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hippolotamus · 4 months

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Fuck it Friday 🥃

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess (welcome back babe!) @buckaroosheart @wikiangela @spagheddiediaz Thank you lovelies!

Today I got a hit of inspiration for my OC work (prev snippet here) This was supposed to be the moment Sam(antha) spots Anna for the first time, but then we made friends with the bartender first 🤷🏻 anyways I hope you like it 😘

The bartender is clad in a hot pink short-sleeve crop top that exposes abs I’ve only ever dreamed of, and glittery gold short shorts that barely cover their ass. Sparkly eyeshadow highlights violet irises, adding to the sass of the outfit that contrasts with dark chocolate skin and nearly black hair cut close to the skin. They exude an enviable sense of confidence, an aura that seems to naturally draw people closer. It makes me wonder if the crowds even know why they’re flocking to the bar. If they intended to get another beer or cocktail, or if they simply couldn’t resist the pull of the shimmering god slinging drinks. My more than three decades of low self esteem withers, but not before laughing at me for being afraid of speaking to another human. “I promise I don’t bite!” They yell over the music, sending me a playful wink. “Unless you want me to. But that’s for after hours only.” Their straightforward attitude, coupled with my inability to form a response, makes me immediately want to be swallowed up by a spontaneous sinkhole. To my disappointment, the floor remains solidly beneath my feet. With an exasperated sigh, they roll their eyes and lean in closer. “Beer?” Finally, a question I can answer. “No. Never liked the stuff.” They nod, as if taking mental notes. “Okay then, sweet, sour or strong?” “Fruity. And strong. Surprise me.” They raise an eyebrow at that, as though questioning whether I know what I’m saying, before they flip a glass from behind the counter and begin pouring from various bottles like a sorcerer. “Here.” They push the concoction my way, waiting expectantly. I tentatively lift it, sniffing to see if I can make out any of its ingredients. Before I can, the glass is being tipped toward me, liquid spilling over my lips, most of it splashing on my tongue and some dribbling down my chin. It burns going down my throat at first, making me cough and splutter. But then it settles to something mild and pleasant, like drinking a spiced apple pie. “You’re welcome,” the bartender says. “I know your type. Too sheltered, too indecisive and afraid of making a mistake. You needed a push.” They shrug as if they haven’t just come for my entire life in one breezy statement. “So I pushed."

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#fuck it friday #not 911 or SC #oc work: this is the part #hippo writes #posts and runs away #but also peaks for some validation

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treasureswordsgirl55 · 3 years

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Dust (Part 1)

Character: James Bucky Barnes

Inspired by: Tu fotografía - Gloria Estefan

Pairing: James Bucky Barnes - Fem!Reader (O.F.C)

Warnings: Angst. Crying. Mentions of Death. Post!Infinity War.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I hope you’re feeling well, wherever you are reading me 😃

This fic is one that I found while I was doing a electronic clean on my computer. I wrote this after, with my BFF saw Avengers: Infinity War.

Originally, I wrote this with Strange, but this song that makes me think of Bucky immediately.

So… I hope you like this one. Thanks you so much for the comments, likes and reblogs, and the kind words about my fics. It means so much for me.

Ps: If you wanna be tagged or have a petition for a fic, you just ask for it. 💋

PS2: I used the Google Translate again 🤦🏻‍♀️…. I’ll do my best next time.

XOXO 💋😘😘 Thanks you again for your likes. It means so so much.

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Si desapareces yo te encuentro, en la misma esquina de mi habitación. Cada día que pasa te pienso y te vuelvo a mirar, cada cosa en su sitio el pasado presente, en el polvo mis dedos se juntan y quiero tenerte cambiando conmigo…

I hear the footsteps on the other side of the door, and then three knocks sound. Just three hits and I automatically know it’s not him.

He always knocks, and then I hear his footsteps in the room.

He always knew that I was leaving the door open for him. That whenever he needed him, he could knock and enter, whether he would need to speak, or just be quietly keeping us company.

I listened Camille’s cry, my neighbor who said that her husband had disappeared in front of her like dust.

Fear hold me.

The news talk about the spontaneous disappearance of many people, and even without knowing the exact number, they talk about a world catastrophe.

Random. Damn chance.

I listen to the three knocks again and I remember when he decided to leave with Steve, he told me that he would not hear from him for a while, and that in case something happened, America’s Guardian would come in his place. They would try to get that damn programming out of his head.

I prayed it would work.

The last I knew about Steve was that they were fighting an alien god and that it was a very risky thing to do. That he would find Bucky and take with him.

I asked him to tell him that I love him and I asked Steve to take care of him. I wanna see him again.

I look at the news again, which now talks about what seems to be the UN summit where most of the seats are empty, people look sad and those who speak only express the pain of having lost children, parents, husbands or wives , brothers and friends.

Did the villain win?

A louder bang startles me and even more, I know it’s not him.

How likely was it that this was not a sign of bad news?

With each step that I get closer to the door, the number grows larger, starting at one in a million, ending at ninety-nine thousand chances to one that it wasn’t. Something tells me that I’m not wrong.

The mind of a scientist, perhaps. I don’t know, but I curse every minute that he passes for having chosen a career that makes my brain think even more.

I grab the doorknob and hear whoever is on the other side walking across the hall. Maybe he got the wrong department? I think I’m just starting to walk away again but I hear a clear whisper that I understand perfectly.

That stranger in my sight mutters my name.

His voice breaks, as if saying it will cause him pain, or anguish and the lump that had formed in my throat grows stronger, preventing me from breathing for a second.

I know that voice, I had heard it on the phone, but always accompanied by jokes and smiles that mixed with it. I could never have associated that voice with sadness.

- Emma … - Steve’s voice breaks again and I look one last time at the photo on my desk before opening the door.

My desire for photography had reached unimaginable levels at that time, I had a Nikon camera, a gift from my parents when I turned 18 but which I hardly ever used, because I could not find enough reasons to do so, but one day I was preparing my thesis when Bucky came in, as usual, and sat across from me, watching me write about the side effects of vaccination in children. That’s how most of my days were, or when he wasn’t supposed to leave, he just sat and stared at me, or looked outside through the window where I had my desk.

That day I took that photo, he was so lost in his thoughts and in observing the outside that he hardly noticed that he took the photo. Even though he seemed so calm, he knew that memories and nightmares haunted him every moment of the day.

I miss him so much …

- Can you open? I need to know if…

As soon as I open it, Steve looks like an earthquake has passed over him. A blond-haired woman accompanies him, who only greets me with a nod. They both have sad expressions, like most of the people who were in the streets.

- Hell, I don’t know how to say this without crying - His voice breaks again, but I can see his blue eyes fill with tears. I know he’s trying to be strong, but the outside of him seems to mirror the inside of him — at least he’ll be happy to know you’re okay.

- Where is he? Still in Wakanda? What happened, Steve?

I remembered that this was our first time in the same room but something in his gaze made my heart stop in pain.

- We lost, Emma. We lost.

I didn’t want to ask about him, because if Steve was here, it means something had happened to him.

- Did he suffer?

I could feel the tears fighting to get out of my eyes, but I still didn’t want to accept the inevitable no matter how much my brain thinks about it.

Natasha, who was the woman accompanying him, muttered a curse as she pulled away from us and she stood still to one side, her back to us. Probably mourning some loss in silence.

- No, I don’t know. All I know is that he vanished like dust in front of my eyes and there was nothing I could do.

- And Sam?

It was only enough that his gaze meet mine for him to give me the answer. He was gone too.

- He’s not coming back, is he?

- No. Well, I do not know…

- Steve, I need to know - I take him from both hands and I feel that the tears begin to fall down my cheek - If I am going to move on, I need to know that I am going to do this duel once and that my illusions are not alive for nothing.

- I don’t think he’ll come back. Because we don’t know how to bring them back. Stark is … missing. Banner doesn’t know what to do …. For the first time I know there might be a solution and I can’t find it.

- What if there isn’t?

- I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry.

He walks the distance that separates us and wraps his arms around me. I feel that my world stops and I let myself fall. I broke me into a thousand pieces in the arms of the man who wished with all his soul that he had been able to save his best friend for the second time. I clench my fists as I want to run over to where that motherfucker is and try to hit him.

- Why that monster did this?

- I wish I could give you an answer but I don’t have it - His voice cracked and I felt tears fall on my hair. He was crying too - I lost him twice and couldn’t do anything to stop it.

- But he knew you love him. I never dared to tell him what I felt.

What I’d give to return to that moment …

- He knew it, Emma, in his own way, but I can assure you that he knew it. Never doubt that. - He moves away while wiping the tears that fall down my cheek with his thumb - Bucky was always a very perceptive man of those things.

I couldn’t help but smile. The door of apartment 3C, which was the one that was a few meters from mine, opens and I see that Camille comes out of there, and walks quickly towards us, her eyes were red from crying and she simply stays still when she sees the two people in front of me.

- I’m sorry, Camille.

- He vanished in front of me, darling - I went to hug her and she cried again against my shoulder - What happened?

- The bad guy won, Camille.

- And the boy with sad blue eyes?

I bit back a sob as I watched Steve walk away with his head down, surely dropping tears just like me.

-He was gone too… like Arnold.

The two of us hugged each other tightly as we watched as the ashes were picked up by the wind and carried away, like a sour reminder of the evil of a person who takes everything in his path.

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