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1800jjbarnes · 6 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: 𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚/𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 ◇

Prove It

【Synopsis】 : late night conversations aren't supposed to end in sex... right?

『W.C』 : 3.10k

-> Genre: College Au. Smut. Poly.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Stark!Reader

[Warnings] : Man handling. Clit play. Pet names. Dirty talk. Neck kisses. Fingering. Oral. Crying. Overwhelming amount of emotions leading to a type of subspace. Ass slapping. Making out. Sweet kisses. This is jut all over the place I’m sorry.

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You couldn’t recall the time, but your hazy eyes and wobbly legs made it out to seem it was nearing at least three in the morning. You weren't a morning person, and neither seemed to be your body. But you couldn’t sleep, no, you needed a glass of water before your throat shrivelled up on itself. You hummed and hared over it, and in the end, you kicked up the blankets and headed to the kitchen. You had planned to down a bottle, waddle back to your room, and lay staring at the ceiling until it was appropriate to officially get out of bed. That was until;

“I’m just saying I see no chance of that ever happening.” Bucky's whisper, yelled through the dark home. You assumed he was in the lounge. Curious, you headed over to see what he might be talking about. Gazing into the room without detection, you notice Bucky sitting on the twin couch while another, scruff-haired, sits on the opposite couch. “Steve…” He sighed, “I’m gonna lose my mind at this point.”

“We could always just, ask.” Steve sounded as if he had discovered the perfect answer. But Bucky throwing a pillow in his direction says otherwise.

“For a dude majoring in social studies, you are stupid.” Bucky tisked, leaning back so his head would drape over the top of the couch. You decided to step out and make your presence known, wanting to join and see what this oh, so terrible situation they seemed to have put themselves in.

“Ask who?” You responded, making both men physically jump. Neither of them must have heard you when you were slamming the fridge before. Bucky suddenly sat up straight while Steve reached for the pillow that was thrown at him. You raised your eyebrow a little, choosing to sit on the loveseat by yourself. Were they acting weird, or was it just your imagination?

“Oh just school drama, don’t worry about it.” Steve was quick to cut off any more questions. They were definitely acting weird, and you hated that. Most of the time, out of all your brother's friends, Steve and Bucky were the friendliest. They treated you like a person and not some little girl or ‘Tony's Little Sister’.

“Hmm…” You didn’t know how to respond that wouldn’t turn into something sour. So you chose to just let it go. It’s not like it was the first time one of your brother's friends cut you off because it was ‘school-related’ even though they were all in their second-to-last year in Uni while you had only just started. On top of that, they treated you as if you were still this young eighteen-year-old. Most of them even forgetting you were twenty-one already.

“Sorry doll. It’s just…We don’t need to bore you with our stupid drama. Besides I’m more interested to hear about that boyfriend of yours. How have you two been getting along?” Bucky diverted the conversation as easy as breathing. One of his many skills. Sweet talking. You wanted to roll your eyes at the mention of your boyfriend, well, ex now. You don’t even know why you started dating him. Oh wait, you only started dating him to see if it affected Buck or Steve. But neither of them showed signs of disapproval. Which annoyed you. Your crush on them was getting out of hand, and your friend suggested dating someone to see if they would react, but now you wished you never took that advice from her.

“Ex. He, uh, wasn’t a great person. And in every aspect, full of himself and…” You stopped yourself, feeling blush, scatter your cheeks. You were really about to confess something about your sex life to them. Steve raised his eyebrow while Bucky clicked his tongue. Their attention was completely on yours, and it made you squirm.

“And?” Steve had a feeling what you wanted to say but he wanted to hear it from your pretty lips first.

“And…He wasn't experienced in the…L-Love department.” You gulped suddenly shaking your head. “But it’s not like I knew anything either given he was my first and all but like you should at least know where to pleasure a woman you know? Like I didn’t know how uncomfortable sex was until he decided to do it. It was so awful and I just—” You suddenly realized you word vomited and cringed internally. “Wanna crawl into a hole and never see the light of day again.”

It stayed silent for a moment, making you feel embarrassment riddle your body. But then Steve's laugh caught everyone's attention. “It’s okay. We all have that type of relationship at some point, but he couldn’t be that bad.” Steve tried to lighten the mood, trying to make you feel better, but it didn’t really help. You stole a quick glance at Bucky and noticed he was also looking at you with some type of remorse, feeling bad for you. You just groaned, pushing your legs to your chest, hugging them tightly.

“No, he was pathetic, if I’m honest. I’m not trying to be mean, but it’s true… he only cared for his needs..” It was like a switch went off in both male's heads. They knew what you were referencing, and they both couldn’t help but groan at you, basically saying you couldn’t get off to your ex. Admitting you were sexually frustrated. Admitting he couldn’t even do the simplest job of finding your sweet spot. You gulped, feeling the air become thicker as tension started to brew in the room. You shifted slightly, seeing Steve and Bucky both seem to become tense, stealing glances at one another.

“Finding the clit isn’t that hard darling.” Bucky chuckled lewdly making Steve laugh in response but you snapped instead;

“That’s what all men say.” You huffed.

“I can prove it.” Bucky's words made you choke on your own saliva. Did he really just say he could prove it? How would he do that?

“P-prove it?” You gulped now sitting in a crossed-legged position.

“Yeah I’ll prove it. Come here.” He smirked, patting his thigh while spreading his legs. You were hesitant for a moment. Was this all a trick? Some cruel game? You trusted your bothers friends with your life, but one thing you knew about them was they are heart breakers. Bad boys. And that they didn’t have the best track record with keep partners. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

His voice was stern, and it made something tingle inside you. Slowly getting up, you hesitantly walked the three steps till you were standing right in front of him. He took that as a green light, grabbing your thighs to pull you onto him. Your hands found perch on his shoulders while your legs fell on either side of his lap, spreading yourself open on top of him. He stared at you in amusement, watching you like a hawk about to consume its prey. Your body felt hot, and your cheeks were dusted with a deep red. You’ve never been this close to him before. Never been so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. His hands squeezing your hips. His erection twitched beneath you. “You ready to be proven wrong, Darling?”

You nodded before slipping out a quick breathy ‘yes’. You felt the couch shift and noticed out the corner of your eye that Steve had taken a seat next to you and Bucky. The younger however didn’t do anything, just stayed back and stared at what might unfold in front of him. Bucky placed his fingers against your chin, making your attention completely his. The grin he wore sent shivers down your spine, and the hand that danced so closely to your inner thigh made you want to roll your eyes back in pleasure. “So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m gonna place my two fingers on your clit through your sleep shorts and if I find it. I want you to moan my name. Can you do that Dollface?”

You blurted a ‘yes’ a little bit too quickly, but you couldn’t care. All you could think about was Bucky and him touching you. So without another moment, Buck brought his fingers to your inner thigh, hovering just where you need him. You could tell he was faking in “trying” to find your button. He knew where it was, but he wanted to watch you squirm a little bit first. And before you could mutter anything he place his fingers right on your clit making you gasp. “James.”

“Told you I could prove it.” His confidence radiated off him, rubbing your nub in little circle, making you thread your fingers in his loose shirt. Your hips were stuttering, begging to move, and your eyes were sewn shut, focusing on the pleasure alone.

“Hey, I wanna try.” Steve's deep voice tickled your ear, making your head snap over to him. You didn’t even get a chance to protest, even though you knew you wouldn’t, before wrapping his large arms around your waist and picking you up so he could place you on his lap. Your back was firmly against his chest, letting him shove his face in your neck. You felt his lips graze your hot skin, making you wiggle in his hold. “Let’s make this more fun.”

Steve's fingers hooked under your sleep shorts, making you freeze. Your eyes are glued to Buck's dark ones. They were blown out, watching you carefully with lust. You lifted your hips without saying anything, letting Steve take your shorts off, along with your panties. Your heart was racing at the thought they were both going to touch you, but your mind also wandered to the others in the house. Yes, they all might be sleeping, but any of them could walk in and see what the two men were doing to you. “S-Stevie pleasee.”

“Oh, Sugar, I haven’t even touched you yet.” He chuckled, making Bucky lowly laugh at your desperation. These boys had you wrapped around their fingers. Steve slid his hand up your thigh, spreading your legs wide so Bucky got a good view of your dripping cunt. You tried to close them, but Steve's strong grasp kept them still. You felt embarrassed being the only one basically naked, and on top of it being naked in front of two people you had a huge crush on. Neither of them seemed to mind one bit though, Bucky having the temptation to latch his lips on your soaked cunt while Steve wanted nothing more then to fuck you with his fingers until you were crying.

Actually now that he thinks about it, that sounds like the perfect idea.

“And 3…2…1” His finger pressed perfectly on your clit making you jump. “Gotcha.” Steve grins, licking a strip up your neck, placing kisses down on your shoulder blade. His fingers circle your clit furiously, causing a hiccup to spit out of you. Bucky took this moment to lay down on his stomach so he was face to face with your pussy. He slid his long hot tongue along your folds.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Buckkyy. S-Stev―” Steve suddenly covered your mouth with his hand, hushing you from screaming. Your hips bucked, feeling Bucky slowly push a finger inside you. Your eyes sealed shut tight, feeling Steve's fingers on your clit, his lips biting and sucking all over your neck and Bucky's tongue lapping your juices up while he fucked you with his digits. It was like a sinful wet dream had come true and your mind was spinning at the thought.

“As much as we’d love to hear you scream our names. You better keep those pretty moans on the down-low doll. Otherwise, someone might hear us. And we won't want that now, do we.” Steve's deep voice grunted in your ear as you just nodded in response, losing yourself once again in the touch of both men. Tears start to prickle on the sides of your eyes as you felt your stomach tie itself in knots. You were so close to coming undone yet so fair as well. Your mind couldn’t take it anymore, and you needed more. You tried to speak, but your mouth was covered tightly. Bucky continued with his assault on your cunt, shoving another two fingers in while lapping up your cream all the while Steve had dressed you in his marks from the top of your neck to your back down your shoulder blade. His fingers never left your clit either.

“mm…mmm.” No matter how hard you tried to warn them something felt different about your high fast approaching. The large hand over your mouth made it ultimately useless. You bucked your hips moving in time with Bucky's fingers, feeling yourself begin to cry. And not cry like a few simply tears, no. You began to sob, feeling so overwhelmed and unable to communicate, made your mind shift into a place you had no idea existed. Your brain mushed, making you feel like you were floating. And only Steve and Bucky were around. You let go. Screaming a muffled whale, you squirted all over Bucky's face. Your tears stained Steve's hand while your nose began to drool. Once Buck helped you lessen your high, he sat up, taking a look at the mess you made.

“Awe princess. Look at this.” he gathered some of your cum and pushed it against Steve's lips. He sucked on the other male's finger with a groan making you cry even more. They both took notice of your tears and removed the hand over your mouth. You hiccuped, whimpering. Sobbing. Your fingers dug into the couch as Steve finally let you close your legs. Everything was happening all at once, and your body was aching from the awkward position. But you need your boys. You needed them to look after you.

“P-Please Sirs…I need more…” Your sweet high pitched voice caused both men to groan, feeling their cocks harden in their pants.

“Fuck Sugar. You okay?” Ste e tilted your head to the side so he could look at you. Your face was red, puffy and wet. “Pretty baby is crying. Did it feel that good?”

You couldn’t find a response in your fuzzy brain, so instead, you kissed him. Steve's eyes grew wide for a second, not thinking you’d kiss him. But who is he to complain when your lips were so soft and kissable. Cupping your face, he deepened the kiss, making you shake. He pulled away first, letting your catch your breath, but you did see it like that suddenly sitting up you got on all fours so you could reach, Bucky who was leaning on the other end of the couch. Your face was inches from his but didn’t move until he placed his fingers on your chin.

The kiss was desperate and rough. Bucky's fingers raked through your hair before tugging at it, making your hips wiggle, which conveniently made your bare ass jiggle in front of Steve. Now, saying Steev was an ass man was an understatement. This man lives for asses, and your ass was definitely one of the prettiest ones he's ever seen. He gave a harsh slap, sending a loud clap echoing through the room. Your moan was swallowed by Bucky, letting him shove his tongue deep down your throat. Steve kept slapping your bare cheeks, finding pleasure in seeing his hand prints appear on your soft skin.

“Hey, punk if we keep going I might have to fuck her,” Steve said so casually as if neither of them were tainting your idea of pleasure permanently. Bucky pulled away making you chase his lips.

“I think we need to end it otherwise we’d both be fucking her. And I don’t think we have the time.” Bucky chuckled, leaning back to place his arms on either side of the couch, tilting his head back with a sigh. Steve rubbed your ass, helping you sit up back to lean against his chest. His hands danced around your hips snaked up your shirt noticing you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Too bad, we didn’t get to play with these yet.” Steve cupped your breasts, squeezing them harshly. Your eyes never left Bucky's form. He tilted his head up briefly to watch Steve's hands play with your covered tits. You bit your lip, lifting your shirt up so he could see Steve’s assault.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned wanting nothing more than to have those tits in his mouth. He sighed shaking his head before standing up to pick up your shorts and panties up. “Come on sweet thing, let’s get you to bed.”

You whined at the idea of having to end such a pleasurable ordeal. But sadly, they were right. You had no clue how long you’d been at this, and if your brother were to wake up, there would be hell to pay. You take your clothes from Bucky, putting them back on while Steve helped you stand. Your breathing was heavy, and your legs were on godly wobbly, but Steve's hard, strong arms kept you up. Once dressed, you looked up to Bucky, seeing a sweeter, less lustful smile on his features. He stood so close while Steve stood flush behind you. They were effectively sandwiching you. Bucky gave you a long, drawn-out kiss before guiding your face with his fingers on your chin to Steve, letting the other man seal his lips against your own. It felt so natural to be shared by them. And they felt the same. It was like one fluid motion. Comfort. And you were hating that it was ending. Once Steve pulled away, you looked back at Bucky, getting ready to wish them a good night. Until he said ;

“Don’t worry Doll. This isn’t over yet. Our fun is only beginning.”

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bullet-prooflove · 5 months

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It’s only when Tim meets your ex-husband that he realises the reason you’ve kept your relationship a secret from the people you work with. He notices the tension in your body, the second the other man steps inside the precinct.

Captain Anthony Ashworth.

The man who used to beat the living hell out of you after a few too many drinks, who’d tried to stop you making detective after you decided to divorce him. He doesn’t make the connection until that moment; you’ve always referred to your ex as Tony.

Tim has to sit there through roll call and watch as the other man delivers orders, knowing that under that genial smile is the heart of a monster.

“He put his gun in my mouth.” You had told him one night, when the two of you were swapping war stories. “Told me he’d make it look like I’d blown my own brains out.”

“What did you do?” Tim had asked you.

He means your perceived crime, the one that you were accused of because with an abuser there’s always something.

“My partner was a man. He didn’t believe me when I told him that Hasim was gay.” You explain as Tim’s fingertips trace over the cigarette burns embedded into the underside of your arm. “I thought he was going to kill me that night, so I got out.”

“I’m glad you did.” He says fiercely. “I’m glad you survived him.”

You’re avoid Tim all day, and he gets it. It’s your way of protecting him. If Tony sees the two of you interacting, he’ll know the truth, that you’re in love with another man and he’ll punish Tim for that.

It comes to a head in the parking lot, Tim steps outside and he sees their new Captain talking to you alongside your car. He recognises the pinched expression on your features, the stiffness in your body language. You are trying everything in your power not to show your fear, but Tim sees it, he sees everything when it comes to you.

By the time he takes steps to intervene Ashworth is already walking away and your left standing by your car, fists clenched and body trembling.

“Hey.” He says quietly, redirecting your attention. “Are you doing ok?”

You shake your head, your eyes stinging, and it breaks Tim’s fucking heart because he can see the devastation inside of you. He knows you’re already making plans, considering your next steps.

“You’re going to run.” He realises as he looks into your eyes.

You let out a shaky breath as you tuck your hands into the pockets of your leather jacket.

“Yea.” You tell Tim. “I have to.”

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bonfireheart · 2 years

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title: Trust Takes…A Near-Death Experience?

blurb: the one in which the newest combat avenger that has limited healing abilities proves themselves. (fem!reader)

warnings: Clint should look around before leaving cover, Reader just wants acceptance (at the cost of hurting themselves), injury, medbay vibe?, passing out, the team are kinda mean to start with, swearing

“Now, everybody follow instructions. Nobody go off and do their own thing, this is a quick in and out mission.”

The voice of the Captain boomed through the tech-clad jet, and the brightness from the overhead lights found love in my eyes, causing me to squint in attempt to see my surroundings.

“Stark, Nat and I will clear the pathway to the entrance. Wanda, Sam and Buck, cover and protect the perimeter. Clint and Y/N enter the building quietly, get the flash drive and leave. Don’t make contact with anyone inside.”

A chorus of “got its” and a cheeky “Sir yes sir” from Sam replaced the single voice. Clint made his way over to me, blindly handing me a small handgun.

“Just in case. You should stay behind me, stay in the shadows unless I tell you otherwise. This should be easy.”

His voice was sharp and I could tell he was annoyed I was partnered up with him. I felt the whole group’s eyes set on me and shuffled back in my seat awkwardly.

Stark stood up, lowering his helmet over his head. “Yeah and uh, when you see HYDRA agents try to stay loyal to us. I know they used to be a such a dear part of your life.”

Hostility was woven in his words, and snickers surrounded me. If the ground felt like eating me whole now would be the perfect time. Or eating them. That would be better, and it would be nice to see them grovelling for my help.

Ever since Fury took me in as a HYDRA escapee, the team have been less than pleased by my mere existence. I’m not stupid, I’ve heard them talking. Things about how they couldn’t trust me, that I was a double agent. It hurt sure, but I couldn’t blame them. Who would genuinely believe that an ex-convict would want to play hero to the world? That doesn’t make their words sting any less though. Wanda wasn’t always the good girl, and neither was Nat. Bucky was one of me for gods sake. The constant bitter phrases and venomous speeches filled my life. If I got hurt on a mission, I am convinced they’d just leave me.

“Great, they’ve already zoned out.” Bucky’s voice pulled me back into reality.

Truth is, this mission was kind of scaring me. They keep calling it a simple deal, but there’s too much history there for me. What if one of the agents walking around recognise me? Would they kill me? Or would they drag me back into that lifestyle? I don’t want any part of that, and I sure as hell am working everyday to repay the world for what I did against it.

“We’re here. Get ready.”

Wanda arose from the seat beside me, giving me one glance over before stationing herself behind the doors. Same with Natasha. And Cap, Tony, Bucky, Sam and Clint.

I sighed and stood, slowly pacing my way over to them. I shut my eyes and inhaled lightly, exhaled lightly. Just like Ma taught me.

The shudder of the doors opening reminded me to extra care of myself on this mission, stay in cover and do as I’m told. I’ve resigned myself to doing that every mission though. A part of me hopes that if I just let them control everything and make the rules, well then, maybe they’d start to warm up to the idea of me.

I felt Clint grab on to my arm as he tugged me towards some boulders sat just by the entrance. I allowed myself to be pulled along and crouched low to avoid being detected. We sat in silence together, I kept my eyes trained on the scene playing out before me. I watched as the others killed people quickly and quietly, and as Nat made her way to the door of the building and opened it, ready to kill any onlookers they may have missed. I felt Clint’s eyes place on to me a few times, either from concern or disgust, I’m not too sure, and I’d rather not know.

It was time. I stood from our cover and let Clint lead the way to the door. Nat offered him a small smile as he went inside, and instantly dropped it when she saw me.

Ouch.

‘Don’t let it get to you.’ I could hear my mother’s voice in my head. It chanted like it was some mantra until I found myself following what it was saying.

The inside of the building wasn’t that much different to the outside. It was bleak, grey and was a hub of sadness if anything. Clint was four steps ahead of me, and didn’t so much as turn around to see if I was even there. Part of me thinks he wouldn’t even question my disappearance, that he just expected me to turn double agent real quick and not look back.

We found the room quickly. It wasn’t hard to locate, nor was it well secured. Typical of HYDRA. They focused their resources in the wrong places. The metal door was heavy and rusted, turning into more of a bronze colouring. It was unlocked and made a loud ‘clank’ as we opened it.

I internally cringed as the sound rang through the empty hallways. The noise was starkly contrasted when a deafening silence fell upon us. Then the footsteps came running. One pair, two pairs, several pairs of people could be heard nearing us. And as if to mock us even further, a blaring alarm played out suddenly. If this wasn’t a serious situation, it possibly would of been funny.

The archer grabbed me by the wrist and quickly tugged us into the dark room, and we found solace behind a cabinet. It wasn’t long before the door to the enclosed space opened again, and from the corner of my eyes I could see the shine of flashlights reflecting against the silver panels of the area.

“раскрыть себя (reveal yourselves).”

I shuddered at the sound of Russian. It reminded me all too well of my past, a past I’m far from proud of. The footsteps paced around the room some more, before the flashlights turned off.

“все чисто (all clear).”

Slowly, the resonating footsteps got further and further away. I knew better than that though. There is at least two men still in this room, I know HYDRA like the back of my hand. ‘Sad that they haven’t changed their ways after all these years’, and god I need to stop thinking serious situations are funny.

Before I could garner my attention back to Clint, his grasp on me lessened and though I tried stop him, he moved into plain sight.

Silence.

I held my breath and prepared for what came next, it was inevitable.

I heard Clint sigh, “Shit.”

“Ah Mr Barton, рад встрече (nice to meet you).”

A gruff Russian accent coated the man’s words, the tension in the air was thick and surrounded the room. I watched as Hawkeye slowly reached back for an arrow, setting it into his bow. I felt helpless, I couldn’t blow my cover just yet, and Clint is way too egotistical to ask for help. But still, I know this is not going to end well for him, no matter how skilled he is, he is way too outnumbered. He just doesn’t know it yet.

Ping.

The sound of a sleek, metal point hitting its bullseye in the shape of a man’s head. And lord, Clint has just brought war upon himself.

Before he could reload, or I could pull out my weapon, I heard as the door slammed open and more agents rushed in. Curse the archer for thinking he always knows best.

Gunshots resonated throughout the building, and one could only pray the others could hear it. A hand reached up to my ear piece quickly, and I pressed on it.

“Guys! Backup plea-Clint!”

I watched in horror as he dropped to the floor with a vast array of gunshot wounds taken nest on his shoulders, stomach, torso and just below his heart.

Grabbing my gun from my holster, I left cover and finished off the final three men in the room. I looked around the floor, and fair dues to Barton, he had managed to take out a fair few of them. A groan articulated from beside me and I dropped to my knees in concern. I knew I didn’t have long before more HYDRA officials found their way here and could just hope that the rest of the team would come bursting through the door.

“Clint! Clint, look at me ok? You need to stay still, I’m going to heal you, don’t move.”

My words were shaky and unstable, I don’t know if he could even understand me. But even if I was speaking properly, this man is at deaths door and words wouldn’t be comprehensible anyway. My hands rested comfortably above Clint, a small gap allowing for the particles to flow out of my hands and over his body. I worked silently, even when the door slammed open. One, two, three, four…there was at least fifteen gunshots covering him. I don’t know how far my healing ability can cope with this. I had only ever used it on myself, it was simple trick that was injected into me by HYDRA to ensure they could keep sending me out on mission after mission.

I didn’t dare move even when I heard shouts of Russian around me, or shots being fired into me, all that mattered was making sure his family had their husband and dad in one piece. I watched as his wounds slowly covered over, and as the bleeding came to a stop. My hands didn’t leave him until I knew for sure that every little mark on him was healed.

Pain pricked into me, it was didn’t hurt that much yet it made me scream. I looked up in horror and was met by the rest of the team. It felt like everything was in slow motion now. My head felt woozy and light.

‘Huh, so at least I know I can heal a pretty much dead man’. Not now brain…not now.

My eyes fluttered open and shut like a butterfly, the voices of the team were drained and quiet and my vision was blurry.

The sound of me dropping to the floor.

•/\•

Beep.

“She’s waking up, get Bruce.” “She’s awake?” “Shut up, you’re being too loud.” “You shut up!”

Open door.

“Bucky, Sam. She does not need to hear loud noises right now of all times.”

“…sorry Bruce.”

Footsteps, shut door.

My senses slowly came back to me. I can hear my heart monitor. I can feel a blanket clad around my body. I can smell disinfectant, a aroma of cleanliness. I can taste the metallic tang of blood. I let my eyes open and instantly winced at the light compared to darkness of shut eyes.

“Oh! Sorry about that.” Bruce walked over to my bed and pushed the bright lamp that shone over me to face the wall.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like the devil tried finishing the job.”

He laughed in a geeky sort of way. I don’t mind Bruce. I’ve never met met somebody who contrasted their hero alias as much as him, but I guess that’s what made him more likeable. I saw him slightly tamper with the many wires attached to my hand. He must of felt my eyes on him,

“I’m just upping the morphine.”

“No need.” I allowed my hands to perch on top of my chest and focused my energy towards myself. Gradually, it felt like the ton of bricks was being lifted from my shoulders.

“That works too, I guess. Super cool by the way, the healing thing, wish I had that.”

The door crashed open again, this time the team came stumbling into the room.

“I said one at a time!” Natasha spoke up.

“Yeah, you just always got to be right dont you?”

“Stark, I will widow bite you.”

Wanda made her way over to me with a steaming bowl. It smelt amazing, and my stomach was absolutely begging for food. Not to mention the need to recharge my energy.

“It’s gulyas. My mama’s recipe. I’ve seen you eat it before so I just thought…”

“Thank you Wanda. It smells like home.” I leant forward to take the bowl from her.

“Should you be feeding yourself?” She asked as she moved the bowl away from me quickly.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I can heal myself. I feel good as new. Just a little rough round the edges is all.” I joked light-heartedly.

The Sokovian looked doubtful as she passed it over to me, setting it gently on my side table and produced a spoon. By now, Bruce had managed to calm the others down, reminding them they were in a medical facility.

Clint awkwardly cleared his throat and captured the attention of everyone.

“I uh…just wanted to thank you for healing me. I thought that mission might of been my last so just..yeah..thanks.”

I smiled at him.

“Hey, it’s part of the job right? Protecting people. Nobody said it had to be just civilians.”

Steve lightly nudged Tony.

“My turn already?”

The others looked at him with annoyed glances.

“Ugh fine. Listen Nightingale, we just wanted to…apologise for how we treated you. You clearly have the teams best…interests at heart.”

Groans encompassed the space.

“Really Tony?” “You could of been slightly heartfelt!”

“What Tony is trying to say Y/N, is that we were unfair. Especially considering the fact that three of us were the same as you…technically four but Tony made weapons of destruction so I’d argue that’s worse.” Natasha cut in, looking towards me hopefully.

“Forgive us? Start afresh?”

I looked down in my lap. It felt weird hearing them say sorry. Or even having their attention full stop.

“I’m not going to lie and say I can just move on from this…it kinda hurt the way I was treated. It felt like when I was trying to finally put stuff right, I was just being shunned even more…”

“That was our fault. Completely.”

“But, I am willing to try. You guys seem cool when you’re nice.” I laughed quietly.

“Seem? Seem? I AM cool.”

“Tony, for fucks sake.”

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yellow-yarrow · 10 days

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"Now some of you might want to know whether demons still exist in the Elysium world in some way or form, I’m going to leave it hanging)." (x) okay well what is this then

Joyce Messier - "*A Deuill*," she pronounces: "*Who being of great Charme and Guille, sneaketh into the homes of the Godlie*." Conceptualization - That dialect is Ubi Sunt?. You recognize the quote from somewhere. A play, written way back in the Franconigerian century... Electrochemistry - Beneath her waterproof raincoat and silk shirt is a body imbibed in Numb 12 perfume. You are suddenly and intimately aware of it. You - "*And perswades them to addict themselues to his seruice...*" Joyce Messier - "Ah, you know more than you let on..." She gives you a coy little smile. "Philosopher-Detective of Precinct 41." You - (Nod.) "Devil Woman."

Harry is quoting from Daemonologie by King James VI (x)

Daemonologie [..]was first published in 1597[1] by King James VI of Scotland (later also James I of England) as a philosophical dissertation on contemporary necromancy and the historical relationships between the various methods of divination used from ancient black magic. [..] Daemonologie included a study of demonology and the methods demons used to bother troubled men. The book endorses the practice of witch hunting. This book is believed to be one of the main sources used by William Shakespeare in the production of Macbeth. (x)

the funniest thing is that I couldn't find Joyce's quote in Daemonologie. The sentence before Harry's quote is this:

Their mindes being prepared before hand, as I haue alreadie spoken, they easelie agreed vnto that demande of his: And syne settes an other tryist, where they may meete againe. At which time, before he proceede any further with them, he first perswades them to addict themselues to his seruice:

The only place I found that exact quote, was an article about Tony Blair, (published in 2014) (x), where he is described as some ancient evil demon. (it's pretty funny)

I think it's interesting how "Devil Woman" is mostly mentioned when there is something that reminds Harry of his ex

Joyce's perfume, which is "Sweet like the scent of chewing gum on some letter, long ago..."

Klaasje (blond young woman in disco era clothes, has birthmarks on her face - Dora had freckles)

Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman book

another smell that is related to Dora is cinnamon

Apricot Chewing Gum Wrapper - There it is again -- the scent of apricots, with a touch of cinnamon. Smells like the end of some distant summer. The surface of another planet, or some ancient temple.

From Sacred and Terrible Air:

(..)was whispered into Fakkengaff’s ear by the very soul of debauchery. She had the white wings of an angel, but the breath against the disc jockey’s ear had been hot with passion, smelling of cinnamon and primal evil.

^ again with the evil thing (and aren't demons fallen angels?)

Daemonologie was written to endorse witch hunting and through the game there are times where Harry can say some pretty sexist stuff about women (calling them whores and devil women) so it's fitting

so. don't know where I'm going with this but pretty interesting stuff

#correct me if im wrong. is there a source for the first quote anywhere else #de meta #disco elysium #*taking notes* Shakespeare exists in elyium *goes to my pepe sylvia board* strangely fitting tony blair article. demon women? dolores dei?#I have a really hard time reading old english so there isnt much i can say about it

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puhpandas · 8 months

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coming up with a fic where Tony is a ghost tethered to Gregory after GGY kills him and it's just Tony having watched Gregory be mind controlled and then free himself unknowingly and wake up with memory loss and survive a night at the pizzaplex all while Tony cant talk to him or even help him.

afterwards Tony finding out how to show himself as a ghost and Gregory seeing him and just being reminded of GGY and everything that happened and remembering it all and freaking out.

the idea of Tony being a ghost and stuck tethered to his killer + ex-friend but maybe hes actually good? and he doesn't know how to feel about it because as a detective he realizes that Gregory isnt himself while doing all of these things but also... Gregory killed him

#also when i typed ex-friend it autocorrected to ex-boyfriend #damn tony trouble in paradise?#ex-boyfriend ONLY because his ass literally died #anyways already have some ideas #probably wont be long #i actually do plan to write it tho #pandas.txt #pandas talks #sneak peak of the name of the fic just so i can add it to the tag #tonys guide to being (irrationally) a ghost #tgtb(i)ag #au #ggy #tony becker

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littleseasiren · 1 year

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Fight for me - Part 5

Summary: After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Woman's Shelter, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Language, kissing, mentions of violence, some dry humping

Words: ~ 4000

A/N: Grammarly is my beta reader, so any mistakes are my own. I know nothing about guns or Russian, so please ignore any mistakes. If you want to be added to my tag list, please comment or message me. Comments and reblogs will be appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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"Here you go, honey." Wanda places a drink in your hand, the ice clinking together as you tip it to your lips and take a deep swallow. The familiar burn heats you for a moment before the numbness surrounds you once more.

When Bucky enters the room, you reach for him, holding onto him as he lifts you and puts you on his lap once more, his muscular arms pulling you close.

"They've finished processing the scene. Tony convinced the detectives that it's safer to keep you here, where we can protect you."

Ok," you add softly. Steve and Sam had arrived at the shelter moments after you had left, Bucky having had to carry you as you couldn't stop crying, knowing that the other women at the shelter had been killed because of you. Tony met them 10 minutes later, using his connections to law enforcement in New York to embed the Avengers in the case.

You were so tired, your eyes puffy and heavy after everything that had happened, the memory of what you had found in the dining room seared into your brain, not giving you a moment of peace.

Gently, Bucky took your empty glass and put it on the side table before lifting you in his arms and pulling you into his chest. "Come on doll. Let's get you to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." He nods at Wanda thanking her for her help.

When you feel the strange bed beneath you, you hold onto Bucky's neck and don't let go. "Don't leave me, please?"

At his nod you remove your arms, watching as he closes the door. Everything around you seems strange and frightening, even though you had slept in the bedroom the night before. "I know it's crazy, being in the Avengers Tower and saying this, but I don't feel safe here Bucky."

He looks at you intensely, trying to find out what exactly you need. "Stay with me in my room. You'll be safer there."

"Why because I'm with you?"

"Mostly yes, but... let's just say I have a lot of supplies hidden in my room. Let me show you, then you tell me if it helps?"

You nod in reply, reaching for his hand and walking with him, going up the elevator and walking to a part of the tower you hadn't seen before. He opens the door for you, beckoning you into the room. You expect a normal single bedroom but instead, you walk into a type of bachelor flat. On your left is a small kitchenette with a small fridge and a round table with two chairs. On the right is a large lounge area, with a comfortable-looking couch and a flat screen tv. Walking past the lounge area, Bucky opens the bedroom door, leading to a huge bed with floor-to-ceiling windows and an en-suite bathroom. You can't stop your lips from pulling up into a half smile. "Let me guess, you and Steve each have custom-made beds?" You point to the huge bed.

"Yeah, Tony was kind enough not to force us onto regular beds. My feet always hang off the stupid things," he blushes as he softly pulls you back to the entrance.

"Alright, feel here... between the fridge and the small sink." He takes your hand and covers it with his own, making you gasp as the two of you slowly pull out a Glock 45. "This gun is fully loaded, so you just point and shoot, ok? Tomorrow I'll teach you how to shoot." Speechless you nod as the two of you slide the gun back into its secret spot.

Next, he has you sit on the couch and reach down between your legs, pulling out a black taser, which he shows you how to use. He shows you two tiny palm-sized knives that he has, one behind the tv and the other beneath the seat cushion at the small table.

Leading you into the bedroom, he shows you the SIG gun he has in his bedside table drawer, the knife between the bedframe and mattress, and finally, the sawed-off shotgun he has, wedged underneath a section of the bath closed with a loose tile.

"Jeez, Bucky. Paranoid much?" You can't help but tease him, feeling grateful for his consideration to make you feel safe by sharing his room with you.

"You know what they say doll... just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they aren't out to get you," he says as he smirks at you. "Steve is the only one who can enter uninvited, with anyone else, Friday has to request permission before they enter. The windows are bulletproof and are impossible to scale. So no one can get you here. Does this make you feel safer?"

You look around before smiling up at him. "Yeah, I feel a lot safer here. Thanks, Bucky."

"Of course, doll. I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you." He pulls you into his chest, giving you a soft squeeze. "Let's get ready for bed, alright? You've had an awful night, you need some rest."

He hands you a t-shirt and drawstring sweatpants, informing you that there is an extra toothbrush in the closet. You are too tired to even think about taking a bath or showering, so you quickly brush your teeth and change into the clothes he gave you. The t-shirt is big on you, falling to just above your knees while you have to roll up the sweats multiple times to be able to walk. You quickly finish up in the bathroom before joining him in the bedroom, finding him in sweatpants and a t-shirt too. While he uses the bathroom, you stand by the windows and gaze into the night sky, sadness and guilt overcoming you once more. You were the reason... no! You stop yourself from taking the blame. You didn't hurt them. Josh did. He was to blame for everything, his hands full of blood.

"Hey, kitten. You with me?" Bucky asks as he softly wraps his arms around you, pulling your back into his broad chest, and giving you a soft kiss on your temple.

"Yeah, I'm here, handsome."

The two of you climb into bed, Bucky laying on his back while you curl up against him. "Try and get some rest, Y.N. I'll keep watch."

You glance up at him, brows scrunched up in confusion. "What? No Bucky, you need to rest too. I know I'm safe with you, you don't have to keep watch." When he doesn't reply, you sit up and look at him. "What is it?"

He doesn't meet your eyes when he replies, "I usually have nightmares, I don't want to scare you doll."

"Bucky," you touch his clenched jaw, "I have nightmares too. You aren't going to scare me. We'll help each other, and remind the other that it's only dreams. Ok?"

He runs his hand through your hair, "Ok doll."

"Night Bucky," you whisper as you lay down and snuggle closer to him, his hand gently playing with your hair before you both sink into the oblivion of sleep.

"Shhh, it's Bucky, doll. I'm with you, you're safe," Bucky repeats to you when you wake up screaming, your throat raw from misuse.

"Bucky?" You reach out to him, needing to feel him.

"I'm here, Y/N. You're safe. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. It was just a nightmare."

You sob into his chest, latching onto his t-shirt. He instantly wraps his arms around you, the difference in temperature seeming to help ground you.

"I'm sorry," you whisper as you wipe away your tears.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, doll. You've witnessed something terrible, your mind is still trying to process everything." He runs his fingers through your hair, curling the ends around his finger. "Just listen to my heartbeat and breathe with me," he pulls you up so you're draped over his left side, "Try and match it with yours."

You do as he says, breathing deeply when he does, his heartbeat like a song in your ear. Before you realize it, you drift to sleep once again.

You wake to soft kisses brushing your cheek. "Hey, doll. It's time to get up," Bucky whispers in your ear. You slowly open your eyes, noticing he is already dressed, his hair still damp from a shower minutes before. "In 15 minutes the team is having a briefing on what happened last night. Do you want to get some more sleep or-?"

Before he can continue you sit up and interrupt him. "I need to go with you. This is my fight too."

He sighs but nods his head. "I was afraid you were going to say that." He gives you a soft hug before he pulls back. "Wanda is dropping off some clothes for you in a few minutes. Do you want to go take a shower and get ready?"

"Ok," you mumble as you walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth before jumping in the shower.

Wrapping the towel around yourself, you hear Bucky enter the bedroom. He knocks on the bathroom door, looking you up and down when you open it in your towel only. His eyes are huge as he watches water droplets run down your chest and disappear into the rolled-up towel.

"Uh, sorry," he's adorable as he blushes at being caught staring at you. "Here are the clothes Wanda thinks will fit you. I'll wait by the window for you to finish." You take the pile from him, smiling as he glances at you again before moving out of sight.

The briefing had already started when you and Bucky entered the conference room. The remaining Avengers - excluding Natasha and Clint, who had been sent on an intelligence-gathering mission - were seated around a large oval table and greeted the two of you when you entered.

"Hey, I thought we had 20 minutes. Are we late?" Bucky asked as he pulled out your seat for you and scooted you closer to the table before taking an open seat next to you. In front of you is a platter filled with baked foods, plates, cups, and a large flask filled with what you guess must be coffee.

"We started a bit earlier, I just wanted to update them on the events of last night. No need for the two of you to relive it." Steve said before turning to a black flat-screen and displaying the message your abusive ex left for you. "This was the message he left for Y/N. It's obvious he wants her back, and he doesn't care about the carnage he leaves on his way to get her."

When you whimper at the reminder, Bucky quickly wraps his right arm around you and pulls you close.

"I swear to you Y/N, we won't let him hurt you or take you," Steve says as the others chime in with agreement. "We're going to find him and lock him up for the rest of his life."

Everyone looks at Bucky as he laughs menacingly. "Good luck with that Stevie. The moment I see him I'm going to put him in the fucking ground."

Steve sighs loudly, "Bucky, we talked about this - "

"I'm surprising myself but I agree with Bucky. Perhaps it's time to go all 'Goodbye Earl' on this asshole," Sam interjects. When everyone just looks at him he continues, "Come on! Surely you guys have heard of The Chicks? It's a song about two best friends who poison an abusive husband and drop his corpse in a lake, then they live happily ever after." He looks around, "no one's heard it? You guys really need to start listening to more country music."

"I wouldn't mind getting a piece of him, but you guys know we don't do that. We don't kill in revenge, if we do then we're no better than those we hunt." Steve meets each person's gaze, making sure they heard him.

"I'll try," Bucky mumbles when Steve stares at him. He grabs a cup and fills it with coffee before placing it in front of you. He puts a cinnamon bun, a butter croissant, and some apple danishes on a plate and puts it in between the two of you, gesturing for you to eat.

When he grabs another cup for himself, Steve quickly stops him. "Here, use this one," he says as he hands Bucky a stainless steel cup. At Bucky's questioning expression, he continues, "You're going to hear some bad stuff soon, I don't want glass everywhere." Bucky shrugs and fills the stainless steel cup while Steve faces the rest again.

"Now, before we go into specifics, do you want to say anything about Josh, Y/N?"

You bite on your lip, not sure how to start. When Bucky's hand intertwines with your own, you take strength from his touch. "Josh is... when I met him, he was a great guy. Everyone in the community kept telling me how fortunate I was to have someone like him. It wasn't until after that I realized everyone was saying he was so perfect because they were either afraid of him or in league with him. It was perfect for a while, then when we got married, everything changed. He became angry and violent, didn't let me see people I knew, and made me cut off ties to anyone I loved. It was like I was a possession of his, his toy, to play with in any way he saw fit. When my best friend, Amy, dared to visit me and try and help me leave him, he broke her jaw and put her in the ICU, where she died from getting Penicillin by mistake. By that time, the beatings were pretty regular, it was like he enjoyed hurting me. He'd take me to a different hospital every time he broke a bone or hurt me in some way that I needed treatment. He knew how to avoid the system. When I tried pressing charges and leaving him, he... attacked me and put me in the ICU."

You heard a screeching sound then saw coffee flowing on the table, the stainless steel cup in Bucky's hand being molded to his metal fist as he squeezed it beyond recognition. The others were quick to throw napkins on the liquid to clean up the table. "I'm going to kill that fucker," Bucky mumbled as he dropped the warped cup on an empty plate, the used napkins joining it.

Your other hand grabbed his bicep as you leaned into him, comforting each other. "I had to play the part of the doting wife in order for him to trust me again so I could get away. He's a psychopath with a pain fetish and is very well connected."

Steve nods at you, before turning to the screen again. "This is going to be a surprise to all of you, but we have a good idea just how connected he is. Meet Josh... Rumlow."

Gasps fill the room, as Bucky says, "You have got to be shitting me.”

"Afraid not Buck. Josh is Brock's younger brother. Seems evil runs in their blood."

You watch Bucky, seeing his metal arm in a clenched fist once again, anger seeming to pour from him.

At your confused expression, Steve turns to you. "Brock Rumlow is a Hydra agent that managed to worm his way into SHIELD undetected. He was Alexander Pierce's right-hand man. Pierce was SHIELD's director and unknown to us a Hydra agent in control of the Winter Soldier project for the past 30 years. Pierce is dead now, but we couldn't find Brock. Let's just say Bucky and Brock have a troubled past." He gives you a sad smile as you turn to Bucky, finding his jaw clenched and his mouth set in a hard line.

You squeeze his hand and give him a soft kiss on the cheek, trying to pull him back from the bad memories. You squeal in surprise as he picks you up and seats you on his lap, holding you close to him, the bad news taking its toll on him. You grasp his metal hand, pulling his bicep closer to you. The others give you a few minutes of privacy as they chat with each other.

"You ok, doll?" He leans his forehead against yours, whispering softly.

"Better now that I'm in your arms." You give him a chaste kiss.

“Judging by the state of Bucky's cup, I'd say we are all up to date?" Tony asks as he enters the conference room.

"Just about Tony," Steve replies. "I'm sorry to say this Y/N, but I have another piece of bad news."

You don't know how much more you can take. Since last night, everything has just felt too much. Bucky holds you tight as you look up at Steve.

"Your friend Amy? There was no accident with the Penicillin. Jarvis found proof that Josh paid a nurse to kill her. I'm sorry honey." Steve gives you a handkerchief as tears start to fall down your face. Amy had been your best friend. Why had Josh killed her? You would have stayed away to prevent her from getting hurt again. He didn't need to kill her.

"I'm sorry, doll," Bucky whispers as he rubs your shoulders. "Please tell me we know where this asshole is?" He asks Steve and Tony.

"Not yet. Jarvis tracked him to a hotel in Queens but he managed to disappear shortly thereafter. We're scanning the town, should have a hit as soon as he moves again." Tony says as he takes the seat at the head of the table.

"So, all we can do is wait?" You ask the room, silence your only answer. You knew everyone wanted to keep you safe, and the only way they could was to find him.

"Spread your legs a bit more," Bucky whispers in your ear as he stands behind you, his body draped over yours as he shows you how to hold the gun. He moves his hands to your hips, angling you correctly before moving them up to just beneath your breasts as he holds you close. "Perfect. Now aim and fire, just like I showed you. Remember to squeeze the trigger and breathe out as you fire."

You take a big breath, body tingling from Bucky's hold before you breathe out and fire. You were all alone at the firing range on a separate level of the tower. Bucky had shown you how to fire with an empty gun before moving onto a loaded gun, giving you safety instructions and tips before you even held one in your hand. As you fire, the force of the recoil bumps you into Bucky, his hands holding onto you softly for balance.

"You’re doing so good, doll." He whispers as you take the next shot, emptying the clip in minutes. "You look so hot with a gun in your hand. Knew you could do it, kitten."

He softly kisses the side of your throat as he takes the gun from you, making you shiver as he pulls you against him, kissing your jaw, up to your mouth. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, his body bent down to get closer to you as he kisses you. Your feet leave the floor as he straightens and lifts you onto the table behind you, his hips forcing your legs open wider. You moan as his tongue joins yours, kissing you like he wants to swallow you whole.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, kitten." He says before placing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, softly biting on your sweet spot, making you gasp for breath as his hands cup your breasts. You feel the hard length of him between your legs, snuggly fitting right where you need him to. A groan comes from him as he nudges his clothed erection between your clit, making you see stars even with your clothes on.

"Bucky," you moan his name. You feel like you’re burning up, your need for this man so immense. "Bucky, please," you say as you grasp onto his hair, pulling softly.

"Tell me what you need, kitten. I want to make you feel good." He kisses his way down your neck, squeezing a nipple between his fingers as his mouth moves slowly down to the other one.

"I need you Bucky, please. I need to cum. God, you make me feel so good."

"I'm only starting doll," he smirks as he pulls your top off and presses his mouth to your nipple through your lace bra, grinding his cock against you, hitting your clit just right.

You are just about there, feeling an intense orgasm approach you when you're scared shitless as you hear Steve's voice on the intercom, telling you they found something.

Bucky sighs in defeat as he kisses you softly, giving you your shirt to put on as he rearranges himself so his hard-on is less conspicuous. "Steve's such a cockblocker," he jokes as he tucks your hair behind your ear. "You ok doll?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just wish Steve had better timing," you reply as the two of you laugh together.

"I promise, as soon as we're alone, I'll uphold my promise and make you feel real good." He kisses you again, seemingly unable to stop touching you before rubbing his jaw and pulling you close to him. Making his way to the elevator to join the team.

"Seems like Brock and Josh are holed up in Queens. We've narrowed down their location to a two-block radius. We'll go in two teams, Tony and Wanda in one team, me and Sam in the other. Bucky, you need to sit this one out and protect Y/N. We can't leave her here unprotected."

You can see how eager Bucky is to go and join the fight, but he nods at Steve in agreement.

"Good, we'll leave in-" Steve starts to say before a voice is heard on the intercom.

"Good afternoon soldat. The Rumlow brothers have a special message for you," the voice begins to say as multiple eyes fall on Bucky, before the voice continues, "Желание (Longing). Ржавый (Rusted)."

"Tony!" Bucky shouts as you see Tony run to the computer, typing away furiously.

"Семнадцать (Furnace). Рассвет (Daybreak)."

Bucky holds onto his head, his eyes darting from you to Steve. "Steve!" Bucky looks so scared, it breaks your heart.

You wrap your arms around Bucky as the voice continues "Печь (Seventeen). Девять (Benign)."

"What's happening?" You shout as Bucky falls to his knees, trying his best to cover his ears as he screams.

"Steve, do something! Knock me out! Get her away from me!"

Strong arms pull you from Bucky as you see Steve walk over to his bent body clenching his fist, tears in his eyes as he sees his friend scream in pain.

"Добросердечный (Nine). Возвращение на родину (Homecoming)."

Steve cocks his arm back and drives his fist into Bucky's jaw, knocking him to the floor. The force of the blow makes you scream, worried about the man that you love.

Steve gasps as Bucky rolls to his side and stands up, his expression cold and terrifying.

"Один (One). Товарный вагон (Freight Car)," the voice says, before the terrifying voice adds, "Kill them all but keep Y/N alive. They have plans for her..."

Before you can even process what has just happened, Bucky has his metal arm wrapped around Steve's throat, squeezing the life out of him.

"Everyone stand back," Wanda yells as she gestures to Bucky, bathing his head in a red light. When he grabs hold of his head, Wanda shouts at the men to move while she contains him.

"Take him to the gym! It's the closest place to contain him!" Tony shouts as Wanda runs alongside a floating Bucky who is clutching his head.

Steve picks you up and runs along. "Steve, what's happening?" You shout to him through the chaos surrounding you.

Wanda throws a now snarling Bucky against the gym wall as Tony closes the bulletproof glass of the gym, watching as Bucky runs to the glass and begins pounding on it, causing tiny cracks in the glass.

"Tony, I don't think it's going to hold him!" Sam shouts while Tony works on a tablet in his hands. Gas appears from the gym vents, causing Bucky's movements to slow down before he falls to the floor unconscious.

"Bucky!" You shout as you try and reach for him, feeling hysterical at what is happening.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but that's not Bucky anymore. That's the Winter Soldier," Steve says as he looks down at his best friend, laying on the floor unconscious.

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Antonio- Hen Party

Neither Antonio or I wanted a hen party or stag do, but our friends insisted that we at least do something, so 8 months after we got engaged we all head to Mollys for a few drinks.

"What will it be?" Herrmann asks me and Antonio behind the bar

"I'll have a beer. YN?" Antonio looks at me

"I'll have the same" I tell Chris while balancing Lucas on my hip. Herrmann hands Antonio and I our drinks, Toni takes them and we find a table to sit at. I place Lucas on my lap and give him a place mat to play with

"So how does it feel? Next week your going to be a Dawson" Gabby says sitting across from us with Matt, both cradling a beers

"Any wedding jitters?" Matt asks earning an nudge of Gabby

"Not on my end" Antonio looks at me

"I'd be less worried if we were just going to the courthouse. I just have a feeling something is going to go wrong"

"Well it will with that attitude"

"What could go wrong? I've made sure everything's perfect" Gabby smiles at me

"I know I know"

"Everything will go to plan, don't worry" Antonio places a kiss on my temple before going back to his beer. Lucas starts to get fussy throwing the drinks mat on the floor

"Let me have my nephew" I hear Jay say coming up from behind me. As soon as Lucas sees Jay and Will he stretches his arms out wanting to be picked up. I hand him over to Jay "hey buddy, it's passed your bedtime"

"Ha I wish. He hasn't been going to sleep until 12 at night the last two weeks. Don't get me wrong once he's asleep he sleeps until 7 in the morning" I tell Jay.

An hour later Laura shows up with Eva and Diego

"YN, dad!" Eva shouts running over to us

"Hey sweetheart" Antonio ruffles her hair and gives Diego a hug "Laura" he acknowledges

"I'll pick them up tomorrow evening. Just don' be out to late"

"We won't" I try to reassure her

"Yes well considering you have the baby here I would expect you both to be leaving at a sensible time"

"Mum the baby is called Lucas" Diego corrects his mother

"Right well I'll see you both tomorrow. Be good" she gives them a kiss on the cheek before looking back to me and Antonio "I'll takes Eva's bridesmaids dress and Diageo’s suit tomorrow"

"But final fitting isn't until next Wednesday" I frown

"2 days before the wedding is cutting it a bit fine. They aren't going to grow in the next 5 days. I don't even know why your having this wedding, Antonios track record isn't really..."

"Laura that's enough" Will warns

"I'm just saying that he's not had the best of luck when it comes to marriages"

"You were the one who filed for divorce not Toni, you couldn't handle being a detectives wife"

"Because my son was taken!" Laura yells at Gabby

"I think you need to leave"Voight says walking over to us

"Fine. I'll have their things tomorrow" with that she turns and leaves Mollys

"I'm sorry" Antonio turns to face me

"I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you. Crazy job hours, crazy..."

"Ex" Jay mutters under his breath earning a nudge off me

"She's worried that we are rushing all of this. She's scared that I'm going to walk out of the kids lives"

"She should know by now that your not, your in this for life.....aren't you?"

"Of course I am" I place my hands on Antonio's face "I'm not going anywhere"

"Good because neither am I" Toni leans down and kisses my lips.

Like we promised Laura, we don't stay out for too long, plus Lucas has started to get crabby, so we all head off home.

I change Lucas's diaper and clothes to get him ready for bed before I can start getting myself ready for bed

"Goodnight my little man" I place a kiss on his head and sooth him to sleep before placing him in his crib. I then go to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and put on one of Toni's shirts. Climbing into bed, Antonio is already there waiting for me

"I'm sorry YN, this isn't probably what you had envisioned when you thought about a husband"

"What do you mean?" I frown looking at Toni

"I mean you probably didn't want a divorced man with two kids and an ex wife who doesn't know when to stop sticking her nose into my business"

"Maybe not, but do you know what I did want? I wanted a man who would love me no matter what, a man who loves his kids, a man who trust me, a man who I can trust and I have that and so much more with you. No life is perfect, but with you I have close to perfect as possible. I love you Antonio and I can't wait to be your wife"

"I love you to YN" I cuddle up to my fiancè and fall asleep in his arms.

#antonio dawson #antonio dawson x reader #antonio dawson imagine #Antonio Dawson x yn #Antonio Dawson x oc #one chicago imagine #one chicago #chicago pd

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moonartemisia · 7 months

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✧.* Self-ships ✧.*

Touken Ranbu

MikaMichi - Mikazuki Munechika × Saniwa Michiko

IchiMichi - Ichigo Hitofuri × Saniwa Michiko

Troupe: historical, master × sword, reincarnation (song: Hyakka Ryouran by Kalafina)

(They are oc x canon)

Blue Lock

RinHaru - Rin Itoshi × Miharu Hasegawa

Troupe: age-gap, brother's best friend × lovers, slow burn romance (song: Drive You Insane by Daniel di Angelo & Say It by Tony Lanez)

MichHaru - Michael Kaiser × Miharu Hasegawa

Troupe: second chance, long-distance, exes × lovers (song: Monster, Judas, & Bad Romance by Lady Gaga)

ChigiHaru - Hyoma Chigiri × Miharu Hasegawa

Troupe: childhood friends × lovers, childhood sweethearts (song: Message in a Bottle & Style by Taylor Swift)

SaeHaru - Sae Itoshi × Miharu Hasegawa

Troupe: team manager × soccer player, celebrity × manager, private relationship (song: It Won't Stop by Sevyn Streeter, ft. Chris Brown & Homebdy by DÉMI, slimedemislimedemi, ft. Madman Stan)

(They are self-ships)

Haikyuu!!

TsukkiHaru - Kei Tsukishima × Miharu Hasegawa

Troupe: academic rivals × lovers, frenemies × lovers, volleyball player × team manager, tsundere couple (song: Loyal & New Flame by Chris Brown, ft. Usher)

TetsuHaru - Tetsurō Kurō × Miharu Hasegawa

Troupe: team manager × volleyball player, neighboring classmates, cocky × serious (song: This Kiss by Carly Rae Jepsen)

KeiHaru - Keiji Akāshi × Miharu Hasegawa

Troupe: classmates × lovers, crushes × lovers (song: Shy by Jai Waetford)

(They are self-ships)

Moriarty the Patriot

BondWorth - James Bonde × Stephanie Cris Hemsworth (oc × canon)

Troupe: enemies × lovers, slow burn romance (song: Circus by Britney Spears)

Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective

SatsuRon ‐ Ron Kamonohashi × Satsuki Chifuyu (oc × canon)

Troupe: cop × criminal, the one that got away, acquaintances × lovers (song: Sweet but Psycho by AVA & Criminal by Britney Spears)

PARADOX LIVE

HaTitia - Hajun Yeon × Letitia Heidi (oc × canon)

Troupe: acquaintances × lovers, one night stand, slow burn romance, situationship (song: Nobody's Business by Rihanna, ft. Chris Brown & One of the Girls by The Weeknd, ft. Lily Rose Depp and Jennie of Blackpink, SHOONG! by Taeyang ft. Lisa of Blackpink, NVMD by Denise Julia)

@moonartemisia •▪︎°.☆

#anime / manga #blue lock #bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #ocs #self ship #yumejoshi #yumejin #yume ship #moriarty the patriot #moriarty anime #haikyuu!!#touken ranbu #paradox live #ron kamonohashi deranged detective #yuukoku no moriarty #m.list 𓆩♡𓆪

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sweetpeterparker · 2 years

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peter parker- fics recommendation✯

waitimcomingtoo peter parker masterlist - 2 (@waitimcomingtoo)

→ love all her work

material girl (@lanadelreyscokewhor3 )

→peter parker x popular! reader

only exception (@skyesfolder )

→peter parker x reader tw: bad family story, mentions of divorce

diametrically opposed (@pvarker )

→professor!peter parker x professor!reader ("enemies" and lovers)

always waiting (for you to come home) (@peterbenjamminparker )

→peter parker x superhero!reader

honeymoon of a lifetime (@takenbyheartstrings )

→peter parker x reader (unhoneymooners AU)

icy hands (@gothbattinson )

→peter parker x reader tw: descriptions of cancer, vomiting

perfect places (@chaoticparker )

→peter parker x reader (basically exes to lovers)

con artists (@chaoticparker )

→peter parker x reader (one of my favs tbh)

periodt (@yixxes )

→peter parker x reader tw: periods, menstruation

working on a project (@lazydoodlesandfanfic )

→peter parker x reader my burn out ass that can't stand school anymore needed this

alone (@softspideys )

→peter parker x stark!reader enemies to lovers after tony's death

fire alarm (@softspideys )

→peter parker x reader peter and his golden retriever vibe save the reader from being embarrassed forever

can't get close(series) (@ptergwen )

→peter parker x kinda popular!reader peter being really cute and hot at the same time, helping the reader with physics

sleepy subway serendipity (@littleredpartydresson )

→tasm!peter parker x reader peter being a gentleman and letting overworked reader sleep in his shoulder

every breath every heartbeat (@softtdaisy )

→tasm! peter parker x reader tw: toxic relationship, mentions of anxiety

caviar and cigarettes (@curseofaphrodite )

→tasm!peter parker x reader tw: bullies, slut-shaming, mentions of injuries, mentions of violence

girls just wanna have fun (series) (@lizzie-is-here )

→peter parker x popular!reader

suspect of murder? (3 parts) (@bxcketbarnes )

→detective! peter parker x ex-girlfriend! reader tw: mentions of murder, stalking, kidnapping

you think you're better than me ? (@myinternetaddictworld )

→tasm! peter parker x reader enemies to lovers

footloose (@insomnaticwilmon )

→tasm! peter parker x reader based on the footloose trend on tiktok a while ago

my kind of woman (@silkscream )

→jock!peter parker x reader

me too (@hoefortomh)

→bi! peter x bi! reader tw: coming out

cardigan (@mediocre-daydreams )

→peter parker x famous!singer!reader

perfume allergy (@beautifulbuckys )

→peter parker x reader reader and peter meet in the plane on ffh

break me like a promise (@spideymatcha )

→peter parker x reader pure heartbreak and peter is an asshole

lightning bugs (@ficthots )

→peter parker x reader. tw:bad family, insecurities

in the real world (@luveline )

→peter parker x reader mutual pinning tw: bleeding and hospitals

secret ingredient (@ficthots )

→peter parker x reader enemies to lovers

oh no, i'm falling in love (@bi-bard )

→ peter parker x reader based on labyrinth by dr. taylor swift

high school reunion (@valeskafics )

→ tasm!peter x reader (both aged up)

car accident (3 parts) (@blooming-violets )

→ tasm!peter x reader (all parts are linked in the post)

cookies and cocoa (@plzu )

→ peter x reader hurt/comfort

tangle (@bucky-fricking-barnes )

→ post nwh!tom!peter x reader (holliday themed)

your girl (@lanadelreyscokewhor3 )

→ peter parker x drunk!reader fluff

(if you are not comfortable being tagged here, please message me so i can edit this<3)

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman

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okayto · 5 months

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Anime Micro-Reviews

Short reviews of 3 shows that have guns sometimes

The Millionaire Detective - Balance: UNLIMITED

The Modern Crimes Task Unit is where officers who have caused problems for the Metropolitan Police Department are sent. Haru Katou just wants to do his job, which is made infinitely harder when wealthy Daisuke Kambe—who uses money to fix everything—decides to become a detective and is assigned as Kato’s partner.

Buddy cop show! This 11-episode show takes the classic “two diametrically-opposed people who are stuck together” and crosses it over with a Tony Stark-level of wealth and access to godlike technology.

Haru is the good, solid character, forced into the Modern Crimes unit after some incident on the job that’s left the more “respectable” cops sneering at him, but he still does his best and is limited more by the strictures of the other departments than by his abilities. Daisuke is the aloof rich boy with literally unlimited money, which he uses to pay for anything and everything (fixing cars after he rams them aside, for instance), plus an AI assistant to coordinate said ridiculous uses of money.

Together, they make a good show, as long as you don’t think too much about the inherent ethical problems. Halfway through, though, we move from case-of-the-day to a longer look at an unsolved murder connected to Daisuke’s family. This leads to backstories for multiple characters and a longer/more detailed plot than could fit in the case-of-the-day episodes, but since I’m drawn to humor, I preferred the first half when the wealth absurdity and personality clashes were highlighted.

English Dub? Yes

Where to watch (USA, November 2023): Funimation (sub and dub); Crunchyroll (sub and dub)

Trinity Blood

900 years after an apocalyptic war between humans and vampires, there is an ongoing cold war between the human government in the Vatican, and the vampiric Methuselah in the east. Father Abel Nightroad, a traveling priest who acts as a Vatican representative, is also part of a special operations group that fights vampires to save human lives.

As part of my ongoing quest to watch the shows that seemed real cool when I was a youngster, I picked up Trinity Blood, which aired on Adult Swim in 2006. A sci fi-fantasy-political intrigue-y show, it features one of my favorite character types: a long-hair guy who is a hidden badass.

The setting is interesting--a very fantasy Vatican acts as the main human political entity, though the history of the war and vampires isn’t explained in depth, and the history of Abel and his abilities really doesn’t come out until the end. (I spoilered myself early on by reading background on various wikis out of curiosity.)

Unfortunately I found the show didn’t explain enough as it went on (sans my sought-out spoilers). I wanted more details, earlier. It felt mostly like a series of investigate - fight - discuss minor political fallout - repeat. The plot progressed irregularly, so there were times when I considered giving up.

It does, however, have some spiffy character designs, and a lot of fighting. If action and cool-looking characters are what you’re after more than story, give it a try.

English Dub? Yes

Where to watch (USA, November 2023): Funimation (sub and dub), Blu-ray/DVD

Cowboy Bebop

Scouring space for bounties, a ragtag crew--a former hitman, an ex-cop, a con artist, a hacker kid and a data dog--live paycheck to paycheck.

The classic. The first anime to be broadcast on Adult Swim, a series that received praise here and overseas for its story, themes, music, and voice acting. More than two decades after its premier, it’s still considered excellent, still listed as good for everyone from anime fans to those who’ve never watched any before. The show that transcends its medium, being not just “good anime,” but a good show. It still holds up more than two decades after its premier. Critics love it, fans love it.

...I thought it was okay.

It wasn’t bad! And I see why it garners such praise. The animation is good, the blues- and jazz-influenced music is great, the Chinese-influenced space western-type setting is fantastic. The English dub is great, the characters have depth, it’s all good. And I just...got kinda bored.

I really wanted to love it, because it’s universally acclaimed, but I have to conclude it’s just a personality issue. There’s nothing that could’ve changed to make it more appealing to me, specifically, I just have to conclude that I enjoy things with more humor built in, and so my feelings toward Cowboy Bebop don’t rise above “yeah, this is fine.” It was nice. I don’t regret watching. I don’t plan on rewatching.

Despite my feelings, I can see why it’s so beloved, and think it’s worth a try by most people. The majority of watchers, after all, clearly have different opinions from me.

English Dub? Yes

Where to watch (USA, November 2023): Funimation (sub and dub), Hulu (sub and dub), Crunchyroll (sub and dub), Tubi (sub), BR/DVD

#Fun fact: Millionaire Detective has 2x as many works on AO3 as Bebop & 9x as many as Trinity Blood despite being 15+ years younger #Cowboy Bebop #Trinity Blood #fugou keiji balance unlimited #The Millionaire Detective Balance: Unlimited #anime #reviews

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