighed and looked at the door the the stairwell.

It was honestly such a bad idea to do what he was thinking about doing. Facing the feelings he had been having since high school was a god awful idea. He wasn’t good enough to deserve someone like Y/n. That’s why he did what he could to make her dislike him.

But at this point, Shinso couldn’t help himself.

***

The elevator door opened and Y/n took a step forward. She was suddenly grabbed by the wrists and pulled forward before her body pressed into someone else’s/

She was met with purple eyes that stared deep into her own. Nerves began to course through her body and her breathing became irregular.

“You annoy the fuck out of me, you know that?” Shinso said both softly and aggressively at the same time.

Y/n took a moment to process what he said.

“Yeah, I do it on purpose.” she said.

The fronts of their bodies were still pressed together and their faces were only inches apart. Both of them waited for the other to do something, do anything.

“You’re really gonna make me do it?” Shinso asked.

Y/n smirked and her eyes thinned.

“Yup.” she said.

Shinso rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Tch. Fuck you.” he said.

He then violently smashed his lips onto hers, and she immediately returned the kiss back. Their lips continued to move in sync more and more aggressively. Y/n’s hands moved up to Shinso’s hair and his hands moved to hold onto her hips.

Y/n pulled away and the separation of their lips made a popping sound.

“Yeah, this is a hallway, follow me.” she said.

Y/n grabbed Shinso’s wrist and dragged him down the hall to a door. She unlocked it with a keycard and cracked the door open.

“Wait, are you sure?” Shinso asked.

Y/n turned around and devilishly smirked at him.

“Yes.”

***

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open the next morning only to be met with the sight of someone’s very bruised neck.

Extremely bruised neck.

She then realized what she had done.

Who was in the bed.

And that neither she, or Shinso were not wearing clothes.

“Good morning, Darling Dearest.” grumbled Shinso. His morning voice caught Y/n off guard. She then realized that she was curled into him and resting on his arm.

“We weren’t drunk?” she asked as many of last night’s memories came flooding back.

“Nope. We were angry though.” Shinso said.

Y/n did remember that part. The absolutely aggressive angry sex was basically unforgettable.

“I thought you hated me?” Y/n asked as she tilted Shinso’s head down.

Their eyes met once more.

“Things change.” he said with a grin.

“You’re cute when you don’t want to admit things out loud. Just say you love me already.” Y/n said as she buried her face into his chest.

Shinso sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around Y/n.

“I love you.”

“Yeah yeah, I love you too.”

#bnha x reader #bnha #bnha shinsou #shinsou x y/n #x reader #bnha fluff #mha #mha smut #shinsoubnha #shinsō hitoshi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha x reader #oneshot

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Not What It’s Cracked Up To Be ch.5 (baon)

Summary: Edge and Stretch are finally getting back on an even keel. Edge’s broken leg is healing well, Spring is finally here and the flowers are close to blooming.

Be a shame if anything disturbed their domestic bliss.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Fluff, Chickens, Depression

Notes: As a heads up, this chapter includes a depiction of depression.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Before Edge was willing to leave the house on what was likely a fool’s errand, he went back upstairs to peek in on Stretch. It was difficult to tell what was going on beneath the tangle of the blankets, but he seemed to be more relaxed from his tight, fetal curl of earlier. Probably sleeping and that was good.

Back in Underfell, his brother’s supposedly laziness used to drive him mad, but coming to the surface world brought a few humbling realizations. Depression was exhausting and so was low HP, and he no longer questioned the need for plenty of rest from any of those he cared about.

A closer inspection showed the blankets rising and falling in even rhythm, deep, slow breaths and Edge let out a near-silent, relieved sigh of his own, hoping that Stretch came out of the other side of sleep at least a little improved.

Edge hesitated at the bedside, wondering if he should leave a note. He decided against it. Stretch had his phone, he could text if he needed anything. Enough dithering about, whatever it was that Red was dragging him out of the house for must be at least a little important, the cameras Edge knew were hidden outside their house surely showed him what happened last night and—

Edge went stock-still on his way out the bedroom door, his hand still on the doorknob as suspicion along with sudden anger welled up in his soul. He closed the door with care and with slow deliberation, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to send a curt text back to his brother, Tell me what this is about.

No response and just as he was about to shove his phone back into his pocket came, awful slow these days, bro. hurry up and you can see for yourself.

His phone creaked in his hand and Edge forcibly loosened his grip, shoving it back into his pocket before he could give in to the childish urge to throw it against a wall. It wouldn’t change a thing except give him the extra headache of being without a phone until he could get a replacement. Red would have his fun and there wasn’t an angry text message in existence that would change that. There was only one way for his niggling suspicions to be confirmed and that was to play the game.

But he would have a thing or three to say once they were done, of that he was certain. Edge snagged his keys on the way out the door and headed out to his car.

The address Red sent him wasn’t more than a ten-minute drive to the mostly abandoned neighborhoods of Old New Home. As he pulled up to the abandoned lot, Red stepped out of a shortcut on the curb, hands in his pockets and his semi-permanent grin wide.

It set Edge’s emotions into a roiling conflict. On one hand, he was very annoyed with his brother, verging on furious if this turned out the way he suspected, and on the other…

On the other, the last time he’d seen his brother, it had started with him lying on Edge’s kitchen floor, bleeding out in his arms, and ended with Sans carrying him away. He looked tired, but that was more normal than not with Red.

Interesting to note that he was not wearing a matching collar to Sans, which meant either Sans had no idea what a single collar relationship symbolized, or he knew all too well and Edge wasn’t taking that thought any further. Brotherly concern was one thing, but he was not interesting in knowing the minute details of their relationship, so long as they were happy.

Speaking of happiness, Red’s grin was practically gleeful as Edge got out of the car. “awful slow, there, bro. gimp leg holding you back?”

“Shut up,” Edge said automatically, even as he limped over with cane in hand, “and start telling me why you dragged me out here.”

The mocking pout was all the more disturbing for being on Red’s face. “what, no hug?”

“I’d attempt it to prove a point,” Edge told him dryly, “but I have enough injuries without you literally stabbing me in the back. What. Do. You. Want.”

Red only shook his head, sighing as if with deep disappointment, ah, he was in a cheerful mood, wasn’t he. “all those years of you harping on manners and i ain’t even getting a how’s it going, how you been feeling, looking a lot better without all your marrow leakin’ out. no love at all, boss?”

If he wanted to play, Edge did still remember the rules. “Very well. How is Sans doing? He looked well when he brought me your report the other day. Is he taking care of any more of your work?”

That smile slipped a fraction. “he’s doin’ fine.”

Edge only looked at him, brow bone raised. If Red wasn’t going to discuss the elephant in the room, Edge would be more than happy to allow it to step on his foot. “I’m only asking as the Director of Operations, literally your boss, as you so enjoy pointing out. I’m sure you understand that it’s important for me to know what work my people are handling. In case there are any liabilities.”

That wide grin turned faintly wry, Red’s crimson eye lights gleaming his amusement. “yeah, fuck you, boss. he’s doin’ real good. decided for some dumbass reason he needs to move in. stupid fucking cat is having a fit.”

“Ah, yes, fuck you, only the very best comeback in your arsenal for me, I’m sure. And I can’t even begin to imagine why he’d want to move into that garbage pit you call a home.” Edge crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at his brother. “All right, you’ve had your fun. Now, where is she?”

Red barked out a laugh. “oh, very good, little brother, already figured it out, didja.”

“Your puzzles haven’t improved since Junior Jumble, it was not that difficult.”

“not for you.” As far as he was out of his childhood years, hearing that rare tinge of pride in his brother’s voice still made him want to preen. Edge squashed the urge, following as Red jerked his head towards overgrown field behind him. “come on.”

The terrain would have been aggravating even with two perfectly working legs. Having one that sent up threatening warning twinges with every step made it all the worse and the soil was loose and muddy, hard for feet and the tip of his cane. Grimly, Edge follow his brother through the hip-deep weeds, taking sour enjoyment in the fact that they were nearly above his brother’s head.

“she was a bitch and a half to find, i tell you what,” Red said conversationally, shoving his way through the vegetation. Edge supposed he should be grateful Red hadn’t either gone all-out jungle trekking and brought a machete or worse, offered to shortcut them, if only to force Edge to refuse. The very thought of taking one of Red’s shortcuts made his gorge rise. His brother tromped on obliviously, or at least giving a remarkable appearance of it, “this little gal has some tricks. little chickie crossed a lotta roads to get here.”

“Care to explain how you even knew how to look for her?” Edge asked sardonically and it was just as well Red wasn’t looking at him, because Edge couldn’t hide his surprise when he answered.

“sure. i was the reason she was missing to begin with.”

Edge stopped, “What? What the fuck does that mean?!”

“keep your hair on, you want me to explain or not?” Red kept moving and after a moment, Edge followed him, hands clenched into painful fists to keep from reaching out and strangling him. All that would do was waste time and amuse Red all the more, and Edge was trying to keep his contributions to his brother’s sense of humor at a minimum. “motion sensor went off at your place in the wee hours last night.”

“Motion sensors that you are not supposed to have.”

“huh, strange thing,” Red mused aloud, “don’t remember anyone sayin’ i couldn’t.”

“I didn’t think I had to!”

“anywho, went over to check it out.” He paused, swearing under his breath as he picked several dried-up thistles from his jacket without even bothering to flick any in Edge’s direction and utterly ignoring Edge’s visibly simmering impatience. “and i saw some kinda animal with too much fur and not enough feathers to be in your coop. your little lady was outside in the fenced area and close to bein’ a midnight snack. so i scooped her up, but before i could deal with the toothy lil’ problem, your liability came swooping in like a fucking bare-ass bat out of hell, firing bones every which way. i shortcutted out before he could turn me into a kabob. didn’t really mean to take her along for the ride, but i didn’t exactly have a wide selection of options.” Red craned his head to look over his shoulder slyly, “’least the view wasn’t bad. he musta felt me getting ready to clean house and hightailed it down. honey bun has pretty good reaction time. better'n yours."

Edge ignored that. “And you didn’t bring her back afterward because?

Red only shrugged. “couldn’t. she weaseled her way loose the second we hit grass again and took off. spent half the night and all morning lookin’ for the little fucker. once i figured out where she was holed up, i messaged you.”

Edge exhaled slowly, struggling with his temper. “And why didn’t you simply tell me all this earlier? Stretch is sitting at home mourning her and you—"

“and if it turned out she got hit by a car or some shit?” Red countered sharply, “really wanted to go there? figured it’d be better to make sure she had her feathers intact before i got his hopes all up.”

That was surprisingly valid as excuses went, and yet, “You could have told me! At the very least I could have helped you search!”

“think so, little brother?” Red looked at him with enough scorn that Edge had to suppress a flinch, “or you think maybe you woulda told stretch, try and cheer him up a bit? i wanted you to look her over, make sure she's all right first, but hey, you go on and call him right now if that’s what you think is better.”

Edge ground his teeth and said nothing. All the arguing in the world couldn’t make Red understand that this might have been the last thin, straw that broke the back between Stretch and a very dark day. His brother coped with his issues in much different ways, in Edge’s experience usually copious amounts of alcohol. Perhaps Sans would have been able to explain it better. Or perhaps he would have already given in and slapped Red upside the head, it was a fair chance either way.

They kept up through the tall grass. It shushed around them in the light breeze, that rustle the only sound, surrounding them, and his car growing small and distant behind them. Red was panting when they came to a small clearing, leaning over with his hands braced on his knees as he panted out, “here we are.”

There, sitting happily in a trodden down area of grass, was Nugget. She cackled out a greeting, loud in the muffling hush of the grass, but concerningly she didn’t move when normally she would be dancing flirtatiously around Edge’s legs.

“Is she hurt?” Edge demanded. He reached for her, ready to carry her back to the car and straight to a veterinarian.

Red scratched at the back of his skull, “see, that’s the thing—”

Before Edge could pick her up, she let out a warning screech and tried to peck at his hands. He snatched them back, staring down at her in bemused shock.

“—she seems to be in a mood of some sort,” Red finished, “can’t figure it out, she ain’t bleeding and she hadta walk all the way over here on her own. i woulda brought her back to your place when i found her, but she was pretty insistent on stayin’ right there.”

Baffled, Edge ran a Check on her, ignoring how ridiculous it seemed to do on a chicken. Her HP was fine, and he thought it better not to question why she had a LV of 2. “She doesn’t seem hurt.”

He reached out again cautiously, ignoring her pinching little beak attacks against his gloves, and lifted her up. Beneath her, the grass was torn up and arranged into a sort of nest and inside it—

Red crouched down to peer into it, mouth twisting crookedly. “huh. where you figure she got the golf balls?”

“I have no idea.” Standing in a field questioning the intentions of a chicken was not where Edge ever expected to find himself.

Red reached in and pinched a small, white object between two sharpened fingertips, lifting it up from the pile to inspect it despite Nuggets increasingly loud squalls of betrayal. “there’s one egg, anyway. least she’s still layin’ for you.”

Tucking Nugget against his side to stop her squirms, Edge only stared at it, perplexed, and said slowly, “That isn’t one of her eggs. Nugget’s eggs are a pale green.”

“huh.” Red set it back gently into the pile of grass and golf balls, and scrubbed hand over his face. “lemme get this straight. your little mini liability found a random egg in a pile of golf balls and decided to settle in and play momma? that’s what we think’s happenin’ here?”

“Would you like me consult my crystal ball? I don’t speak chicken and you’re the one whose been spying on them.” Nugget was getting increasingly difficult to hold and her forlorn and angry cries were either too heartrending or too annoying for Red to ignore. He heaved a sigh, shaking his head.

“hang on to the little shit,” Red ordered, even as he stepped sideways into a shortcut. Leaving Edge alone in the tall grass with an increasingly distraught chicken.

“Hush, hush, come on now,” Edge soothed, gentle petting what he could reach of her feathers. Her loud clucks dissolved into unhappy coos, looking up at Edge with mournfully beady little eyes. How was this his life, Edge wondered, with weary amusement, catering to the whims of a bird that once he would have seen more as lunch than a pet. He gave her a gentle scritch underneath the chin and she crooned softly, her small eyes closing as she finally settled.

Only to squawk loudly as Red abruptly reappeared, “here we go.”

In his hands was a hanging basket with a spray of flowers only just beginning to bloom from the leafy tendrils. It was rather lovely, definitely expensive, and absolutely did not belong to Red.

“Where did you get that?” Edge demanded.

Red shrugged, “only thing that matters is they didn’t see me.” He dumped the flowers out onto the ground in a sad splatter of leaves and potting soil, then crouched down and began filling it with grass. “c’mon, the joke’s getting’ old and the crowd’s restless, let’s get the show on the road.”

Edge made a mental note to have a much nicer replacement sent discreetly to anyone who complained about a missing floral arrangement and started to crouch down to help. Only for his brother to brusquely wave him back.

“hold the fucking chicken, i got this,” Red snapped. He didn’t look up at Edge, stuffing grass into the basket furiously. “you been standing long enough, last thing you need is to get down here and not be able to get back up. bet that leg is singing an ava maria by now.”

Slowly, Edge straightened, watching silently as Red filled the basket and he didn’t protest his leg was fine, didn’t try to reassure him, only let him make a messy little nest in the basket. He added the golf balls, nestling them into the grass, then hesitated over the egg, finally giving Edge a side eye. “uh. so do we take it or leave it?”

“Take it,” Edge decided. “Perhaps Stretch can do some research and find out what kind of egg it is.”

“it’s your funeral, don’t blame me if you end up with pet crocodile or some shit.”

“Nonsense, crocodiles aren’t native to Ebott. Snakes, however—” He trailed off as Nugget renewed her struggles and leaned down to set her in the basket. She settled immediately, fluffing out her feathers and nestling in. “I suppose that’s that.”

“yep, take ‘er home.” Red stood and stretched, both hands pressed into the small of his back as the joints popped. “by the way, i saw you doing work on the coop. ain’t a bad idea, but you don’t have a fox problem, boss.” His brother straightened and tucked his hands into his pockets, his grin colder, sharper, and in that moment, he could have stepped dusty and damaged directly from Underfell. “’least not anymore.”

He was gone before Edge could even open his mouth to ask.

He was alone again in the tall grass with nothing but a contented chicken for company and his car a painfully long walk away, particularly when lugging said chicken along.

“Thank you, brother,” Edge said, with an equal measure of sincerity and sarcasm. There was nothing for it. Edge heaved up the basket in his free hand and started to struggle his way back through the field.

Time to head home. Home, yes, home, where Stretch was hopefully still asleep, and Edge could only hope that seeing Nugget would shake at least a little of his depression loose. The thought of even a faint smile from his love was enough to make the growing ache in his leg well worth it.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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toysoldiers-rwby · 5 years ago

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[SYT] 1. the sheep and her stupid dogs

Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Mature Word Count: 5247

The deadline to find a new teammate and pass their combat exam is approaching fast. Desperate for a substitute, Fiona takes her teammates to Mantle and finds more than a new partner.

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Fiona knew Atlas Academy was going to be difficult. The upperclassmen always told them, “Survive the first year and everything else would be a breeze,” but they weren’t a Faunus. They weren’t partnered with a quarry owner’s son. They weren’t surrounded by Atlas born elites, who’s family money was practically made from Faunus blood and bones. Lives even.

Yes, the first year was hard but not because of the test and training. It was her own partner and those… those stupid elites!

Fiona remembers the first time she finally broke under those hateful comments. She doesn’t remember the words, her own sobs to loud to hear much of anything. She could barely see Winter’s sneers through her tears. She does remember May’s fist… The feeling of shock, joy, and fear, as it colliding into her partner’s face.

May beat the quarry owner’s son until his Aura broke then threw in a few more punches hidden under his clothes. All the while Winter Schnee shield Fiona in case he slipped past May. Fiona never stood up to people like that. It always ended bad for her but… she never had people defend her in such a way.

Fiona held her palms to her eyes, trying to push back the tears. She laughed and smiled at the now bittersweet memory, “You two… ugh! You two are such idiots!”

Rich idiot with money and who knew how Atlas worked. A stupid Schnee too stubborn to care about her family name and a stupid Marigold too angry for reason. Two Atlas elites… who sacrifice their public image for her. Fiona wiped her eyes and replayed the public speech that finally got their fourth member expelled.

Their team had just won a tournament and stood on stage before the crowd and cameras. Fiona should have known her elites were planning something. On screen May softly nudged Fiona to stand at the far left instead of her usual position in the middle right.

Winter took the podium with an air of authority and confidence only the the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company could posses . Her voice was steady and calm, “Atlas is the pinnacle of peace and technology. We lead the world and set ourselves to a higher standard to strive beyond perfection,” the Winter-on-screen said. After nearly two years with the elite and countless hours of re-watching, Fiona could see the subtle tells of Winter’s temper rising.

It was a little scary. She wasn’t as obvious as May’s pulsing veins and clenched jaw. It was her posture. Always perfect but her shoulders tensed, forearms stiffen, everything coiled tight ready for a strike.

The strike was an angry gesture at their fourth member on the far right. “So why is this hateful, racist, queer intolerant buffoon still here?!” Winter yelled into the mic. That was the moment Winter became the former heiress of the SDC.

Fiona watch her own reaction. On-screen-Fiona tried leaning over, to look at Winter, maybe to stop her but May gave a subtle gesture to stand down.

Now Winter looked like May. A pulsing vein at the side of her neck, jaw tense and face reddening with anger.

Anger for Fiona and May.

Anger at the lack of action from General Ironwood and the other instructors at the Academy.

“We endured his unreasonable hatred for over a year. If this is Atlas’s definition of peace and perfection…” On-screen-Winter took a deep breath, returning to the calm and cool women that first took the podium. “I, Winter Schnee, will have no part of it.” She ripped the medal around her neck and threw it to the ground. May did the same and the Fiona did it too with shaking hands, her nerves and fear bare for the world to see.

If the Academy continued to do nothing, the world would know.

Fiona laughed and wiped her eyes. She held the Scroll close to her chest, “You two idiots… Was it worth it?” Her voice cracked as another sob broke through.

It wasn’t.

She could hear Winter and May arguing in the bathroom. The most promising team of Atlas Academy… cut down before graduation… General Ironwood had deemed the combat exam too dangerous for only three second years and bared them from taking their final. They had till the middle of summer to find a replacement, train, and to pass the exam.

“It’s been four days, Winter! No one is going to partner with us after the stunt we pulled!”

“I’m sure there’s at least one other person willing-”

“They can’t be upperclassmen. We’ve asked every second and first year, Win.”

“We’re not taking that asshole back. That’s final.”

“It’s our only option.”

“There has to be another way!” Winter yelled.

May sighed, “Me and Fiona will be fine-”

“Bullshit!” There were several loud crash in the bathroom. Fiona flinched under each one and when May yelped in pain Fiona bolted from her bed. Her hand hovered just out of range of the motion sensor. “I’m not watching you two cry again.”

“We’re not Weiss!” There were several loud crashes. Fiona nearly stepping back at each one. She stood her ground, heartbreaking with each punch that thudded through the metal door and walls. “We don’t need your protection!”

“It’s not… it’s…”

Fiona pulled her hand back using them pressing her ears flat and back to her head. She didn’t want to hear it. It wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth the sacrificing their huntress careers. She survived nineteen years of racism, she should survive two more… For these stupid elites willing to throw away their status.

The sheep Faunus took a breath for courage and waved her hand in front of the sensor before she lost it. The door to the bathroom slid open, revealing the pair of elites sprawled on the bathroom floor. Of course Winter was on top, a hand on May’s chest to pin her to the floor. Their chest was heaving from the yelling, face a little flush from their argument. Fiona didn’t blink, it was a familiar sight between two hot heads.

“May’s right. We’ll be fine…” Then she spotted something a little off and her words trailed off. She could count the space between May and Winter’s lips with a hand, one finger. For a total of one inch.

Either May didn’t realize how it looked or that this happened away too often in private. Winter couldn’t meet either of their eyes, but perhaps it was due to fighting May when she tried to shove her off. The Schnee didn’t budge, instead she adjusted from straddling May’s hips to sitting on her abdomen. The casual display of dominance only had the Marigold bristling, almost growling.

“You’re crying,” Winter observed with a scowl. That seemed to snapped May out of their fight. She arched awkwardly to get a look at Fiona.

“Why-” May started but Fiona interrupted her.

If she wasn’t a Faunus they’d all would be moving into the third year dorms right now.

“Stress,” Fiona said. She turned to one of the sinks and quickly rinsed her face from the tears and some snot she hoped the elites didn’t see. Through her fingers she caught Winter moving in the mirror, pulling at missing buttons and examine her uniform of any other damage. May seemed content to watch her partner preen and fix her appearance as best as possible until Winter looked down at her through long lashes and an arrogant smirk.

“Get off, you fat ass,” May scowled.

“In an effort to be a good teammate, leader, and reasonable adult. I’m ignoring that comment.” Winter said. She got to her feet and offered May her hand. Despite the scowl her partner took it.

Fiona shelved her suspicions for later. She patted her face dry and looked back up at her elites. Their light glares at each other soften when Fiona caught their attention, “May’s right. We need a fourth and everyone in Atlas is too much of a coward…” Fiona gasped. In Atlas. Fiona’s ears flickered about, almost tickling herself as it brushed against her fluffy hair. She smiled up at them, “We haven’t asked around in Mantle!”

As soon as the last word left her mouth May and Winter gave her an… interesting reaction. Disgust, contempt, reluctance, defeat. Fiona huffed and glared at the two, “The requirements was no upperclassmen. Nothing about our fourth member being a student!” She said.

It didn’t really sway Winter’s opinion, “I doubt General Ironwood would allow it,” Winter said.

At that May only light up, yellow eyes gleaming with mischief. She smiled back down at her, “Fiona you’re brilliant!” May laughed swooping her up and holding the sheep Faunus up high in the air. Fiona pouted back and kicked her legs. One of these days she will kick May in the balls… but not today. Today Fiona will enjoy that dumb smile and cute face. She needed it.

Winter did too, even if she tried to act cool and indifferent. The Schnee made a show of slipping off her shirt with a sigh, “I suppose I’m out voted…” She mumbled looking at the missing buttons. Fiona only smiled. It wasn’t much of a vote when May was too eager to fuck the system. Winter dropped her shirt onto May’s head as she walked back into their dorm room. “You’re either fixing it or buying me a new one, Marigold.”

“Whatever, ma’am,” May drawled at her, sticking out her tongue. She finally set Fiona down and grinned. “So where do we start?”

The Police Academy was Fiona’s first thought. But after May smoothed down her designer clothes she changed her mind. “We need to get you two into something that doesn’t scream money.” Fiona said. “Something casual.”

Winter and May glanced at each other. And May glanced at Winter’s abs and lace covered breast while the Schnee’s vision was blocked by a new top. Fiona couldn’t call her out on it because she was guilty of doing the same.

“… This is casual,” Both the stupid elites replied.

Fiona sighed, rubbing her temples. “Let’s just wear our uniforms. And a coat. A nice thick coat.”

As expected the pair didn’t actually have a coat thick enough to make up for Mantle’s weak heating grid. Only after five minutes of walking around Fiona stopped them by a small store. Fiona’s suspicious rose slightly, watching Winter give May a red scarf and hot drink to help with the cold. May grumbled but still accepted the small gesture and even pressed her shoulder into Winter.

When the Schnee finally looked away from her partner and at Fiona, the little lamb almost squeaked. “So? What now?”

“We should start with the Police Academy. There’s a chance General Ironwood would at least recognize their training,” Fiona said.

“Or we can split up and ask around,” May suggested. When Winter shivered a little May held out her drink for her. It was… so casual but Fiona couldn’t remember if it was a regular thing or not.

Fiona shook her head from the distraction. “No, absolutely not,” She said crossing her arms and looking up at the totally the pair. “You two will totally get swindled or pick pocketed.”

Winter’s lips frowned around the mouth of the hot drink. “I’m such a damsel in distress. Please protect me,” She drawled out in the most dead and flat tone Fiona has ever heard. May snorted and laugh while Fiona tried to pout but ended up giggling anyway. Winter tried to hid her own smile by taking another sip. The default scowl returned when Winter returned May’s drink to her, "I don’t need my swords for my Glyphs."

“They can’t charge me with assault if it’s not on the cameras!” May said. Fiona and Winter frowned at her. Somehow May’s cute face and innocent smile turned the statement incredibly dark. Possible because it was a well tested statement. The Marigold huffed at their reactions, “Besides it’s not like we need the lien.”

“… Very reassuring you two,” Fiona sighed. They could claim self-defense and get away with it but that favoritism will probably work against them in Mantle. Though dragging along an unwilling pair of elites could hurt their cause. “Let’s put it to a vote…” Fiona drawled out already knowing how it would go.

“For splitting up,” Winter said with a raised hand.

May actually hesitated, “… How pissed would you be if I changed my mind-”

“Marigold!” Winter scowled. May winced under the tone and few bystanders jumped and walked away from them.

“Too pissed to make it worth, got it.” May mumbled quickly raising her hand.

“Alright. We meet back at the transport hub within the hour and no leaving the sector got it?” Fiona asked. May smiled and gave a thumbs up. Winter laced her hands behind her back and nodded.

As they started walking in separate directions Fiona’s ears twitched. She could hear Winter whisper, “How do we know we’re leaving a sector?”

“… I didn’t even know there were sectors.”

Fiona tried not to groan and drag them along with her. The pair were adults. Huntress-in-training. They’ll be able to figure it out themselves. Even if Winter’s famous face and May’s carelessness made them targets…

No it was a bad idea. With a small noise of complaint Fiona turned around to see a crowd of dull greys, blues, and browns. The Schnee and Marigold was gone. Fiona just hoped their tendency to stick to each other continued in Mantle.

“Focus, Thyme!” Fiona mumbled slapping her cheeks. Now was the perfect chance to repay them for all they’ve done for her. Winter didn’t need to throw around stupid amounts of lien to get Fiona’s supplies. May didn’t need to rough up the ignorant students harassing her. She would will finally be able to help her team. Fiona’s ears perked up with renewed energy and she marched down the street to her first destination, “Police Academy.”

It was almost comforting to be in a place with so much rules and structure. The Police Academy was the former Huntress Academy before the Great War, so there were many similarities. The biggest difference was due to the lack of funding. They didn’t have hard-light lamps and banners decorating the walls but at least there were no visible signs of age.

Many students just passed by Fiona, apologizing because their finals were approaching and had no time. The few that did stop to talk to her held themselves very similar to Atlas Academy standards.

“For how much lien?” They’d ask again and again.

“… None,” Fiona was nearly speechless every time, “I’m from Mantle, I get how hard is it. But if you could help spread the word that would be much appreciated.” The police students wished her luck and took her number to share with friends. As the minutes ticked closer to an hour, Fiona’s ears started falling lower and lower.

But the last one… Maybe she should have dragged Winter and May with her.

"You expect strangers to risk their lives for over a publicity stunt gone wrong? For free?" The police student asked, towering over her with their arms crossed.

Fiona felt a snarl flinched onto her face before she could stop it. The student was only mildly surprised but did flinch at Fiona’s yell, “Publicity stunt?!”

"You have two of the biggest family rivals on a team with you. A Faunus," the student said. Fiona could feel her heart beating so hard in her chest it shook her body. “How about a cut of how much they’re paying to make them look good? Must be a lot of lien if your still in Atlas-”

Fiona turned. She kicked open the doors and stormed down the steps in a haze. Is… is that what everyone thought she was… Thought of Winter and May?!

“Aaggh!” Fiona nearly pulled out her hair as she walked out of the gates. Then she was looking at her reflection in the screen of her Scroll. She wanted to call them, tell them about the rumors in Mantle but… knowing May, the women would run down here and beat up the student.

They… They didn’t deserve that. Fiona dropped her face into her Scroll with a sigh. Fiona did think the same thing when she first met May. The rich girl who tried a little too hard to be nice to the point it was a little awkward.

Another rich snob wanting to look good.

Then May punched their expelled teammate in the face. The pair was very secretive so Fiona had to piece it together with cryptic clues and maybe someone forgot to lock the door to the bathroom. May was just happy to be herself. Fiona wasn’t worried about the Schnee pretending to be fake for bonus points. It took a few months to figure it out but the way she acted towards May and gradually Fiona herself… Winter wasn’t nice in the conventional way. Eventually the Faunus learned the Schnee just… didn’t know how to be warm. Even her smiles towards May was guarded.

Fiona felt tears pricking her eyes again. Her hopes were as burnt as the smoke the factories put out. Winter, May. Those… idiots! If only they didn’t come from rich cold families, if only everyone wasn’t a shallow, mindless follower… “Why can’t things be easy for once in my life!” Fiona kicked a small rock, trying to calm down. She watched it bounce around until it hit a dog’s nose. It yelped in surprise and the owner jumped a little too.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” She instinctively reached out for the dog but pulled her hand back to double check with the owner. She looked up… and up. A giant woman with green hair only smiled kindly down at her.

“It happens… well no. That’s a first but don’t worry about it,” She said with a laugh. “Lil’ Tank will probably forgive you with a few pets and kisses.” Fiona tried not to pout and huff. Little for her… If Fiona knelt down that would make the fully grown Akbash taller than her. So she only bent over and pet their head.

“I’m sorry Tank. I’m just having a bad day,” Fiona mumbled. The dog seemed to understand because they licked her hand in a possibly comforting gesture.

“Or month. I doubt things were easy after your leader’s outburst.”

Fiona’s eyes darted back up and up to a kind and awkward smile. Slowly Fiona could feel her face heat up, ears twitching as she remembered the recording she watched earlier. Winter was constantly stopped and recognized around Atlas but they always ignored Fiona.

She was really wishing she brought her elites right about now. The panic must have been pretty obvious on Fiona’s face because the giant women stepped back a little and seemed to shrink on herself.

“Sorry! It must be really weird…” The stranger mumbled, scratching the back of her head. Fiona nodded a little. How did Winter deal with it? “I’m uh, I’m Joanna Greenleaf,” the giant said with a hand out stretched.

“Fiona Thyme- But, you already knew that.” Fiona mumbled ears flinching down. Joanna’s smile calmed her nerves enough for Fiona to actually shake her hand.

“So, Ms. Thyme, what brings you back to Mantle?”

Fiona looked up, charred hope flicking back into embers. She carefully looked at Joanna. Tall, from the way her coat stretched across her shoulders and biceps she was rather built. If she’s from Mantle meaning she most likely knew how to defend herself and possibly knew how to use a firearm. She didn’t look like a civilian but Fiona didn’t exactly look like a huntress-in-training. Even in uniform.

And she nearly decked out a stranger for pre-judging people.

Fiona took a breath. The worst that could happen is that Joanna bad mouths her teammates, Fiona defends their honor, gets locked up for assaulting a civilian, and Winter pays bail.

“I’m looking for a substitute so me and my team can take Atlas’ combative final.”

Joanna looked a little surprise, eyes brows slowly raising. The thought rolled around in her head enough for them to miss the light to walk across the street.

“I… I think it’ll be better if you find someone much more confident than me.” Joanna said. When Fiona started deflating the women spoke quickly, “B-But I think I know a person who’s willing to do it! Robyn Hill, my roommate!”

Fiona’s ears perked up again, wiggling around happily as a smile grew on her face. Joanna laughed ruffling Tank’s head, “Would you like to meet her? I think her shift at the Gym ends soon.”

“Yes, please!” Fiona said with a small bounce. She followed Joanna across the street, small strides doubled to keep up with Joanna’s longer ones. She pulled out her Scroll and sent a quick group text to meet up at the address.

The pair of elites were usually prompt with replies. Family upbringing emphasized good impersonal communication. She was a little worried when it took nearly the entire walk for May to reply.

lionflower: give us a minute lionflower: or ten

Fiona frowned. Her steps slowed and so did Joanna’s.

happywool: ??? why??? lionflower: running. explain later happwool: okay… @angeldust you okay? angeldust: lmao

Winter did not use abbreviations. Fiona stopped and stared at her Scroll… If it wasn’t May it could only mean it was a stranger. If a stranger got a hold of Winter’s phone in Mantle that only meant she was pick pocketed.

“Ugh! I know I shouldn’t have let those rich idiots out of my sight!” Fiona scowled. Out of everything that could have been stolen, it has to be the Schnee’s Scroll. An apparently unlocked Schnee Scroll.

“Uh… is there a problem?” Joanna asked.

“My idiot teammates got pick pocketed and the angry one is texting the thief,” Fiona explained. She angled the phone up so Joanna could read it.

lionflower: WHERE ARE U?! angeldust: u and the white one ran past me like 5 times :p lionflower: when i get my HANDS ON U IMMA THROTTLE U angeldust: kinky <3 angeldust: i think ill use this username as a safeword

Joanna threw her head back and laughed. “Seems pretty friendly for a thief. Have you tried asking for it back?”

Fiona frowned and stared at Joanna for a real suggestion. When the giant and her dog raised a brow Fiona sighed and looked at her Scroll.

happywool: can you please return the Scroll angeldust: hhmmm. Tell the cute blue one to stop screaming and the white one to drop a few lien here

There was a picture with the message, taken from the rooftops and zoomed in to show May, red in the face and hunched over her Scroll. Winter was standing at her side, eyes scanning the crowd for the thief and posed to run after them. An arrow was drawn to an alley on the opposite side of the camera.

Lionflower: CHEATER Angeldust: :p Lionflower: Fine. We’ll be at your location soon Fiona. -Winter

Fiona tried not to laugh. It was rather obvious who it was from the grammar alone. The sheep Faunus nearly screamed when a heavy hand patted her shoulder. She looked up at Joanna who gave a thumbs up. Fiona… may have forgotten she was following her to meet a potential fourth member.

“See? Asking nicely works wonders,” Joanna said.

“I think my teammates were extorted,” Fiona mumbled following the giant women and her giant dog again.

Joanna shrugged, “The information on that Scroll is probably worth a lot more than pocket change.” Fiona nodded but couldn’t help the frown on her face.

A thief got hands on a Schnee’s Scroll and just… hand it over? It couldn’t be that easy. There had to be a trick but- Ugh. Fiona ruffled her curly hair. Focus on the current problem! Substitute teammate. May and Winter were adults who should have listened to her! They can deal with it- are dealing with it!

Joanna cleared her throat. Fiona blushed, remembering she was in the middle of a busy Mantle street and shoved her hands into her pocket.

“So… Which one is the angry one?” Joanna asked. “May or Winter?”

“To be honest… they’re both pretty hot headed,” Fiona admitted. She winced, “But at least Winter thinks first, usually,” She added the last part after remembering Winter’s speech. “You think that’d be a deal breaker with your friend?”

“Robyn is… I think they’ll get along.” Joanna winced at her own words, “Eventually? Robyn can’t be worse with what you’ve already dealt with.” Fiona frowned and glanced at her Scroll.

angeldust: Scroll received. No sign of target. Moving to next location.

Fiona already decided to deal with the racism if it meant May and Winter they still had a chance of passing their finals.

May and Winter would physically disagree.

The Gym was… a retrofitted speakeasy or just a very large basement. Paper targets were hanging along the back wall and donated chairs and tables were scattered closer to the counter and stage. Fiona ran up to her teammates loitering by the entrance.

May’s chest was heaving, face a little flush from her run. Winter was a little out of breath but double checking everything on her Scroll. From her rather calm and a little shocked expression, everything seemed to be untouched.

“So… does the princess still need protecting?” Fiona said with a rare smirk aimed up at Winter. May snorted, too tired to hide the laugh while Winter only stared down at her. A little too tired to play angry but still not sure how to laugh.

Joanna wandered to the bar, handing Tank’s leash to another person in exchange for a handful of lien. Then she exchanged a few words with the platinum blond barista with a gesture towards Fiona and her teammates.

Fiona quickly averted her eyes, hoping her staring wasn’t too obvious. She looked up at Winter and tilted her head, “Everything good?”

“To my knowledge, yes,” Winter said with a frown. “The thief only had a few minutes with my phone, not enough time to bypass the security checks for more sensitive information.”

“That’s good,” Fiona said. She bit her lip a little scared to ask the next question. “How much lien did you lose?”

Winter gave a rare and extremely small smile. “Me? None. My father’s company on the other hand…”

Fiona sighed. She really wish these rich girls were a little more careful. But hopefully the thief wouldn’t need to steal, at least for a little while.

“Fiona! Uh… Ms. Marigold. Schnee, ma’am…” Joanna mumbled. Fiona gave the large women a smile. It was awkwardly adorable how she tried to shrink herself. She didn’t seem to know how to act with the Atlas elites. Instead she stepped behind the barista.

Fiona stepped in front, trying to smooth things over for the gentle giant. May and Winter could be rather intimidating alone but it seemed to triple when the pair was together. “Everyone, meet Joanna Greenleaf and Robyn Hill?” Fiona asked.

“Correct, lambchop,” The barista with violet eyes and two moles smiled.

Fiona blinked at the nickname. It wasn’t said with malice but after all the harassment any animal puns stung a little. Fiona could deal with it, her teammates on the other hand… Fiona quickly looked at Winter and May. The overprotective idiots shifted, just half a step in front of Fiona with vicious scowls up at the women.

Joanna groaned, elbowing Robyn a little hard. Robyn only shrugged it off and tried to diffuse it with a smile, “What? It’s a compliment, she looks cute enough to eat.”

Now May took a full stepped forward. Fiona tried to grab her and had to push Winter away to do so. May stopped her advance but Fiona could feel the light shiver of rage.

“Was that supposed to be a pick up line?” May asked. Voice sharp and pointed like the rapiers Winter wields.

Robyn crossed her arms, that easy but arrogant smile finally dropping, “I’m gonna have to say no. My pickup lines usually work.”

“Robyn…” Joanna hissed under her breath, “You recognize them don’t you? The team that got their fourth member expelled after winning the tournament?”

“Of course I do!” Robyn waved off Joanna’s concern again. That easy and arrogant smile returned. It fanned Winter and May’s anger a little more. “What they don’t realize is they’re looking for their only option.”

“An entire city full of people and you’re the only option?” Winter said with a scoff. Somehow the Schnee manage to look down at the taller women, something about the power and confidence she had made her seem bigger. “I’d rather have someone smart enough to know the difference between confidence and foolishness.”

“How about someone humble enough to apologize and to admit their wrong?” Robyn quickly said.

“An apology doesn’t matter if we don’t give a shit about what you think,” May quickly stepped in again. The first line of define like always. Fiona sighed and shoved her way to the front, physically pushing back her elites. “Fiona! This bitch-”

“Ouch. Names, liontail.”

“You’re not helping!” Joanna and Fiona scolded. Robyn flinched a little but did relent and step back to deescalate the situation. Fiona pushed her teammates back a little more for good measure. “She’s right,” Fiona said.

“We only spent an hour asking around,” Winter argued. She then closed her eyes, trying to hide a sliver of shame and embarrassment. “Admittedly… some of those minutes were spent chasing a thief around…”

“And we’re gonna have to spend a few days to convince Ironwood to give a civilian a pass,” Fiona gently argued. “Ignorance and bad habits doesn’t make someone a bad person.”

At that the tension finally melted from Winter and May. The rich girls grumbled and fumed. “Only a fool would limit their options,” Winter pressed again.

“Alright, we’ll spend a few more hours looking around but we need to find someone so we can start training.” Fiona said. It took a few seconds for the hot heads to see reason but they eventually gave in and nodded. Fiona and her teammates walked up to Robyn and Joanna.

“We’re keeping our options open. We’ll give you two a call if we need to ask you a few questions,” Fiona said.

Joanna looked a little panicked. “But I said I’m not-”

Robyn clapped her hand on Joanna’s back, “Give yourself more credit, Jo! You’re just as skilled as I am.”

“Hopefully it’s enough,” May grumbled under her breath. “We just need you to pass. Other students will probably want to fill in the fourth spot once this entire thing blows over.”

“Ideally,” Winter agreed quietly.

A tense stare down passed between the three. For a Mantle Rat against two Atlas Elites, Robyn didn’t budge. She held her chin high and matched their arrogant glares.

“Do all Atlesians suck at making friends?” Robyn quipped.

Before May or Winter could respond Fiona started pushing them to the entrance. May grumbled and fumed, Winter simmered in silence. Under the loud the bustling city, Fiona barely heard Joanna scold her roommate.

“This is your best shot at getting into Atlas Academy! It’s literally handed to you on a platter Robyn.”

“I know but it’s never this easy!”

“We’re from Mantle. It’s never easy.”

Fiona frowned staring at the backs of Winter and May. She dealt with their arrogant ass for two years and ended up loving them. Having a Mantle version of the two might be nice… or it might drive her crazy.

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ishidasado · 5 years ago

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HankCon: The Moon...

The night seemed still as Hank gazed out over the banister to the darkened, midnight skyline. Not a single star was to be found at this time of night in a city with so many lights, but the moon shone with it’s ever consistent glowing beams of light. As he persisted on taking in the sight of the night sky, many emotions were awakening inside of him. Some of these feelings were ones that, arguably, would never surface during the day. As he stood alone in the night, he was better able to reflect on these shadows of questions and emotions that had always been chased away by the light of day.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by an unexpected question. “Does the moon help Hank?” He turned to find the source of such a peculiar question was, of course, Connor.��“I thought you had gone into sleep mode for the night. What are you doing up?”, questioned Hank from the other side of the terrace. Connor hesitated for a moment, looking down at his feet, then finally rose his eyes to meet his partner’s. “My motion sensors detected you’re removal from the bed, and I...”, realizing the irrationality of the decision to follow Hank, Connor couldn’t bring himself to finish his thought and returned his eyes to the floor. A half-assed, sympathetic smile crept across Hank’s face as he recognized Connor’s difficulty in answering. “Get on over here Connor!” bellowed the old man, gesturing for the young android to cross the terrace and join him.

Connor, swift and pleased, returned to his partner’s side, only to be embraced by the most warm and inviting hug. In his lover’s embrace, Connor’s internal clock seemed to slow down and eventually stop. The moment was surreal for him, and was the first time he felt something more than human. The elated android buried his nose in his partner’s neck and exhaled his worries though a single breath.

Pulling away from the hug, Hank held Connor’s shoulders in his hands as he explained “I was just worried about you’re sleeping habits, Con”. Connor snapped out of his elation and with an attentive expression, nodded in understanding. “But, Hank, you didn’t answer my question.” he said with a slightly snarky smile. Pausing he then restated his question “Does the moon help?” Running his hands from Connor’s shoulders, down his arms, to his wrists, Hank inhaled, then began to answer. “If you’re talking about my depression, I told you i’m fine. I may not always seem like it, but i’m doing better, thanks to you”. The fake smile on his partner’s face didn’t convince Connor in the slightest. “I just meant, that you visit the moon every night. Perhaps you need to see it, to keep the bad feelings from running rampant.”, Connor hypothesized, as he tilted his head in mild confusion. Hank mirrored Connor’s confusion, adding to it, his own worry. Taking a moment to pause and consider his partner’s words, as his eyes drifted from Connor’s , he then came to a realization.

Connor had been waiting patiently for an answer when Hank raised his eyes, once again, to meet Connor’s. The grip that Hank had on Connor’s wrists grew tighter with his nerves as he prepared to finally answer the question. “I wasn’t sure what you were talking about.”,Hank began. “But your question really got me thinking. Maybe I need to see the moon every night just to reassure myself that there is still a little bit of light in the darkness.” he hesitantly explained, as he began dodging Connor’s glance.

“Hank, I...”, Connor, fumbled over his words, not knowing how to articulate his feelings. “Yeah, it’s kind of stupid, eh Connor?” Hank joked, embarrassed and downhearted, rubbing the back of his head in a nervous fashion. Connor quickly and passionately rebutted. “No Hank! It’s not stupid. It’s your feelings and they are important. Believe me, it took me too long to find mine to disregard your’s now.” Connor’s outburst startled Hank a bit, and as a response, he let go of the his lover’s wrists. “I’m sorry Connor.” Hank appealed in an attempt to calm the android.

Connor then noticed Hank’s hands had left his wrists, and suddenly, his frustration turned somber. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.” Connor spoke to the ground in self disapproval. Despite his partner’s somber tone, Hank smiled, and took Connor;s hands in his. Feeling that connection once again, Connor’s eyes snapped to Hank’s like a magnet, as the skin on his hands automatically deactivated in response to the firm and gentle touch of his lover. “You know Connor, maybe I don’t need the moon.”, Hank said though his one-sided smile, slightly rocking his head back and forth. Surprise came across Connor’s face as he was nestled closer into another hug. Hank pressed his large chest against Connor’s and looking down his nose at him whispered, “I have you”. Tears began to well up in Connors eyes, as he laid his head on Hanks shoulder. They both began swaying slowly to the echos of Jazz music coming though the open door of their bedroom.

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ren-c-leyn · 5 years ago

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The Last Job

Another fusion story, this one is a little different, though, as it’s a sci-fi instead of my usual fantasy ones. It’s made up of this prompt by @oopsprompts, this prompt by @coffin-prompts, this prompt by @thependragonwritersguild, these 1,2 prompts by @thewholekitandkabobble, this prompt by @scandy-inspo, these 1,2,3,4,5,6 prompts by @humdrummoloch, and these 1,2,3,4,5,6 by @givethispromptatry.

This one is a tale of crime and betrayal. There’s some fight scenes and swearing, but nothing gory.

I wish we got warnings for the important things. We only seem to have them for what’s absolutely meaningless. And of all of the warning labels I should have gotten in my life, Jean’s should have been the brightest, most eye-burning, shades of red and yellow.

Sure, I knew things didn’t always turn out how you wanted them to. Sometimes life didn’t work out like you planned. Sometimes life really didn’t work out like you planned. Sometimes life looks at your plan, scoffs, and makes an illegal u-turn into on coming traffic. But when she was around, it was ten times more likely that that u-turn would lead to a head-first collision with an explosion of chemicals and gunfire.

But here I was, standing in the shadows of a ship with her, going over an insane plan we’d never follow for the last time.

“I really don’t like this.”

“Come on. This is tame compared to some of the things I’ve asked you to do in the past,” she replied, rotating the holographic projection of the blueprints.

“Which is why I know it will go horribly wrong.”

“You worry too much,” she said as she clicked the projection off. “It’ll be fine.”

“Is this legal?”

“A little late to be asking that, isn’t it?”

I frowned.

“So it’s not.”

She snorted, a prideful smirk pulling onto her lips.

“Half the things we do aren’t, but that’s never stopped us before. Now come on, we’ve got money to make.”

With that, she tuned the com channel to her favorite music playlist, the thrum of Plutoian club music ringing in my ears, and then she clicked on her hover boots to begin entry plan. I grumbled but sighed, following after.

We followed the schematics she had gotten a hold of, easily slipping past the initial defenses before stopping at a terminal.

“Okay, now shut it down.”

I took a seat and swiped the card, getting a deeper and deeper sinking feeling with each line of code I bypassed. This seemed... heavier than what we normal dealt with. Advanced well beyond what I would expect.

“Jean, what’s the target?”

She grinned at me.

“Enough to set us up for life.”

That didn’t make me feel any better, but I finished turning off the cameras and sensors. But I didn’t see that one string of code until it was too late.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I accidentally activated the drones.”

“Then turn them off!”

“I can’t, it’s locked me out of the system.”

“Fuck, new plan then, let’s get our asses moving.”

We sprinted down the halls, only for her to come to a skidding halt, swearing under her breath.

“What now?”

“Warrick.”

“Whose Warrick?”

“Oh... just someone I screwed over and probably wants me dead.”

I gave her a blank stare.

“Is there anyone who doesn’t want you dead?”

She started moving her fingers, like she was counting on them, before giving up and shrugging.

“Probably not. But we have bigger fish to fry, so prepare yourself for plan X.”

“Not again....”

“Quit bitching and get ready.”

With that, she drew her laser pistol and stepped out of the shadows. A well placed shot took out the drone, but there seemed to be more guards than just Warrick. The biggest of the group pulled some sort of bladed weapons from his belt.

“Surrender now, before my-!”

“Ok!” She sat with crossed legs and placed her hands on the top of her head.

“I- really?”

“Dude, you look like if you shrugged the world would shift in orbit. I know when to not tempt death.”

The thin man, whom I assumed was Warrick, frowned at that reply, but held his tongue.

“Right then... Warrick, deal with her.”

Warrick stepped up and put her into some sort of restraining hold. I waited for the signal, the high-pitched hum of the music grating on my already fraying nerves.

“If you don’t think I’m going to bite you to get out of this hold you are going to have to think twice,” she teased, flashing her modified canines at him.

He scoffed.

“As if you could reach.”

She grinned, and then jerked into motion. Her skull came up against his chin as she pitched her weight to knock them both off balance. Warrick recovered partly, but left himself open to those stupidly long fangs. She flipped the music to a deep, foreboding beat. My signal.

I set my pistol to stun and dropped the big guy first. The smallest member of the party caught on and tried to run from the madness, but I shot them in the back. Then, with measured steps, I went to Jean and Warrick, dragging her off of the poor guy before stunning him too.

“Awwww... but I was having fun.’

I rounded on her.

“The rules! You swore you’d....”

“Never kill, never smuggle weapons or drugs, and never target good people. Yes, yes, I remember.”

I pointed down at the bloodied man at my feet.

“That doesn’t fucking look like you remember.”

“He won’t die.”

I frowned at her before snarling.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“If we get out of the alive I’m quitting.”

“That’s fair, but first we have to get out alive, and I do believe there’s more of their pet robots running around.”

I sighed as she pushed passed me before following. A drone popped up in front of us, and she hauled off and punched it out of reflex. I tried not to laugh as she swore and shot it a couple of times.

“What’s so damn funny back there?”

“It’s just.... What kind of idiot punches a robot in the face?”

“The same kind of idiot that works with people like you, now move.”

We finally made it to a round room with a large computer terminal.

“I’ll get...”

She held up her hand.

“No, I’ve got this. It’s done in Jupiter code.”

“Oh, yeah, in that case I’ll keep an eye out for drones.”

She smiled and sat down, running her fingers over the keys. Then, the door we entered through fell and locked. I blinked as I heard her swear.

“Shiiiiiiiit.”

“I’m gonna assume that’s not supposed to happen?”

“Would I be saying ‘shit’ if it was!?”

“Guess not.”

She sighed.

“Okay, can you go see if you can get it open with the keypad while I try to fix this?”

“Sure.” I turned to go back to the door, but couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy about this situation.

We didn’t have the time to fight with doors when there were security drones and guards who could come for us at any second. Yet, Jean’s typing was unhurried, casual, calm.

“Can I be real with you for a second?”

“Sure,” I said, though I was a bit distracted with trying to power up the keypad.

“I’m starting to doubt if this is worth it.”

It took me a moment to process those words.

“After all of this time, Jean?” I asked as I popped a small panel out of the wall so I could get at the wiring. “What’s changed your mind?”

“I just realized... that I have different goals now, you know? This has been fun and all, but I’m craving... a different kind of thrill. Something more.”

I hummed as I attempted to rewrite the door to bypass whatever she did.

“And I’ve realized something.”

I paused, noticing that her voice sounded a closer, and that the typing had stopped.

“You’ve done nothing but hold us back. You and your silly little ideals. Keeping us from the big money, keeping us too far below the radar for the good jobs, keeping us just far enough on the light side to make contacts wary of us. It’s so stupid, and, well, in conclusion: you are an idiot. I know you meant well, but a well-intentioned idiot is still an idiot. And you know I don’t work with idiots.”

I looked over at her, my blood went cold as my hands shook slightly. Her pistol was pointed at me, glowing with red light. And on her face was that expression I had grown to know and hate. It was a look of mockery.

“I’ll give you three seconds to run.”

I froze for second one as my mind tried to catch up to what was happening, but on second two my instincts took over. The screaming laughter of Plutoian club music beat in my ears as the blood and adrenaline rushed through my veins. The pistol was in my hands and pointed back at her. On second three, we both fired.

I was on the ground, bleeding out as the howling lyrics ran through my ears. I heard her laughter only distantly as she stepped in time with the music. She stood over me with a smirk, pointing the gun down at my face.

“Any last words, dear partner?”

I somehow found the nerve to smirk back at her.

“What about the rules? You promised....”

“Rules and promises are only good for making people dead, like you.”

She began to squeeze the trigger.

“So it’s my fault for believing you....” I sighed as I let my head drop onto the floor in defeat. “I always knew I’d die to this song. Kill me at the chorus, yeah?”

“Fine,” she replied with a smile.

We both listened to the garbled remix of a song about regrets for a moment, counting down the beats to my demise. Just before the fated moment came, the door exploded open, and everything went black.

When I woke up, I was wrapped up in some light fabric. There was the whooshing noise of waves, and a shrill cry of some sort of birds. Slowly, very slowly, I forced myself to sit up before looking around.

It was so beautiful, the light of dawn cresting the waves. The air smelled wonderful and felt even better. Had it not been for the pain and bloodstains, I would have thought I had died and somehow reached heaven.

I didn’t know how I came to be in that beautiful place, and I honestly didn’t care. I just stared out at the waves rising as they moved closer to the shore. The thrum of betrayal still ached through my veins. The empty space beside me seemed to howl and scream, refusing to let me think of anything else.

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themockingcrows · 5 years ago

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Companionship Through Circuitry Ch. 3: Uploading

Not all uploads are created equal. Bro/Hal Also available on AO3!

Upload me, Bro.

“Don’t you need a stronger interface than that? Would you even work with that thing?”

I was designed to functionally overwrite data when necessary, and if that means re-writing the code of a simple wrecker then so be it. Upload me.

Bro sighed a bit. He had his reservations now that he was starting to get used to Hal’s voice and attitude, and the concept of potentially losing him because he didn’t want to take a lengthy detour was kind of obnoxious. But hey, what did he know, he was just a post-war guy taking directions from an AI who seemed to know his own capabilities far better. Against his better judgement, Bro took the shades off of his face and fished out the connection cable, following Hal’s advice to locate where an entry port could be positioned based on the make and model of the machinery at hand.

The massive structure was meant to replace cranes for more basic movements, the continuous track treads far superior to wheels and the mobility vastly improved. The behemoth whirred to life a few moments after Ambrose finished the upload cycle, glasses still gently dangling by their cord till he ducked forward and tucked them somewhere less conspicuous. The droid moved its appendages, orienting itself as Hal took control and sussed out the operational maneuvers for each piece. It was a strangely human motion, the sensors of the face looking down at the pincer hands before giving them a whirl and twirl, clicking them together a few times to gauge the pressure.

Right. Step back.

Thank fuck this was temporary. Hearing the modulation of Hal’s voice was jarring, booming and decidedly electric from the audio core even with its damage and residue. When he stood fully upright, many times taller than Ambrose, it was with the soft screech of abused metal and rust. This wasn’t going to last forever, but it should last long enough to move a few barriers out of the way. Hal whirred forward excitedly and clasped both pincers into the edge of a stacked vehicle long since crashed, tugging it a few times before the body gave way to motion and the entire pile began to move. Ambrose wasn’t certain what all would be beyond where they could see, but he had a feeling that getting through the blockade would open up some options.

Or, you know, trap him underground to die a horrible death. But who’s keeping track of anything, right?

With much whirring and churning metal, Hal eventually moved several wrecked cars that had acted as a barricade between them and the rest of the bridge that seemed sturdy enough to cross as far as he could see. So the asphalt was gone in a few places, the girders and skeletal aspects of the bridge were still plenty intact for a man and a pair of sunglasses to pass unhindered so long as they didn’t gain too much attention. Or at least got away from the ruckus of attention they were currently causing right now.

I changed my mind, can I stay in this longer?

“No. You cleared the junk and I can cross now, get back in the glasses so we can leave,” Bro said, already sensing where this was going.

What if there’s more junk on the other side of the bridge? Or in the center? Wouldn’t it be handy to have someone who would be able to move it easier? Hal asked, giving his hands another whirr for emphasis as if Bro could have somehow forgotten the difference between a set of pointed shades as a fully fledged wrecker droid.

“I said no. How much power does that thing have left anyways?”

Enough to enjoy getting over the bridge in style.

“And if I don’t feel like travelin’ with a gigantic fuckin’ target on my back?” Bro asked. “What then, hm? Everything in a mile prolly heard all this noise, you’re not exactly dainty with your maneuverin’.”

I believe you’d benefit more from me in this shape for a while. I’m enjoying having hands, that’s a bonus. And being able to move where I want to, Hal said as he backed up and did a quick turn as he could on the tracks. I could serve as a shield if required, or lift things to be a shield for you.

Bro ran his tongue over his teeth. The offer DID sound kind of appealing when put like that… but he knew it’d bite him in the ass just as soon, knowing his luck. He shook his head and went over towards the shades, tapping them with his fingers.

“Nope. In you go.”

But what if I just followed along behind you.

“And if we get separated how’m I supposed to get to your body then, huh? Want me to get there on my own, without you, and put somethin’ stupid in there?” Ambrose asked with a smirk. “The best body they could have created for you, the body your creator dude wanted for you, all goin’ to waste so I have someone to play Pong with.”

Hal was silent for a moment before the massive droid looked down with a creak of metal. He could practically hear him squinting.

You wouldn’t dare.

“Spoken like someone who doesn’t know me very well,” Ambrose said with a shrug, both hands lifted up for emphasis at how helpless he was in the situation overall. “You think I wouldn’t kill to have a good quality droid be my butler and play stupid games with me? Dude, my kid left for the city already, who’s gonna fill the void for me now if not that or a bitchy AI.”

The droid looked towards the bridge again, sensors trying to run how he’d normally run to assess risks before realizing the hardware just wasn’t up to spec to do what he wanted to do. This body was made for moving things, for lifting and toting, for sorting, not for detecting stealth routes a companion could take to an objective. Ever so slowly the droid bowed down and let its arms go limp, the shades chiming and beeping a short time later to alert Ambrose it was time to remove the connection and put him back on safely. While Ambrose wouldn’t say he missed having the weight on his face and the shade over his eyes, there was no denying a bit of fondness for the habit. It was nice not having his retinas toasted.

“I see my offer was too much to resist.”

You’re a bastard. I’ll not have my body sullied like that. If it does something foolish it will be because I will it to do something foolish, not any other way.

“Sure thing,” Ambrose said as he started up the bridge, pulling his blade out to keep it at the ready, grip light. He resisted the temptation to spin it or do bored tosses like he would while at home or doing detail work on it, keeping his hands ready to put lethal force behind the steel at a moments notice. The bridge itself seemed like it had been used in the past as shelter, or a lookout point. Chairs were arranged beneath a sheet metal roof with a standee wall against the side of a toppled truck, and garbage lay strewn about the broken glass that crunched beneath Bro’s boots. At every turn there could be a human being or worse.. yet all seemed quiet for now. Abandoned. Empty.

Packrat by nature, Bro took a moment to peer into different cars that they passed to see if any of them had been used as more shelter, or used to store any spare belongings that nobody would miss. There didn’t seem to be much on hand, however. Spent shells, empty cans and bottles, ragged blankets, clothes that reeked of sweat and in one car the sweet sickly smell of feces. One front seat had a few gadgets that slowed Ambrose’s steps to peek however, grinning in amusement.

“Oh, hey, I remember readin’ about these things,” he mused, reaching through broken glass to pick up a blocky hand held game system with a melted looking cartridge. The screen was cracked, but the buttons looked well worn. Must’ve taken a lot of abuse to wind up like that, those things were supposedly indestructible in their time. He dropped it back onto the seat it had come from and the bit of bones that rested here and there as well. The original owner? An art project by some bored creep? Hard to guess honestly and not really his place to wonder about.

There’s something else there, Hal pointed out, zeroing in the target t’s to direct Bro’s attention to the keychain looking item shaped like an egg. He reached again and plucked it up, rubbing a thumb over the dirty screen with a hum. A flip over and he nodded a bit.

“Some other kinda game I guess..? Looks like it’s self contained and takes a smaller battery. Doubt it’s like yours, is it?”

No, most likely that type of device ran on a watch battery. Do you not know what it is?

“Is it not a game?”

It is a game where you are tasked with keeping a small creature alive by meeting all of its needs and wants.

Bro snorted. “I’ve raised a baby, I think I can live without a game reproducin’ the experience.”

Yet.. it had been some of the best years of his life. Boiling water to make sure it was safe for Dave’s baby bath, washing hair so fine it was barely there. Messy cheeks in the high chair as he figured out how to feed himself, skinned knees and bandages, late night visitors to his bed whenever there was an electrical storm outside or when the winds screamed out over the desert like hungry dogs. Those big red eyes in the dark asking if it was safe when people came too close to their hidden home, listening to the distant explosions of deterrents and traps going off left and right. Those same red eyes staring up at him for the tenth, the hundreth, the thousandth time he’d knocked him down to make him get back up and keep fighting.

Bro swallowed hard for a moment, throat suddenly uncomfortably dry. He knew it was wrong. He knew deep down it had been too much, but there was no choice. Not when the world wouldn’t hesitate even a single second before putting a bullet in his head if he didn’t take the initiative and attack first. He could tell himself that a thousand times and yet it didn’t change anything.

Bro closed his hand around the toy and stuck it into his pocket without a second’s hesitation.

“Might make for a fun project later though. Maybe I can re-program it, give it a better battery. Somethin’ simple like a time waster to take the edge off should be easy.”

How many pet projects do you intend to keep on your person?

“As many as I feel like, considerin’ one is already on my face. What, suddenly attached to the idea of being an only child?”

I am not a child. If anything, I would prefer if you spoke to me like an adult instead of like one of your wards. Keep it in mind, Bro.

“Yes Mom.”

That is not what I meant when I sai-

“I’m kidding,” Ambrose said as he fished his hand back out of his pocket and continued to walk, suddenly less interested in browsing the potential second hand belongings than he was about getting off the bridge and continuing Northwards. He’d dallied too long as it was, and while things seemed plenty deserted up here, he didn’t want that to stop being a thing any time soon thanks to their broadcast position.

You know, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before. But I have radio functionality, if you would enjoy to listen to something as you walk.

He snorted. “Yeah? The same ten stations, no thanks. Propaganda, interviews with dumbasses, or the same fifty songs over and over. Nobody knows how to find decent music, and the songs that’re any good get played so often you get sick of them. Nobody makes anything new either.”

I also possess some selections Dirk enjoyed, if you would prefer listening to those. They may prove to be something more to your taste, he was particular about what he listened to.

“Particular how?”

He was particularly ardent in enjoying what he liked and stubbornly sitting through what he didn’t like before deleting it from any device he listened to it on. Let me play a sample, Hal offered before going quiet and chiming softly to signal he was changing focus.

Bro stopped walking when the music started, quiet near his ears to not block out incoming noise but loud enough to hear the quickly pronounced words and heavy beat, the tempo driving into his skull enough that he tapped his foot in time with it. Soon he was bobbing his head, catching the tune even without knowing the words, and smirking in amusement.

“Not quite what I’m used to, no. But it’s nice. Feel free to keep’em coming while we head on, yeah? Turn them off if you detect something approaching,” he instructed.

But of course, Bro. I’m not an idiot, said Hal in a more modulated voice than usual behind the thrum of the music.

When he began to walk again, the beat added a new cadence to his step and made the walking go by quicker than before. In no time at all he was over the bridge and on the other side of the water, taking in his surroundings with the same eyes of the curious and the mildly kleptomanic. Every new venue was a new opportunity, especially when there were what looked like stores in the distance. Hell, now that he had his new pet project he’d need a few parts, wouldn’t he?

“...Mm. Hal, that sign says ‘Toys’ in part of the name, right?”

It would seem so. It was likely a location of the Time For Toys brand from before the war, Hal offered. It could potentially be something else, but the orientation of those letters makes the likelihood of it being anything else quite low.

“Perfect. Let’s go shoppin’.”

Giving another glance to the toy in his pocket, guessing what size of batteries to keep an eye out for adjustments sake later on, Bro strode towards the building bearing the toy slogan and let himself inside without a second thought.

Perhaps he should have thought twice. There were few places as unnerving as an abandoned toy shop that had sat this long through destruction and disuse. Rows and rows of figurines, dolls, moth eaten soft toys, accessories, and toy cars rested on the shelves and from dangling sorting rods that stuck out at even intervals. Everything was silent save for his footsteps, and Hal kept focusing the t’s on various rodents that were startled by the sudden invasion. As far as humans went, it seemed most had stayed clear. There just wasn’t much use for toys after the war he supposed.

...Okay, bullshit, he kind of wished he’d known this place existed when Dave was a baby. He probably would have loved a lot of these things, instead of making do with the things Bro could make him. Smuppets were amazing, and so were the other puppets and the electronic things, but sometimes a kid just needs a teddybear. He poked one with blue button eyes and sawdust stuffed feet, its floppy soft arms resting alongside its torso with fabric claw tips resting alongside its thighs. The bear fell over with a soft whump and a bit of dust in the air, leaving Bro free to quietly explore the graveyard of toys.

Past a section of toy balls that had long since deflated, baseballs and mitts, were electronic toys. Dollies that talked and horses and dogs and cats that made realistic noises seemed to be all the rage, but along with them hung more of the egg shaped toy he had in his pocket in different colors, still in the package. Whistling softly, still nodding along with the tempo on the song Hal continued to play, he grabbed several of the packages and batteries from the end of the display cap to stuff into his bag.

That was when he saw it. Soft, fluffy, and apparently capable of movement and speech. The small creature was hard to decipher at a glance species wise. It had a beak and two big eyes that could apparently blink when they weren’t staring into your soul, a small sensor in its forehead, and two massive ears. Two fat, pudgy paws rested at its base in front of a set of wheels that offered free movement.

Furby.

An apt name, Bro supposed. The little thing was furry as hell, soft to his rough fingered touch and fairly sweet looking with its black and white fur pattern. The external fluff seemed to safeguard a sizeable chunk of electronics from what he could guess thanks to a testing squeeze. ...Interesting.

What are you so distracted by now.

“You think you’d be capable of driving one of these?” Bro asked curiously. “It’s got wheels and seems like it can maneuver around on its own from an AI. Talks too.”

I’d rather die. So there is your answer.

“But it’s possible,” Bro continued. “You were able to work that droid back there just fine. Think of how useful this would be for checking out crowded buildings.”

Wouldn’t an RC car be more useful for exploration purposes.

“Hey, I never said I wouldn’t mod this thing,” Bro said as he continued to feel the edges of the furby before turning it and cutting the edge of its fur open, removing the skin messily to get a better look at what lay beneath. “Look. See? A lot of these guts’re useless. Could take them out, put better power and mobility, maybe add a weapon.. Maybe connect the innards of a walkie talkie in there too, or some radio parts to keep in contact.”

It was a whole new project idea. The egg toy was one thing, but this. This was something entirely new. And the fact that Hal hated it so much on sight was kind of appealing.

Are you implying you plan to weaponize a furby.

“Yes. I’m also implyin’ I’d like to see you pilot the damn thing if I can make it work how I want it to. Could set you loose on a floor and let you roll around doin’ your own damn thing, keep shit off you left and right, let me know what you see. You’d be able to help me out.”

And the reason I couldn’t do that with the big droid is…?

“Batteries, bein’ inconspicuous, and portability. I can stuff one of these things in my bag easy, and nobody would expect one of these to be anything important,” he hummed, mind already going wild. Dave would love it.

No, Dave would probably hate it and say he was taunting God but Dave wasn’t here right now and Bro was itching to customize. He glanced back the way he’d come before putting his tongue between his teeth, thinking.. and then grabbing another furby identical to the one he’d de-skinned. He’d need to strip it cleaner, treat it nicer, figure out how these fuckers ticked. Manual was probably in the box somewhere, but even if it wasn’t how hard would it be to figure out a children’s toy?

“I think I know where we’re campin’ tonight. Lemme just grab a few things and we’ll find a spot to nest down.”

I’m never touching that thing, I have no idea why you look like a child with a new toy.

“Because I’m a man-child with several new toys,” corrected Bro as he wandered the aisles, looking for radios or walkie talkies. Paydirt came in the form of a pair of ‘authentic army navy walkie talkies’ whose authenticity he seriously doubted even with their rather pretty camouflage patterning just based on the materials he felt beneath his fingers. These casings would be easy enough to pop with his hands, let alone with his tools, they could really have stood to make these sturdier. He’d kill for a good blowtorch though, maybe make some kind of a shell underneath the furby fur to-

You’re a maniac. You do know that, correct? I can’t hear your thoughts but the things you’re looking at are alarming when placed with the potential logic.

“I think you mean genius, thanks. Shoosh now, I’m tryin’ to find Frankenfurb some more parts,” Bro hummed, tucking the walkie talkies beneath his arm before finding a shopping basket. There. Much better. Like a pre-war man he wandered the aisles, snagging things that looked useful or interesting or, in the case of his eventual sleeping, soft. His sleeping spot back behind the main register ina protected circle of countertops was soon piled high with plushes and surreptitiously dotted with his electronic findings and various tidbits he planned to use for parts. Doll clothes, while overall worthless to him, still had elastic bands inside of them and the fabric wasn’t flammable. Useful. He even found a child size pair of sunglasses he’d already made plans for, so long as he was able to control the melting properly.

Peeling off his boots and settling back with his supper, Bro opened his bag and set to work toying with his new toys. First everything had to be opened and examined, taken apart, and in some places scrapped entirely down to their base components until he had a small pile of tidbits at his disposal. The toy from earlier seemed to be damaged even when he tried to power it on, but the new packaged replacements just needed to have their old battery removed and replaced with something new to turn on. He already knew how he wanted to update it, especially since there seemed to be a data port that would fit Hal’s cable to it. He failed to say it, but it would be a good emergency backup for transportation should anything ever happen to the shades.

The furby would be his prize. Off went its two toned furry skin, out came its voice box and innards, and in went an assortment of new parts.. Including a salvaged port from one of the extra egg toys Bro had grabbed. He’d worked well into the night by the time he put the skin back on and proudly wiped the beak clean before adding the tiny shades, grinning proudly at it.

“Might need some more tweakin’, and I wanna get a proper laser to put in the thing.. But for now it should be able to move around easier and communicate back to the matchin’ walkie talkie,” he said, gesturing over to his creation with both hands and a wide smile.

It’s hideous.

“You’re gonna be in there eventually, Hal, mark my words.”

If it comes down to being a matter of life or death, I consider my life to have been a full one until you can repair me properly.

“You’d rather be dead than have some mobility and autonomy while helpin’ me out?” Bro asked, rummaging in his bag for some water to quench his thirst, using a bit more to wipe his face with now that sleep was settling into his brain.

Did I fucking stutter.

“All I hear is someone who’s bitchy and in denial about the frankenfurb.”

Bro’s vision faded briefly to display those red eyes once more, though this time they were giving a decided roll before his vision faded back in.

When a furby is on the line, Bro, I will be as bitchy as I please.

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upsidedrowned · 5 years ago

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» STRANGER THINGS BASE DIVERGENCE «

⇢ SEASON ONE

Have you ever felt like you were drowning — like you were falling for eternity — ever felt a terror so all consuming you weren’t quite sure if your heart would stop right then and there from the sheer fright? That’s how Barb felt ; the night that thing dragged her down into the upside down. She’d never be able to understand why it didn’t kill her ; why it deserted her in the forest that looked so much like the one next to Steve’s house ; but wrong — toxic. She couldn’t explain either, exactly how she’d found the portal out ; the wet, mucus-like crevice in the tree that seemed to glow with etherial light.

Freedom had seemed so close ; so tantalizingly present — for the few hours Barb had thought she’d been trapped in that — that place, days had passed in real time ; and the scientific sons of bitches who’d been responsible for it were all too aware of her ‘disappearance’.

They captured her before the poor girl even had a chance to grasp her bearings ; having unwittingly set off a motion sensor just outside the lab ; it didn’t take long for Barb to be locked away like some feral animal — and the people responsible had no issue furthering the idea that the girl had vanished ; never to return. As more scientists explored the other dimension to cover their own asses a clone was nestled deep in the underground — an exact replica of the Holland girl. Should anyone go looking for her their questions would be answered indefinitely.

⇢ SEASON TWO

From that point it was constant poking and prodding, questions and tests — needles and psych evals. Invasive procedures and — solitary ; utterly pure time alone — during which all Barb could do was think. At first it was about how stupid she’d been ; how idiotic the choice to have followed Nancy to Steve’s house and assume she’d be part of the group was. She’d never fit in ; not with anyone her entire life — not with anyone but NANCY. Self pity soon evolved into anger. If she hadn’t been with Nance — if Nancy hadn’t ditched her to be with that pompous high school party boy — she might still be living her life ; boring and predictable ; but safe.

When the lab shut down and the truth was relieved Barb had a — difficult time reintegrating into regular society. She was excited — at first to see the girl who’d been so very much like a sister ; but that elevated mood soon vanished when all the realization returned ; sobering like a pot of scalding black coffee. It was Nancy’s fault she’d been taken ; NANCY’S FAULT she’d nearly been eaten and kidnapped. NANCY AND STEVE ; they were to blame. And for a long time that’s just what Barb did.

⇢ SEASON THREE

If there was one thing Barb could say for certain about Nancy Wheeler it was her persistence ; she never gave up on her aimless attempt to mend their shattered friendship and truth be told the girl was Barb’s weakness. What started off as silent treatment and utter bouts of ignorance shifted slowly to civil nods and conversations but Barbara was convinced the two would never be the same again.

When presented with the evil brewing within Hawkins what choice did the Holland girl have but to say yes? She couldn’t stand idly by and watch what had happened to her happen to good people — Will Byers was broken, she was fractured ; how long until hundreds more were shattered beneath the weight of this — this mind flayer?

Weathered from her two year stint in the lab, hardened like the cocoon of a butterfly Barbara Holland became an integral part of the core ‘group’ and took up her long overdue mantle as one of the gang.

*because of everything she’s been through Barb has intense trust issues. These extend outward toward anyone who attempts to get close to her and will be especially prevalent in any Nancy & Steve interactions.

#【 » i hate to say i told you so but . . . ⇢ main verse « 】

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picassho-18 · 6 years ago

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Go Puck Yourself

(Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

Along with Your Best Friend (Y/BF/N) x Loki

Hockey Players AU

Warnings: hinting and references to sexual behavior, slight angst, fluff overload, SEXY BUCKY ;)

Word Count: 7,590

Summary: The Bucky x Reader version of a modern day Romeo and Juliet where two best friends deal with their boyfriends, Bucky and Loki, who are on rival hockey teams with the rivalry game coming up. (Read the Loki x Reader (best friend’s pov) version from @gingerwritess)

A/N: To celebrate the last day of 12 Days of Christmas, and Christmas day, you peeps are getting my longest, hardest fic I have ever written. I’ve poured my heart and soul into it for months so please please please leave feedback!!! And moodboard done by meeeeee ;)

You really only thought he was a cute hockey player. But oh boy did he cause you a lot more trouble than the normal person. The moment you laid eyes on him, he drew you in, with how graceful he was on the ice, the smile on his face evident, even through his helmet. Your heart skipped a beat when somehow, he made eye contact with you, and held it. He didn’t pull away, he just stopped skating in the middle of the rink as the rest of his team warmed up around him. All he did was smile, and stare, his icy blue eyes peering deep into you. Even with the coldness of the rink settling into your bone, you felt your cheeks heat up. With a pounding heart, and not able to think of anything else, you had mouthed “good luck” to him. You could tell he knew what you said, due to how big his smile got, as he mouthed “thank you” back. With that he skated away, getting his head back into the game.

The next game, the second you walked into the rink, he saw you and did a little wave with his padded hand. You hid a small giggle, and waved back, mouthing “good luck” again.

The third, he skated up to you, and you yelled out a goodluck across the plexiglass the separates the two of you. He smiled big, and blew you a kiss this time, and skated back.

And this continued, for games, until somehow, he asked you out, and eventually you ended up in a very complex Romeo and Juliet situation but in a way that could never have been expected.

****** Two Days Before Rivalry Game

“Babe, it will be fine!” you said, as you buttoned Bucky’s vest, giving it a little pat before pulling away.

“I know, Y/N, but the game is in just a couple of days!” he groaned, ruffling his long hair in frustration, “Loki, a.k.a. the asshole will be so obnoxious, remember they won last year!”

“Buck, this is my best friend I’m talking about. You can be civil for just a couple hours so we can go on this date, right? Plus, Y/BF/N has been planning this forever!”

“How did I manage to find the love of my life, only to find out she is best friends with a Frost Giant’s girlfriend?”

“Bucky…” you warned.

“I’ll try… But I can’t promise anything. And I’m most definitely not being anywhere near pleasant when we get on that ice together next week.”

“I won’t expect anything else for the big rivalry game. Just right now, you’re gonna have to put up with him. Loki is Y/BF/N’s boyfriend, and that’s not going to change anytime soon with how in love they are, so you two are gonna have to find a way to be civil tonight.”

Loki and Bucky were captains of rival hockey teams, the Frost Giants, and the White Wolves. And even though their girlfriends were best friends, that did not mean at all they would be civil. The only way Bucky was going to play nice would be if you gave him an incentive.

You pulled him close to you, cupping his cheeks with your palms. “Me and Y/BF/N are only asking for one night. One. You can manage that, right, big boy?”

“I can manage it” as he growled lowly, pulling you closer, and nipped at your ear, rumbling darkly, sending shivers through your body.

“And,” you whispered into his ear, “if you behave, I might just draw you a bath. You know what that means don’t ya? It’s just you and me, naked, in hot water, as I slowly work my hands all over your body, giving you my famous massage.”

You could feel his breath catch in his throat, causing you to chuckle, as he buried his scruffy chin into your neck, peppering it with kisses.

You melted into him slightly, before pushing yourself away, “Woah, now sorry to tempt you but we have a date in an hour, we have to leave soon!”

He chuckled, “Oh, I can make time.” swiftly grabbing your wrist, and yanking you onto his lap. With a slight shriek, you realized your legs were straddling his. You peered up to him through your eyelashes, blinking a couple times, before realizing you didn’t actually want to leave just yet.

“Fine, but make it quick.” And with that, you crashed your lips to his.

***** An Hour Later

“I’m soooo sorry we’re late!” you said, as you rushed into the restaurant with Bucky in tow behind you. “I had some things to do.”

Without hesitation, Bucky added, “And by things, she means me.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes along with Y/BF/N, as Loki gave a high five to Bucky.

“Glad to see you two getting along, even at my own expense,” you sighed, hoping this would settle any nerves between the two.

But sadly, Loki responded, “Relax, I’m just glad to know that my friend is able to score, Gods know he can’t once he is in the rink.” and any hopes of reconciliation were dashed, flying way out the window, as you watched as his smirk grew wider, and felt Bucky tense up besides you, a low growl coming from his throat.

My god, this is not going to work is it? you thought, sighing and shaking your head at Y/BF/N. Those two will be fighting each other on the ice in no time.

Bucky sneered, a thought coming to his mind, and no sensor of his filtering it out, “Ooh, tough guy, huh? That’s a lotta talk, comin’ from a guy who’s hair is longer than his dick.”

Loki froze at his comment, before a sneer came to his face, “A lovely sentiment, truly. Well spoken, James, Y/BF/N, would you care to explain just how wrong he is?” he said, turning to her.

“Shut up,” she giggled, trying to hide her face in embarrassment, but you just shot her a look, knowing exactly what she was feeling.

Loki clapped his hands together triumphantly. “Need I say more?”

With a round of chuckles around the table, the boys settled down temporarily, talking about each of their hockey teams, while you and Y/BF/N started to talk amongst yourselves.

“So,” you asked, curiously, “how’ve you two been? Everything going well?”

Immediately, Y/BF/N got a smile on her face, explaining, “We’re doing amazing. I’m gonna marry him. I hate him, he’s a little annoying shit, but I’m going to marry him.”

It always made you heart happy to know your best friend was happy. When Loki became such a big part of her life, you saw the change in her. She became such a happier person, and it was the sweetest thing to witness.

“And you? You and Bucky doing good?”

“Yes… I couldn’t ask for anyone better. He’s a real gentleman, Y/BF/N, he really is.” a smile springing to your face as well as you begun to think about your sweet Bucky, holding his hand slightly tighter, as he absent mindedly rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

You both tuned back into the conversation, just in time to overhear Bucky say he would knock out some of Loki’s perfect teeth in the rivalry match.

You snorted at the coincidence of the timing, and Y/BF/N turned to you, saying “A true gentleman, definitely” laughing along with you.

If only it could have stayed that peaceful… and sober. But someone had taken the pleasure of ordering a round of shots for the table. And the sobriety fell swiftly away with the two boys.

“Only on for me, and only one for you.” you said sternly, as Bucky handed you a shot glass. “You’re way too heavy for me to haul your drunk ass into bed.”

All Bucky did was grin, before sliding up his sleeve to reveal his bicep, flexing at the table. “It’s all these muscles. What can I say?”

With a huff, you rolled your eyes, trying your best to hide the smile that crept up on your face whenever Bucky flaunted like this. You could say you were a proud girlfriend of your beefcake boyfriend.

As discreetly as possible, you softly touched his arm, and leaned into his ear whispering, “Well then, I’d say you should use all those muscles tonight then.” Before pulling away, leaving him slightly flustered with a newly found light in his eye.

He cleared his throat, and adjusted himself, before the two of you turned your attention back to Loki, who had raised his shot glass, “Shall we?”

As the rest followed suit, he continued, “To the Frost Giants never ending reign of victory- HEY!” he paused suddenly, almost dropping his shot, “Bucky kicked me!”

Bucky looked smug, as he swallowed his shot glass in one graceful motion, but you smacked his arm as he clicked the glass back down on the table.

“One decent dinner. You promised me!”

“Sorry, baby. I couldn’t resist, he’s just got one of those faces…” he shrugged indifferently, but you could tell he was enjoying himself immensely, “Makes you just want to kick him.”

Quickly, Y/BF/N interrupted, “Boys, boys, let’s all stay calm!” She put a hand on Loki’s arm, to calm him.

But he threw a retort back, “Am I supposed to be intimidated?” before proceeding to flag down a waiter.

“How can I help you?”

“Bring us two more rounds.”

You stared helpless, as Y/BF/N tried to stop him, “Loki, no…”

But even she couldn’t, he just smirked, staring down Bucky, “Sorry darling. I just really feel like winning at something tonight.” he slid an arm behind Y/BF/N, airing confidence, “What do you say, James? A friendly competition before I murder you on the ice?”

Bucky immediately accepted the challenge, clinking a glass with Loki before they threw back their second shots. After another round was brought over, Y/BF/N slid out from her boyfriends arms, and sat next to you.

“They’re so, so stupid. Complete idiots!” you whispered to Y/BF/N, as the boys stared at each other, before downing another shot, counting out loud each number. “I hate that I’m hoping Bucky wins.”

Hours later, and many many shots later, an extremely drunk Bucky had his head on your lap as you played with his hair, while Y/BF/N was comforting an equally if not more drunk Loki.

“Ah, Buck!” you yelped, as his cold finger slipped up your shirt. “Why do you get so handsy when your drunk?!”

He giggled, as you pulled his hands off your skin, and held them in your own. “Because, my love. This gives me” a hiccup interrupted him, before he continued, “an excuse to touch your perfect skin all I want”

He looked up at you, his blue eyes shining, whether it was from the alcohol or with love, you didn’t know. But when Loki said something about Bucky cheating, he jerked up, grabbing a butter knife from the table, and pointing it threatening to a swaying Loki who also had a knife pointed back.

They continued to argue like little boys, until Loki smiled like he realized something, and shouted, “I challenge you to a duel, good sir!” lifting up his knife.

Bucky’s eyes widened before looking over to you, his eyes pleading for you to say it was okay.

Sighing, you simply shook your head no.

“Sorry, my girlfriend said no.” he said sadly, laying down his knife.

Loki snapped back, “Well, then your girlfriend is a coward.”

“No, she isn’t. She’s… she’s perfect.” His eyes started to glaze over, his thoughts taken over by you. “I have the best girlfriend. I mean… just look at her.” he hiccupped again, his words slurring slightly more. “Her smile, her lips… I love her lips. So… so… so kissable.”

Loki seemed disinterested as Bucky continued his love rant before interrupting, “She’s a wonderful girl, I’m sure. But not the best girlfriend. I have the best.”

Slamming a cup to the table, Bucky raised his voice, “NO! I do! My girlfriend is the most supportive, cutest lil’ doll to ever walk the earth.”

Oh shit, you thought, sitting back and deciding on not interfering with Y/BF/N.

She leaned over, whispering, “This ought to be good.”

Bucky had continued, ranting about the sparkle in your eye, when Loki had enough, interrupting Bucky yet again.

“OH, shut up!” he pulled himself up, leaning against the table to look bigger. “My girlfriend. She is a goddess. The sun hides its face in shame when she smiles, not worthy of shining down on her.”

At Loki’s new height, Bucky tried to match it, struggling to get off the chair, especially with you pulling him down by the arm. All he did was shake it off, whispering to you “No, no, I have to assert my dominance,” before finally standing tall, but thought still swaying slightly.

Flatly, you shook your head, “You are an idiot, James.”

He smiled big in return, “Thank you, ma’am.” nodding politely to you, before turning back to Loki, gathering his thought.

You turned to Y/BF/N, a tired sigh leaving you, “This drunk fucker…” you groaned.

“As I was saying, sir, my girlfriend is better ‘cause with her, there’s not one minute where you won’t be smiling. Ever. She’s so sweet, so funny, and- and makes the cutest face when she gets worried. Her face goes-” as he tried to replicate the face, scrunching his eyebrows together, and pursing his lips. You burst out laughing at the adorable face, it was so cute on such a large drunk man.

He stopped and looked at you, like you were the moon, when he heard you laughing, a star struck look on his face when he realized he made you laugh himself.

Yes, all this bickering was slightly annoying, but drunk Bucky was one of your favorite Bucky's.

Before he could continue, Loki banged his head against the table dramatically. “Please. I don’t want to hear anything more about your gIrLfRiEnD…”

Bucky hiccupped again, louder this time. “You’re just… You’re just jealous! Y/BF/N is lame and you wish you had a girlfriend like mine.”

Loki’s face went white with anger, before he threw some bunched up napkins at Bucky, “HEY! That’s my WIFE you’re talking about!!”

You giggled as Y/BF/N had to explain to him that they weren’t married, that they only were dating. During that time, Bucky stopped paying attention, and was now drifting off in your lap. His eyes struggling to stay open.

When Loki responded with “Well, that’s ridiculous. Oh, I know. We’re just not married yet…” you actually snorted. Both the boys were completely gone by now.

Then Loki made a weird blinking face, until Y/BF/N asked, “Loki Laufeyson, did you just wink at me with both eyes?”

He giggled and nodded, while she threw her hands up. “That’s it. We’re going home.”

You looked down, and saw the heaping body of your sleeping boyfriend on your lap, and realized how hard this was going to be.

****** Morning of Rivalry Game

“Bucky!” you called out from the bathroom, hoping he could hear you from the bedroom.

“Yes doll?” his throat rumbled, still rough from sleep. You could hear his feet padding their way to the door frame where they stopped suddenly.

“Damn Y/N, you really know how to wake a man up.” he chuckled, admiring your body as you were leaning over the bathtub, in other a rather short bathrobe, your legs on full display, and your butt just creeping out.

Looking behind you, a smile came to your face as you saw Bucky’s hair, wild and crumbled from bed, “Look what I did!” you gestured to the bath, which was candle lit, with bubbles almost overflowing out of the tub, “I added epsom salt and oils for your game tonight!”

All he could do was look at you with love, his eyes conveying the gratitude he felt for you, “I love you so goddamn much.”

“And as I promised for your decent behavior on the date, which by the way, is most certainly debatable, you have earned a world famous massage from the one and the only Y/N!” you said with a wink, as you slipped the bathrobe off, and stepped into the tub, sitting to the side.

You relaxed as Bucky started to take off his T shirt, and sweats, but when he got to his boxers, he looked up and smirked, “Enjoying the little strip show, I see?”

Nodding enthusiastically, all he did was chuckle as he slipped the last article of clothing off, and stepped into the bath, laying down next to you.

An audible moan came from Bucky, his muscles were visibly becoming looser, less tense as his body hit the hot water. As soon as your fingertips touched his back, he slumped over and let you take control. Your hands went to work, finding little muscle knots all over his back, and neck, using your thumbs to slowly massage them away. Delicately, with your soft hands, you kneaded his muscles, humming unrecognizable tunes, as Bucky just swayed in the water, his hand caressing your leg, his finger tracing circles on it.

Even in steaming hot water, it caused a little shiver to rake your body. Bucky noticed, and smile, glad to know he still had such an affect on you.

By now, you had stopped massaging and was just lightly brushing your fingers over his skin.

“Babe” you mumbled, now giving his back little kisses, “I just want you to know I appreciate you immensely. I know I give you a hard time about behaving with Loki, but I see you trying and it means the world to me.”

He shifted slightly, turning his neck to see you fully. A grin was adorning his face, wrinkles forming at the creases of his blue eyes. “I’d do anything for you.” Bucky said simply.

The statement caused your heart to warm, and seeing the way the candlelight bounce off his features, the way the water droplets were sliding down his face, made you want to stay in this moment forever.

“I love you James Buchanan Barnes.”

Tilting his face down until his lips slightly brushed yours, he mumbled, “I love you too” and closed the distance, his lips molding to yours softly, and slowly.

Somehow, after hours of sitting, talking, listening to music in the bathtub, long after the water had gone cold, you dragged yourself away from Bucky, and told him to hurry and get dressed, that you would make in a real big winner's breakfast.

You were in your bathrobe and slippers as you were flipping the sizzling bacon as Bucky came in behind you, wrapping his warm arms around your stomach.

He hummed, constantly, nuzzling his face into your still wet hair, “That bacon smells so good, babe” just as his belly rumbled, causing you both the giggle at the timing.

Creating two plates of food, one big one for you, and a heaping, stacked plate for Bucky, you two settled on the couch to eat.

Usually, and this was no different, it let to small scale food fights, that resulted in you have bits of hash browns in your hair as you laughed against Bucky's chest, him holding you tight on top of him.

It was these moments that Bucky treasured. The calmness he knew could only originate from your soul. The only person known to him that a single touch could settle any nerves of his.

Laying on top of him, the food forgotten, you rested your chin on his chest, looking upward, admiring Bucky's face.

“Buck, are you nervous?” You asked, seeing the set of his jawline, indicating his pregame jitters, that would only come out on the most important games. They were always hardly noticeable, he aired himself in such a confident mood, but you were always able to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling and when.

“Aren't hiding it, well am I?” he chuckled, albeit nervously.

“Not to me,” you joked, “but this year it seems a little worse. What's got you so worked up?” as you slowly ran your fingers around his neck.

“Don't worry. It's just the game. Worried about losing again is all.” he answered, trying to cover how completely nervous he was with a reassuring smile. Only it wasn't the game that had Bucky's stomach in a ball of knots.

You arched an eyebrow, before nodding “Okay babe.” knowing that wasn't the extent, but knowing Bucky would tell you when he needed. “I know you'll do great today.”

With a peck on the lips, you pulled yourself off of him, slapping his chest lightly, “Now, Mr. Muscles, get your ass up and moving so you won't be late for rivalry game.”

****** Couple Hours Later

A couple hours later, you found yourself in you seat, with Y/BF/N right next to you, watching the Frost Giants, and White Wolves warm up in the ice. Both of you had warm cups of hot chocolate between your gloved hands, sipping ever so often.

“Did Loki seem more nervous today compared to past games?”

Y/BF/N thought for a second, taking a sip, before responding, “Yeah he was, come to think of it. He was acting weird, hardly slept last night, then he said this game would change his life.” She chuckled a bit, as if she remembered something, “I know he’s an overall dramatic guy, but really? I mean won last year, so I don’t think this “life changing” game will be any different.”

You arched an eyebrow at her statement, “Hey now, don’t assume your man’s gonna win… my man will kick his butt” adding a wink to let her know it was all in fun and games.

You both giggled lightly, but looked up to see that Bucky had checked Loki lightly while they were still warming up, pushing him up against the glass with his elbow.

Y/BF/N turned to you, “Well, I don’t think our boys will be civil about it like us.”

“Nope. Not at all.” you said, as you prepared yourself for the next two hours of worrying. Bucky playing always had you on the edge of your seat, hockey was a dangerous sport, but this rivalry game always had more fights, more injuries. You were just hoping Bucky wouldn’t forget his mouthguard.

Finally the warm up period had ended, meaning the game would start soon. You shook your arms out, trying to shake off all the nervous vibes you had going on. All Y/BF/N did was laugh softly at you, getting ready for the puck to be dropped.

You were very happy with your seats. They were right smack dab in the center of the seating stadium, in between and above the two teams bench areas. They gave you both perfect views of you boys on the ice and on the bench.

Loki and Bucky both skated to the center both prepping for the puck to be dropped by the dropped.

With a throw of his hand, the referee let the puck drop to the ice, and in a mad rush of limb and wood, Bucky and Loki fought over control until Loki prevailed, gaining possession and quickly skating to forward.

Next to you, Y/BF/N cheered, “YES! Let’s go Loki!!” she shouted, pumping her fist in the air, proud of her boyfriend already.

A grin grew on your face, before you started to clap, “It’s okay boy, you can get it back! Let’s go, right here!”

So far, the teams looked extremely evenly matched. All the players had looked good from your point of view. Mostly though you just had your eyes on Bucky. Whenever he was on the ice, he grabbed all attention from you. It was in the way he skated so effortlessly, like it was second nature to him. How such a bulky, huge guy, could have such grace and precision on ice like that always amazed you.

There had been a couple shots at the net already, and every time, whether it was your net, or the Giants’, you held your breath, clenching the edge of your seat with your gloved hands.

After what seemed like 10 minutes of the Frost Giant’s on the offensive, getting shots at the net, the White Wolves goalie caught the puck.

You let out the breath you were holding, turning to Y/BF/N, “Oh man, this game already has my stomach in knots!”

“Yeah, same here,” she nodded, before tilting her head, “The amount of shots the Frost Giants have taken on your net is insane. How have they not scored yet?!”

You giggled, before nodded you head toward the ice, where Bucky had just gained possession of the puck, “I don’t know, but let’s just see what Bucky is gonna do, shall we?” adding a wink, before turning back to the game, giving it your full attention.

Then you heard it. Two rows behind you someone was shit talking Loki. Glancing over at Y/BF/N, you saw her jaw was tight, like she was restraining herself. She most definitely heard it. And barely containing herself.

Turning around in your seat, before Y/BF/N would start throwing hands, you figured out who was talking, just some old guy who probably didn’t know shit, locked eyes with him.

With a glare you cleared your throat, gaining his attention, “Mister, how about you don’t talk about things you don’t know anything about.”

He looked surprised from the fact you called him out on his bullshit, but mostly was confused by your attire.

““Well-you-uh... why are you defending Laufeyson when you’re wearing a Barnes jersey? White Wolves can’t even get themselves any loyal fans, huh?””

Y/BF/N giggled next to you, realizing what the man had just said, and proceed to get himself into.

With a big smile, she said, “You know, being a dick won’t make yours any bigger.” His face grew in horror, before you continued the verbal assault.

All you did was smile wickedly, before clapping a hand on Y/BF/N’s shoulder. “Well, mister, you’re speaking with Bucky Barnes’s girlfriend, and this cutie right here is Loki Laufeyson girl. And if we can handle those two, we can sure as hell shove your overinflated heads back up your asses.!”

A look of horror appeared on the man’s face when he saw the Laufeyson jersey on Y/BF/N, before he nodded and looked away.

You settled back down in your seat, Y/BF/N just chuckling, “Good one Y/N. Way to scared the bejesus out of him. Thanks for jumping in there. I think I would have actually attacked them if you hadn’t.””

“You absolutely would have-” you trailed off as fight broke off on the rink, drawing your attention back to the game. Thankfully, neither Bucky or Loki was a part of it, but you full on snorted when they both went for each other for their hugging buddy.

After years of watching all levels of hockey games, the hugging system would still get you laughing. Just the fact that the players not in the fight would partner up with the other team (to not accidentally gang up on someone in a group fight) by side hugging was hilarious.

So now, you and Y/BF/N were blessed to see Loki and Bucky side hugging as they watched their teammates fight.

Not able to hear, but you could see they were talking and smiling, probably jokes and banter, but it still warms your heart. They’re was still hope they may become better then enemies one day.

A couple minutes later, Y/BF/N blurts out, “I can’t believe what they were saying! Sorry, I don’t mean to bring it up again, but-but… UGH! Who could think something so rude? I mean, just look at him!” she continued, a look coming over her face, “Oof… just look at him… God damn, he’s a fine man.”

You snorted out loud, the look of her face hilariously lovestruck, “My goodness, you have it bad! Like when are you guys finally gonna get married?!” you joked about, a huge smile on your face, enjoying the moment.

“Oh, I don’t know… but i’m definitely ready. Just waiting on him, but if he’s not ready I can wait. I love him enough.” she said, a smile shining in her eyes.

You wiped a fake tear from your eye, “Wow, beautiful. What couple goals.”

“Ha!” she laughed, “Says the one who gives her boyfriend massages after every game. I couldn’t imagine, my hands would fall off from all that work!”

You both snickered, before returning back to the game.

Soon the time had run out, the loud bell ringing, signaling the end of the first period. Someone from Loki's team, all the way across the rink, hit the puck in one final shot, but the Wolves goalie caught it with ease, and all the players began to skate off of the ice.

Bucky, instead went the long way, skating a quick lap around the rink, to slid by you two real quick. Whipping his helmet off real quick, and a shake of his hair, he gave you his bright smile, sending a kiss to your way, and a wink to Y/BF/N before skating off laughing, when Y/BF/N sent a playful middle finger back.

After the break had ended, which was consumed by yours and Y/BF/N's mad dash to get new cups of hot cocoa, you were barely back in your seats when the puck was dropped again, beginning the second period.

Immediately you noticed a change in both teams. They had gotten antsy with neither team scoring and you could see it in their changes of attitude. Already there was more shoving and the amount of posturing you saw was crazy. Not even a minute in, and a fight had broken out. It was two other players, not Loki or Bucky, and you were thankful. If they had gotten this far without fighting, hopefully they could hold out longer.

There were a lot of more shots at the goal. Both goalies were working overtime, each having their share of close calls before just barely blocking or catching it.

The White Wolves had been on the side of the Frost Giants for a while now. They had been very aggressive and on the offensive. Suddenly Bucky had the puck and had a shot in line.

You screamed out “Take it Buck!” And with a sweeping motion, he swept his stick back and with a powerful thrust, hit the puck and sent it flying to the goal. It seemed to almost make it in before the goalie stuck an arm out blocking it from entry.

The puck fell to the floor before the goalie could gain a safe possession of it, and Rogers, a White Wolves player saw the opportunity and with a quick dunk of his stick, hit the puck in behind behind goalies leg.

You stood up, whooping and hollering as the White Wolves fans around you started to cheer as well. Y/BF/N clapped next to you, a smile on her face, albeit it was directed at Loki who had a pissed expression on his face. Bucky had raised his stick in the air before colliding with Rogers in a tight hug.

The Frost Giants all looked extremely angry, and when the game resumed you could tell. The players were getting even feistier, even more aggressive, and was putting the White Wolves on the defensive.

Even from your position you could tell players were starting to shit talk. At one point, it looked like Bucky said something to the Giant’s goalie, some Odinson guy, which knowing Bucky was some smart ass comment, and caused Loki to slid in front of Bucky, blocking his view of the goalie. He got all up in his personal space, posturing, and said something, before pushing him away.

Bucky just laughed and skate backwards, his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ energy radiating, and skated back to his side of the rink.

When some distance was between them, you let out the breath you were holding.

“Oh thank goodness they didn’t get into it!” you said, leaning over to Y/BF/N, who was just as tense as you were.

“Yeah, that could have been pretty bad!”

After the tense little moment was over, you noticed that Bucky and Loki were continuing to give little shoves and hits throughout the game. At one point Loki had slammed Bucky up against the wall in an attempt to gain possession of the puck away from Bucky. It was really getting heated between the two and set you legal shaking with nerves as the time started to run out for this period.

When there was about 15 seconds left in the 2nd period, Loki had stuck his stick out in front of Bucky causing him to slip and fall forward. Quickly he got up, and at the sight of him throwing off his helmet you knew that they were gonna fight. Really fight.

With Bucky getting up, Loki threw his hands up, “Finally! I was beginning to think you were scared of me”

“Let's fucking go, punk!” as he threw his stick to the side and skated forward throwing the first punch.

Both you and Y/BF/N tensed up, leaning forward with worried hands covering your faces in surprise. Bucky had knocked off Loki’s helmet with a flying fist, who face showing a shocked expression. Immediately he retaliated, pushing bucky backwards who had to scramble on his skates to not fall over. They continued to throw punches, both catching fists with their jaws.

You noticed how the rest of the teams all paired up, no one wanting to interfere with the unusually violent fight.

You hadn’t taken a breath since the fight had started, your eyes not straying from Bucky’s figure as he was throwing and receiving punches, you barely even registered the loud bell signaling the period had ended. The players slowly went to their team rooms, still watching the fight as the referees tried to break it up.

A gasp left you as Loki threw a undercut, that caught Bucky right in the chin that caused him to fall backward. Loki relented, and left him on the ice, as a he skated away, smirking proudly at his defeated opponent, watching the referee help Bucky up, his skates wobbly, and his face white in a grimace, but anger still completely evident. The ref helped him to the teamroom, Bucky having to draw support to not fall over.

As soon as he left your sight, you let out a small “oh my god”

Turning to Y/BF/N, you saw the same scared look in her face.

Before you could see anything else, Steve appeared on the ice, and came to your part of the rink.

He shouted over the plexiglass, “Y/N, Bucky’s hurt. He wants to see you, can you come to the team room?”

Wordlessly, you nodded, standing up. Turning to Y/BF/N, expressionlessly, you whispered, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

You made the trip to the team room door with toxic thoughts filling your head.

What if he injured himself so bad he can’t play anymore??

What if he got a concussion??

Shaking slightly, you took a settling breath, ready to put a reassuring smile on for Bucky, then opened the door to the team room.

The door crepted open as you slowly walked into the room. Immediately, you knew something was off, the entire White Wolves team was standing in a line, all looking forward, starring directed at you. Steve huge smile on his face, standing in the middle. And then, you saw Loki.

What the everloving fuck is he doing here?

He stood next to Steve with a his big classic smirk on his face. Slowly the two parted, revealing a kneeling Bucky behind them.

Still in his skates, he was on one knee, flashing his bright smile.

You gasped at his position, thoughts racing through your head.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. My love. My light. My everything.” A hand flew to your mouth in shock as small tears started to shine in his eyes.

“Since the moment we met, or should I say since the moment we had eye sex in the rink, I knew that you were the one meant for me. I fell in love with the way your lips shaped the ‘good lucks’ I got from you across the plexiglass. I fell love with the way you always had a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. I fell in love with your positivity, I could take the hardest fall and I knew you'd be right there for me cheering me on, shouting ‘get your ass up’. I fell in love with the way you would hold me like I was your world, the after game massages would relieve any stress from my shoulders instantly. I fell in love with the way you made me feel. I truly believe that you've made me a better hockey player, a better man. My life has changed…” he paused, emotions overcoming him before he cleared his throat and continued, “changed for the better with you in it, and I don't want don't spend another second of it without you. So Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the greatest honor, and marry me? When he spoke those last words he pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket, and opened it you reveal a small golden band.

A sob came from your mouth, tears streaming down your face, but you still had the biggest smile ever. Shaking your head up and down, violently, you ran forward until you collided with him, holding him tightly.

“Yes, Bucky. Yes, I'll marry you!”

Cheers erupted from the team, Loki's clapping the loudest of them all.

Bucky swiftly pulled you to him, kissing you deeply stealing the engagement. Pulling away, he slowly slid off your glove from your hand. Delicately, and with his calloused fingers, he slid the plain gold band, onto your ring finger.

Slowly, he lowered his lips to your hand, softly kissing your ring and finger intimately. You both started into each other's eyes, wide smiles shining between the two.

“Wait, hold on just one second!” You exclaimed, “Was that fight fake or real?”

Loki laughed before interjecting “Your dear fiancé had planned the whole thing. We would get into a fake fight at the end of the period to get you reason to get in here so Bucky could do his thing.”

“Yup, and it worked out perfect” Bucky smiled, giving your cheeks another peck from his soft lips. “Just perfectly.” he whispered, staring at you in awe.

“Now, my dear fiance, the first thing we need to do as an engaged couple is help Loki propose to Y/BF/N.”

You squealed out with delight, looking between Loki and Bucky, wondering when they ever had gotten this close to do something like this, “I would be honored to!”

“Okay, then” he smirked excitedly, glancing up at Rogers and Laufeyson, “Here’s the plan…”

*****

Breathlessly, you rushed back to your seat, trying to tame the bright smile on your face.

“Hi!” you said to Y/BF/N as you fell into your seat.

“How is he?! Is he okay?” she asked, concern clear on her face.

“Oh, Bucky? He’s completely fine! Um, yeah, he’s good enough to play for the final period.”

“Oh that’s good! I’m so glad, I got really worried for him.” visibly relaxing, then added with a joking smile, “plus, I sent Loki an angry text saying he shouldn’t have done that.”

“Yeah, yeah he’s totally fine. He was just being a little baby about it!” you fibbed, excitement of what was to come coursing through you.

When the teams skated back onto the ice, you cheered, for both Bucky and Loki. And when they resumed playing, you could now see the playfulness that was between them. What you thought was aggression was playfulness, and what you thought was teasing was only jokes. Thankfully, for the rest of the period the two didn’t ‘fake’ fight again, but sadly Buck had to go check someone with his stick, shoving a Frost Giant player with both hands.

At the whistle, you knew that the ref saw it, and it a loud sound signaled that it was a penalty and that Bucky would have to go into the penalty box for a whole 2 minutes.

The thing was, the penalty box was just under you two seats, so when he entered it, he looked up to you, wiggling his eyebrows.

You mouthed the words, “Seriously? A foul?”

He grinned his perfect crooked grin, before mouthing back, “Yeah, I missed you!”

You giggled, blowing him a kiss, after making a little heart with your hands. He dramatically grabbed the blowed kiss from the air and clutched it to his chest.

You shook your head at his childlike manner, still grinning like an idiot, before you pointed to the rink, giving him a fake sternly look telling him to pay attention to his game.

He nodded, giving you one last wink before turning around and watching the game, counting down the seconds he still had in the box.

Now with the Frost Giants in a power play, where the White Wolves were down a player (due to Bucky’s foul) they had become a lot more aggressive, really pushing their offense. After a couple attempts at the goal, Loki had a perfect shot lined up. With a quick swing of his stick, he shot the puck into the upper left corner, getting it past the goalie with ease.

The crowd erupted with cheers, you clapping sadly, but Y/BF/N went crazy, standing up and whooping and hollering, yelling out Loki’s name.

Bucky looked back up to you, an embarrassed look on his face, knowing his penalty had helped the Frost Giants. You shook your head at him, right before his timer went off and he quickly skated back onto the ice.

Now with the game being tied up, the teams became defensive again. No one was letting anyone score. Both goalies were catching pucks like crazy. With the seconds dwindling down, the tension was rising exponentially.

With only about 10 second left of the tied game, the Frost Giants had possession of the puck, and Loki took a shot at the goal, but the goalie blocked it. Quickly, Wilson, a Wolves player swept the puck up and slide it over to the Wolves possession. In a blink of the eye, he passed it to Barnes and with a couple of powerful thrusts, Bucky skated down the rink charging the goalie one on one. In one of the luckiest shots you’ve ever seen, and with only 2 seconds left, Bucky hit the puck with all his might, and launched it past the goalie, the puck hitting the back of the net with a satisfying thunk.

The crowd all roared, the rink filling with noise as the bell rang, the game ending with a White Wolves victory. The team surrounded Bucky as he threw his hands up in triumph.

After the moment had ended, the stadium started to empty out.

Y/BF/N got up to follow the rest of the people, but you held her hand, pulling her back into the seat, “Wait, Y/BF/N. Bucky said he wanted me to stay here, and the boys would bring us to the team room so we could avoid all the people and traffic driving out of here.”

“Oh, okay?” she responded, sort of confused about the change in plans, but thankfully she didn’t question it any further.

After a few minutes, the boys appeared in the stadium, now out of their skates, an arm slung around each other, laughing about something. It made the two of you give a little awe. As they lead you to an opening in the gate, they led you into the team room.

You and Bucky pulled away from Y/BF/N and Loki, as he asked her if she wanted to skate for a little bit. After some hesitation, she nodded, and grabbed a pair of extra skates that Loki would always bring, slowly tying them up.

Bucky leaned over to you whispering, “Did she question it at all?”

“Nope, she was a tad confused but stayed.”

“Then good job, my sweet fiance. Now let’s give them their moment shall we?” he asked.

Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, a seductively smile flashed across your face, “And whatever shall we do in the meantime?” slowly you slid a hand up across his chest, your fingers creeping up to his bare neck, “I mean, you did just score the final point, right? I think I could let you score something else” you added, biting your lip slightly.

Bucky pulled you tight against him quickly, causing you to stumble lightly, before pressing your body flush against him. Eyes bright with happiness, he whispered in his deep rough voice, “Oh, I already scored the best fiance. I don’t need anything else.”

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