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sheikh-n-bake · 2 years
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WAKE N BAKE!!!
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kvetch19 · 1 year
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chaosroid · 10 months
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Cyberpunk's expansion will supposedly overhaul the original game
Police system is reworked and depending on your wanted level, you'll have multiple tiers of NCPD/mercs chasing you in vehicles. It'll be possible to have lvl 5 Maxtac chasing you and a bossfight against them
Perks and skills have been overhauled, no longer just passive stat boosts, but more active abilities like different melee finishers, dashing, and the ability to deflect bullets with melee weapons
A new 6th skill tree for adding new abilities to your cyberware
Loot tiers are reworked
More variety in enemy combat encounters
Installing cyberware now has an effect on V's body and too much will inflict cyberpsychosis
Installing cyberware now has a first person cutscene animation added to it
Can now attune cyberware to one of your attributes, enhancing its efficiency (i.e optical camo attuned to 'cool' attribute)
Armour stats no longer tied to clothing, but your cybernetics
Vehicle combat is added, including the ability to use your katana on a bike
Vehicles are no longer bought from fixers, but through a website set up by Mama Welles
Certain vehicles have weaponry installed on them (gatling guns or rocket launchers)
Repeatable radiant quests will be added involving vehicle theft
New activity called Airdrops where loot caches drop randomly on the map that you can fight over and retrieve
New random events/activities are added to make the world feel more alive (i.e car chases and gang fights)
Edit: These changes will come in Patch 1.7, which will be free to everyone (with the exception of last gen console owners)
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arthurthethird · 3 months
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Javier just being very in love with his very tall bf
please and thank you
A/N: I'M BACK. Because I'm sad, I have COVID and I'm miserable, thank you very much. Also my dog is snoring next to my ear so I'm sorry if I make any mistakes, she's distracting me. Anyway, enjoy
(English and Spanish are not my first languages, please forgive me for any grammatical errors)
Mi Amor
Javier x male reader
It was a chilly night in Colter. You were hovering over a fire, staring at it silently. It's been tough lately, the gang lost many people. But you kept your hope for a better tomorrow.
However stress was eating you out. Your boyfriend, Javier went out with Arthur to look for John. It's been a while since they were gone, and seeing how the snow kept coming, you couldn't help but feel scared that they got stuck in it. If not, some hungry wild animal got to them.
It wouldn't get much from Javier, you tried to cheer yourself up. He's thin and short, not much meat. Well, short compared to you. But thinking about it, he was shorter than some members of the gang. Non of them could compete with you, of course.
You were... Well, tall is an understatement. You were almost a head taller than Charles, who was the tallest from the whole gang. But even you outgrew him. You used to be slightly insecure about it, seeing your background, but Javier loved it ever since he met you. He always made you feel loved, he had a gift in that. Whenever you were at your lowest, or overthinking, he came to cheer you up.
But he wasn't here now. In fact, you didn't know where he was. You weren't even sure if you'll see him again. Out of all people in the camo, why was he the one that decided to go? Why couldn't it be Bill or Lenny? They would've done better. This fool isn't even made for a weather like that, he's Mexican after all!
But before you could go any further down the road of worry, you heard horses outside. Not long after, the familiar voices of your beloved. Oh, yes, and Arthur's too.
You jumped up, excited. Delighted even. You ran to the source of the sounds, seeing as others were helping John down from the horse, Abigail immediately going to scold him. You rolled your eyes. She could give him a break at least now.
Before you could observe what was happening after, you felt arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug.
"oh, mi amor! I was so worried will you manage without me!" The short Mexican cried out, hiding his face in your chest. You immediately slapped the back of his head.
"you worried?" You frowned, sending down a glare. But upon seeing him rubbing the back of his head, your gaze softened. You hugged him, picking him up a bit. A gesture he loved. "I thought I lost you... What took you so long?"
Javier chuckled nervously, nuzzling to you, the exhaustion washing over him.
"got some company on our way back..." He muttered, sighing softly. You smiled a bit, rubbing his back, watching him.
"I hope nothing serious?"
"wolves"
"then it wasn't anything serious" You laugh at his offended gasp before getting a light punch on your stomach.
"I could've been eaten!"
"noo, they wouldn't go after you. Look at you. You're a cute type. Not a meal you'd want to eat"
"oh you said something different that one night-" you covered his mouth before he could finish, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks. Yes, it was a nice night, but not the type you'd want the whole gang to hear about.
"oh shut your mouth pendejo..."
"esto es por que te amo" he chuckled softly, taking your hand off of his mouth, taking your collar and pulling you down into a soft kiss. You blink few times, surprised before smiling slightly, kissing back.
Javier was a fool. You knew that. But he was your fool. And you'd be damned if you didn't merry that fool sooner or later. He always found ways to throw you off your feet.
And it was easy, considering the height difference.
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!! Any mistakes in the Spanish parts are fully my fault, I'm still learning it but Google Translate showed that I wrote the sentence correctly, so it's partly it's fault as well. !!
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f10werfae · 1 year
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Sy, I am Backup
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pairing: Captain Syverson x Girlfriend!Sniper!Reader
summary: Reader is like a total badass super deadly sniper and she leads like a badass group of women who are also deadly soldiers. Anyways the ladies are called in to help rescue Sy and his team? (requested by @stormcloudss )
Warnings: Gun Violence
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“You sure you’ll be okay baby? You know the girls and I are always on call to help?” Y/n said helping pack her boyfriend Sy’s backpack for his next mission at his recent position, commander. “I know sugar, but i’d rather not put you into danger, ya know this” Sy huffed throwing on his boots before hotly kissing his woman goodbye and off he went.
Y/n L/n, wasn’t the most innocent, with her being head of the sniping division, she had quite the talent herself. In fact that’s how Sy and her met, they were put into the same training group at the deployment centre, and voila. Sy couldn’t help but find himself drawn to this amazing woman, not only was she able to carry herself, but Sy as well (Literally)
Now 7 months down the line the two had moved in together and were finally getting serious, until the dreaded call came. They needed Sy out there again, luckily it was only a short drive and a smaller scale task, but still all the more dangerous. Even though Sy was mean and scary to others, to Y/n he was nothing but her big baby that asked to share showers, kisses and cuddles on the daily.
“Ok I don’t have a good feeling about this” Y/n whispered to herself and calling up her fellow girls on their groupchat, watching as Sy’s truck pulled off and out of their home’s driveway. Rifling through her old gear, Y/n got out her old suit and equipment with the phone stuck between her ear and shoulder.
Steph: God did I think we would never talk again, Miss L/n
Y/n: Come on now Steph, it’s only been two months
Grace: Did commander send us a task or something?
Y/n: No but he sent Sy’s team one, a drug bust, which is unusual because how violent could it get for soldiers to be there
Sophie: Jesus there must be bombs or something, there’s no way it’s just a drug bust
Y/n: That’s what i’m sayin! Which is why I think we need to get ready girls-
Stephanie: Woah woah owah, ready for what?
Y/n: Look, all of our men are on that squad, and we know damn well their general is going to hound us for backup
Grace: She’s got a point, we are the most experienced snipers around the place
Stephanie: I can’t believe i’m actually agreeing to this, meet y’all at L/n’s place in 15
Sophie: Omg the gang is back together
Within a half hour, all four girls were stood in the living room, strapped into their camo gear. Hairs in ponytails, heavy duty boots in tow and let’s not forget them reloading their customised weapons of war. Each different sniper sporting a different colour, each representing each woman’s aura. Y/n’s was a strong deep red, you can guess the reasoning for that.
“So what do we just wait here or something? How do we even know they’ll need us, there’s like 6 of them” Grace asked setting down her green sniper and sitting down onto the velvet white couch.
“Because of this” Y/n rushed out showing them the newest message from their commander
General L/n, assistance is needed at (insert address) Be prepared for situations 302 and 105. Mild casualties reported, enter from the side and take position. You know what to do.
“302? That means mild explosives does it not” Sophie asked looking at the phone herself, her hand reaching for her purple sniper, her fingertips tingling with anticipation and exhilaration.
“Yeah and 105, means outnumbered. Holy shit girls, we got ourselves a good one” Grace shouted getting up, the rest of them following her out of the house and into the one van they were going to use.
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Reaching the destination which seemed to be a dingy old warehouse, the girls got a glimpse of the amount of men walking in and out of the building, not their own men of course. Slinging on their extra ammo and their snipers, the girls found a wide enough pipe system for them to climb up skilfully. Y/n the first one to end up onto the roof, found herself a nice little spot with an opening straight into the warehouse. Setting up her stand and sniper, peeked into her scope and saw Sy’s squad.
Oh my were they outnumbered, they were practically surrounded, all of them tied up and some were clearly bleeding out. Just how strong were these other men? I mean granted there must be 100 of them, but wow.
Y/n felt her breath hitch when she saw her man, Sy, sitting dejectedly against a pile of cardboard boxes. His face still as brave as ever, but this time sporting more than a few cuts with blood running down his face. Y/n was going to kill these sons of bitches even if it was the last thing she did.
Looking up around the roof, Y/n saw that the other three girls were also raging, all of them nodding at each other before focusing down at their targets. Y/n found her first shot, a bald man who was tattooed all over, he seemed to be the one giving the orders.
Counting down under her breath
“3, 2, 1” And the trigger went off, the bullet embedding itself into the man’s head, instantly knocking him into the ground.
“Gotcha asshole” Y/n whispered loading up her next bullet, hearing all the men down below go into chaos at who shot their boss, the other three girls taking down what was assumed to be his right hand men. Leaving only the pawns of this vigilante group, when all of a sudden, Grace found herself making eye contact with one of the men, his smirk revealing golden teeth and a horrid face.
“Shit shit shit, i’ve been spotted, we gotta go now!” Grace shouted slinging back on her gun and running to the other girls, everyone hearing the men shouting up the side of the compound before they felt the shaking of the pipe system. Their only way down.
“Ok fuck uh- we gotta jump” Y/n rushed out looking over the hole she was spying on, noticing the high stack of cardboard boxes that could break their fall.
“Ok L/n even if we jump, we have to somehow get six injured men into a van, how does that work?”
“Let me take care of that, you guys jump and get them all into the van. If i’m not there in 10 minutes, leave without me yeah?” Y/n said stepping away from the hole and putting the other girls forward towards it.
“The fuck do you mean? Sy will kill us if anything happens to you, plus we can’t just leave you. No man left behind” Steph shouted
“Look, I won’t be left behind if this fucking works ok?! Now just go!” Y/n shouted, seeing the three girls salute to her before each taking their turn to jump onto the boxes, when all of a sudden Y/n heard the sound of metal behind her. They were here.
“Well, it’s just a little lady, musta got lost?” The front man said, twirling a pistol in his hands,
Within seconds Y/n had aimed her sniper and had shot the man full force sending him off the edge of the building, “Bring it on you filthy fuckers” She shouted loading in another round and going to town at the men in front of her, whilst running about trying to dodger bullets
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Grace, Sophie and Steph despite hurting their feet in the landing had now found themselves alone with their soldiers, untying them rapidly until a gruff hand pulled Sophie’s, “Where’s Y/n? I know she’s in your division. Agent L/n” Sy asked desperately limping, Sophie couldn’t help but stay quiet and instead looking towards the ceiling where they heard a loud cry say “OW FUCK SAKE” A woman’s cry.
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Y/n had near wiped them out, leaving one man behind to step over the bodies of his comrades. Realising she had no more bullets left, the man smiled at the sound of the empty gun, aiming his gun towards her leg before shooting it, immediately sending her to the ground, “OW FUCK SAKE” Clutching onto her leg Y/n growled and groaned, watching the man step closer towards her, a victorious look on his face.
“Looks like you’re down sweetheart, how unfortunate, women are always pathetic” He spat laughing at her, walking back towards the pipe system, leaving her to lay there in agony.
“Not yet” Y/n groaned pulling the key out of the hand grenade she was wearing with her teeth, and throwing it as hard as she could towards him as he bent down to climb
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“I need to go back for Y/n, you fuckers don’t understand-“
“No trust me we didn’t want to leave her either, but her orders were to get you guys into the van and wait ten minutes” Grace said guarding the back of the van which held the 6 grateful men, thankfully all of them only having mild injuries ranging from dislocations to cuts
*BOOM*
Shattering their conversation, everyone watched as a man's body blew up mid air, parts of the building edge being blown up to pieces. Everyone going silent at the thoughts in their heads,
"get the fuck out of my way or i'll make you" Sy growled, Grace immediately sighing and letting him step out, his now bandaged leg giving him the ability to somehow walk strongly. Sy groaned as he pulled himself up the pipe system, his heartbeat pounding in his ears at the fear of what's happened to his beloved girlfriend. His first love as well as that.
Relief filling him as he looked over the edge and saw a very much conscious and in pain
Y/n, who still had that same smirk on her face, “Told you I was here for backup baby” She shouted watching him shake his head and walk over to her,
“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, ya hear me?” Smashing his lips onto hers as if she would disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough, that’s how he felt.
(A few weeks later)
“Baby can I have a chocolate bar please” Y/n shouted from the living room, her casted leg set up on the couch, with Aika licking at her exposed toes.
“Comin’ right up honey” Sy said walking into the kitchen before settling beside her, her head falling on his chest with his arms wrapped around her shoulder.
“So about our next mission-“
“Shut it sugar, we’re not going anywhere anymore, not after that last scenario. We are done baby”
“What do you mean done? We can’t just quit?” Y/n questioned looking up at him confused, his lips pressing soft kisses to her temple and cheeks
“Of course not, but parental leave is a thing i’m sure we could get” He shrugged smirking down at her, taking a swig of his beer before taking a deep inhale in her neck, smelling her sweet peachy scent that he oh loved so much. A bit too much actually.
“But we aren’t parents Sy- Wait- HOLD ON-“
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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 11 months
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CRUSH- J.B BARNES
Pairing: Biker! Bucky x Innocent! Fem! Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: home for the summer, you plan on spending it in isolation, too shy and innocent to get into trouble. bucky barnes- the head of the local biker clan, has other ideas in mind.
Warnings: teasing, heavy flirting, pet names, drinking/ drugs mentioned, swearing, lap sitting, enemies to lovers trope
“can you read my mind? i've been watching you couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool camo' jacket, robbing corner stores hard odds to beat when you're on all fours good men die too, oh, i'd rather be with you”- crush, ethel cain
PART ONE OF THE CAIN SERIES. 
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You could hear the revving of the bikes from where you stood, safety guarded behind the glass doors littered with posters and signs, peeling and jumbling over each other- colours starting to fade from the summer sun. 
It was loud, their voices somehow seeming to overlap the roaring engines as they slipped on their glasses. You knew the men in that group, puffing out smokes in the convenience store parking lot. 
All of them. 
And you didn't know what that made you. Cool, for perceiving the closely, tight knit biker gang? Or shameful- for being seen anywhere near them?
 They were troublemakers. They had always, flaunting their tattoos and leather, never needing an announcement whenever they stepped into a room. You just knew who they were, that they were there and they meant business. 
Bucky Barnes and his posse never expected less. You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Shy, quiet, reserved. A girl who was headstrong yes, but knew that the bark and bite was not always the best strategy. 
You were polite, the kind of person an older person would think ‘What a sweet girl. I like her, so modest!’. Perceiving others, but not wanting to be perceived herself. Innocent. You were like that at school, and you were like that while being home for the summer. 
The gang was the same, and you dreaded the fact Bucky’s father lived right near yours. Which is why you felt your stomach drop at the bustle outside, clutching your plastic bag tighter, feeling the handles twist and pinch at your fingers circulation. 
You didn’t want them to notice you. But the rest of the parking lot was next to dead empty. Only an older man glared at them as he bagged things in the trunk, too far down in the parking lot for the group of men to care. 
Eyes stared at the back of your neck as you debated how to approach your old pickup truck, trying to assess the situation at hand. 
Not that there was a situation. Why did there need to be a situation? Just walk to your car. Don’t engage. 
The cashier, lifted his eyes from the newspaper, eyebrows cocking in concern. “H-have a good day. Thanks again.” you murmured, wanting to smack yourself. 
You had already said that. Just shut the fuck up and get home. The sticky, warm air of the west in the summer hit you as you removed yourself from the air-conditioned shop, and you took a breath before you fumbled for your keys. 
One step, then two. One step-  
“Hey sweet thang.” the leader called out, accent thick as all heads turned towards you. Your eyes met his, shades protecting the baby blues you knew were hidden under as he smirked. You felt your breath quicken, stomach turning in on itself the longer you stared. 
It was like a battle off. You were a Capulet. They were the Montagues. He reached for the smoke between his lips, throwing it down on the pavement before twisting his boot sole on it, ash smearing.
 “You shouldn't do that, you know. It’s bad.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, wanting to shrink back as soon as the words left your mouth. 
Little ooo’s and chuckles rose up from the other man, and you recognized some of them, even without the names on the back of the jean vests. Rogers. Wilson. Stark. 
He stepped towards you, cocking his head. Examining you. You couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not, and you weren't planning to stick around and find out. 
“Whatever you say Y/N.” he chuckled, making your eyes widen. Sweat broke out down your neck from the beating sun, and the fact he knew you. He knew you and that scared you. 
But also excited you, just a smidge. 
He noted your tense stance, and couldn't help but get a form of satisfaction out of it, even if his boys teased him for having such a crush on someone so unlike him. 
You rushed off before Bucky could say anything more, the breeze brushing the silky white sundress against your thighs as you slammed the truck door shut. Backing up without sparing a second glance, you sped out of the deserted parking lot, down the highway and away from him.
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It had been days since the last time you saw him, yet it replayed in your mind as if it had happened only a minute earlier. 
The way he noticed you. Had called out for you, as if he had been waiting the entire time you were in the store, wandering through the isles.
 It haunted you, in a way. You weren't sure if you cared for him or not. You had been watching him for quite some time now, though it had been mainly to steer clear of his antics. 
Bucky was a bad boy. You were a goodie two shoes. It didn’t fit. Intimation seeped your bones whenever you passed him, caught wind of his husky voice from whichever parking lot he crawled out from. 
So why were you still thinking of him? He scared you. Frightened you. But he was beautiful. 
Dangerously beautiful, like you couldn't say no to him no matter the question or cost. He was high strung with authority, a maturity about him that made you want to cling to him and never let go. 
Bucky was indescribable you decided, as you swung back the bottle of red wine, the sweet, tangy liquid caressing your throat as the cool night breeze blew through your hair. 
He looked like he worked with his hands and smells like marlboro reds, was all you could place in the category that you had organised in your mind. Though it was foggy, the lines slightly blurring the more you drank, the higher the moon rose in the night sky and the more the wooden railings creaked from the wind, you knew there was a reason he was constantly on your mind. 
It was silly really, how much your deep subconscious clung to the idea of him. Intoxicated or not. 
You heard the mosquitoes swarm towards the dim porch light by the old screen door, cicadas chirping in the tall grass. It was peaceful out here, alone. You let yourself dawn on how much you really missed home, the feeling of the freedom out in the middle of nowhere. 
“Drinking is bad too, ya know.” a low voice called from the shadows, making you jump- heart hammering in your chest as Bucky emerged from the darkness.
 Air whosed through clenched teeth as you sucked on your cheek, admiring him. Though he was in his ‘gear’, a rolled up henley, jeans and a smoke between his lips, he seemed different. 
Calmer.
 Like his guard wasn't up as much as you had seen it around his friends, or anyone else for that matter. “Why are you here Bucky?” was all you could muster to ask, not even knowing where to begin. 
You knew he knew where your father lived, as the two of you grew up on the same street. You just never expected him to show up. 
“Ah so shy girl  knows my name eh?”
 “Of course I know who you are. I’m not stupid.” He threw his hands up in defence. “Hey, I never said you were. Quite the opposite, from what I’ve observed.” 
He hinted towards the empty spot beside you.
 “Can I?” 
You nodded, watching as his beefy body adjusted to the smaller spot, knees brushing yours as he hung his head low. 
“Why are you here?” you repeated.
 “I don’t know. I guess seeing you the other day made me want to know you more. Is that bad?”
 “Yes.” you stated firmly, taking another swig of booze as he fumbled with his lighter. Your own answer startled you, words abruptly coming out of your mouth. It was the wine talking. But it was too late now. “Its a bad thing because you're a bad guy. You shouldn't be hanging around me.” 
He smirked, hand running through his dark, messy locks, tugging at the back of his neck. “Is that right? I forgot you're such a goodie two shoes. Are you too good for me?” he mocked, and you rolled your eyes.
 “That’s not what I meant. It’s just… we’re so different. And I don’t know you, like at all. You’ve done… bad shit.” 
“Like smoking pot? Or are you talking about that guy I murdered?” Your eyes widened, mouth forming an O shape as you whipped your head around to face him fully. Anxiety churned like angry waves in your stomach, and you feed the acid would rise up to the surface.
 “Kidding! Jesus you’re so fun to nag doll. It’s too easy, should’ve seen the look on your face! Priceless.”
 “How was I supposed to know that?!” you hiccuped, knocking the glass bottle against the bottom step, setting it down before you finished it all. That was a bad idea. Especially around a pretty boy with as much charisma as a snake charmer. 
“No idea, but some faith in me would be nice. I’ve put plenty of faith in you, ya know.” he bumped your shoulder, as if the two of you had been life long friends. 
You were baffled at the thought of what was happening right now. Never in a million years could you have pictured this, the teachers pet paired with the notorious bad boy, allowing him to sit on your porch and unwind with you when the minimal interactions the two of you had left nothing but mysteries in your mind. 
Who was he, really? Why were you so intrigued by him, though you knew he was nothing but trouble? And why, oh why did you find yourself actually enjoying his company? 
“How so?” you asked, looking down with interest at the dog tag that swung on his neck, silver shimmering in the gloom of the night. You didn’t want to look into his eyes. It scared you. 
“Well I had faith you’d come around, and let me talk to you. You’ve always looked so timid. I didn’t want to scare you.” 
You felt your breathing stop. “Why did you want to talk to me?” you asked, hesitantly. 
“Because you’re interesting to me. Like a puzzle. And I feel like there’s a lot more to you than from what I’ve seen and I want to know more.” 
You let Bucky's words settle, rest in the western air. They hung low over you, like a physical force. You're interesting to me. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction that feeling was mutual.
 “I’m glad you think I’m entertaining.” you shrugged, trying not to show how his words made you feel. 
“Come with me to the Lounge.” Smoke trickled from his rosy lips, and you watched the ash fall to the dirt before squished the but into the wood. What like… right now?” you asked, confusion spewed across your features. 
The Lounge was the towns local bar, its dark and grungy vibe off putting to you. The bikers often hung out there, the misfits throwing back drinks like it was no tomorrow You had never been to a bar before, let alone one where Bucky and his crew practically owned. 
Between its southern gothic walls was nothing but smoke and cheap booze was what your father told you, highly suggesting you steer clear of the towns local hangout. So naturally, you flinched. 
“Everyone's there right now. It’ll be all good, I promise.” 
“So why aren't you there then? At your ‘spot’” you air quoted, making him laugh. It was low and husky, tinging your skin warm with heat despite the cooler air.
 “I left to come invite you. Don't make me look stupid. I can't show up empty handed.” he teased, and you felt an obligation to follow in his footsteps as he rose, brushing off his jeans. 
“I know its a Saturday night and all and I’m supposed to be out but I’ve never… its not my territory.” you shrugged, rubbing your arms in comfort. 
“You're welcomed there. I promise. But if you don’t feel safe, or comfortable, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see if you’d be willing, is all sweetheart.” 
You sighed. The right thing to do would be to shake your head no, grabbing the bottle and heading in for the night. Leaving him on the porch, with his bike parked down the street for himself. 
But you couldn't leave him. Not now. Not when you finally had the guts to properly answer him in a conversation, even if it was ambushed onto you on your own property. 
“Fine. But don’t make me regret it.”
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If the wind was chilled before, it was crisp as ice now. You clung to him as he sped down the old roads, barley daring to breathe as the engine throttled, revving onwards as he laughed. 
The breeze roared in your ears, whipping through your hair that escaped your the helmet he had conveniently packed, an extra. Fingers were clenched tightly to the deep maroon of his henley, bunching as you hugged him tighter. 
This was the closest you had been to him, ever. On the back of his Harley, zipping down back roads you knew took you the longer way to the bar, as if he was intently wanting you to cling to him tighter the faster he dared to go, for as long as possible. 
It was frighting, but exhilarating. Like a wave of cool water on a hot day. It was refreshing to see the endless bounds of wheat fields and old barns through he shade of the viser, a taste of his lifestyle. 
You almost wanted to throw your hands up, to feel the air rush through your fingertips. 
“You doing okay doll?” he roared over the whip of the wind, glancing at you with a smile though the side mirror. You nodded, to frightened to speak, throat parched dry. 
Before you knew it, you emerged from the cool, undertones of deep blue,bright light shinning from the distance. You could already make out the bundles of people scattered in the parking lot, gripping Bucky tighter as the two of you slowed. 
Bikes were parked everywhere, and you could remember some of them from the other day from the gas station. No familiar faces. The world came into focus as he parked, helping you down and slid off your helmet, bursts of talking laughter and music swarming your ears, the lights seeming brighter without the blur of your viser. 
It was busy, but that was expected. Bucky had already told you everyone in town was here- the misfits at least, but it didn’t quell your anxiety any more. 
Part of you wanted to grab his hand, scared of loosing him in the crowd you were about to face, but he had already done that for you. His large, slightly rough, callused hand was warm as it enveloped yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 
“We can leave at any time. I’ll be with you honey. Promise.” he reassured as you nodded, looking over at the dozens of bikers that scattered along the outside of the bar. 
They took no notice in you, minding their business as they chatted away, smokes in hand. Good. No one was gawking yet. You hoped it would be like that the whole time- but you knew it wouldn't be. You stood out too much, and it was because of your lack of spunk for once, and not the other way around. 
Plus, anywhere Bucky went, people stared. It was hard to look away from him. You knew from personal experience. 
Loud bustles of music streamed from the speakers with the murmured of dozens of voices, swarming your head as you took in the scenery. There was leather everywhere, smoke blending in with the neon signs. Dart boards and pool tables were all occupied, bartenders buzzing like bees in a hive as they poured drafts and shook cocktails. 
“Where are we going?” you asked him, leaning in closer as you squeezed by the other bodies that crowed the space. 
“Where it’s quieter.” 
You prayed it was also more secluded, as the eyes began to follow you. Your little white dress was no match for the sea of dark neutrals here. Bucky’s group appeared, sprawled in booths around the back wall- like it was their territory. 
You didn't know if you felt welcomed or not, feeling like a show pony on display as the stared at you. “She’s here!” the blonde on called, smirk wide on his face as he looked at you. 
Steve. You knew him right away, always seeing him appear next to Bucky, front and center. The right hand man. 
Then there was Sam you learned as you sat down next to Bucky, giving you a little wave before downing the shot he had in front of him, always seeming to be in the shadows. 
There was at least ten of them, all of them as eager to meet you as the last. Like they were infatuated with you. Before you knew it, dozens of drinks were sent your way, and after about two beers you had somehow landed directly on Bucky’s lap. 
“So your the girl who turned Barnes soft eh?” Sam asked you, making your eyes widen.
 “What do you mean?” you asked timidly, wiggling your hips anxiously. 
“Oh doll he doesn't mean literally.” Bucky chuckled, and you felt a very prominent bulge press into your ass as his hands guided your hips downwards. 
Your cheeks burned with heat. Sam laughed, the smell of smoke heavy on his jacket, and whisky on his breath. Your head spun, and you felt yourself slumping  against Bucky the longer the night went on, starting to forget you barely knew him the way you wanted to- that this wasn't your crowd. 
“You okay?” he murmured against your head as you gripped his jacket, blinking slowly. 
“Mhm fine. Jus- drunk.” you hiccuped, breathing in the ceadarwood and smoke that clung to him. 
“I shouldn't have let you drink that much.” 
“You don’t get to decide that for me.” you snapped back at him, standing your ground. Bucky was already unravelling you in a way that made you feel vulnerable enough, you didn’t need him making decisions for you too. 
“Shes got a point Barnes. Pretty soon it’ll be the other way ‘round.” Steve announced, seeming to reappear from thin air as he slide in the booth next to Sam- twirling his keys around his ring finger. 
“Where’d you come from?” Bucky asked, eyebrow raised. You wanted to ask the same question. He looked like he was on cloud nine, eyes wide and sparkling, the booze giving his cheeks a tinge of pink. 
“Jus’ beat Romanoff at darts n now shes all pissy.” he laughed, and you leaned your head over the side of the concave to search for her.
 You liked her. She was the only girl in the gang, but her personality shined bright enough to be at least four. Her red hair was as fiery as her personality, and you would be terrified to piss her off. You were surprised Steve wasn't worried about her grabbing the dart and gouging his eye out with it. 
“She’s gonna beat your ass man. I wouldn’t put it past her.” Sam shrugged, making you giggle. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the quiter atmosphere in the back, but you found yourself enjoying their company. 
The fact you had made Bucky ‘soft’, whatever that meant- made you happy. You wanted to be the only person who made him feel that way. “Cmon.” Bucky said suddenly, waking you from your drowsy state, leg bouncing to startle you. 
“What are we doing?” you asked as he shimmed the pair of you out of the booth, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as his large hand slipped in yours, thumb rubbing your skin in a soothing motion. 
He just smiled, that cheeky little smile you had seen him slide your way so many times- the one that intimidated you because there was no one a man like him could look at you like that and not be pulling your leg. 
But here he was, with you. Looking at you like that- and making it authentic. It was crazy to you how easy it was for you to be caught up with him, wanting nothing more then to seek his attention and validation. 
Though he was bad- and you knew he had done some very, very bad things- the warnings seemed to falter in your mind the second he flashed you that dangerous smile.
 “We’re dancing.” he shrugged, as if it was the most average thing for the leader of a biker gang to do.
 “Dance? But no one else is dancing.” you noted, confused as you looked around the room. Though more people had dwindled out over the night, there was still plenty of people here. None of them dancing, all of them staring. 
This establishment seemed much like a fight club and less like a dance club.
 “Awh you shy?” he teased, guiding you away from the bustle and the lights, towards the entrance. Of course he wasn't. He had no reason to be. You were sure Bucky had never felt shy a day in his life. 
“Do you blame me?” you demanded, eyes wide as he tugged you a little harder, nearly making you stumble over your own two feet. You wished you weren't so clumsy. Especially now. 
“We’ll go outside where its quiet. And then we’ll dance up a storm.” Bucky sung, spinning you around as he pushed open the front door, clearly drunk. 
You laughed, the chill air making goosebumps rise on your skin through your little dress, though the wine sloshed in your tummy made you feel giggly and warm. “I didn't think you were a dancer.”
 “Looks can be deceiving.” he replied, wrapping his arms around your middle, swaying you side to side as he guided you over towards his bike, parked next to the others. 
It was far enough from the human eye, but close enough you could hear the music as clear as day. Hands were wrapped around his forearms, gripping him tightly as he moved you, guided you to a state of serenity. 
“It's gonna be a fun summer shortcake.” he whispered, kissing your cheek softly, as if you were a piece of glass china, scared to hurt you. 
You let him. The sweet, soft melody trickled from the speakers, lyrics intertwining you to Bucky. Like it was made for him. 
Something's been feeling weird lately There's just something about you, baby (there's just something about you, baby) Maybe I'll just be crazy (I'll be crazy) And piss him off 'til he hates me
Yeah right... he fuckin loves me...
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mywaywardcupcake · 4 months
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So thinking about crocs and that whole dynamic of character A loves crocs and character B loathes them. I see Jounouchi being put into as the first one a lot, that he would be the one running around in crocs because he is a silly goose. But, no. He would be squarely in the latter one. The boy risked his life for something equivalent to air Jordans. He is a sneakerhead. He is all about the design, the look. He loves shoes. He would be mortified at the thought of wearing crocs.
This brings me to my next point. Imagine Jounouchi shows up to hang out with the gang, AND THEY ARE ALL IN CROCS! Yugi is there first, and he's wearing black sparkly ones, with custom jibbitz he made himself. And Jou would just be like, "Come on, Yug, don't do this." But it's forgiven because it's Yugi, and he loves him and finds it adorable that's his best friend. THEN Anzu shows up and she's in some platform ones and he's grinding his teeth but like ok whatever it's fine, this is fine. Next here comes Bakura with the custom jibbitz as well (obviously Yugi and Bakura stayed up most of the night making these together). Jounouchi is just so done but honestly it's expected but wtf is going on WHY ARE THEY ALL IN THEM! WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO HIM! Oh thank God, here comes Honda the voice of reason! And Jou looks down and just sees the TACKIEST, CAMO CROCS with dog jibbitz everywhere and he just loses it!
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teal-skull · 6 months
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I have a suspicion that Kärppä and the gang have been filming promo material for the new song (or maybe even music video but would feel odd to have second music video so soon after ICIP) in Linnanmäki.
Allu has a camera stand in Mikke's luokkaretki (class trip) IG story and Käärijä has put a camo jacket over the long leather jacket, implying that the leather jacket alone isn't warm enough (but in photoshoot it doesn't matter). He is also wearing the spike pants which implies they are shooting some official material and not just having fun. Also Käärijä's lates IG story it was implied that they had the entire park for themselves, which is suspicious.
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shuttershocky · 1 year
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Ines' skillset is SO damn cool
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Basically, the first enemy Ines attacks gets their base ATK stat stolen by her, increasing Ines' ATK by what she steals. This lasts until the enemy is killed or Ines is defeated / retreated. As an Agent however, Ines has fast redeploy as a trait.
Her first skill adds poison to her attacks. Nothing special (unless the numbers are crazy?) Just an addition to the poison gang of Aosa Thorns and Bloopy when you have to fight furniture again.
Her second skill is the cool shit. In addition to stealing ATK, she will also steal her targets ASPD, slowing them down while ramping hers up. Extremely notable here is that she has Invisibility, NOT Camouflage. Invisibility is what Firewatch S1 has, where she's completely invulnerable to AOE damage as long as she stays invisible. Every other operator after Firewatch received Camo instead, which hides operators like Invisibility, but still lets them get hit by AOE attacks. This means Ines can be deployed into the middle of a bomb about to go off and not get hit.
S3 is... Weird.
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Basically, the first time you deploy Ines, she's free and retreats immediately, leaving behind a sword in her place. When you redeploy her, she'll pull that sword back to her like Thor, and all enemies hit along the way take damage and generate DP.
I dont know what it's for, but it looks cool.
Overall I'm not sure how strong she'll actually be compared to Cantabile's simple and ridiculously effective skillset, but stealing enemy stats sounds incredibly fun to play with.
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My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': Tipping Point
It's pretty darn clear that Doug's love of Daddy Warcrimes runs hard and it runs deep, along with his love for Toaster Strudel and Rex, who is the Daddy of Daddies. So you KNOW this episode made him a happy smiley boy.
For as grumpy and grouchy as 'Pabu' made him (and his extremely weird pairing of Mayday and Phee, which haunts me to this day), the amount of smiley faces and emojis I got in this one was the polar opposite. Or maybe that's because the Crimson Tide lost that day. Who knows.
Onto the Doug commentaries of 'Tipping Point' aka 'THE WRATH OF TOASTER STRUDEL'.
CW: "Call your momma if you wanna read my comments, I guess. Shouldn't the kids be watching that Australian dog show, anyway?"
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Well, it’s a cloudy gross day in wherever. Is this to remind us that Daddy Rambo and the other two clowns are partying in Daytona while everyone else is suffering? I’m still mad OH HOLY HELL IS THAT JORGE?!
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It is Jorge! And oh no it’S BLOND JACKASS’S BROTHER. God damn it, do they only hire the children of the corn to run this damn Empire, what the hell. I hope they’re not going to die, I’m still mad about Sassy Park Ranger.
Okay, they’re going out–woah! What’s this? Space battle? With the old school bloop-bloop noise, that’s great.
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WHAT, YES! IT'S TOASTER STRUDEL! AND REX! Wait, no, that’s not Rex–who is that? Oh! It’s Jorge’s cousin, Manny! Hell yeah! And his new best friends he picked up from outside of Miami, no doubt doing some weird survival camp in the Everglades, based on their camo gear and grunts. I’ll call ‘em Trigger and Nutsy, for now. 
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RAIN HELLFIRE ON THEM, TOASTER STRUDEL! Pretend it’s yo daddy that left yo convection oven momma!
CLENCH YOUR BUTTHOLE AND BITE THE PILLOW, BLOND JACKASS’S BROTHER, YOU ABOUT TO FEEL THE WRATH OF TOASTER STRUDEL AND HIS TEAM OF FLORIDA MEN. 
Holy SHIT, where has THIS SHOW BEEN?! I feel like a little kid watching Star Wars again! This is awesome! Kick everyone’s ass, Trigger and Nutsy! I mean, Jesus, they’re wiping the floor with them! I almost feel bad for the troopers, but they work for the Empire, shoot ‘em and let God sort ‘em out.
Manny remembered his electric bocce ball, love the guy. Go Toaster Strudel, go! 
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Seriously, I could watch Toaster Strudel shoot assholes and take over ships and bark orders at Trigger and Nutsy all day, forget dumpster diving with Church Lady and the gang looking for James Franco’s arm in Utah, THIS IS THE SHOW I WANT TO SEE!
(Hold on, my wife is yelling at me to calm down. I should’ve watched this at work on my phone, but I figured I’d watch it on the TV instead while drinking some Abitas. The last two episodes were not good for my blood pressure. )
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10/10 would recommend to chug while watching Copy Paste Bois kill.
“Where are you taking those clones” man, Trigger is FIRED UP, and oh there goes BLOND JACKASS’S BROTHER KILLING HIMSELF ON SCREEN. And look at ol’ Nutsy, saving Jorge and handing him guns! Oh Jorge is so happy to see his militia boo and know his cousin Manny’s got his back. God damn I am smiling so much right now. 
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Welp, Toaster Strudel can’t download shit, must be the old Limewire acting up. BLOND JACKASS’S BROTHER was probably downloading porn onto the ship’s mainframe and the FBI caught ‘em in the act. The ship was clearly manned by Millenials. 
Uh oh, Empire’s here! With the music! Seriously, I feel like a kid again screaming at the theater in Lafayette. Toaster Strudel and Jorge’s cousins escape! Go, go, go! My boys, my boys! Go!
Oh, man, Dr. Meat Muffin, I am a happy old man right now. So happy. 
And they’re safe with Sonic Special, she’s getting them drinks and figuring out there’s shit going down in the place. Man, we need more of her and Toaster Strudel. If this is all we are getting from either of them, I’ll find the director’s front lawn and take a dump on it. MORE TOASTER STRUDEL PLEASE 
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Back in Daytona. Is it bad this place is starting to piss me off? I don’t CARE how pretty it is, I want people kicking ASS and taking NAMES and taking DUMPS on front lawns. At least Julio’s fishing and having fun. Did he just catch an Asian carp? 
Woah! Ryan-from-Accounting clearly wants to die, as he’s got Little Orphan Blondie behind the wheel of the HMS Search Warrant and she’s flinging them across the sky. His bitch wife Laura must have found the posts online that Church Lady did of her and Ryan-from-Accounting, or maybe he got some extra life insurance. Who knows. 
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And there’s TOASTER STRUDEL! I love this bald bastard so much! Look at him hugging Little Orphan Blondie! Talking business with Ryan-from-Accounting! Shaking hands with Daddy Rambo! All after he took down an imperial ship and saved Jorge and his brothers! I bet he even brought some gas station chicken for everyone too! When does HE get his own show?! 
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Ryan-from-Accounting takes us to his true love, his Windows computer. Maybe he’ll show us his downloaded copies of that show from Japan with the screaming people and the aliens and no one wears a shirt. 
(You mean Dragonball Z? -Dr MM
I guess? My nephew won’t stop watching it since he lost his job. - Doug) 
That computer loves him more than both Church Lady and his bitch wife Laura combined, I bet. Which is okay, Church Lady’s true love is Sassy Park Ranger, he’ll be back someday.
“When will it be enough?” Oh can it and get a job, Daddy Rambo, don’t knock my boy Toaster Strudel like that. He’s a hard working man. 
Oh man, Ryan-from-Accounting is panicking. Daddy Warcrimes is being held prisoner by weirdos, led by Ryan-from-Accounting’s bitchy stepsister, Beth, and Jimmy-the-Scientist. 
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“We don’t leave our own behind.” Why does this feel like a set up and Daddy Rambo is going to leave Ryan-from-Accounting behind at a Circle K or something? 
Man, even coked out of his mind Daddy Warcrimes can take a clutch of folks down. Why do these scenes remind me of that show with Ed Harris and cowboys and robots?
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Westworld?
Yeah that. Oh man, Daddy Warcrimes. I like those grey jammies on him. Oh man, it’s torture time. If this goes right back to Daddy Rambo’s gang having a kegger I’m serious, I’m taking a dump on the director’s lawn. 
Now he’s getting lectured by Ryan-from-Accounting’s stepsister, Beth. She hates Ryan-from-Accounting because he has friends and she’s stuck in the 9-to-5 working in a place that looks like it smells like mildew and ass. 
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(“Where did you come up with the name Beth?”
“She looks like one, and she only drinks almond milk lattes and is a total bitch to waiters. She introduced Ryan-from-Accounting to his Bitch Wife Laura, they were sorority sisters in Alpha Amma Bitcha”)
Ahhh shoot them all, Daddy Warcrimes! Oh, now there’s gas. Is the Joker going to show up? I need Prince doing the soundtrack now. Will the internet get that reference? Michael Keaton was the best Batman.
Oh shit man no, it’s Jimmy-the-Scientist! I wanted the Joker :( 
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What’s going to happen next? Are they going to rescue Daddy Warcrimes?! What’s Stepsister Beth up to?!
(I gave up correcting Doug on Mayday and Phee. Just gave up. - Dr MM) 
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sheikh-n-bake · 2 years
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BAD NEWS WAKE N BAKE!!!
7 AM CALL TO TOKES IN COURT YARD
CHEERS!!!
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f1rewalk3r · 2 months
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not to e88 post unironically but. thinking about crusader. dude who definitely wears forest camo around even when he’s not deer hunting. preferred beer is budweiser. (NOT BUD LIGHT! that’s pussy libtard shit.) he would wear a maga hat. he would definitely watch nascar.
dude who doesn’t like to think about the european trad nazi branch of his neo nazi gang. not because he’s antifacist but because he’s just too stupid.
not defending or glorifying him. dude’s evil for sure. just. funny character to think about imo. redneck supervillian. who comes up with that shit
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Wake me up when the battle ends | Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: You and the Hawkins gang prepare for the grand battle to defeat Vecna, which includes getting separated from Eddie. Or, you and Eddie say your last goodbyes
Word count: 0.8k
Request: Can you write about Eddie in a bandana
A/N: Do you get the title ref? Also...Eddie in a bandana, YES
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You knew you were going to have to separate at some point. It was inevitable. Teamwork is better when divided into smaller teams. It’s like in the army. Soldiers are divided into smaller teams to protect better, to fight better. 
Now, neither of you were soldiers. Steve was gravely injured, but he was holding up, which played in your game plan. 
The plan was simple; go to Creel house and kill Vecna from the source. In order to do that, you had to send a team to Creel house and another elsewhere to distract the bats long enough for Steve, Nancy and Robin to make it to the house. 
‘’I could play guitar?’’ Eddie suggested. ‘’Would that be loud enough to attract them?’’
Dustin nodded. That worked. And, since the Upside Down was pretty deserted and vaste, the sound would echo and be louder. It was perfect. 
‘’Y/N, you go with Max, Lucas and Erica to the real world Creel house,’’ Dustin continued to explain.
 ‘’Me? No! I’m staying with Eddie,’’ you protested, refusing to leave his side. Perhaps you were being selfish, but you fully assumed your selfishness. ‘’I’ve seen this film before and I didn't like the ending.’’
Getting separated is never a good idea. 
‘’One of us gotta go with them,’’ Nancy explained. ‘’Me, Robin and Steve will be at the other Creel house, Eddie will be at the other trailer, which leaves you.’’ 
Your jaw tightened. Easy for you to say, you’re teaming with the guy you’re still in love with, you wanted to tell her but you bit your tongue. Right now was not the best timing to start an argument. 
‘’I’m staying with Eddie,’’ Dustin announced. ‘’Someone’s gotta stay and help him when the bats get here.’’
Once Dustin fished explaining the plan, everyone got ready. You found army supplies in Wayne’s closet - vests, pants, and even a beret - from his old days in the army, along with weapons and bullets, which will be handy.
You traded your jeans for pants, having more movement possibilities in those, and tied your hair in a ponytail to get them out of the way. Your shirt was bloody and ruined, so you stole a black long sleeve from Eddie’s closet. 
With the few emergency supplies in Eddie's bathroom, you were able to clean and bandage the bat bite on your shoulder. Same went for Steve. 
You were just finished tightening your belt to its tightest to hold the camo pants when Eddie walked into his room, looking for you. 
''Can you help me with that?'' he asked, coming to you with his bandana messily tied over his head.
You nodded and helped him tie it on his head, snug enough so it won’t fly off, but loose enough so it won’t put pressure on his head and give him a headache. Some shorter pieces of hair fell in his eyes, so you brushed them away. ‘’It’s unfair you look so handsome right before going to war.’’
A small chuckle left Eddie’s lips. ‘’You’re not bad yourself,’’  he flirted back, making you shake your head. ‘’How’s your shoulder?’’ 
‘’Not infected. We can tell Robin I don’t have rabies,’’ you joked, trying to lighten the mood. 
Eddie chuckled again. ‘’That’s a win.’’ 
‘’Eddie?’’ He hummed, flicking his eyes to you, taking in your face before leaving for battle. ‘’I…I’m scared,’’ you confessed, your voice cracking.
''Come here.'' You felt his arms pull you in an embrace and you melted against him, allowing the comfort of your boyfriend’s hold to alleviate your fears for a bit. 
Your fingers clutched his shirt and you tucked your head under his chin, resting your head against his chest. He didn't smell like Eddie anymore, with all the dirt, sweat and lake water, but it brought you the same feeling.
He kissed the top of your head, then looked behind him, checking if there was anyone in earshots. ‘’Don’t tell the others, but I’m scared too,’’ he whispered, only for you to hear.
‘’I don’t want you to go. Please don’t go,’’ you begged with fearful eyes, terrified he won’t return. 
Eddie’s heart clenched. 
Leaving you wasn’t easier for him. He was leaving you with kids. No offense to Max, Lucas and Erica, but he didn’t trust you to be safe in their presence. You were the one sent to keep them - mostly Max - safe. 
‘’We’ll see each other soon.’’ He gave you a lingering kiss, then uncurled your fingers from his shirt to kiss them. ‘’You have to trust me, okay? You have to trust me, sweetheart,’’ he said, looking right into your eyes. 
‘’I do. You’re the person I trust the most, but I don't have a good feeling about this, Eddie. I feel like this is our final goodbyes-’’
‘’It’s not. Here.’’ He reached into his shirt by the collar and took off the chain around his neck. He slid one of his rings - your favorite - on it and clasped it around your neck. ‘’It’s like I’m with you, even when I’m not.’’
You looked down at the bulky ring dangling on your neck, the corner of your lips twitching. And they say metalheads are not romantic. They are, in their own ways. You tucked it safely inside your shirt.
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not-so-secret-nerd · 1 year
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Wenclair/Nevermore gang paintball headcanon
OKAY Y’ALL GET TO SUFFER WITH THIS TOO! 
@erzatscarlet​ and I were messing around with different funny ideas the Nevermore gang would get up to and paintball came into conversation. Let me start off by saying, I don’t believe Wednesday enjoys guns in any fashion. Not for moral reason (we know she’s short on morals anyway) but more for “practicality”. Guns are range weapons, and we know damn well Wednesday Addams wants to get up close and personal with her victims. 
So yeah, no guns. BUT! We both agreed she’d be one hell of a marksman thanks to target shooting for fun and being freakishly good at it.
SO, one late fall afternoon, Wednesday agrees to go paintballing with Enid, Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Xavier and the rest of the Nevermore gang. She DETESTS sports of any kind but enjoys the idea of "hunting". She agrees on one condition: she's allowed to do her own thing and belongs to no team. A rogue agent. They all agree after making her sign a contract stating she won't actually KILL ANYONE or cause SERIOUS BODILY HARM ON PAIN OF ENID AND HER BREAKING UP. Wednesday agrees (begrudgingly) and they all head off. 
The tourney ground they choose is in a heavily wooded area. They get there, get registered, get suited up, and disperse. Enid sticks with Wednesday until she slips away into the woods and the game gets under way. For shits and giggles, the group decides to just do elimination rounds and it's all super fun at first. 
Ajax and his boys get ousted early on. Xavier is a little better and stays in by the skin of his teeth. Bianca's got grace and speed and manages to stay in for longer than expected. Enid is a fucking werewolf and fast as fuck. Yoko is ass-old and knows all kinds of tricks, so by the end of things it's just the four of them trying to pick the other off. No one's really notices Wednesday's missing until Xavier's shot in the back of the helmet with crimson red paint. It's enough of a blow to knock him over (you don't shoot for the head) but he's out and grumpy about it.
Bianca’s next. She's crouched in a really good location behind a crop of trees but she feels the stinging snap (and if you’ve never experienced a paintball exploding against you...it’s hell) of a paintball hitting the side of her neck. Crimson red. She out and pissed.
Yoko's stalking Enid who's gone mostly wolf. She's fast but she's not exactly quiet. Not like a vampire, anyway. Yoko spots the blonde slipping through the underbrush and quietly puts her gun between the V of two trees and takes aim. Just before she can line up the perfect shot at Enid's ass she's shot in the armpit. Crimson paint. She's out and howling cause that fucking hurt and who the fuck uses paintballs the color of blood?
Enid, ears always perked, hears everyone get eliminated. With a little mental math, she's able to figure out it's just her and Wednesday who, up until now, hasn't shown herself or gotten hit. It's almost like she disappeared. Enid knows better and goes on the prowl, looking for a scent. It's sort of cheating but hey, she's a wolf. It's in her nature to hunt. 
Slowly she creeps through the playing field. She thinks she catches a faint, familiar scent somewhere near a shallow gully filled with rotting, fallen leaves from the pervious fall. She THINKS she sees something that looks person-shaped crouching low among the underbrush and pounces before it can get up and run, lighting up the area with paintballs. No dice. It's only an old tarp stuffed with leaves and moss to look like ....WAIT! 
She feels it then. The muzzle of a gun tap the side of her helmet. She freezes. Looks to the side and sees fucking WEDNESDAY ADDAMS IN A GHILLIE SUIT WITH HER FACE PAINTED IN CAMO COLORS GIVING HER SUCH A SMUG HALF-SMILE ALL ENID WANTS TO DO IS THROTTLE HER AND KISS HER IN EQUAL PARTS. 
 "All's fair in love and war, mi loba." 
 AND SHE FUCKING SHOOTS HER GIRLFRIEND POINT BLANK.
Game. Set. Match. 
Wednesday rises victorious among a crowd of angry friends all baying for a rematch. Enid is both furious and hellatiously impressed. Wednesday owes her Starbucks after shooting her in the head. Wednesday replies that to the victors go the spoils. No one knows what she means, but no one really wants to stick around a find out. 
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borderlinenocturnal · 3 months
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every single house md episode
‌normal times
‌oh god no more normal times (someone falls unconcious and there is much panic)
‌house theme song
house does not want to take this case because it's clearly this very common treatable case
someone says something that piques his interest and causes him to take it
‌theories with the gang (house rejects all the theories)
‌terrifying MRI scan
oh no the patient is dangerously allergic to a very commonly used substance in hospitals and therefore cannot be tested for something
‌house is a smarmy asshole
‌they give the patient a treatment
dramatic inside-the-body shot
‌wilson camo!!
‌house hates clinic duty
‌house and boss lady banter
‌someone is with the patient, who is getting better
‌the patient is no longer getting better and there is more panic (the treatment didn't fix him your honor it made him worse)
‌more theories with the gang
‌house is more of a smarmy asshole
‌some backstory on the 3 is revealed
‌samples, needles and testing
‌house still hates clinic duty
another dramatic inside-the-body shot
‌the patient has seizure no.7 or whatever
‌someone says something off-handedly that cues Suspenseful Music and makes house Think
wilson camo!!
‌they treat the patient
‌house psycologically analyses one of the crew
‌the patient is better
‌house shows a ray of humanity before it is smothered up again with the spite that fuels him
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