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foreverbeingthunderbuddy · 6 years ago

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heyy can you maybe do a drabble with Cop!Bucky or FBI!Bucky where he invades reader's house cause she's a suspect and he searches her for weapons even though that should be done by a female agent but he says there aren't any present and reader kinda enjoys it and at the end a female one walks in and she finds out Bucky lied. cocky Bucky basically, hope this makes sense xoxo

I wasworking on prove myself but got stuck at a certain point and decided to do alittle request to fight writer’s block. This is short. 1,2 k :) // Masterlist

One momentthere is just you and your best friend standing in her living room, talkingabout a text message she received from her trashy ex-boyfriend. The next momentthere are loud noises, shattering glass, heavy footsteps around you and loudvoices shouting from everywhere, ordering to put your hands in the air.

You andyour friend both scream out at the sudden intrusion and wince, both too shockedto move a muscle. You see half a dozen men in black uniform (includinghelmets!) standing in a vague circle around you. All of them have big gunsaimed at you and they don’t look like they will give you a special treatmentjust because you’re women.

“I’ll sayit one last time, put your hands up in the air where I can see them!” A deepdominant voice barks and you turn your head to see a man with dark brown, chin-lengthhair tugged under a hat standing approximately five feet away from you. Hisice-blue eyes don’t give anything away other than annoyance, the intensitymaking you incredibly insecure almost instantly. Admittedly, his good looksplay a part in that as well.

He wears awhite sweater, sleeves up to the elbows, under a black bulletproof vest. Heseems to be their boss, judging from his different attire and the fact that themen all seem to be waiting for orders.

From thecorner of your eye, you see your friend slowly raise her hands over her head,not being able to hide the trembling.

“Miss, putyour hands where I can see them” The man repeats, getting moreand more impatient as the seconds pass by. What the fuck is happening?? Why arethere strange men in your friend’s living room and look like they’re about toshoot you?

“What ishappening- listen, I think you have us confus- see! I can show you my ID” Yousay, your voice shaking a little – shit – and you reach inside the handbag thatis hanging around your shoulder and dangling next to your waist. That isobviously a mistake. You haven’t even put your entire hand in when the wholeroom shifts and you hear alarming clicking and an angry “LET GO OF THE BAG ORWE’LL SHOOT! Put your hands up, Miss, put bothof your hands up, SLOWLY, and let go of the fucking bag!”

You look upand see that now even the beautiful special agent (or whatever, you have neverwatched CSI) has a gun aimed at you, his face serious but his pretty eyes looklike they’re processing something. He’s probably trying to estimate whether youwould pull out a gun yourself and shoot at them.

Slowly, scared,you raise your hands over your head and that’s when all men in the room relaxvisibly and Beautiful Hat Guy steps forward and points at the wall behind you.

“Hands onthe wall, we’re gonna search you” He orders and grabs your upper arm to pull youaround. You’re too perplex to fight and simply follow his lead. You lay bothhands against the wall, eyes on the stylish flower wallpaper and wait. You don’tknow much about police work but you’ve been at the airport before, so you know theywill have to bring in a woman to frisk you.

Suddenly,there are hands on your waist and you throw a glance over your shoulder and aremet with the bluest eyes you have ever seen looking down at you, only inchesaway from your face. He has a perfect poker face on, if you ignore the cocky hintat the right corner of his lips. Maybe you should stop staring at his mouth.

He allowsyour drooling for about three seconds and then suddenly opens those god-givenlips and says “Miss. Face to the wall. Can you please follow my orders withoutresistance for a change?”

As if yourbody just waited for a chance to be embarrassed, you feel heat crawl up yourneck almost immediately and quickly turn away to obey. The fact that his handsstart coming around your midriff and roam over your front pockets makeseverything way worse.

“I alwaysthought male officers aren’t allowed to search women” You mumble and try toignore his hands already brushing down to your thigh. At least he’s quick anddoesn’t take his time like some scumbags would.

“This is aserious case and there are more important things than bringing female agentsevery time there’s a chance that there could be women present just so our mainsuspects feel comfortable” Beautiful Hat Guy says and checks your calf beforehe changes to the other leg. You dare a look to the side to where your friendis standing, hands against the wall, a dude in heavy equipment quickly searchingher. She looks terrified. Unlike you.

God, youwish you didn’t find this entire situation hot but here you are, biting yourlip and trying your best not to look like you’re enjoying this. Your friend wasright, it’s really been too long since you’ve gotten laid. Caught up in yourHot Guy Touches Me fog, you don’t even pick up his words “main suspects”. Maybethat would be a good thing to ask questions about.

You feelhim stand up and his hands go to your ass - um excuse you, your back pockets (are you imagining thingsor did he take a second longer than needed there?) and brush over your lower back(of course you deny the goosebumps that emerge immediately), checking your beltand then making their way up to your ribs. Without hesitation he reaches aroundyou and his hands come to rest right underneath the wire of your bra.

He’s notgonna … or is he?

He waits asecond, seemingly debating, makes the right decision and leaves out your chest (their loss, afemale agent would have been able to go there and you could have hidden allkinds of dangerous weapons) and instead focuses on your arms underneath yourjacket. You would have loved to see his face after that “Should I or should Inot?”-debate but you keep staring at the wall.

He finisheshis search and his hands leave your body immediately. No, I’m not feeling disappointed, stupid body.

You usethat to step away from the wall and turn around. He’s still close and his eyesare so piercing that you want to look away but he has lost the hardness in hisfeatures and all that’s left is a thoughtful expression. Maybe mixed with thebeginning of another cocky smile.

The thingis, had he given you the option not to get searched by him … as bad as itsounds, you would have still agreed to it. Now what does that say about you?

“She’sclean” He shares with his colleague who nods, replies “She’s too” and thenreaches behind him to reveal a pair of handcuffs. Handcuffs. Shit!

Your eyescut back to Agent Bossy and you see the cuffs already dangling from his hand. Hegives you an arrogant smile and tilts his head.

“You knowwhere this is going. Hands please.”

Right asyou want to open your mouth to ask what the fuck is going on, two women in uniformenter the room, look around, spot Beautiful Hat Guy and walk over to you.

“AgentBarnes. We can search the suspects now” One of them says and looks you up anddown.

Your headswings around to Agent Barnes, indignation and stupid excitement at the revelation he lied to search you (can’t lie) filling you. He doesn’t even looksorry.

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muskycat · 8 years ago

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UnderLate: Broken Fate. Chapter 10

Undyne watched as that dark version of Sans raised his hand, reloading his weapons. She was wounded, unable to dodge them again. Undyne closed her eyes, waiting for the blow. At least that way she would stop feeling, of being alone. She would have liked to see Alphys again, daring to say something to Papyrus, to see Asgore reach Snowdin…but she had failed them. To everyone, even to herself. The seconds before her death became eternal, she heard the final noise, the weapons were loaded. But what she heard wasn’t the shot but the scream of the girl. Opening her eyes, she was surprised to see the human in front of her. Her body turned to shield as her hand held the skeleton's, making it slowly lower. "You can’t do that," Undyne heard Frisk say, “Friends don’t hurt and she is, even if you think otherwise.” "Frisk, you can’t defend her," Sans said. "If I do, for Papyrus. He cares by Undyne, in spite of everything. Yes, I know it happened between them.” Undyne watched as Frisk looked at her out of the corner of her eye, lowering her, devoured by guilt, “How do you think Papyrus will feel when he finds out that his brother has finished with her friend? If you don’t do it for me, do it for him. Don’t hurt Undyne” Undyne didn’t believe in what her eyes saw. Sans, the vengeful monster who longed to kill her, was doubting by the words of that human. The intensity of the brightness of the blaster diminished, soon it was extinguished, while the one of its eye, returned to be the normal Sans. Then Frisk turned to her and held out her hand. "What are you doing, brat?" Her pride prevailed, she didn’t want to accept her hand. But she wouldn’t bring her down, a smile on her face, “I don’t need help.” "Come on, it's okay to let yourself be helped. It doesn’t make you weak if you are with a friend.” "You and I aren’t friends. We can’t be!” "I want to be your friend, Undyne. Papyrus told me things about you, you taught him to cook, right?” "No ... don’t use him." "You said Asgore is coming for me. Well, you don’t need to hunt me anymore. He will, will not he? I don’t know what will happen, but before, I want you to do me a favor.” "Arghh ... you saved my life, so I guess I owe you." Undyne looked behind her. Sans looked calm, smiling, but when he noticed her look, his eyesockets turned dark. Apparently she had no choice but to give in to the human, “And what do you want, punk?” "Something easy," Frisk said, helping her up, after Undyne accepted her hand, “I want you to come with me, see Papyrus and do what you had to do a long time ago.” “What?” Said the two monsters at once. "Sorry, I thought it was clear," Frisk said, shrugging her shoulders, “Please, it was very easy, I thought you were both smarter. So, let's go?” “But what...” "It's like talking to my brother," Sans said, taking both of them and dragging them along the path he wanted, “Come on, I know a shortcut. I refuse to return to the same path, I have walked enough.” “You’re a lazy, Sans” “I’m adorable” “You're trash, fuck you, Sans!” Bob's voice was heard. "Hey, what does that verb mean?" "He said bite you, he doesn’t know how to vocalize." In a second, Sans caught the rebellious Temmie with his power and returned it flying to his village, “He says it because I'm good to the bone.” "Oh, my God, Sans, they're getting worse! And why did you throw him?” “He deserved it. Come on, girls. "Before he left, Sans glanced over to where Bob was still flying, “Get dunked on, Bob.” ** “Hello, did you miss us?” Sans said as he opened the door to his house. It wasn’t long before Papyrus came out of the kitchen, the wooden spoon in his hand. "Sans, you've been out almost all afternoon!" Frisk has not even eaten" In that, Papyrus saw what was behind his brother. Frisk was fine, though she was carrying an Undyne who grimaced in pain, “Oh god, what happened?” "Is Frisk right?" Toriel stepped out of the kitchen, where she was watching dinner. With Pap, she had taken care of the dessert with one of her pies. "Safe and sound, mom. But Undyne has had a little accident and we've helped her.” "Wowie! But, what kind of accident?” Pap asked, not seeing his brother's face. With Frisk they put Undyne on the couch and examined the wound. "Don’t worry, Papyrus, sometimes I'm a bit clumsy," Undyne said, hiding the real reason for her injuries. On the other side she saw Sans's gesture of appreciation. "Don’t talk nonsense, Undyne, you're not clumsy, you're very strong. But we have a bad day sometimes. Frisk, go to the bathroom and bring me the first aid kit, in the closet next to the shower.” "With a little food she'll be well soon," Tori said, returning to the kitchen, “I hope you like the snail cake.” "You made a snail's pie?" Frisk's eyes gleamed as his guts began to ring, “Wow, I'm hungry.” Undyne watched as everyone except Sans moved through her, even though their last encounter hadn’t been very good. Between Frisk and Papyrus they healed their wounds, while Toriel finished preparing the food. Undyne looked at Pap, it seemed unbelievable that he continued to worry about her like this. "I didn’t know you needed glasses," Undyne said, trying to start a conversation that cost her more than she believed. "I don’t focus well, but I didn’t want to put them on for aesthetics. I saw them like a nuisance. Even now, at Grillby's it fogs me. Neither is anything serious, you don’t have to worry about me.” "What I don’t understand is, how the hell do you get them? If you don’t have ears or nose.” “At last!” Frisk shouted, “I thought I was the only one wondering what!” "Don’t you know the power of magic?" Sans said from his side, “Although, do you really want to talk about that with Paps, Undyne?” "No, it's true." Undyne took a deep breath before continuing. She turned to face Papyrus on the couch, waiting expectantly. Sans noticed the difficulty of Undyne, without them realizing turned blue to Frisk and took it to its corner, leaving space to them. The girl didn’t complain, she understood, “Papyrus, I ...” "Is something wrong, Undyne?" Asked the skeleton. "I should have done this a long time ago," she sighed, “Papyrus, I'm sorry for everything I said to you that day. With the disappearance of Alphys and all that happened, I paid with you and said things I didn’t feel. I don’t think you're useless or that I wasted my time training you. What's more, you proved it when you confronted me by the punk girl ... you could enter the Royal Guard, you are strong. But, if I lengthened your training so much and doubted it was because I was afraid. “Afraid?” “You're the most fucking good and sweet guy in the underground, Papyrus. I was afraid that if we went out and went to war with the humans, they would hurt you. Killing someone changes you and I don’t want you to. You're cool just the way you are and ... well ... I'm worried about losing that Papyrus. Sorry to have done that to you, it was your dream and I destroyed it by my fears ... in the end if I lost you. I shouldn’t have decided for you.” After Undyne's confession, there was silence, everyone waited for Pap's reaction, even Toriel, hidden behind the kitchen frame. When he finally reacted he surprised Undyne, who received one of the skeleton's surprise hugs. "Wowie, you should have told me before. You were just worried about me! Like a good friend.” "It didn’t matter, I was unfair to you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness.” "Hey, we all make mistakes, Undyne.” Said Papyrus, giving him a smile to calm her down, “Maybe I did wrong too discouraging myself. But I'm beginning to feel better. A little human sees me as his hero, apart from my brother, of course," he said, looking at Sans and Frisk, “I like my job as a cook, but I don’t deny that my dream is still there. I thought he was very weak. I felt sad because I thought I was disappointed you.” “You never did, I was the one who disappointed you. I am sorry. I just get everyone away from me.” "That won’t be the case anymore." Papyrus hugged her again, smirking at her, ”Welcome back to the family. I would like you to be my friend again.” "If you want ... yes, I will. And, if you wish ... I can continue teaching you what you want ... to cook, we can train as before ... I have too much free time.” “Great!” Papyrus said, “Oopsie, Toriel will need help.” "No need,honey" came the voice of the queen. Likewise, Papyrus went to the kitchen, leaving Undyne with his brother and the human. The captain approached Frisk, feeling like the skeleton's gaze kept his eye on her, intent on her movements. This time she didn’t care, she wasn’t going to do anything wrong. "Okay," she said, holding out her hand to Frisk, “You have earned it.” "Uh?” "My friendship," said the fish girl, smiling, “I must thank you for taking this step. I'm still on Asgore's side, but before the outcome, I'd like to meet you, Frisk. Would you be willing to give me the opportunity ...?” "Yeeaaahhh!” Before finishing, Frisk threw herself into her arms, happy for the new friend. They all dined together, including Undyne who, after clarifying her friendship intentions with Frisk to Toriel, was forced to stay to taste the Papyrus spaghetti, which Frisk repeated, leaving everyone astonished by that taste for the kitchen of the skeleton. She even had space for dessert, which Sans refused, changing it for a bottle of Ketchup. He had to be awake for his plan, when he'd gone for his bottle he'd started orchestrating it. It didn’t take long for him to teleport to his lab to pick up the sleeping pill and mix it with the cake that made sure everyone ate until they finished it. Soon it took effect, Undyne slept on the couch while Toriel and Frisk shared his room. He took Papyrus to his, and after reading his story, lay down beside him, had to be careful not to fall sleepy, to be with his brother always calm him, sometimes too much. But he had to be sure. A couple of hours later and miraculously awake, Sans left his brother's bed and walked stealthily to his room. Luckily, Toriel didn’t share the bed with her daughter, his plan would be more difficult. Sans made sure Toriel slept deeply on her folding bed before looking for Frisk. Although she was a little taller than him, his pajamas were worth it. "I'm sorry to do this to you, Frisk," Sans whispered, catching the girl in his arms. From her little confession at Waterfall, he continued to think about her amnesia. And her words hadn’t helped him relax, “But I need to know, whether or not you're ready.” And, before they knew it, he teleported with her, to their destination in Hotland.

#underLate #Brokenfate

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