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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Bored Bucky.

Everyone sat around the conference room listening to Fury hand out mission assignments. It was rare for him to make an appearance but the latest assignment was a serious one and he expected all avengers present.

Steve and Tony sat near the front making note of who should be paired with who and action plans. Nat, Clint, Sam and Thor listened attentively, making mental notes of what to pack and mission tactics.

Bucky yawned.

He was unbothered. He’d heard worse, seen worse, felt worse. His mind was other places.

Where did all the dunkaroos go...that fatass Sam probably ate them all.

Why did was the ice cream machine at McDonalds always broken...also probably Sam’s fault some how.

What was tik tok and why did Peter keep refencing it

Should he make Instagram?

What would he even have as a username

JBB, no, too short.

James Buchanan Barnes. No, too long.

James White Wolf Barnes. Nope.

White Wolf the Howling Commando.....sounded like a fucking porn star what the hell was wrong with him.

Never mind.

The hamster in his brain continued to lazily trudge around while his eyes fell on your hair. You were sitting in front of him, jotting down some notes for what you had to do, all your attention focused on the meeting. Your hair was like a silky water fall, cascading down the back of the chair.

Bucky couldn’t help himself, reaching out and playing with the soft strands, humming contently. You hadn’t even noticed, barely feeling him paw at your hair, combing his fingers through.

Bucky smiled to himself, your hair felt so nice. Soft. Smelled like sweet shampoo. He loved how lush it felt as he sectioned a bit of your hair to fiddle with, twisting and playing with the strand, careful not to get it caught around his mental fingers. It was almost calming in a way, almost like petting a kitten-

“Sergeant Barnes are you braiding Agent y/l/n’s hair?!”

Fury’s face scrunched up, stopping the meeting, looking across the table to where Bucky’s attention was focused. His eyes shot up, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks while Steve and Sam snickered, the rest of the team smirking at him.

“I-

You bit back a giggle, turning around to see a flustered super soldier looking back at you, his puppy eyes wide, dropping the strand of hair and retreating his hands into his lap.

“I must say, James braids hair beautifully” Thor smiled, admiring the braid Bucky had done in your hair before proudly looking at his own, the blond strands neatly plaited and tucked behind his ear.

“If you’re done playing hair dresser, can we focus on the meeting” He gave Bucky a pointed look before continuing. “As I was saying...”

“Sergeant, you’ll be at the east side, with Captain Rogers, Stark, you’ll be with Wilson, I need eyes from on top of the base”

Everyone hummed in agreement, making note of their positions. Except Bucky.

“Sergeant”

No reply.

“Sergeant”

“BARNES”

Fury turned around, having not heard a reply from Bucky yet, just to find him with his hands in your hair again, practically kneading his hands in and purring like a cat.

“Mother f-

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endless-summer-soldier · 8 months

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cruel to be kind - chapter four

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (90s college AU)

summary: it started with a dare. Bucky restlessly pursues Y/N, seeking just one date. as he chases her, he realizes she's different from she challenges him, so he starts to catch feelings. but it all falls apart when she learns about his initial motivations. based on 10 things I hate about you!

warnings: alcohol use, cursing

word count: 2.7k

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Bucky took a deep breath as he sat in the announcers’ booth in the sports stadium. He was about to make a total fool of himself and he was hoping it would be worth it. Y/N said sweet talk wouldn’t work on her, so Bucky decided to step up his game. They say actions speak louder than words, right?

The field hockey team was currently running drills toward the end of their practice and he knew this was his moment. He flipped on the microphone, turned on the stadium speakers, and signaled to his collaborators to get in position.

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

You’d be like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

Bucky took a few steps down the bleachers as the field hockey team paused their training to determine where the singing was coming from.

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I’m alive

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

He pointed right at Y/N as he emphasized the ‘you’ of the last line. A brief pause followed the verse then he heard a whistle from the drum major and the handful of marching band members he coerced started playing their respective instruments to the familiar tune. The girls on the field started giggling at the interruption and all eyes were on Bucky. He gave a quick wink to Y/N before continuing.

I love you, baby

And if it’s quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm the lonely night

I love you, baby

Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby

Don’t bring me down, I pray

Oh pretty baby

Now that I’ve found you stay

And let me love you, baby

Let me love youuuu

By this point he noticed a security guard in a bright yellow shirt approaching and he knew he had to make a quick exit. He stood in the middle of the bleachers and started running down toward the bottom row. The band continued on playing as Bucky made his escape. Another security guard was making his way up the bleachers, so Bucky pivoted and started running laterally. He was lucky in that his pursuers were wannabe mall cops who weren’t in the best shape so out-running them was a breeze. He looked back down at the field hockey team and found them all laughing heartily at the encounter while Y/N stood there in a state of shock and amusement. Bucky put on his entertaining hat and paused for a moment and started dancing. One of the security guards caught up to him, but Bucky jumped down a row on the bleachers and gave him a quick pat on the bum before darting off. He jumped off the bleachers and gave a quick bow to his audience before running out of the stadium. The whole crowd was cheering and laughing, except for the one person he was seeking approval from. He caught her eye as she stood there with her arms crossed, shaking her head, with a wry smile on her face.

Bucky sat in the lecture hall and tapped his pencil on the desk while the TA handed out the test. He was ill prepared and he knew it. He could usually bullshit his way through his courses but calculus took no prisoners.

He let out a deep sigh as he studied the first question, wracking his brain to remember the unit circle.

“James Barnes,” he heard. He popped his head up and saw his professor searching for him. Bucky squeezed past his classmates and strode down the steps to the lecturer’s desk.

“James, I just received a call that there’s been a family emergency that requires your attention. You’re excused from the exam to go deal with the situation. Email me once everything has been resolved and we’ll find a time for you to make up the test.”

Bucky’s heart dropped and he was immediately concerned with the news. Things must’ve been pretty bad for him to be pulled from class. He wasn’t even sure how he responded to the professor but he numbly rushed out of the lecture hall.

As he burst out of the building, he found Y/N standing there with a knowing look on her face.

“Well someone’s in a rush,” she commented.

“Sorry, I can’t talk. I’ve gotta call my Ma.”

“Family emergency?”

“Yeah, how’d you…know…”

She merely shrugged. “There is no family emergency, is there?” he asked.

She shook her head with a growing smile. “You did this?”

“I mean you did embarrass yourself in front of the entire field hockey team for me, so I figured it was the least I could do.”

“So what now?” he asked.

“Are you telling me you’ve been chasing after me all these weeks and you don’t have any date ideas?” she retorted.

“Oh it's a date now?”

She gave him a warm smile and ceded, “It’s a date.”

They found themselves walking along the boardwalk as the sun began to peek through the clouds. The beach was close to the campus but just far enough away that it wasn’t usually flooded with students. Considering it was a weekday, the boards were pretty empty aside from the occasional retiree walking their dog.

“Have you been out here before?” he asked her.

“I think I came here with my family when we first looked at the school, but that was years ago.”

“I come out here to think sometimes.”

She looked at him with a sense of wonder, “What do you have to think about? Your poor choices?”

He scoffed at that, “If only it were that simple.”

Before she could ask a follow up question, they heard two chimes of a bell. Bucky reacted instantly and grabbed her elbow pulling her toward him as the surrey bike flew past them, two teenage girls giggling as they avoided impact.

“Never understood the appeal of those things,” he commented.

“You’ve never been on a surrey?” she asked. He shook his head and she grabbed his hand.

“Come on,” she said, pulling him toward the bike rental stand.

Moments later, they were pedaling away, learning how to steer via trial and error. After a few minor crashes, they fell into a rhythm, pedaling together on the open boards.

“You know, you’re actually pleasant when you put your guard down,” he stated.

“Oh is that so?” she challenged.

“Honest. So why do you act out the way you do?”

She let out a deep sigh, “Ah, onto the hard hitting questions now.”

“Don’t try to talk around this. I want an answer.”

She thought for a moment, “I don’t like to do what people expect. Why should I have to live up to other people’s expectations?”

“So you disappoint them first.”

She shrugged a silent confirmation.

“Well you screwed up,” he said. She turned to look at him and he continued, “You never disappointed me.” A blush crept up her cheeks and she turned away, hiding the smile that was slowly forming. Giddiness was something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“What about you? What’s your story?”

“Grew up in Brooklyn. Raised by a single mom. I have a little sister.”

“And how do you explain your tough exterior?”

“I just genuinely don’t care what people think of me.”

“And why do you think that is?”

“My best friend growing up was a bit of a runt and he was always picked on. Yet even when he was bullied, he wanted to be liked and he would do anything to be accepted. And that always made me so upset because he was so much better than them and yet all he wanted was their approval. I didn’t want to be like that. So I decided to just go out there and be myself and maybe I am an asshole, but at least I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not.”

“That’s oddly refreshing. I wish I could be more like that.”

“The only part that sucks is that I met you.”

She scoffed, “And that sucks?”

“It does, because I do care about what you think of me.”

She became flustered yet again, but this time she deflected with humor. “Bucky Barnes, do not get all cheesy on me now.”

“I thought you liked cheese?”

“I mean, I like some havarti on a sandwich but I’m lactose intolerant when it comes to men.”

“Understood, no more cheesy lines.” They sat in comfortable silence, pedaling along when the bells and music of the arcade graced their ears.

“How would you feel about a little friendly competition?” he asked, as if reading your mind.

“I hope you’re ready to lose,” she replied, shooting him a big smile.

“Let me guess, you want to show off your strength on the boxing machine?” she said, pointing to the seven foot machine that was covered in red, white, and blue.

“I’m insulted that you think I’m that much of a moron.”

“Then what did you have in mind? Mortal Kombat?”

“Skeeball.”

She grinned, “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he replied. Y/N was very competitive, and Bucky couldn’t believe how much of a turn on it was.

They lined up next to each other and slid two quarters into the slots as the balls poured into place. They both looked toward each other and Bucky counted them down. On three, they both grabbed a ball and rolled it up their respective lanes. Y/N’s hit the middle slot with ease, while Bucky’s reached the high score on the top corner. Y/N glanced over at him and saw his score adding up quicker than her own. She decided to intervene. As he wound up his next ball, she bumped her hip into his side and his ball flew off target, falling into the bottom of the board.

“You’re playing dirty with me?” he asked.

She shrugged, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think that was just a bad shot.”

“Bad shot my ass,” he grinned, as he shot his next ball. He couldn’t let her get away with that, so he waited for her to grab her last ball. As soon as she wound up, he swooped in and grasped her hips, picking her up with ease and flipping her over his shoulder.

“Bucky! Put me down!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“I have one more shot left!”

“Take it up here then.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I am completely serious.” He took a few steps back from the skeeball machines and stopped. “Shoot away,” he smiled.

She hit him on his back with her free hand until she realized her efforts were pointless, he was too strong.

“Fine, but I want a rematch,” she gave in. Bucky turned her so that she was facing the lane and she somehow managed to aim straight enough to make contact, but it didn’t have enough force. The ball rolled back down towards them and Bucky deftly placed Y/N on the ground and picked up the ball. He lined up and took her final shot, landing it in the top right corner. Her score totaled and she had outscored Bucky by 50 points.

She stared at him and said, “This time, I’m beating you without your help.”

They played a few more games before switching to the basketball shooting game. Bucky must’ve played basketball at some point in his life because he made most of his shots. They continued wandering through the arcade, stopping to play games that interested them. Y/N spotted a photo booth across the way and took Bucky’s hand, pulling him behind the curtain.

Bucky fed his money into the machine and they browsed through the templates until they found one with stars around the border.

“Okay, silly pose first,” Y/N announced as she pressed the start button. She stuck her tongue out at the camera while Bucky gave her bunny ears and crossed his eyes. The second frame came quickly and they were captured in a candid transition to the next pose. The third frame they were ready for. As Y/N bared her pearly whites to the camera, Bucky placed his hand on her cheek and turned her toward him.

Before she even realized what was happening, Bucky leaned in and captured her lips with his. She initially froze but easily fell into the kiss, allowing his tongue access to her mouth. She placed her hand on his shoulder and he tightened his grip on her, not wanting to let go. They were interrupted by the sound of the photostrip printing out. Y/N pulled away and collected the photos, studying the two of them and how adorable the photos came out.

“I guess our time here is up,” he commented, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. Y/N poked her head out from behind the curtain to look around the arcade. There was no one else in sight, so she returned to the booth. “I think we can stay in here just a little longer,” she said, finding his lips again.

Giddy was the only word to describe her current mood. She had forgotten what it felt like to be giddy. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint the last time she felt this way, but she thought it was around the time she turned nine and had her birthday party at the roller rink.

As she walked back into her apartment building, with Bucky smiling by her side, she knew she’d remember this moment. Little did she know how quickly the mood would shift.

She was unlocking the door to her apartment when she heard that voice.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Zemo called, approaching the couple with Sam in his wake.

Bucky felt a chill go down his spine. He knew nothing good could come from this interaction.

“Hey guys,” Bucky said tensely, obviously not wanting to engage in conversation.

“We haven’t seen you around much, Barnes,” Zemo added.

“Been busy,” he said tersely.

“You’ve been spending time with our next door neighbor here and haven’t even bothered to swing by and say hi?”

Y/N was studying this interaction closely, sensing the tension in the air.

“Guess it just slipped my mind,” he retorted.

“Well, I have to commend you on the commitment,” Zemo smiled.

“Commitment?” Y/N questioned, looking at Bucky. He clenched his fist, highly considering knocking out his former friend just to get him to stop talking.

“Leave it man,” Sam said, nudging Zemo. But it only encouraged him more.

“Commitment to the bit,” Zemo said, looking right at Y/N this time. She returned his stare, trying to figure out what his angle was. She didn’t bite, but he elaborated anyway.

“Barnes here only asked you out because we dared him to.” His gaze shifted to Bucky and he said, “Job well done, by the way. It really looks like you’re interested in her. Would’ve fooled me.” And with that, Zemo walked off. Sam stood there and gave Bucky an apologetic look before he turned and followed his roommate.

Y/N stared up at Bucky and he was afraid to look down and meet your eye.

“So all of this was just a big joke to you?” she asked.

“Y/N, let me explain…”

“Fuck you,” she said, biting back tears. She walked into the apartment and slammed the door in his face. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to be strong. This was why she didn’t let people in. She couldn’t let herself get hurt.

“Fuck!” Bucky said, as he walked out of the apartment complex. He slammed his fist into the glass window next to the door. The glass shattered but remained intact, leaving a strangely beautiful web of broken shards. He studied his fist, not bothered by the pain, but he knew he needed to tend to his bleeding knuckles. He went home, trying to figure out how he would dig himself out of this one.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: okay so this one is really long, 4.1k words so strap in! I really hope it's a good one because it took me all afternoon to write it in between taking care of my kiddos. Hope you like it!!

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I wrapped the bed sheet tighter around my naked body as I sat up in bed to let Steve fill us in on what we missed from his solo interrogation of Daryl. Bucky was still loungin on the bed, vibranium hand rubbing circles on my lower back, in hopes to keep me calm incase Steve told us something I didn’t want to hear.

“So what did you find out?” I asked.

Steve remained standing, hands buried in his pockets. “Are you sure you want to know, Y/N?”

I nodded without hesitation. “I don’t care how bad it was. I need to know.”

“Daryl was the one that pulled the trigger on your parents.”

Bucky was now sitting up next to me and left a soft kiss on my shoulder when he felt my body tense at the news. The noises of the room around me faded, ears ringing with the news and I blinked back a few tears. There was a part of me that was relieved to finally know who killed my parents but I still needed to know why.

“He was hired by someone, he didn’t know who. Someone called him a few weeks ago with a day and time of when to do it and when the caller got the proof of your parents death then Daryl would get paid.”

My heart dropped. “Someone paid Daryl to kill my parents?”

Steve gave me a sorrowful smile. “Yeah except he never got paid. Turns out that Daryl fucked up and told a friend about what he did. I guess the caller found out and said that he wasn’t going to pay Daryl.”

A tear fell but I hastily wiped it away. “So my parents died for nothing?”

“Did Daryl ever find out who hired him?” Bucky questioned.

“Yeah but it was an alias.” Steve sighed. “But he found out where this guy lives and was actually going to head there tonight to get the money.”

I nodded. “Perfect, let's follow him there and figure it out ourselves.”

Steve’s body went rigid and gave Bucky a look, who understood immediately. I looked between the two men and let out an angry groan.

“Did you atleast get the fucking address before you killed him?” I asked.

Steve snorted with a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “I’m sad that you don’t have enough faith in me, Y/N.”

It was my turn to snort a laugh. “So, when do we leave?”

Bucky spoke while patting my lower back. “Why don’t we get dressed and we’ll meet downstairs to figure out a plan, okay?”

I nodded and he smiled, leaving a kiss on my forehead. “Take your time. We’ve got to do something with his body.”

“Let me guess, throw him to the bottom of the ocean with cinder blocks tied to his ankles?” I joked with a laugh.

However with the look on their faces, I realized that it was in fact not a joke. That was how they got rid of the bodies.

“I thought that was some kind of mob lore,” I admitted.

Bucky ignored me and simply nodded towards our closet.

“No peeking, Rogers,” I warned while clutching the sheet closer to me.

Steve made a big show of covering his eyes with his hands and even turned his back towards me for added measure.

“Aw come on, just a peak?” Steve teased.

With a light giggle, I darted across the room and heard Bucky let out a low whistle at my bare form.

“Bucky?” I gently knocked on the open door to his office.

Steve, Sam, and him were huddled together closely, muttering something to each other. It seized the second I walked in which earned them a raised brow.

“Am I interrupting?”

Bucky shook his head. “Not at all. We were thinking that maybe-.”

I held up my hand to silence him. “Don’t you even think about making me stay here. I’m coming whether you want me to or not.”

“Y/N, with what happened earlier, I don’t want you to go over the edge,” Bucky said.

I squinted my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I never wanted you to get involved in this. You’re too innocent-.”

My loud groan had now cut him off and I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t finish that sentence, Bucky.”

“All I’m saying is that I don't know what I would do if something happened to you.” Bucky shrugged.

I walked into his arms and left a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be fine. Especially since I’ve got two super soldiers and Sam watching my back.”

“Gee, thanks,” Sam retorted.

I merely smiled at him but then noticed a briefcase on the couch. It was closed but it didn’t need to be open in order to know what was in there.

“Why are you bringing the serum?” I asked.

Bucky tightened his grip around me. “Daryl also mentioned that whoever hired him knew about the serum. So Steve suggested we hide it somewhere that no one knows.”

“I know a place,” I offered as I opened the briefcase.

The bright blue liquid in the vials looked so small in the large case which made me wonder how it had such an effect on humans. I played with one carefully between my fingers.

“How do you guys ingest it? Drink it?” I questioned.

Steve took it from my hand, much to my protest, and placed it safely back into the case.

“It goes in through the bloodstream, the fastest way to take effect,” he informed me.

“Sam, why did you never take it?”

“It wasn't something I was interested in,” Sam admitted. “I’m more of a guy in the sky.”

I sat on the edge of Bucky’s desk, watching him make sure his handgun was loaded before placing it into the back of his waistband.

“Who were you going to give the serum to? To make your soldiers?” I wondered.

Bucky gave me a side eye. “Why so many questions? Are you interested?”

“Hell no. Even if I’m dying, don’t give it to me. I like the way I am.”

For the next several minutes, I watched as the three of them sorted through the array of weapons that Steve had pulled from the safe and when Bucky handed me a gun, I quickly shook my head.

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with it.”

He sighed while opting for a knife instead and he slid it into my back pocket, not before giving a hard squeeze to my ass.

Our eyes locked and my heart began to beat incredibly fast as I took in the way his eyes shone bright when he looked at me. The way the corners of his lips reached his eyes with his large smile.

The thought of how he twitches lightly in his sleep when he’s exhausted made my heart beat even faster. Or the way he would leave me notes throughout the house earlier on in my time here and he was busy with work so he couldn’t say those things in person.

My heart flipped when I remembered the one time we were laying in bed together and I was running my hand over the scars of where vibranium met skin. Bucky had been self conscious of it but I showed him how much I loved it by kissing every inch of those beautiful scars.

The realization of what all these feelings and thoughts meant slammed into me like a train.

Oh fuck.

“Ready?” I asked while clearing my throat, hoping he could read my mind with his super soldier powers.

Bucky responded with a firm kiss to my lips. “You don’t investigate on your own, okay? Stay with one of us the entire time.”

The worry that clouded his eyes made my stomach drop.

“Of course,” I gave him a reassuring smile.

With Sam leading, I followed him with Bucky and Steve behind me as we all piled into the large SVU. Steve and Sam were up front, that left Bucky and I in the back, who wasted no time in tucking his nose into my neck, working on a mark from earlier. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek in hopes to keep my moans silent but it nearly slipped out when I felt vibranium fingers ghost along the skin underneath my shirt.

“Bucky,” I whispered while looking towards the front of the car.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

My cheeks burned with a blush and forced him away from the skin of my neck to look into his eyes. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen tonight, if we were even going to find what we were looking for. But I needed him to know what had been weighing heavy on my mind for a while now.

His blue eyes bored deep into my own as I cupped his cheek to leave a kiss upon his plump lips. They tasted like the beer he had finished before we left, some sort of liquid courage. No matter how many times we kissed, it felt the same; like they were made and molded for each other.

We slowly pulled away and rested our foreheads against each other.

“Bucky?”

He hummed.

“I know it’s been a rough start with our marriage but I wanted to say thank you for everything you’ve done for me the last couple months. You’ve been a great husband, given the circumstances.”

Bucky smiled. “Anything for you, doll. I hope after everything we can have some sense of normalcy.”

“I hope so too,” I agreed.

My head rested against his shoulder as his vibranium fingers slipped with mine and brought my rings to his lip to leave a soft kiss to it.

There was a buzz coming from my coat pocket and I stared at my phone with a puzzled look.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

I gave him a slight shrug. “It’s John. He sent me this weird text.”

The truth will be known soon. Too bad it had to be this way.

Bright lights shined from outside the car, behind Bucky, and there was no chance for me to warn him as a truck slammed into us, my screams being drowned out by the sound of metal scraping along the pavement and glass shattering. The force from the truck had sent our car rolling a few times and I felt my body being thrown around in the back before I smacked my head against the headrest of Steve’s seat, darkness encased me.

A cold wave washed over me as I awoke with a loud gasp for air, water dripping from my now soaked hair. I blinked a few times, trying to gain my surroundings but as I tried to stand, I realized that I was tied to a chair.

“What the fuck?” I cursed, thrashing against it.

I gazed around the dark room in hopes I could see where I was or who threw a bucket of cold water on me.

“Sorry for the water. I had to wake you up somehow.”

My head whipped around so quickly a loud hiss fell from my lips, suddenly remembering how hard I had smacked it in the car accident.

Oh, Bucky.

“Where’s Bucky?” I asked the unknown voice.

A dark chuckle echoed before the light finally turned on, my captor now becoming clear.

“He’s a bit busy right now.”

I scoffed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Walker.”

John smirked. “I was starting to wonder if you ever found out it was me.”

The sound of metal scrapping echoed in the room as he dragged a chair in front of me. I stared at him for a few moments, tilting my head to the side. But when it all started to finally click into place, I thrashed in my chair in hopes to reach him.

“Try all you want, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere. The chair is chained to the ground and you're handcuffed,” John informed me.

“You crashed into us, to what? Kidnap me?” I wondered.

He shrugged. “It was the only way to get you alone.”

“For what?”

John leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “I tried to warn you, Y/N. But you wouldn’t listen.”

I looked at him bewailed. “Warn me about what?”

“Bucky!” John yelled. “He doesn't deserve you!”

I laughed dryly. “You’re still hung up on me. Christ, we dated for two months.”

John pushed himself out of the chair and yanked my head up towards him by the ends of my hair. I bit my lip to keep the scream in my throat.

“Bucky isn’t who he says he is. He’s been lying to you.”

I did my best to shake my head in his grasp. “Jealousy always looks terrible on you.”

John ran a hand over his face and reluctantly let me go to sit in his previous spot.

“Did he tell you the truth about your dad?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

While he leaned back into the chair, John wore an amused expression.

“Your dad was never in the army, Y/N. He ran his own mob gang for years in the eighties before you were born.”

“You’re lying,” I shook my head.

John continued. “Your dad and Bucky’s dad were rivals, both of them ran their business on the same block.”

“Bucky’s dad died in the army,” I informed him.

John laughed. “Is that what he told you?”

My shoulders slumped as I began to question what John had been telling me. Every time I tried to ask my dad what he did in the army, he would never talk about it. I only thought it was because he didn’t want to remember his time there. Not because he was lying about who he was.

I didn’t want to believe that Bucky was lying but with his track record of keeping things from me, I couldn’t help but question it.

“Do you know the real reason why you two are married?” John questioned.

I merely shook my head. “I’m guessing you’ll tell me.”

He ran a finger down my cheek and my body shook with disgust.

“It was shortly after you were born. Bucky’s dad and your dad were in a shootout where your dad was seriously hurt. He begged for his life, for mercy. In order for his life, he promised yours to Bucky when you two were of age.”

My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach and I felt the room begin to spin. There was no way my dad would give up my life to a complete stranger, his rival's son, so he could live?

But I knew it couldn’t be that far fetched as I was making it out to be. Even if he told me it was for a different reason, he did arrange this marriage.

“You’re lying,” my bottom lip trembled.

John lifted my chin in order to look into his eyes. “The worst part? Bucky knew this and he was the one that reached out to your dad to remind him of the deal. Your dad was hoping that the Barnes’ forgot.”

I yanked my face from his grasp. “I don’t believe you.”

John sighed before typing something away in his phone and showed me the screen. My eyes scanned the email and felt my heart break into a bunch of tiny pieces when I realized that John had been telling the truth.

Bucky had sent an email to my dad earlier in the year about the deal between our dads and that he was “cashing in” on it now. I needed to be married to him within the next six months or he would come and do what his father should have done all those years ago.

Tears pooled in the corner of my eyes and when I squeezed them shut, the tears fell and I could taste the salt from them on my lips.

“He lied to you, Y/N. Now he has to pay.”

The door to the room was kicked open as four men were dragging in a man on his knees. I let out a choked sob when I noticed the man was Bucky, who seemed to be out of it.

“Bucky,” my voice cracked.

Almost upon hearing it, Bucky looked up with angry eyes when he saw my current state. He was quick on his feet to save me but one of John’s men kicked him behind the knee, knocking Bucky back down. They all held him down, hoping he wouldn’t be a match to the four of them with the serum running through his viens.

John was standing behind me and I let out a scream when I felt his fingers through my hair yet again, yanking my head up at the ceiling. I looked at him upside down.

“Where is it?” He asked.

“Where’s what?”

John sighed. “I’m in no mood, Y/N. Where is the serum?”

My lips parted as I stared up at him, everything started to fall into place. “You’ve been the one looking for the serum?”

“Where is it?” John ignored me.

“Screw you,” I seethed.

Another scream erupted from my throat when I felt John’s knuckles slam into my eye, blood pooled to the floor almost instantly. I had been yanked up to face him yet again.

Even if I couldn’t see, I knew Bucky had been trying his best to fight against the men constricting him.

“I didn’t want to do that but you’re not telling me the truth. You know I hate being lied to.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I spat.

This time John’s knuckles met with my mouth and it was filled with the taste of copper. His fingers gripped my throat and began cutting off my oxygen as he looked at me with hatred in his eyes.

“Where’s the serum!?” he screamed.

I spat the blood from my mouth into his face in response.

John groweld in anger and snatched the gun from his pocket, forcing the barrel of it in my mouth. My body shook with fear as I felt the cold metal burry deeper into my throat.

“You son of a bitch!” Bucky sneered. “I’m going to kill you!”

Tears fell from my eyes when John cocked the gun and I knew that this was the end, I was going to die.

“Boss, we found it!”

My lungs filled with oxygen when John removed the gun from my mouth and I gasped.

John smiled in victory as he was handed the serum that had been prepped in a syringe. His gaze bounced between Bucky and I, a disgusting, sinister smile crawling on his features.

“Your parents died holding onto the serum's whereabouts. They claimed they didn’t know what Daryl was talking about. I told him to shoot them anyway.”

If my whole world had not crashed down before, now it was buried deep into the pits of hell.

“You were the one that hired Daryl?”

John shrugged, as if the mention of the kids name disgusted him. “I should have been the one to pull the trigger. Would have saved me the headache of covering the paper trail back to me.”

“You son of a bitch!” my voice screeched as I kicked and screamed, trying my best to reach him. “I’m going to kill you!”

“You know,” John stared with wonder at the serum. “I was going to use this on me but I suddenly had a better idea.”

He looked at the men holding Bucky down. “Where are the other two?”

Steve and Sam.

“They’re locked up in the basement, sir.”

John nodded. “Good.”

He then turned his attention back to me. “I hear that you would rather die than have the serum running through your blood. Such a shame, really. What I would give to have this. But what I’m about to do will bring me the same satisfaction.”

I looked with wild eyes towards Bucky when it became clear what John was about to do.

“Doll, it’s alright.” Bucky tried to ease my worries.

“Bucky,” I wailed. “I don’t want this.”

“I know. It’s okay. I’ll take care of it.”

His words meant nothing as I felt the sharp end of the needle protrude my skin, the blue liquid disappearing into my veins. My vision had become hazy but yet clear and the strength I had filled me was almost too much and my head fell back as I lost consciousness for a moment.

“Too bad your husband won't be alive to see the outcome of his greatest invention,” John snickered.

With a gut wrenching scream, I broke free from my handcuffs, the effects of the serum working instantly. Bucky took this as an opportunity to break free from his captors and I fought them off with him.

The power I felt surging through me was nothing I had ever felt. While it made my skin crawl with revulsion, I couldn’t ignore the ecstasy I had felt.

We had been so engrossed in fighting off the men that neither of us saw John scurry out of the room, dropping his gun onto the floor in the process.

Once the men lay at our feet and I had come down from this new high, everything that I had been told by John was at the forefront of my mind.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Bucky tried to reach for me.

I pushed him away, fresh tears falling from my face. “Did you know?”

He shook his head. “I had no idea he was going to inject you with it.”

“No!” I sneered. “Did you know about the deal my dad made with yours in order to save his life? The deal that you were cashing in on?!”

Bucky stumbled over his feet and swallowed the large lump in his throat. His mouth mimicked a fish out of water as he did his best to think of what to say.

“Y/N, whatever John told you was a lie,” Bucky defended.

In one swift movement, I had John’s gun gripped in my shaking hands. The barrel was pointed directly at Bucky, who stared at me with disbelief.

“Doll, put the gun down,” he ordered with hands raised.

I had started to sob, tears mixing with the blood from the wound on my eye and lip, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably.

“What was I to you? Someone to have just to fuck with?” I wondered.

Bucky shook his head. “Never. I never thought of you that way.”

“Then why did you send that email to my dad?!”

He had never been more confused. “What email are you talking about?”

“Stop lying to me!” I ordered, forcing the gun closer to him. “Did you know about this deal?”

With a deep breath, Bucky nodded. “My dad told me about it before he died. I didn’t want this, Y/N. But in order to keep my position in the mob, I had to.”

I scoffed. “So that’s all I was? A way to keep your power?”

“I thought so but not anymore. Y/N, I don’t think of you like that. From the moment you came into my life, I had been enamored with you. I couldn’t keep my mind off of you.”

“ENOUGH!” I sobbed while holding the gun tighter in my hands. “Stop lying to me!”

My mind had swirled with so many different emotions that I was afraid with one wrong word, my finger would pull the trigger.

Bucky’s hand fell to his side and had no emotion on his face.

“Fine. If that’s how you feel then shoot me,” he shrugged.

Through the tears, his face had become blurry and I didn’t know what to think. John could have been lying to me just to get between Bucky and I.

Or John could have been telling the truth. I had to be inclined to believe it considering Bucky had lied to me before.

My finger had bounced from on the trigger to off many times, weighing the decision.

Flash images of Bucky and I together last month clouded my vision and the gun dropped slightly when it all became clear.

I was in love with Bucky.

But it didn’t matter; he still lied to me. And this time may be the last time I forgave him for it.

The sudden noise of a loud gunshot bounced off the walls of the tiny room.

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan

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Hangover- J.S Part 2

part one here

@pono-pura-vida here you go ;)

Warnings: cursing, Jake being a simp, Jake liking mean women, finally possibly getting somewhere???

in which Jake likes mean women.

It was another day of training, everything going according to schedule…until 15 minutes ago.

You were up in the air with Hangman doing a training exercise when he about made you both crash. Once landed, you stormed out of the cockpit over to him, steam coming out of your ears.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” You walked up to him and shoved his shoulders. “Do you even have any idea how reckless that was? How stupid are you??”

He just stood there and smiled as you yelled at him. “Is your brain that fucking small that you can’t even answer me? Explain yourself!!” He let out a small laugh which only made you see red. “Fuck you Seresin.” Just as you were walking away, Natasha walked up to the scene going down.

“Hangman, what was that today? What is going on with you?”

“She is amazing.”

“You must’ve hit your head.” She shook her head, letting out a sigh. “What is the reason for your obsession over her? She’s nothing but a bitch to you?”

“She’ll turn around one day. I’ll get her to marry me.” He just stared off into the distance at you. You were still clearly angry, arms flailing as you spoke to Rooster.

—

This routine went on for weeks. Hangman would do anything just to get you to speak to him. He didn’t care if the words out of your mouth were insulting or that you were yelling at him. He just liked to hear you speak to him. It gave him time to stare at your eyes and study your facial expressions. He was utterly obsessed with you and was determined to put a ring on it.

“You know what Jake? I’m done flying with you. All you ever do is try to get everyone in the sky with you killed. Congratulations-“ your words were coming in one ear and out the other. He had no clue all he had done was drive you further away with his actions, that today had been your breaking point. He was just so busy watching the way your eyebrows furrowed as you spoke, the way your nose scrunched. As he watched you walk away, he had no idea it would be for the last time.

—

The next morning, Hangman came into training and noticed one seat was empty. Confused he sat next to Rooster, asking “Who’s missing? There’s usually only one empty seat when I get here, not two.”

Rooster looked up at Hangman and took a breathe, trying to find the words. “C/S left yesterday. Resigned from the whole mission. Went back to her duty station in Europe.”

“But why would-“ Before he could finish that sentence, the realization hit him like a truck. He was the reason you left. All of his stupid games and actions to get your attention actually only drove you to leave. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, she was one of our best chances at completing this mission, and now she’s gone.” Rooster nodded, letting Hangman piece it together on his own.

—

No one had heard from or seen you in years. Then again, no one really noticed.

Except for Jake. He was counting the days until he saw you again, waiting to spot you somewhere or find you in a crowd.

He waited and waited to meet your eyes again, to hear your voice. But, he’s given up hope after 1,276 days of nothing.

That was until he was sitting in the Hard Deck waiting his turn in pool when the front door swung open and there you stood. He heart stopped for a second as he adjusted to reality. It had been over 3 years since he saw you and you looked beautiful. He watched as you looked over and beelined for Natasha and Bradley. He wanted you to come over by him. He wanted to ask you why you were here, how you’d been. He wanted to apologize for what he did that day years ago. For what he did to you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Jake watched diligently as you made your rounds to each person you knew in the bar, hoping you’d eventually come see him. He didn’t expect you to, knowing your hatred for him, but he held onto some hope.

Eventually you walked in his direction, eyes on Javy, who stood next to Jake. “Hey Jav, how are ya old man? How’s the wife?” Jake wondered to himself how you knew about Javy’s new wife. They just married last year and no one’s heard from you since the mission.

“She’s good, she’s 2 months along now with our little baby to be. We’re doing great.” You smiled at Javy’s response and Jake about melted. It was a gorgeous site. “What’re you doing out here though? I feel like you’re presence is unexpected.” Javy laughed as you sighed dramatically.

“I thought Rooster told everyone!” You titled your head to the side before looking past Jake to try to find Bradley, but to no avail you returned your gaze to Javy. “How do you not know? Jake do you know?” It took Jake a moment to realize you spoke to him. He brain fogged as your eyes landed on his.

“I-no, I don’t.” He stuttered before you pursed your lips and continued your conversation with Javy. He listened in as he cursed himself for being so awkward. He listened as you explained your stationed here for training for a couple of months before you go to your next duty station in Japan.

Curiousity was eating at Jake all night, wanting to ask you every question in the book. He wanted to know how you felt about him after all these years. The bar had died down a bit and people were starting to shuffle out, so he thought it was now or never.

“Hey, Y/N?” Jake spoke up, clearing his throat as you turned and hummed in response. “It’s been awhile, how are you?”

You fully turned to face him, telling the man you’d been talking to ‘to have a great night’, finally giving Jake your full attention. “I’ve been alright, you?”

Jake tried to read your body language and expression but couldn’t, absolutely clueless to if you were genuinely wanting to talk to him, or if it was simply a formality to you. “I’m okay, still stuck here. I’m a Top Gun instructor now.” He shrugged, trying to make conversation.

“Really? That’s why I’m here. I’m filling in for Lt. Hall while she’s on maternity leave. I’m only here until she returns.”

Jake thought he was going to pass out. “Wow.”

“Yeah, looks like we’re going to be working together again.” You’re expression deadpanned as you said that. You looked down and bit your bottom lip, remembering what happened last time.

“Looks like it. I promise not to be a jerk this time. I’m really sorry for how everything went down with the Uranium mission.” It came out faster than Jake could comprehend.

You stood there in shock, silent. You both stood for a moment in an awkward silence before your mouth opened and shut again. Jake thought to just walk away but then you spoke up. “What happened back then was really messed up. I almost got dishonorably discharged because of you. When I told Cyclone that I was dropping out, he tried to hit me with a ‘refusal of orders’. I had to face disciplinary actions out in Europe before they sent me here. I was grounded for that whole period of time. I haven’t flown a plane since that day.”

“I’m so sorry I-“

“No,” you interrupted him. “I hated you. You were cocky, ignorant and reckless. You were immature and it just wasn’t fair. You were labeled as one of the best pilots in the Navy but yet carried yourself in such a horrible way. I worked my ass of my entire career to be the best and carried myself with a positive attitude and never met the standards held for me by my chain of command. It was infuriating!” You finally looked at him again and Jake’s heart was going to burst. “I just wanted to be good enough and I never was, yet you never had to lift a finger and had people praising you left and right.”

“You know I was only like that because I’m in love with you, right?”

“Shut up Seresin. I’m not doing this right now. I just poured my heart out to you and you’re gonna pull that card? Don’t pretend.” There’s the switch he was hoping wouldn’t come.

“I’m not lying to you. I did all of those things to get your attention.” He was pleaded now.

“Is this the new game? Play with my emotions?” He didn’t know what happened. One second you were both pleasant with each other and apologizing and showing emotions and now you’ve turned out of nowhere.

“I don’t know what happened. Do you really not believe me?”

You shook your head, grabbing your purse off the bar and paying your tab. You turned to look at him one more time before saying, “I’m not sure what to believe.” He could hear pain in your voice before you sighed and added. “Fuck you for screwing with me.” With that you walked off and Jake was left standing there, lost with no idea what to do. He has no clue what happened for you to switch so fast on him.

Did you think he was lying? Why would he make such a thing up? “Hey man, you okay?” Rooster put a hand on Hangman’s shoulder as he followed his gaze to the door where the last of you disappeared from his sight. “Still the same old C/S?”

“Yeah, but I’m still marrying that woman.” Jake sighed as he shook his head, planning out what he’d say to you on Monday, but then he thought of something better. “Rooster?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you happen to know where she’s staying?”

#jake seresin #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun rooster #top gun au #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Okay, lovelies! I have two weeks holiday coming up. I’m not going anywhere (apart from days out with the child) and I’m planning to get a load of challenges fics done.

However, to break me from the monotony of the same characters I’m asking you lot to send me through prompts/requests for Marvel characters who ARE NOT Steve and Bucky. Yes, we love them, but I’ve got a lot planned for them coming up.

The Rules!

Requests for this specific Inspire me! Event are open for all of 20th and 21st May. I will fill requests as and when I can over the next two(ish) weeks

You can request any Marvel character(s) you know I wrote for, except Steve and Bucky (I’m such a meanie)- you’re not limited to those in the banner.

Send me as big or small a prompt as you like. Combo characters if you want. Ships and X reader. Gen, fluff, angst, smut and dark. (No underage, scat, bestiality or incest). Canon adjacent or AU.

Your request can be for a new story or a continuation of one of my previous one shots.

You must be over 18 to make a request.

Credits for the edits in the banner are;

@larygo for the Loki edit

@nixxie-fic (now deactivated) for the Dr Strange edit

Lasahido on Deviant art for the Thor edit

Tagging some beauts: @jobean12-blog @sidepartskinnyjeans @flordeamatista @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @doasyoudesireandlive @writing-for-marvel @wheezy-stucky @goldylions @peaches1958 @pono-pura-vida @navybrat817 @sgt-seabass @jadedvibes @lfnr-blog-blog-blog @targaryenvampireslayer

#writing challenge #fic requests #marvel fiction #iron man #black widow #Sam Wilson #bruce banner #valkyrie #m’baku #doctor stephen strange #loki #thor #frank castle

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syncmindaudio · 1 year

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The Principles of Life of Hawaiian Kahuna

The word “Kahuna” means “secret”, and the entire philosophy is based on the idea that we all collaborate with the universe to create our own reality; through our unique structure of beliefs, our thoughts, our emotions, and the way we interpret events around us. Huna shows a way to spiritual harmony, self-realization, and a holistic attitude to life. It helps to positively change our self-perception, develop our potential, and promote our satisfaction, our productivity, and our creativity. Mastering the skills associated with Huna allows you to create your own reality consciously.

The Principles of Life of Kahuna

The world is what you think it is - Whatever you believe in, you will manifest. Our patterns of thinking and perception determine how we create our own reality. — IKE

There are no limits, everything is possible - There are no limits to a prosperous life filled with success and happiness except the boundaries we create in our minds. — KALA

Energy flows where attention goes — If you try to understand how to focus better on the essentials, you can achieve unexpected things. — MAKIA

Now is the moment of power — MANAWA

To love is to be happy with — Love refers to a powerful way to resolve any problem, accomplish any goal, and achieve any higher state of mind or body you desire. When we radiate love outwards, we receive acceptance and love from others. — ALOHA

All power comes from within — MANA

Effectiveness is the measure of truth — PONO

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princessmeepa · 2 months

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Can you tell the difference game from mine version or LO/RS ver

Note that I do not own the characters from the Greek Myth, I was doing this for fun.

My Charon: Note this is an old art of her that I drawn her, when I was 15

Charon is a is the ferryman who transports the dead across the river Acheron to the underworld, he is the son of Erebus and Nyx and brother of Thanatos and Hypnos, of Moros, Keres, Momus, Oizys, Hesperides, Moirai, Nemesis, Apate, Philotes, Geras, Eris, Styx, Dolos, Ponos, Euphrosyne, Epiphron, Continentia, Petulantia, Misericordia and Pertinacia.

Likes: his boat, his job, his family, coins/obolos and alone time.

Dislikes: drama, fake coins/obolos and people keep taking his boat.

Friends/Allies: Thanatos, Hypnos, Hermes, his siblings and Hades.

Enemies: pretty much nobody, except for Theseus who can’t even give him coins/obolos, because he is too cheap or he keeps complaining wants a super fancy cruise ship to go to the underworld.

Personality: he can be quiet sometimes, but he can be cheerful and up beat when you get to know, but don’t take his boat, because he can kill you if you did.

LO Charon

Return The Slab or stuffer my cruse

King Ramses is that you?

#anti lore olympus #anti lo

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abookishdreamer · 6 months

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Character Intro: Porus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nickname- Po by his family

Age- 34 (immortal)

Location- Shadowstone neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- He's an introverted idealist who thrives on creative ingenuity. He's also brilliant, resourceful, & is constantly inspired by new ideas. He's married.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of resourcefulness his other powers/abilities include enhanced craftsmanship, supertasking, thought acceleration, limited pyrokinesis, pathway generation, & hypercompetence.

Porus resides at a townhouse in the Shadowstone neighborhood of New Olympus. He lives with his wife Penia (goddess of poverty) and her sister Ptocheia (goddess of beggary). He takes pride in the fact that he built most of the furniture (except for the china- it was bought at A Hearth Design furniture store during a super sale) as well as the large self-organizing mahogany closet in his bedroom. He often finds thrown out glass jars in recycle bins in the city which then become reused to store obol coins.

Other members of his immediate family includes his older brother Ponos (god of hard labor & toil), and his mother-in-law Amechania (goddess of helplessness & want).

Porus will almost always start off the mornings early with a bike ride through the city. He'll sometimes go for a walk through Eaglepoint Park with his wife if she's up early too.

Go-to drinks for him include water, ginger ale, beer, orange juice, iced tea, & earl grey tea. He also doesn't mind red wine. His usuals from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized roast coffee and a large iced green tea.

Porus designed and made the saddle (using leather from an old railway car) for his brother's dragon Shadowsteel.

There's always loose change in his pockets.

Porus always has his beloved notebook with him, where he's writing down & drawing new invention ideas.

He enjoys slices of toasted wheat bread topped with butter and honey. He also likes his wife's rizogalo and scrambled eggs (added with tomatoes, spinach, & feta cheese) along with his sister-in-law's blueberry oatmeal muffins.

Porus and his wife are still newlyweds having been married for a little over a year. He fondly remembers the moment her intense dark amber hued eyes met his at a council meeting in New Olympus City Hall. He quickly admired her intelligence and tenacity. Porus had asked for her mother's blessing twice- when her asked her out on a date & when he proposed. Porus even forged their own wedding bands.

A guilty pleasure of his are the 20 chicken nuggets from Olympic Chef. He eats them without any dipping sauce.

His favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is a grilled chicken sandwich along with a green bean salad (topped with toasted almonds & feta cheese).

Porus' main job is as an inventor. Some of his products (like the self-organizing closets) are sold at The Lumber Shed, a home appliance store. He's also working with iCHOR Tech to design and develop their latest smartwatch. Another of his inventions littered throughout the city are the touch screen parking meters.

His favorite frozen treat ia a plain vanilla sundae topped with crushed gingerbread cookies & vanilla brownie pieces from The Frozen Spoon.

Even though he cares for his sister-in-law, Porus does feel that it's long overdue for Ptocheia to begin living independently. Most times when he tries spending time with his wife or going out with her, it becomes a third wheel affair. Never mind that it's always uncomfortable for Porus to initiate intimate contact with Penia- the fact that her sister is a floor below being at the forefront of his mind. He often vents his frustrations to his friends and brother.

In the pantheon he's friends with Ktesios (god of the household), Neicus (god of debate & appeal), Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest), Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Axiótimos (god of honor), Kópros (god of manure & excrement), and Corymbus (Cory) (god of the ivy). Outside the pantheon, Porus has many friends who are cyclops!

His all time favorite meal is his wife's balsamic pasta salad.

In his free time Porus enjoys spending time in his workshop, reading, blacksmithing, chess, doing crossword puzzles, bowling, yoga, playing pool, drawing, fencing, doing puzzles, bike riding, and playing various card games.

"It's not the lack of resources that causes failure, it's the lack of resourcefulness that causes failure."

#my oc #oc character #my character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek pantheon #greek mythology

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elaborate on phono vs. dasli?

look dasli has been the best uber in the game for years at this point. 12k base dps at lvl 30 with surge, insane survivability, we all know the routine. phono is a really good superbackliner but lacks nearly all the immunities, large area insane dps (his insane dps is in a tiny area and the space around it is his average dps), and his only real advantage is that ponos made an entire class of enemies to beat dasli and then centered the game around them and she's STILL the best uber in the game bc not every behemoth is surge immune and not every LZ stage will have behemoths (just like not every UL stage has relics). phono is the new kid on the block, and as his meta develops, he might become the best uber in the game, but as for now, he's like third best? maybe? behind dasli and balrog

tl;dr: dasli > phono bc phono lacks immunities, has a weird multi-hit and odd LD, and dasli has better dps in like every situation (except when she gets outranged but c'mon 400 range is crazy)

#battle cats

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freehawaii · 9 days

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KE AUPUNI UPDATE - MAY 2024

Empty Apologies… On January 17, 1993, coinciding with the solemn observance of the 100th anniversary of the overthrow of the Hawaiian Kingdom, the United Church of Christ (UCC) formally apologized for the role that its leaders played in the overthrow of the Hawaiian Kingdom in 1893. The apology was publicly announced and presented by representatives of the national leadership of the UCC. That apology prompted the Hawaii delegation to the US Congress to convince their colleagues to pass a Joint Resolution of Congress that was signed into law as US Public Law 103-150 by US President William Jefferson Clinton on November 23, 1993. By this public law the US also apologized for its involvement in the overthrow of the Hawaiian Kingdom in 1893. What has become of these high profile public apologies? The UMC Apology was followed a year later with pledges of millions in money and property as compensation from the UCC to the Hawaiian people for the wrongful act. The US Apology pledged to initiate reconciliation between the US and the native Hawaiians who suffered the consequences of the wrongful taking of their nation. In the 31 years since the issuance of these apologies, there has been no measurable or noticeable movement toward reconciliation. In fact conditions have grown worse. The US and the UCC have demonstrated by their inaction not only lack of follow-through but no intention of ever correcting the wrongs they admitted they committed. Years ago, a friend said to me, “The trouble with people today is they think… if we say it; we have done it!” This is so true. Apologies today mean nothing as people do not seem to think they need to do anything to repair a wrong or offense. No acts of repentance, no making things pono. Just say sorry, then move on. In April, a resolution was adopted by the General conference of the United Methodist Church (UMC) apologizing for the role its pastors and churches of that denomination played in the overthrow of the Hawaiian Kingdom in 1893 and after. Announcement of this recent apology by the UMC is pending. The resolution calls for “Acts of Repentance.” Will this prove to be sincere? Or will it go the way of the UCC’s “compensation” and the US’ “reconciliation”? Hopefully, this will not be another empty apology that makes no difference except to give self-serving offenders a platform to absolve themselves of their own guilt and move on. Insincere apologies are not only empty words. When issued with no effort to repair the wrong, they are insulting and more offensive to those to whom the apologies are addressed… and to all fair minded people in this world.

“Love of country is deep-seated in the breast of every Hawaiian, whatever his station.” — Queen Liliʻuokalani ---------- Ua mau ke ea o ka ʻāina i ka pono. The sovereignty of the land is perpetuated in righteousness. ------ For the latest news and developments about our progress at the United Nations in both New York and Geneva, tune in to Free Hawaii News at 6 PM the first Friday of each month on ʻŌlelo Television, Channel 53. ------ "And remember, for the latest updates and information about the Hawaiian Kingdom check out the twice-a-month Ke Aupuni Updates published online on Facebook and other social media." PLEASE KŌKUA… Your kōkua, large or small, is vital to this effort... To contribute, go to: • GoFundMe – CAMPAIGN TO FREE HAWAII • PayPal – use account email: [email protected] • Other – To contribute in other ways (airline miles, travel vouchers, volunteer services, etc...) email us at: [email protected] All proceeds are used to help the cause. MAHALO! Malama Pono,

Leon Siu

Hawaiian National

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slightly-unsure-buryatwoman · 6 months

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Hi, there! Like your art of tnbc. Love your characters Phobos, Deimos and Pono. Do you have more info of them?

Hello, thank you very much for your nice words. And I am very pleased to hear that you are interested in my characters. I can give you some information about them:

Pono is generally a non-conflict child, he just doesn’t have any friends besides Phobos and Deimos, that’s why he’s friends with them. He loves sweets very much and gets very upset if P&D eat without him. During pranks, Pono does not often participate, he stands on guard more so that no one catches them

If you can come to an agreement with Deimos, and he may not offend you, and even become friends, then this will not work with Phobos. She generally doesn't trust anyone except her brother. She's a walking chaos best avoided

I will try to draw them more often in the future (and not only them)

#frauella #frau ella #ask me #fankids #next gen

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Pinky

Bucky x Reader, Avengers

This was ADORABLE, thank you for this. i love it so much (also might revisit this, I have a soft spot for holding pinkies)

The tiktoks in question:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSRaSbgfw/

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSRaSXeHT/

Warnings: FLUFFF, reader is a little anxious

Word count: 555

Your leg wouldn’t stop shaking, your anxiety growing as the meeting in the conference room continued to drone on. You were usually able to control your nerves but toady your focus was off and you just wanted to go back to your room and sleep. Your fingers were itching to slip into Bucky’s hand, his touch always grounded you and he felt like home. His hand was resting on his thigh, mere millimeters from yours, if you could just…

Except you couldn’t.

Dating fellow teammates were strictly against the rules and while that ship had sailed, you had to keep it under wraps, the last thing you needed was him getting in trouble. You swallowed thickly, picking at the material of your tactical pants, your eye darting around the room and back to his hand, your pinky just grazing his before pulling away. You couldn’t risk it.

Bucky noticed your shifting, he could feel the heat radiating off your body. He noticed the way you anxiously looked around the room, the way your hands were twitching, inching closer and closer to his. He chuckled on the inside, feeling your pinky graze his as you nervously bit your lip, trying to calm yourself down with the tiniest bit of touch.

Bucky smiled softly, his precious babydoll. He moved his hand a little closer, his larger hand grasping onto your pinky, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You visibly relaxed, your jaw unclenched and muscles less tensed as you sat back in your chair. Bucky squeezed your pinky three times; his way of saying I love you when he couldn’t say it out loud. You wiggled your pinky a little, signaling you loved him back. You let out the breath you were unknowingly holding, all your anxieties melting away even with the littlest hold. That’s all you needed. Just a little bit of Bucky.

Bonus scene:

Sam groaned, irritated he dropped his pen, reluctantly reaching under the table to grab it. Until. What in the fuck. No way. No fucking way. * click *

Sam Wilson created a new group

Sam Wilson sent a picture

Sam: Ya’ll. Look at this.

Steve: OMG

Clint: LOL

Peter: Are they holding Pinky’s?!

Tony: Capsicle knows what OMG means?

Steve: -___- Nat: OMG That’s so cute!!!

Tony: That’s why he’s blushing so much

Sam: Look at the way he’s trying to stop smiling

Tony: I mean how long did they think they could hide it

Sam: You knew?!

Steve: He told me the day he saw her

Tony: Was pretty obvious, this just confirms it

Nat: I thought we all knew but just didn’t say anything?

Sam: None of you thought to tell me?

Sam: Hello?

Sam: …

Fury continued to go over the mission details, while Bucky held onto your pink from under the table. Fury narrowed his eyes at the team, who all had shit eating grins on their faces, snickering at each other, a stark different from the dazed love struck look you and Bucky had.

Fury rolled his eyes, more annoyed your antics were causing the rest of the team to be distracted more than anything, your relationship was old news to him anyway. He huffed, throwing his filed on the tables before shooting the team a pointed look, then turning to Bucky.

“Agent Barnes, will you please stop holding y/l/n’s pinky under the table”

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I'm FINALLY on my 1st reread of Nona. (That is, my second read.) I have read GTN and HTN three times each, by this point.

I have read the short stories/novellas.

THINGS ARE MAKING SO MUCH MORE SENSE HOLY SHIT.

It's like. The first time I read it I felt like I was high the entire time - and I suppose that's right because we're looking at the world through Nona's eyes and she doesn't know SHIT except her own innocent and context-less perceptions. Except sometimes she's far more perceptive than anyone, including Nona, realizes.

I'm realizing that the kids' names aren't probably literally "Born in the Morning" in English or whatever their common language is now. That "Hot Sauce" is probably actually called some 10,000-years-in-the-future version of "Sriracha" or "Cholula". "Honesty" could be "Verity" or "Pono".

That Nona sees the heart of things and reports them faithfully to us but we don't have enough context, because Nona doesn't.

#I know I'm late to the party #but it's one of those things you don't realize until you REALIZE #I love books that change upon multiple readings

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stillsaltyaboutmcr · 1 year

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Hangover J.S- Part 3

Find chapters 1 and 2 here

I finally found the effort to rewrite this part because originally i had it written andddd tumblr deleted it

soooo PLEASE READ BELOW

I really contemplated if I was even going to post this or go with this storyline. It’s just such a touchy subject and such a dark one at that. It’s horrible what people go through in their own homes and I didn’t want to post this originally on fear of upsetting anyone, but at the same time, maybe this can bring light to an evergoing problem and hopefully the resources I attached might spur someone on to think about reaching out for help.

If this is not well received, I have a plan B for a storyline that isn’t as dark, so please comment your thoughts, good or bad. Thank you for taking the time to read all of this pre-story information.

I love you all dearly, stay safe and don’t be afraid to reach out to me. I am always here for anyone of you need to talk. 🤍

This chapter is kind of heavy, it’s a deep dive into why the reader is the way they are. Please please PLEASE read the warnings before continuing on. This chapter is NOT MANDATORY to read due to the darker story line i chose to go with.

Warnings: Mentions and scenes of DV, mentions of cheating accusations, a lot of fighting, yelling, cussing, mentions of mental illnesses and SH!! Please read at your own discretion.

Warning (but not really): Jake being really protective and sweet over you despite you still hating him, it’s kinda adorable (towards the very end)

If you or someone you know is dealing with DV or SH, please use these resources below to seek help, it’s never too late.

DV Hotline: 800-799-7233

SH/Su!cide Hotline: 988

Please reach out and seek help. Talk to someone, whether it be a friend, family member or someone you trust. Stay safe, I love you all. :)

On with the story….

Taglist: @pono-pura-vida @cosima289 @startrekfangirl2233

Rooster took some convincing before Jake was able to pry your address from him. He was determined to apologize for upsetting you. He loved you and wanted nothing but to see you happy, especially if he could make you happy. The drive to your house was tense. He kept trying to figure out if he should just turn around and go home. Maybe, he thought, it would be weird for him to just magically pull up to your driveway late in the night to apologize for his behavior at the bar. Watching you walk out so upset made his heart shatter and he wanted to make up for it.

He thought over what he might say about a million times, or maybe you weren’t even awake anymore. He couldn’t dare wake you up this late.

Finally he decided, he check of the lights were on, and if you were even home.

Pulling up to your house, he noticed your car, and a truck that he knew deep down wasn’t yours. Were you staying with a friend? A family member?

He pulled his car up and noticed one light was on, presumably your bedroom. He walked up to the door and knocked. He waited for a couple of minutes with no reply, and he was about to walk away until he heard your voice cry out in what he could only assume was pain. His hand shot to the doorknob, praying to himself it was unlocked.

It was.

Entering your home, he noticed it was awfully dark except for some dim lighting coming from up the stairs. He went to go check on you and follow the source of the noise when he heard doors slam and make voice he didn’t recognize book through the house.

“Stop following me.”

Your voice followed up his demand, and you didn’t sound like yourself. “Please…I’m sorry! I’ll do better! I’ll never go out again! Please come back to bed.” You sounded defeated, tired. He could hear the pain in your voice like you’d been crying.

“No, you know how I feel when you go out. You dress like a whore, flirting with all those coworkers of yours. I’m not sleeping next to you until you finally realize that I’m the one that gives you a roof over your head and puts food on your table!”

“You don’t understand!” You were pleading at this point. “I moved away for you! I can’t help it that the Navy wants me back here. I could get in trouble!! I could lose everyth-“

Before you could finish, a loud smack rang through. Jake’s blood boiled at the sound of your cries.

You had been hit.

He wanted to step in, tell this douche off but he knew it’d only make things worse for you. “Look at what you made me do!! Don’t talk back to me!! There’s no excuses for what you’ve done. I know that one pilot was there, the blonde. He only wants in your pants!! Talking to him and egging him on is cheating on me!! Don’t even get me starting on that bird guy! You cry to me that he’s your best friend and that’s why he texts you all the time. I know what you did with him!! Don’t play dumb with me! You slept with all of them didn’t you?!” He was angry and Jake knew it. But he was so wrong. Jake didn’t want in your pants, he wanted to marry you, love you for the rest of your life!

“No! I’ve told you it’s not like-“ Again, you were cut off. A loud boom this time, and Jake’s guess was that this guy shoved you against the wall.

“Stop talking back.” Jake heard footsteps coming down the stairs and he quickly dicked behind the couch.

“Please don’t leave.”

No response.

You and this guy were in the living room by the door now. He was at the door, hand on the doorknob, with you standing at the bottom of the stairs.

What you said next, broke Jake.

“You’re going to see her aren’t you?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Yes it is!!! I’m your girlfriend!! Seeing another woman is cheating!!” Jake thought he’d turn around and hit you, but instead this man just walked out the doorway.

Jake listened as the truck started and left, and the only sound left for him to hear was your crying. Jake sat behind that couch for what felt like years before you finally went upstairs.

He stood up when he knew it was clear and thought about heading home.

But before he could decide, he was standing in front of your bedroom door, your sobs sounding from the other side.

He hesitantly knocked and heard you startle. He listened as you approached and when you opened the door, you looked like you’d seen a ghost.

“Seresin!! What the fuck are you doing here?! Get the hell out of my house!!” You went to shut the door but Jake caught it. You jumped at his quick movements and that’s when he realized he’d have to take a different approach.

You backed up, “How do you know where I live? You’re a fucking psychopath!! I will call the police! Get the fuck out!” Your voice was filled with hatred, venom dripping from every word.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” Jake put his hands up where you could see them, his motions slow.

“I don’t care! Get out!!!” You were pushing him now, but you weren’t strong enough to move him from his spot.

“Listen to me, I’m not here to hurt you. I heard what happened with that guy. I want to help you.” You froze at his comment.

“You? How did you-?”

“Please relax. I promise I just want you to be safe.” Jake took a step forward towards you. “Tell me who he is. Who is doing this to you?”

“That’s none of your business! Get out of my house!”

“Y/N, listen to me. I don’t care what I have to do to get you to tell me, but I want to get you out of here. Tell me his name.” Jake’s voice remained calm, as to not startle you or make you think he was going to yell or hurt you.

“That’s none of your-“

“Yeah, you just said that. Y/N, what he’s doing isn’t okay. You can’t keep living like this. Let me take you somewhere else, Phoenix’s? Roosters? Any family out here? You say where and I’ll take you right now.”

You stood there looking at him with disgust. “Get. Out. Now. I will call the police on you.”

“Go ahead.”

Your eyes widened as you picked up your phone, and you froze as you saw something Jake could only assume was a text. “Please, let me help you. You do not deserve this treatment. All I ask is you pack a small bag of what you need, and you tell me where you wanna go.” Jake took another step forward. You looked up at him from your phone with fear written all over your face.

“He’s on his way home. You have to leave!!”

“Come with me.”

“I-I can’t!! Get out of here!! Please!”

“Come with me.”

“He’ll kill you!!”

“Come with me.”

“I-he’ll…” your voice trailed off as you met eyes with Jake. You noticed he was crying. Jake had been crying for awhile. Seeing you like this was something he couldn’t handle.

Jake lowered his hands, and took another step towards you, closing most of the distance. “Please.” He was pleading with you to take his hand and let him help you. You stares at him, watching his every movement, and he took the time to note every injury on you.

Something particular caught his eye though. Just below your shorts, where they’d ridden up, he caught a glimpse of what looked to be wounds of your own doing.

You had been hurting yourself just as much as your boyfriend been hurting you.

Jake looked up at you again and your phone buzzed again. You looked at it quickly before returning your gaze. Jake felt a ounce of hope when you sighed.

“We have 7 minutes.”

Jake helped you pack what you could into a backpack and got you into his truck as fast as he could before he took off.

“Where do you wanna go? I can call anyone you want.”

You both agreed for you to leave your phone behind so you couldn’t be tracked. “Rooster, please.”

Jake nodded and without another word, Roostee was suddenly on the line. “Hey Brad, I know this is weird and odd but I need you to have your house open and unlocked and be outside and ready to go in 5 minutes.”

“Uhh, you do know it’s like midnight right?”

“I don’t care, I have Y/N and she needs somewhere to stay so please do what I say.”

“I’m up.”

Without any other word from Rooster, he hung up. Jake knew you’d known Rooster for years, and that you felt safe with him, you trusted him. Jake also felt safe about you being in Rooster’s care.

“Jake-“ you spoke up.

“You don’t need to tell me anything-“

“No, I feel like I need to apologize. You shouldn’t have witnessed that.”

“I’m glad I did.”

“He just gets so mad that I’m around you guys all the time. He thinks I’m cheating with you, he’s seen tou flirt with me. Everytime he finds out I was somewhere you also were, it gets worse. He wasn’t always like this, it started during the Uranium Mission.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“No, I feel like I need to-“

“We’re here. There’s Rooster.”

You went to get out of the truck to get to Roostee, but you paused and looked to Jake. “Thank you Seresin.” With that you hopped out and Jake watched as Rooster waved before hastily taking you inside.

Jake had no clue if Rooster knew of your situation or not, but he knew you’d be in good hands.

His drive home was deafening with silence.

He felt like he had a part to play in the shit you went through. He had to stay away from you, for your own safety.

Not for forever, but at least for awhile. He was the reason you were being hurt.

#jake seresin #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun rooster #top gun au #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #bob floyd x reader #hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader

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