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You are giving the joy of Buck fics 🙏🏻 How about Buck with a gal who is more extroverted than he is and it shocks the other guys?

hi, love! thank you so much 💜 this fic takes place before they all went to Europe and Bucky's a bit of a grump and asshole in the beginning because he is jealous that some woman will steal Buck from him 😂

[ PART TWO ]

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Buck was known to his friends as a quiet and stoic man. He didn't gamble, he didn't drink, he didn't even like sports so they couldn't discuss matches and championships with him. He was valued for his loyalty, bravery and skill. Buck was that kind of guy you could ask for advice or for help when you were about to renovate your house. He wasn't boring nor a party spoiler, no. He just wasn't very loud and extraverted like Bucky for example – who happened to be his best friend.

So when Buck announced that he had found a girl that he was serious about and would like to introduce to his friends, they expected someone more-less like him. A quiet, well-mannered girl who would sit in the corner.

"Have you met her?" Curt asked Bucky when they were waiting at the pub. They were there with Major Veal and Harry Crosby and all men were sipping on their beers, not wanting to get drunk before getting to meet Gale's girl.

"No," Bucky shook his head and looked down nervously. He didn't want to admit it but he was jealous. Not of the fact that Buck had a girl and he didn't – he had many girls whenever he wanted. It wasn't about the girl at all. The thing was, Bucky's girls were usually for one night only and Buck wanted to settle down with this new woman. Bucky felt stupid but he didn't want to lose his friend to her. He expected Buck's girl to be boring but interesting enough to completely steal his friend's attention and time.

Of course, soon the boys would go to Europe. But Gale and John planned to come back alive and then Bucky always imagined his life to be somewhere near Buck's. What if that girl wouldn't like him, though? What if she becomes Mrs. Cleven and tells Gale that guys like Bucky are not worthy of his friendship? She'd be right, Bucky thought, but he still dreaded that day.

"Here they are," Crosby pointed at the couple walking inside the pub. Buck helped the girl to take her coat off and hanged it on the hook on the wall. She fixed her dress and looked around the room, trying to guess which table belonged to his friends.

Her dress was polka dot red, her hair looked like on the pinup pictures – with victory rolls and a small white bow – and her lips were bright red. She pointed at one of the tables and the boys noticed her nails were also red. Buck smiled at her and shook his head. She didn't guess his friends correctly. She pouted and he put his arm around her and pointed his finger at Curt who had been waving at them.

She mouthed an "oh" and smiled widely before approaching the table.

"Fuck me," Curt whispered and Veal pushed him to shush him.

"Well, good evening, y'all!" The girl greeted them loudly and extended her hand for all of them to shake one after another. "(Y/N)," she introduced herself. "What a beautiful weather, isn't it? What you're drinkin' there? Is there one for me, too?"

Bucky moved uncomfortably in his seat. She wasn't what he had imagined… she was worse. She could completely take his place in Buck's life. He didn't want that.

"It's not a drink for ladies," he mumbled.

"You're right," she sighed and rolled her eyes before sitting on an empty chair that had been prepared for her. Buck sat next to her. "I'll have a shot of vodka with coke, please," she batted her eyelashes at Curt.

Curt was a bit taken aback. He looked at Buck as if he waited for his permission to order that very thing. Buck nodded his head and Curt stood up immediately.

"Yes, ma'am," he saluted and walked up to the bar.

"Funny, that one," (Y/N) giggled and put her hand on Buck's thigh. Bucky gritted his teeth at the sight of that possessive manner. "And what about you? Aren't you thirsty?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"I'm fine," Buck shook his head.

"So, you're my Buck's friends?" she looked at the other men again.

"I'm Major Bill Veal," Veal introduced himself, "that's Harry Crosby, the navigator. And that grump is Bucky."

"Ah, Bucky!" (Y/N) laid her eyes on the man with a smile, "I've heard a lot about you!"

However, he didn't smile back and gave her an ugly stare. She moved a little uncomfortably at that and he could feel Buck's angry eyes on him.

"That's funny because I haven't heard much about you," Bucky raised an eyebrow at her as if he was challenging her to a duel.

"Why are you saying this?" Buck asked in a calm but serious manner. "It is not true."

"Where did you two even meet?" Bucky asked and leaned back on his chair.

"Is this an interrogation?" Gale shook his head. He didn't recognize his friend.

"I'm back!" Curt places a glass in front of (Y/N). "At your service, ma'am."

"Thank you, darling. And your name is…?"

"Curt," he nodded his head and sat on his chair. Then he looked around and noticed that the atmosphere had changed drastically while he was gone. "What's going on?"

"Bucky's being mean," Crosby explained.

"Come on, man, why?" Curt pushed Bucky gently but Bucky didn't react. He kept staring at (Y/N) like she was a German spy.

"We met in the cinema," (Y/N) answered. "I dropped my purse and Buck picked it up," she batted her eyelashes at Gale and caressed his cheek lovingly with her fingertips. He smiled at her as his eyes warmed up. "We started to talk and he invited me for a coffee, isn't that right, darling?"

"Yes, it is," Gale nodded.

Bucky rolled his eyes and stood up to leave the table. Everyone looked at each other awkwardly, not understanding his problem.

"Excuse me," Buck stood up to follow his friend, leaving his girl behind with Curt, Harry and Bill. They started telling her funny stories from the trainings.

"What's wrong with you today?" Buck grabbed Bucky's arm and turned him around.

"Where did you find that harlot?" Bucky squinted his eyes and Buck clenched his fist at that.

"Take that back, I swear to God…"

"No, but really, she looks like she's very well known in this town, if you get what I mean," Bucky remained being rude. He saw Buck's clenched fist but he also knew he would deserve that punch. It was like, deep inside, he wanted to be punched. It would release some tension for sure.

"Why are you so cruel to her?" Gale asked, visibly confused. "I was sure you'd adore her, in fact, I was scared of you two meeting because I thought you'd want to steal her from me," Buck admitted.

"You think I would steal a girl from you?" Now it was Bucky who seemes hurt. "I value our friendship more than any woman, you know."

"I value our friendship, too. And it hurts me to see how you're treating my girl," Buck took a deep breath in. "So, what's exactly your problem?"

"She's nothing like you…"

"You're not either and we're best friends," Buck shrugged his arms.

"Are you sure she's not a common harlot?"

"Jesus, yes, I am sure," Buck rolled his eyes. "You are right, she is known in town. Known for being colorful and loud and extraordinary and annoying and too much. People don't like her 'round here, they're as mean to her as you are right now. She was made for the big world, not this little shithole," Buck turned around to take a look at (Y/N). She was in a middle of telling some story and making all sort of faces and gesticulations. He sighed dreamily and Bucky chuckled at that.

"You're in love, man," he pointed out.

"So be fucking nice to her," Buck gave him a deadly look and went back to the table. Bucky followed him, this time with a much nicer expression on his face.

"Bucky wants to say something," Gale interrupted (Y/N)'s story as he took a seat next to hers.

She looked up at Bucky, intrigued.

"I'm sorry. I had a bad day, it wasn't personal," he lied quickly and she seemed to realize that. However, she only gave him a triumphant smirk.

"It's okay, Major Egan," she said, "you see, Buck wasn't my only source of information on you."

"Oh, really?" Bucky sat down and sipped on his beer.

"Really. You've fucked half of the girls living down my street," she batted her eyelashes in an innocent manner and Bucky coughed as he choked on the beer.

"(Y/N)…" Buck hissed but he couldn't hide his smile.

"Oh, you boys are going to Europe to kill Jerries but can't handle a woman saying fuck?" she laughed.

"My mum says that all the time," Curt winked at her.

"I like her already," (Y/N) raised her glass. "For Curt's mum," she made a toast.

She emptied her glass and took a deep breath in before putting it down.

"Can I have another one?" she asked Buck.

"One more," he nodded.

"Every couple needs an alcoholic. Usually, it's a man," Bucky teased.

"Oh, you want to compare my two drinks to what you did to my friend Olivia's place when her parents were out of town?" (Y/N) teased and Bucky blushed.

"Wait, what?" Harry asked.

"Bring me another one and I might tell you," (Y/N) pushed her empty glass in his direction with a wink.

Bucky smiled at that. Perhaps it was better to have her as a friend than an enemy. And he could already picture Buck, (Y/N) and him having fun together. Maybe by then he'd have a wife, too. They could all go on vacation together and throw parties. He was sure (Y/N) would be a great companion to cause all the mischief Buck would never agree to.

And seeing the way Buck was looking at her, he would forgive her everything. He would resemble of a grey rainy cloud sometimes but she was the rays of sunlight creeping right through.

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I'll Love You 'Til I Die

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Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Language, violence

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: I am... so sorry for taking so long. I was not expecting the start of the semester to be so hectic. I can't promise I'll go back to posting as regularly as during the summer, but I can promise that I'm not disappearing. I promise. I WILL SEE THIS FANFIC THROUGH EVEN IF IT KILLS ME. Thank you for the kind words and support while I've been MIA. Enjoy a chunky chapter.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Little Saint Lottie

October 27, 1943

“I’m worried about her, Betty.”

“I know, Gladys. I know.”

Lottie couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten a full night’s rest. Days seemed to bleed into each other, with no slumber to distinguish today from tomorrow. It wasn’t long after arriving at Azzano that she realized that he wasn’t waiting for her. Bucky was gone. In his place, dozens of men awaited her arrival with sunken eyes and twitching lips that begged for relief, whether it be through a healing touch or a final blow to the head.

When the realization hit Lottie, there wasn’t much she could do besides throwing herself into her work; if she couldn’t help Bucky, the least she could do was help his brothers in arms. Although anxiety ate her up from the inside out, Lottie had confidence in Bucky’s abilities. He wouldn’t let himself die in some POW camp, he just wouldn’t. Because then who would take care of her and Steve? He’d fight tooth and nail to get back to them, she just knew it.

She threw herself into her work, rarely stopping long enough to have a proper conversation or a full meal; this bad habit of hers came to a halt, though, when she came upon a boisterous redhead in need of stitches. Lottie had been deep in thought while examining the gash above his forehead when the soldier cracked a grin and peered up at her without moving his head too much.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

Lottie shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Private—” she glanced at his dog tags, “—O’Connor.”

“Ever done pinup? Maybe I know you from one of those cheesecakes we’ve got hanging up.” The man— more of a boy really, with his lanky frame and jovial smile —wiggled his eyebrows and ruined her diligent work of cleaning the blood from his wound.

The question left Lottie flustered; the idea of dozens of men gawking at her scantily clad figure left her feeling mortified, “Certainly not! I find that my talents are better suited for healing.”

O’Connor nodded and inspected her face carefully as she went to work on his gash once more. “I’ve got it!” Lottie nearly jumped away from him when he clapped his hands together, “You’re Little Saint Lottie, in the flesh!” The boy crowed his revelation, earning him glares from the other men recovering in the medic tent.

Lottie nearly dropped the needle that she’d been preparing to thread, “Excuse me?”

“Ah, it’s a funny story,” O’Connor chuckled, “Y’see, Sarge had this little photo he’d take everywhere. Always had it in his pocket, tucked in his helmet, you name it. Wouldn’t let the damn thing go. Anyway, we stole it out of his fatigues one day while he was cleaning up in some river ‘cause we wanted to see what the big deal was. Once we saw it was some dame—” Lottie shot him a look, “—lady, we started yanking his chain about it. He was just about as obsessed with that photo as my Ma is with her holy cards, so when he finally told us your name, we dubbed you ‘Little Saint Lottie,’ patron saint of the one hundred and seventh. That kinda pissed him off, but it’s not like you’re his girl, y’know? Though he sure acted like you were.”

Lottie was speechless. About halfway through his story, her mouth had dropped open and her hands had fallen to her lap. Here she was, looking dumb as an ox, while the soldier in front of her chuckled with childish glee.

“Me and the guys would even ask for your intercession whenever the chaplain came by to pray with us. Poor guy had no clue which saint we were talkin’ about. We tried to give it a place of honor in the tent but Sarge made us run laps when he found out we’d nicked it again.”

O’Connor nearly doubled over in laughter as he watched Lottie’s expression grow in horror. “Well as I’m sure Bucky— Sergeant Barnes has told you, I’m no saint. I’m just a nurse. Now hold still, unless you want these stitches to be more painful than they already are.” Before she could stop herself, the question came tumbling out of her mouth, “Speaking of Sergeant Barnes, do you know—” she fumbled with the needle as she made the first stitch, “—is he alright? Did you see him?” The soldier let out a hiss of pain, “Yeah, I got a glimpse of him while they were takin’ him away. He was battered but alright. There’s no man quite like Sarge, I know he’ll be back. He’d fight tooth and nail to get back. That’s what he said at least, ‘cause he always went on and on about how you needed him and all that. He sure talked about you an awful lot for a guy who hasn’t even asked you to go steady.”

Lottie’s breath hitched at the final comment, the mere idea of going steady with Bucky reducing her to a stuttering schoolgirl. She began to tie off his stitches, “We’ve been best friends for over a decade, it’s perfectly normal to care for each other deeply without bringing affection into it.”

O’Connor shrugged, which jostled her arm slightly, “I’ve never heard a guy talk about his best friend like that.”

Lottie didn’t respond. She gave his fully sutured wound one last glance, “Looks like you’re all set. Now don’t do anything stupid to get it infected.”

He gave her a crooked grin and wiggled his eyebrows, Lottie nearly scolded him but held her tongue, “As you wish, Saint Lottie.”

Lottie rolled her eyes and moved along to the next bed, where another soldier waited with a smile just as wide. It seemed that these men had become pleased as punch to know their patroness had come to grace them with her presence.

The USO’s visit to their camp took Lottie completely by surprise. She’d spent so much time floating from one medic tent to the next that she’d ended up completely out of the loop of the camp’s other goings-on. It wasn’t until she saw the fully-erected stage in the middle of camp that she realized. Her heart beat powerfully within her; with Steve here, she would be one step closer to finding Bucky. One step closer to bringing him home. “They say he’s gonna be here in a few hours,” Mary beamed, obviously giddy to see the Star-Spangled Man up close and in the flesh.

Lottie returned her smile, though it was weak. The weariness was starting to catch up to her, making her feel much older than a youthful twenty-three. Her stomach was in knots with anxiety; she needed to get to Steve as soon as possible.

Betty stood with them as they watched the hustle and bustle of preparations, “I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones looking forward to seeing Captain America. All these boys care about is seeing a bunch of girls dancing for them on stage, not some hunk of meat in a red, white, and blue suit.”

Nancy, who had just joined the conversation, scoffed, “It’s quite disappointing how little you think of these men and their patriotism.”

Gladys rolled her eyes, “They’re still men, Nancy. Scantily clad women or a guy singing about war bonds? They’re gonna prefer the women.”

Several hours later, Gladys was indeed proven right. Although he’d been driven off-stage with jeers and taunts, Lottie was waiting for him with a warm embrace.

“Hey, Lottie,” She could hear the smile in his voice, she felt its warm timbre as it surrounded her and reminded her of home.

“Good to see ya, Stevie.”

Steve pulled away from her and gazed around the camp, a grimace growing on his features, “Things don’t look to good around here.”

Lottie nodded, a twin grimace gracing her lips, “The hundred and seventh started out with two hundred men. Now they’ve only got fifty left. They’re barely holding on.”

Steve’s gaze shot to hers the moment she mentioned the one hundred and seventh, “Lottie that’s— this is Bucky’s—” The desperate look in his eyes made her own calm exterior begin to crack.

“Stevie, I know,” she whispered, a lump forming in her throat and tears pricking at her eyes, “I know, and I’m sorry. He’s not here. They— Those bastards took him, damn them!” For the first time since arriving at camp, Lottie cried. She sobbed and clung to Steve once more, feeling every bit like a scared little girl from days gone by.

Steve rested his hand against her back, “I’ll get him out, Lottie. He’s gotta be alive and I’ll get him out.”

She shook her head and wiped the hot tears from her cheeks, “No, Steve. You’re not going alone. I’m coming with you.”

“Lottie, you know I can’t put you in harm’s way like that—”

“Steve. I’m serious. What do you think I was doing that whole time I was with the SSR? Yes, we were making the serum, but they nearly trained us to death. I can shoot, I can use my knife. I can’t let you go without me.” Her voice was starting to crack, “We have to find Bucky together.”

There was silence between the two of them until Steve finally conceded, a wary gaze in his eyes, “Fine. But you need to be by my side the whole time.” Lottie nodded her chest warming with hope. “C’mon, we need to have a conversation with Colonel Philipps.”

The two of them jogged to his tent with their coats held above their heads to shield them from a sudden shower of rain. They entered the colonel’s tent, looking comical with their wet hair and heaving chests. Around them, soldiers and officials paced to and fro, examining maps or signing off various forms. If Lottie squinted, she could just barely make out the words. Letters of condolences; heartbreakingly clinical letters of regret for the losses of these sons, these brothers, these boys.

“Colonel Phillips,” Steve began, “Are you planning a rescue mission? For the surviving prisoners from the Battle of Azzano?”

The colonel looked back at him with a straight face, “Yeah, it’s called winning the war.”

Steve’s blond eyebrows furrowed, “But if you know where they are why not at least—”

“They’re thirty miles behind the lines. Through some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We’d lose more men than we’d save, but I don’t expect you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl,” before Lottie could protest, he shot her a glance as well, “and you’re just a nurse.”

Steve’s gaze on Colonel Phillips was cool, “I think I understand just fine.”

The colonel pushed past them, “Well then understand it somewhere else. Now if I read the posters correctly, you’ve got someplace to be in thirty minutes.”

“Yes sir, I do.”

Steve grabbed Lottie’s hand and pulled her behind him, “C’mon, we’ve gotta get going. You go get changed.”

Lottie nodded; her medical uniform would impede this mission so she’d need to wear the fatigues that the government had finally issued to them. Her heart raced a mile a minute as she scrambled back to the nurse’s tent to change. She knew that Colonel Philipps would be terribly angry once he found out she’d shirked her night duties, but her loyalties to Bucky took precedence. The recovering soldiers were left in the capable hands of her peers. She swore as she nearly toppled over while yanking her boots on; it was rather hard to get dressed in such a hurry. By the time she was ready and had exited the tent, she was met with the somber faces of Agent Carter and Steve.

“Agent Carter, what are you doing?” For a moment, she feared that they’d already been caught, that the SSR was already putting an end to their mission.

The other woman pursed her lips, “I’m here to help.”

A mere half-hour later and they found themselves in the SSR’s plane, headed to Krausberg, where the POW camp was located. Howard Stark called out to them from the cockpit, “We should be able to drop you right at their doorstep.”

Fear was starting to creep into Lottie’s mind and burrowed itself deep within her gut. She heard the conversation continue all around her, but she was still processing the daunting mission before her. She and Steve up against Hydra. All alone. Even Bucky had struggled against them; he’d lost to them in the Battle of Azzano. Bucky. That’s what worried her most. It’s what filled her with the most fear. If she and Steve got through the Hydra camp safe and sound only to find that he was dead, Lottie wasn’t sure how she’d deal with it. She’d probably go mad, in all honesty. She’d end up in some institution, crying over lucky pennies and charcoal drawings while being molly-coddled by some woman in white. How tragic that would be.

Before her thoughts could become any darker, Lottie was jolted back to reality by the sound of bullets against metal. Steve grabbed his shield and her arm, urging her to join him by the plane’s exit.

Agent Carter shot up from her seat, “Get back here! We’re taking you all the way in!”

He turned to respond, “As soon as I’m clear, you turn this thing around and get the hell out of here!” “You can’t give me orders!”

A smile grew on his face, “The hell I can’t! I’m a captain!”

Steve shifted his goggles and nudged Lottie, “It’s go time. When you see me pull the chute out, you do the same.”

Lottie nodded with a quiet determination, and together, they jumped.

Entering the base was painstakingly quiet; once they’d snuck into a truck and eliminated the guards inside, Steve and Lottie were left to mouth words and offer silent support through unwavering gazes. Once they’d safely passed the gate of the base, they exited the truck and swiftly dealt with any opposition.

Steve led her across the base with caution, giving hand signals when it was safe to turn a corner and sprint across a patch of unobstructed space. The two of them traveled with the shadows, avoiding any spotlights that could catch them in the act. Lottie scarcely felt that she could breathe, it was as if one exhale would reveal their presence to the multitude of guards.

Once they entered the main building, the two of them found themselves in what seemed to be a factory. There were giant sheets of metal everywhere and huge bombs seemed to surround them. Amongst them all, Hydra soldiers transported other metal parts and containers of glowing blue material. That did not bode well with Lottie at all.

Lottie spotted some guards walking to a lower level, jangling keys in hand. “Steve, they might be guarding the prisoners.” Her whisper was barely audible, fear keeping her from speaking any louder.

“The blueprints said they were below the manufacturing level. C’mon.”

They followed the guards onto a walkway that had large circular grates that cut into the metal, each forming the ceiling of small cells that the poor prisoners had been separated into. Lottie and Steve knocked the guards out and stole their keys. The two dropped to the same level as the cells and began unlocking their doors.

One of the soldiers gazed at them through the bars of his cell, “Who are you supposed to be?”

Steve panted from stress, “I’m Captain America.” He gave Lottie an expectant look.

“I guess I’m Little Saint Lottie,” she responded somewhat sarcastically, referencing the retrospectively comical nickname that was developed by the one hundred and seventh.

Some of the men cracked grins, “So you’ve heard our prayers, huh?”

“Loud and clear. Now let’s get you out of here, yeah?”

She tried to ignore the growing horror inside of her upon the realization that none of these men had brilliant blue eyes. Not a dimpled chin in sight.

“Is there anybody else? I’m looking for a Sergeant James Barnes.” It seemed that the same horror was growing within Steve.

A man in a scarlet beret responded, his British accent prim and proper, “There’s an isolation ward in the factory, but no one’s ever come back from it.”

“Alright,” Steve nodded, “The tree line is northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. We’ll meet you guys out in the clearing with anyone else we find.”

“Wait, you know what you’re doing?” “Yeah. I’ve knocked out Adolf Hitler over two hundred times.”

Lottie couldn’t help but stare at Steve in amazement. Gone was that awkward boy from Brooklyn. He was a man now, a leader who could do anything he put his mind to. He’d grown so much, not just physically, but in his character.

While the prisoners worked their way out of the base, Steve and Lottie began their search for the isolation wards. Lottie tried to ignore the sounds of explosions and men crying out from below them while they traveled across metal catwalks. She could only hope that the cries of pain were coming from Hydra soldiers.

After turning several corners, they found themselves in an old hallway, surrounded by brick on both sides. They hurried down the corridor out of desperation; they knew they were running out of time. Lottie stopped suddenly when she heard a groan. It was close. She drew her weapon and dragged Steve into the room, her heart stuttering and her palms slick with sweat.

“Sergeant. Three-two-five-five-seven…” That voice. Oh, how she knew that voice; she loved it so. Lottie heard it whenever she found the time to fall asleep. It crept into her sweetest dreams but tore her apart whenever it wiggled its way into her nightmares.

Bucky lay in front of them, strapped down to a table; his lips moved ever so slightly as he repeated the same phrase over and over again.

She rushed to his side alongside Steve and nearly let out a cry of happiness. Had the situation not been so dire, she would’ve descended upon him with a bone-crushing embrace and great big sobs of joy by that point.

Lottie whispered a quiet, “Bucky?” His eyes were glazed over and his mouth agape, “Is that— is that—”

“It’s us, Buck,” Steve nodded reassuringly as he tore at the straps across Bucky’s chest. Bucky looked up at him, taking his face in,

“Us?”

“Me and Lottie,” he nodded, tugging her closer so that the two of them could be in Bucky’s field of vision.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, finally feeling whole again. She’d gotten her Brooklyn boys back. Bucky only looked back in confusion, “Little Lottie, she— she’s always been here. Always. Stayed with me the whole time.”

It was Lottie and Steve’s turn for confusion. Lottie brushed the hair back from his forehead to calm him down and ground him, “Bucky, I’ve been with the SSR this whole time. We’re here to rescue you.”

Steve nodded and dragged him off the table, “I thought you were dead.”

Bucky was obviously having a hard time processing everything that was happening, “I thought you were smaller.”

Lottie listened as the gunfire intensified, “Come on, we need to move.” Steve threw one of Bucky’s arms over his shoulder and the two fell into step behind her.

“What happened to you?” Bucky grunted out, pain etched into his voice.

“I joined the army.”

“Did it hurt?”

Steve was growing agitated, “A little.”

“Is it permanent?”

“So far.” Lottie huffed, “I’d sure hope so after all that effort I put into it.”

Bucky mustered out a befuddled, “Huh?”

“I helped to create the serum that made him like that.”

“So that’s why you left without saying a word.” Bucky’s tone was only slightly accusatory.

Lottie muttered a weak “Yeah.” They’d need to have a lengthier conversation once he wasn’t struggling to walk five yards.

As they crossed the catwalks to get towards the exit, the factory below them began to combust. Huge flames erupted from the metal contraptions and triggered explosions all around them. They hastily climbed the metal stairs to get to higher ground.

“Captain America, how exciting!” A thick German accent cut through the noise of explosions and gunfire. “I am a great fan of your films!” Before them stood two men; one was a short little fellow clad in a jacket and fedora. The other was tall and wore a distinguished Hydra uniform with its menacing crest emblazoned on his shoulder.

The taller of the two gave Captain America a once over as he strode across the catwalk that separated them, “So, Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still, impressive.”

“You’ve got no idea,” Steve snarled and punched the man in the face. The swift blow caused a blotch of redness to appear near his eye and a sinking feeling of realization settled into Lottie’s stomach. This was Schmidt, the monster who used the serum prototype.

Before she could say anything, Schmidt struck back and left a dent in Steve’s shield, “Haven’t I?”

There was a brief scuffle before Schmidt backed off while the other man pulled a lever, pulling the catwalk apart. With a grin, Schmidt began pulling at the skin of his face and revealed fiery red muscle and tissue beneath, just as Lottie had seen when she first began experimenting with the formula. “You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality, you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!”

“Then how come you’re running?”

Steve never got an answer. Schmidt and the other man had already boarded an elevator and left them standing on the catwalk, nearly helpless.

Another explosion went off, cueing the trio to leave, “C’mon, let’s go. Up.” Lottie instructed the men to follow her, though she wasn’t too sure how to escape the factory. All she knew was that they needed to keep ascending the stairs.

When they reached the top of the stairs, they were faced with a metal beam that led to a catwalk with an exit. It was terrifyingly slim, with only enough room to place one foot in front of the other.

“Ladies first,” Bucky murmured, “but I’ll be right behind you.” Lottie felt sure of herself knowing that at least she wouldn’t have to cross on her own.

She took a tentative first step, testing how well it would hold her weight. Lottie tried not to look down at the fiery pit below while she carefully moved along the beam. It was a comfort to have Bucky behind her with his chest nearly pressed against her back as he followed her every step. Lottie had just scrambled over the railing of the catwalk when a jarring explosion shifted the beam’s position and sent it careening downwards. She gasped in horror as Bucky leaped to grab onto the catwalk.

“There’s gotta be a rope or something!”

Steve stared at the two of them from across the pit, “Just go! Get out of here!”

Bucky slammed his fist on the railing, desperation tearing at his voice, “No, not without you!”

“Steve, please! We can’t just leave you here!” Lottie pleaded. Steve couldn’t die, not like this.

With a look of determination, Steve backed up and made a running jump to clear the gap between the two catwalks. An explosion threatened to swallow him up, but he made it over safely, although a little worse for wear.

Lottie and Bucky could only stare in amazement. Steve nodded to them both, “Let’s get outta here.”

Several ladders and a whole lot of dodging later, the trio found themselves trudging towards the tree line.

It was silent amongst the three of them; painfully, dreadfully silent. She decided it was time to break the silence, “Bucky, I—”

“Look, Little Lottie, I know you’re sorry, alright? And I forgive you. Even though you lied to my face and left without saying goodbye, I had a whole lotta time to spend forgiving you.”

Now that the fear of being caught by Hydra soldiers had fully subsided, Lottie allowed herself to let out a sob of joy and nearly threw herself at Bucky. She almost apologized for the force of her embrace since it was likely to hurt a man who’d been captured by Hydra, but he didn’t show any sign of pain. She’d need to remember that for later.

“I missed you so much, Bucky. I really did,” Lottie nearly whimpered. Gosh, she sure sounded lovesick. “I missed you too, Little Lottie.” His embrace was sure and strong, and with it, a flood of memories came back to her. Nights on her fire escape. A birthday evening spent swing dancing. A lucky penny slipped into her hand. For the first time in months, Lottie finally felt whole. Her heart that had been splintered into shards of pain and hopelessness had finally begun to mend itself back together. While she found comfort in his arms and forgiveness, she knew there were still so many words left unsaid; words that he needed and deserved to hear.

“Yeah, I missed you guys too,” Steve muttered, obviously peeved that he was being left out of their moment.

“Aw, come on, Stevie,” Lottie grinned and pulled away from Bucky a little to allow Steve to join their hug.

“And if I remember correctly, Bucky, I think it’s actually Little Saint Lottie now,” she grinned. While she couldn’t see his face at the moment, she just knew it was turning a gorgeous shade of scarlet, based on the sputtering coming out of his mouth.

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Vampires & Pinup Girls

*sorry to everyone in advance who’s reading on the mobile app, I can’t get my keep reading link to show up on the app, it only works on a laptop, I’m so sorry*

“Attendance is mandatory,” Tony said. “The whole team is expected to be there.”

Some grumbles sounded from around the conference table. I watched as Bucky shot Tony a dirty look, but before an argument could break out between the two of them, I quickly cut in.

“Why is it mandatory for everyone, Tony? It’s just a Halloween party.”

“It is mandatory, Ms. (Y/L/N), because this is the first event the Avengers are throwing since…Well, since before the Accords,” Tony explained. “For two years the team’s image has been skewed to the public. This party is meant to show the world that we are once again a united team and stronger than ever.”

“So make an announcement or send out Christmas cards or something instead of forcing us to attend a stupid party,” Bucky grumbled, and then he pushed himself away from the table and stormed off. Steve shot Tony an apologetic look before following his friend.

“Always the drama queen,” Tony muttered, and I turned my head to glare at him.

“It makes him uncomfortable being around that many strangers,” I snapped. “The public hasn’t exactly been the most sympathetic to his situation, and it doesn’t make it any easier when he doesn’t even feel like he belongs with his own team.”

From around the table the team stared at me with wide eyes. Natasha arched an eyebrow at me and my cheeks reddened. I took a shaky breath and then muttered, “Just cut him some slack; you don’t know how hard it is for some people to put themselves out there,” before getting up and leaving the conference room.

I didn’t so much as hear Nat and Wanda follow me out as I felt them coming. Nat was emanating mild concern while Wanda radiated sympathy. I didn’t turn to look at them as they approached, instead slumping against a wall and shaking my head.

“When Steve recruited me for the team, it was supposed to be because I was supposed to be helpful,” I mumbled. “Instead it just seems like my powers put me in a lot of uncomfortable positions.”

“You know the tension between Stark and Barnes isn’t going away anytime soon,” Nat said to me. “You aren’t going to magically fix everything overnight, (Y/N).”

“I know that,” I groaned, and then I turned to Wanda. While I felt other people’s feelings, she could read minds. She was the only one who even somewhat understood and shared the burden I carried. “How do you block it all out?” I asked her, and she shook her head.

“I’ve already taught you how to tone it down, (Y/N),” she murmured sympathetically. “If you can’t control your powers around him it’s because you’re choosing not to, whether it’s a conscious decision or not.”

I shook my head. “It…It’s different with him,” I explained. “With most people, even when they’re feeling very strong emotions, usually I can tune it out. But with Bucky, everything he feels is just so intense. He’s always in pain and he’s always sad. But it’s such a deep pain and sadness that it tears through everything else and practically screams ‘I’m here’ at me.” I pursed my lips. “I just want to take all that pain away but he never lets anyone but Steve close enough for me to even suggest it.”

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re in love with him?” Natasha asked softly, and I glared at her.

“I am not –”

“(Y/N), there’s no point in denying it any longer,” Wanda sighed.

“Why not? It’s not like I can do anything about it.” My tone was meant to come off as angry but I just sounded sad. “We don’t even talk. I get the standard ‘hello’ in passing but that’s it. I can’t break past the brick wall he’s built around himself to get to what’s on the inside.”

There was, however, one thing I was keeping from them. Other than the pain and sadness that radiated from Bucky, there was something else. The first time I’d met him after Steve brought me to the compound, an inexplicable warmth spread from him to me the moment our eyes locked. Since that day, the warmth had grown stronger until every time I was in the same room as the surly supersoldier that warmth fought with his pain for my attention. I couldn’t explain it, but it drew me to him like a moth to a flame, and even though we never spoke more than two words at a time to each other I felt like I had a personal connection to this broken man.

The next day Steve came up to me while I was in the gym training.

“Tony told me what you said yesterday,” he said, and I blushed as I lowered the weights back onto the bar. I sat up and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped, I know it wasn’t my place –” I started, but Steve cut me off.

“There’s no need to apologize, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “I actually came here to thank you. I know Buck hasn’t had the easiest time adjusting to being part of the team, but ever since you’ve come along you’ve gone out of your way to make him feel like he belongs. So, thank you.”

My cheeks were hot. “Well at least someone notices,” I mumbled, and Steve shook his head.

“He notices,” he assured me. “Just…keep trying with him, (Y/N). I know he puts up a front and comes off like he’d rather keep to himself, but he does want to open up. He just needs a person who’s patient and that he feels comfortable around.”

“I can be patient,” I whispered, my throat all of a sudden dry, and Steve smiled.

“He needs someone like you in his life,” he said. “He must be sick of just my company by now.”

“Oh, Stevie, c’mon; you aren’t that bad,” I teased, and Steve laughed as he poked my side playfully. Then his face straightened.

“Before I let you get back to your workout, I also have a favour to ask you.”

“Shoot.”

“I’m going on a mission with Sam for the next couple of days,” he explained. “Is there any way you could just keep an eye on Bucky? Just make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid or gets into a fight with Tony? I’ll be back on Friday in time for the party but with Sam and I both gone Bucky isn’t really going to have anyone…”

My heart had started to pound rapidly, but I nodded – Probably much too eagerly. “Of course, Steve,” I assured him. “I’ll do my best.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Steve said with a warm smile, and then he gave me a nod before leaving the gym. My heart was still hammering in my chest at the thought of being Bucky’s closest friend for the next couple of days.

Bucky already kept to himself, but with Steve gone it was even less likely to see him around the compound. Except to occasionally come out to get food, he stayed in his room. It made keeping my promise to Steve easier, but it also made it impossible to get any one-on-one time with Bucky. So I spent the day with the rest of the team, helping to prepare for the party tomorrow night.

I was on my way out the door with Wanda to go last-minute costume shopping when a wave of tension hit me like a freight train. It stopped me dead in my tracks, and Wanda shot me a concerned look before I turned and followed the feeling to the kitchen.

The tension in there was so much worse. Bucky and Tony were in a standoff, both of them radiating the same energy as two dogs about to go for each other’s throats. Although I didn’t know the reason for the fight, I could tell that Tony was on the offense while Bucky was defensive. Neither of the men had noticed me and Wanda, but I could see the rage in Tony’s eyes and the glint in Bucky’s eyes when Tony took a step closer to him. More importantly, though, I could feel the severity of the situation in their emotions and if I didn’t do something then someone was going to get hurt.

Wanda must have read the direction my thoughts were headed because she opened her mouth to speak, but I was already crossing the room.

“Enough!” I snarled at the two men. “You aren’t children! And you aren’t animals either, so stop acting like it. You’re grown-ass men who should be able to coexist in the same building without the unnecessary hostility.”

“He broke the treadmill!” Tony spat, and Bucky’s eyes flashed.

“I told you, it wasn’t me,” he said through gritted teeth, and he moved to take a step closer. Before the fight could escalate, I stepped between the two men, pressing a hand to each of their chests to hold them apart.

“Stop it!” I shouted. Both of them looked shocked, but they stood down. I hadn’t intended to use my powers on them, so I was surprised and a little frightened when I felt a wave of calm wash over Bucky’s emotions. However, after quickly assessing Tony’s emotions I found he was still burning with anger which meant that I couldn’t have used my powers or he would be calm too. Confused, I quickly removed my hands from their chests. Bucky shot Tony a dirty look before storming out of the kitchen.

Torn between wanting to follow him and wanting to yell at Tony, I narrowed my eyes. I turned to Tony. “For the record, it was Thor who broke the treadmill,” I said icily. “I get that you don’t like him, but this whole making his life miserable thing has to stop, Tony. You of all people should be more considerate of the shit he’s already dealing with. Grow up.”

With that I turned on my heels and walked out, leaving both Tony and Wanda looking shocked.

I knew I had to find Bucky. Usually Steve was the one to make sure he cooled down after a confrontation, but with Steve not here that responsibility fell to me.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where did Bucky go?” I asked the AI.

“Sergeant Barnes is in the gym.”

Of course he was. I headed downstairs to the gym and took a deep breath before opening the door. Bucky had his back to me, engrossed in taking his frustration out on one of the punching bags. With one particularly hard punch he broke the bag clean from the cable it hung from and split the leather. Sand spilled over the floor and the broken bag skidded across the room, and Bucky cursed.

“As if Stark needed another reason to hate me,” he muttered, and I bit my lip.

“I can clean it up for you,” I offered hesitantly, and Bucky turned to me. His brows were knit together and his mouth was drawn in a frown as he rubbed at the knuckles of his flesh hand. They were red from the punching bag.

“I don’t need you to clean up my messes,” he said in a low voice, and I frowned.

“I never said you did. I was just offering to help.”

“Like in the kitchen?” He glared at me. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking,” I snapped, “that I had to stop the fight before one of you did something you’d regret. Steve would have done the same thing –”

“You aren’t Steve.”

His words were like a punch to my gut. “I know that,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I get that you’d rather Steve be here than me, but I can’t help that. He’s on a mission, and I’m here. Sorry if that upsets you.”

Bucky winced, and suddenly guilt tinged his anger and annoyance. He quickly shook his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that, (Y/N),” he told me. “What I meant was that you shouldn’t have just jumped in like that. It’s like a kitten trying to stop a fight between two pitbulls.”

This time I glared. “You think I’m a kitten?” I hissed, and Bucky shook his head.

“I think it was dangerous for you to step in like that,” he replied, and then he turned his head away from me. “When I get angry like that, I…I don’t always trust myself.”

Self-loathing swallowed up any other emotion he was feeling, and I could feel my heart aching for him. Hesitating, I took a couple of steps closer to him.

“Bucky, don’t do this,” I said softly. “Don’t doubt yourself. You’ve come such a long way; don’t doubt the progress you’ve made.”

His gaze met mine, and for a second horror flashed through his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said in a hoarse voice, and my brow furrowed.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because you feel what other people are feeling,” he answered, “and it must be hell being around me. I don’t want anyone else to have to feel how I feel.”

I felt my heart leap to my throat at the sadness that enveloped every part of the man standing in front of me. More than anything I wanted to wrap my arms around him and take his pain away, but I knew I couldn’t make that choice for him. He’d had too many choices taken from him in his life when it came to his mind; this one had to be his.

“You don’t have to feel like this,” I told him quietly. His eyes met mine and he hesitated before speaking.

“Steve told me you could alter the way others feel,” he murmured. “I just…I’ve had people messing with my head for most of my life. I want to be in control of it all. Good or bad.”

“I understand,” I said softly. “I wouldn’t ever do it without your permission. I wouldn’t be taking anything from you, either. I can’t take memories and my effects are only temporary, but it does help in the moment. So if you ever need it…just let me know.”

I was worried I had overstepped a boundary, but Bucky’s emotions revealed that he was slowly becoming less defensive around me.

“Does it take anything out of you,” he asked, “when you do it?”

I shook my head. “Not usually. It can be mentally draining, sometimes, being exposed to so many different emotions around me, but Wanda’s taught me how to control it for the most part.”

“I’m sorry if anything I’ve ever felt has been a burden on you,” Bucky said quietly. I gave him a shy smile.

“It’s not as bad as you think,” I told him. “There’s a warmth in you. It’s nice…It feels like a fire on a cold winter night.”

I never thought I would see James Buchanan Barnes blush, and yet there it was. It brought with it a new wave of that warmth that I had grown to love, and I ached to feel more of it.

Unfortunately, the conversation was cut short when Scott walked into the gym. He took one look at Bucky and I, and then at the sand all over the floor from the busted punching bag, and his eyes widened.

“It’s nothing to worry about, just an accident,” I said quickly. “If you came in here to train then don’t let us stop you. We’re just gonna clean up the mess and leave.”

Scott still looked apprehensive, but he headed over to the bikes while Bucky and I began to clean up the sand. When we’d gotten rid of the mess, Bucky gave me a rueful smile.

“Thank you,” he said softly, and I returned the smile.

“Don’t mention it. I should get going; I’m supposed to be shopping with Wanda right now.”

“Oh, yeah, go then. I’ll be alright.”

He turned to leave, but I took a deep breath. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?” he replied instantly, spinning on his heels. He looked almost…hopeful?

“If you ever need anything…don’t hesitate to ask,” I murmured, and he smiled. The warmth he usually exuded had intensified until my whole body felt as if it were wrapped in a thick blanket.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he murmured, and then he was gone, leaving me feeling more unsteady than I’d ever felt.

“(Y/N), you look amazing,” Wanda breathed as I stepped out of the bathroom. I blushed and smoothed out the skirt of my dress.

“You think?” I asked uncertainly. “You don’t think I look silly, or dumb…?”

Nat grinned as she put on her devil horns headband. “If that outfit doesn’t have Barnes foaming at the mouth then the guy’s either blind or gay.”

My blush deepened, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t specifically chosen this costume for Bucky’s benefit. The red dress with white polka dots, the red pumps that had me standing six inches taller, the vibrant red lipstick, and the victory rolls that my hair had been styled into all made my 1940s-era pin-up girl ensemble. As I regarded my reflection in Wanda’s full-length mirror, I couldn’t help but admire how much I actually liked this look on me.

“Seriously, (Y/N) – You’ll be catching Bucky’s eye as well as the eyes of every other person with a dick at this party tonight,” Wanda teased. “Hell, if I weren’t so in love with Vis, I would go for you right now.”

She tried to make a seductive face but with her bunny ears and the little painted pink nose all I could do was giggle at how silly it looked and shake my head.

“C’mon, let’s get down there before Tony sends someone for us.”

As usual, Tony’s party was over-the-top. The entire main floor of the compound had been transformed into a mix of a club and a haunted house, with Halloween décor and flashing lights everywhere. The party was already in full swing and there had to have been at least three hundred people there.

Feeling a bit out of place, I dragged the girls over to the bar.

“Whiskey sour,” I told the bartender, and as soon as he handed me the glass I downed a mouthful.

“Damn, girl!” I heard from behind me, and turned to see Sam dressed as Will Smith’s character from Men in Black eying me with approval. Beside him Steve – dressed as Indiana Jones and looking absolutely adorable – looked as if he were unsure if he wanted to admire my costume or be the gentleman he was and not stare.

“She looks hot, huh?” Nat said smugly, and Sam nodded.

“Girl is on fire!” he breathed. “Who are you trying to impress, (Y/N)?”

My cheeks flamed. “No one,” I said too quickly. “I, uh…I just liked the costume.”

“You look just like you’ve come straight out of a magazine from the forties,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Buck’s gotta see this, it’s uncanny.”

His words set my heart racing, but when he turned and saw Bucky wasn’t anywhere in sight, Steve frowned. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Shoulda known he’d take off the first chance he got,” he said as Steve’s eyes scanned the crowd.

“I’ll find him,” Steve said, and he was about to leave when I set a hand on his arm.

“Let me handle this,” I said softly, and Steve’s brow furrowed.

“Are you sure?” he asked uncertainly. “He isn’t exactly the easiest to deal with when he’s like this.”

“Just trust me.”

Steve nodded, and I gave him a small smile before slipping away from the group. It didn’t take long for me to pick up on Bucky’s emotions. He was distressed, and it radiated so strongly it nearly drowned out everyone else around me. I followed the feeling into the kitchen and then the pantry, where I found Bucky leaning against the marble counter and breathing heavily.

“Bucky?” I said cautiously, and his head snapped up. When he saw me his eyes widened and he shook his head.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asked. His voice was tight.

“Steve was wondering where you were. He was worried.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, and then turned away from me. I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch, and waited for him to speak.

“I don’t want to be here,” he finally said.

“But you’re already in costume,” I said encouragingly, and to be honest it surprised me that Steve had even managed to talk him into wearing one. He was dressed as a vampire, with a black shirt and a red velvet doublet over it. He had no fake fangs, but his already-pale skin and sharp cheekbones, combined with the way he’d pulled his hair back in a low ponytail, complemented the costume much better than a set of plastic fangs would. He was beautiful, in a dark and sexy way, but I was not here to admire him. “I’m not a fan of these parties, either,” I admitted to him, “but Tony was right. We do need to show solidarity as a team.”

“I can’t go out there, (Y/N), you don’t understand,” he said in a quiet voice, and the severity of his anxiety hit me like a truck. He was terrified.

“You can,” I murmured gently. “I know being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, but you have friends out there to help you through it. You’ve got Steve, and Sam, and…me.”

I bit my lip in anticipation of his response. Finally, he looked at me – really looked at me for the first time since I’d found him – and his eyes widened.

“Shit, doll, your costume is taking me right back to 1941,” he murmured, and I blushed.

“Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“Good,” he assured me quickly. “You look…you look amazing.”

My cheeks were hot and my heart was ready to burst out of my ribcage, but I couldn’t let my personal feelings get in the way of why I’d come to find him. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Dracula,” I chuckled, “but no one will see that if you stay in here all night.”

He shook his head again, his face paling. “(Y/N), I can’t…”

“You can,” I insisted. “Let me help you, Bucky. I can take away your anxiety if that’s what you want.”

For a moment he looked torn. I was sure he was going to say no, but to my surprise he nodded.

“Alright,” he finally said. “I…I trust you. Do it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Please.”

There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes, and with a deep breath I stepped towards him, hesitating before reaching out to take his flesh hand between both of mine. His skin was warmer than I’d expected and I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him. Instead I focused on the buttons of his doublet until all of his anxiety melted away into a calmness.

“How do you feel?” I asked tentatively as I let go of his hand and stepped back.

“So much better,” he admitted in awe. “(Y/N), thank you. I…Wow. I wish I had let you do this sooner.”

A wave of pride washed over me, and I gave him a warm smile. “Happy to help,” I said. “Now, are you ready to join the party?”

Bucky nodded. “I think so.”

“If you start to feel overwhelmed at all throughout the night, just come grab my hand and I’ll help. Okay?”

It was Bucky’s turn to blush. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this, (Y/N),” he murmured. “I haven’t had peace of mind like this in a long time.”

“As I said, happy to help. Now c’mon, before Steve comes looking for us both.”

Steve mouthed a “thank you” to me as I led Bucky into the party. I replied with a smile and was glad to feel that Bucky’s anxiety hadn’t returned upon facing the party head-on. Nat and Wanda both arched their brows at me.

“What did you say to get him here?” Wanda asked.

“Or what did you do?” Nat smirked and I glared at her.

“I did what I would have done for anyone on the team.”

“Well he keeps staring at you,” Nat pointed out. “Guess the costume is working?”

Before I could even look to see if he really was in fact staring, Wanda dragged me out onto the dancefloor. “We’ll give him something to stare at!” she giggled, and then she was twirling me around and I almost – almost – was having too much fun to remember I was trying to catch a certain supersoldier’s attention.

Throughout the night I tried to keep in touch with Bucky’s emotions to make sure his anxiety wasn’t returning, but after a few whiskey sours my focus wasn’t as sharp and Nat and Wanda had me dancing until my feet started to ache in my heels. Sam had joined us on the dancefloor, as had Thor and Peter. Eventually, Nat went and grabbed a hold of Steve’s and Bucky’s hands and dragged them into the group.

“You guys are old, but you’re not dead!” she exclaimed. “Show us some of that forties’ charm!”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and I could feel his anxiety start to creep back into his mind. Before he could open his mouth, Wanda had pulled Steve forward to dance with her and Nat was nudging me towards Bucky.

I hesitated before setting a hand on Bucky’s arm. “If you need me to do the thing, I will,” I told him quietly, but he shook his head.

“No, I’m fine. Just…Dance with me?”

He said it as a question, and I gave him a small smile and nodded. It was a slow song playing and I hesitantly slipped my arms around his neck. Bucky set his hands on my waist and then looked at me imploringly.

“Is this alright?” he asked and I chuckled.

“This is 2019, Buck. If dance moves were rated like movies, this one would barely be considered PG.”

He blushed but nodded, and then we swayed gently to the music. It was neither awkward nor perfect – It was just nice, but I was okay with just nice if it meant I was dancing with Bucky. When the song ended and a more upbeat one started, he didn’t pull away like I had expected him to do, but instead he twirled me around and I let out a little shriek of surprise.

“Natasha was right; I’m old, not dead,” Bucky said. “Let me prove to you there’s more to me than a brooding ex-assassin.”

We danced for the better part of an hour, and I think everyone was shocked to learn that this side of Bucky existed. Steve looked thrilled – After all, he likely hadn’t seen his best friend so carefree in over seventy years. I myself was giddy with happiness; this night was so much better than I had thought it would be. As the time passed, though, my heels started making my feet ache more and more until I could barely stand, let alone dance. I apologized to the group and went to find a couch to rest on. Bucky detached himself from the group and followed me.

“You alright?” he asked me as I sank into the cushions of a couch not too far from the bar.

“Yeah, I just needed to sit,” I replied. “These shoes are unforgiving.”

“So take ‘em off.”

“But they complete the outfit.”

“Doll, with or without the shoes you still look stunning, trust me.” He sat on the edge of the table in front of me. “C’mon, let’s get you out of them before I have to start carrying you around because you can’t walk.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You would carry me around if I couldn’t walk?”

“Well it’s the least I could do,” he replied. “I mean, I owe you one, don’t I? If it weren’t for you, then I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be up in my room alone missing out on all the fun down here.”

“You don’t owe me,” I protested. “Seeing you have fun for once is reward enough for me.”

He gave me a shy smile. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Steve was right about you.”

This piqued my interest. “What do you mean?”

Bucky blushed and ducked his head, suddenly uncomfortable. “It’s nothing, I just…” He shook his head, then stood. “I need a drink,” he said. “Do you want a drink?”

“Um, yeah, sure. A whiskey sour, I guess,” I said, and he nodded before taking off to the bar and leaving me confused.

He returned with a beer for him and a whiskey sour for me. He handed me my drink but remained standing, his hand tapping the beer bottle as if he were nervous.

“Bucky, are you alright?” I asked, and he plastered a smile onto his face.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired. It’s been fun, but I think I might just turn in for the night.”

I did the best I could to hide the disappointment on my face and instead stood despite the protest from my aching feet. “I’ll walk with you,” I told him. “I’m getting tired, too.”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to leave the party just because I am,” Bucky protested. “Stay. Have fun.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or just pure confidence that drove me to say what I did next.

“How can I have fun when the best part of my night is leaving?”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed. “You don’t mean that,” he finally said. “You just want me to stay.”

I shook my head. “I never said we had to stay,” I disagreed. “I’m just saying my night has been a lot better with you as a part of it.”

“(Y/N)…” Bucky shook his head. “What do you want from me?”

“Only the truth.”

“And what truth would that be?”

“Why did you let me use my powers on you tonight?”

Bucky frowned. “I’m tired of letting my insecurities control me.”

I shook my head. “I meant, why tonight? I’ve offered before and you wouldn’t, but tonight you barely hesitated.”

Bucky was silent for a moment. When he finally spoke, he wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Because,” he murmured, “you walked into that pantry and I felt calmer before you even touched me. And you were wearing that damn outfit…I knew I’d be kicking myself in the ass if I let you walk out of that pantry back into the party because with the way you look tonight any guy here would be all over you.”

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my body grow warm. I wanted to jump him right then and there, but he was nervous and I didn’t want to scare him. “So why are you leaving me here now?” I asked him quietly.

The pause before his answer was even longer this time. “Because it scares me to think that you’ll see me differently if you spend any more time with me,” he admitted in a rough voice.

I took a step towards him, and then another, until we were mere inches apart. “I see the guy that made my night pretty damn great,” I told him. Before he could speak, I took his flesh hand in mine and was met with a wave of heat. “You’re incredibly warm,” I murmured.

“My body temperature runs higher than a normal person’s –” he started, but I shook my head.

“Not that. I mean that warmth I told you I felt in you? It’s…stronger. A lot stronger.”

In fact, it was so strong it was radiating from him to me until we were enveloped in our own little wildfire. I couldn’t even feel anyone else around me anymore, just him.

“I have one more question,” I said, and Bucky pursed his lips before nodding at me to continue. I licked my lips before asking, “Do you really want to go upstairs to your room alone while I stay here at the party?”

Bucky gritted his teeth. “No.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you to tell me neither of us are spending the night alone tonight.”

My hand on his tightened. “As long as you promise me that as much as you love this outfit, you won’t hesitate to help me out of it,” I said in a low voice, and Bucky’s blue eyes darkened as the heat he radiated became almost stifling.

“Upstairs,” he growled. “Now.”

His tone made me shiver in anticipation. “Whose room?”

“Yours is closer.”

The trip from the elevator to my door was a blur of heat and the thickest tension I’d ever felt. My stomach flipped with nerves as I felt Bucky’s eyes on me from behind me, and when the elevator stopped on the third floor, he followed me to my door. I managed to turn the knob, but as soon as I had stepped into the room Bucky’s hands were on my waist and he was spinning me around to face him. He kicked the door shut, his hands still on my waist as his eyes regarded me with hunger but also hesitance.

“(Y/N), are you sure you want this?” he asked me, and I rolled my eyes.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you don’t kiss me right now, I swear to god…”

I didn’t get to finish my threat, however, because Bucky had pulled me flush against him and crushed his lips to mine. I let out a surprised gasp and my hands quickly grasped Bucky’s biceps to steady myself as my legs started to feel weak. I had pictured this moment for months, and now that it was actually happening it was better than I could have ever imagined. His lips were soft but his kiss was hard, and soon he had me breathless.

“Bucky,” I breathed, disconnecting our lips. His mouth continued to trail down my jaw to my neck and my hands on his arms tightened.

“Tell me what you want, doll,” he murmured against my skin. “Tell me.”

“You. I want you.”

Suddenly Bucky’s hands slid under my thighs and he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and he reconnected our kiss as he carried me to the bed, where he laid me down among the blankets and pillows. He crawled on top of me, his eyes still dark, and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked at me.

“You are so beautiful,” he told me quietly, and I was sure I blushed from head to toe. Bucky leaned in to kiss me softly, and when he pulled away, I bit my lip.

“Thought you were gonna help me out of this dress, Sergeant,” I said to him in a husky voice. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard, but then he gave me a small smile and shook his head.

“Oh, I will, doll, but you gotta have patience. I plan on taking my time with this.” He leaned in so that his mouth was at my ear, his breath hot. “Wanna make sure I ruin you for all other men.”

His words sent shivers through me and I let out a soft whimper as his teeth nipped gently at my earlobe before he pulled away. The ache at my core grew stronger than ever and I sat up, my arms winding around his neck and pulling him back to me for a searing kiss. Bucky lifted me into his lap and my legs once again wound around his waist as I hugged him to me. Our mouths remained locked in a passionate dance as Bucky’s hands roamed down my body to rest on my hips. My own hands fumbled with the buttons of his velvet doublet, and once he was rid of that I tugged the hem of his black shirt from the waistband of his pants and began on those buttons as well. I only got half of them undone before Bucky’s lips tore away from mine and he cocked one dark eyebrow at me.

“What did I say about taking my time?” he said. “Can’t do that if you tear off all my clothes right now.”

Flushed, I pouted at him. “I need something!” I huffed, but then a wicked smile spread across my face and I started to grind my hips against Bucky’s. His eyes widened and narrowed within half a second, and then I was once again pinned to the bed with him above me.

“Easy, doll,” he said in a low voice. “The more you try to rush me, the longer I’ll make you wait.”

I glared up at him, but was quickly sated when his lips started kissing the hollow of my throat. I let out a soft moan and it spurred him on, his hands once again roaming the curves of my body over my dress. He shifted and used his knee to nudge my legs apart enough for him to fit his thigh between them, but when I tried to wiggle closer to give myself some relief his hands held my hips firmly to the mattress. He chuckled at my huff of annoyance.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you, doll,” Bucky murmured. His lips had moved to the tops of my breasts that spilled out of the neckline of my dress, and his flesh hand slid slowly up my left leg while the metal hand still held my hips in place. I could feel myself grow hotter as his hand slid further up my leg, under my dress and towards the inside of my thigh. I tugged the elastic from his hair and carded my fingers through it. It was soft, and Bucky momentarily stopped his actions to close his eyes and let out a quiet groan. As sexy as the sound was, I silently cursed myself because his hand had been so close to where I needed it to be.

“You make it awful hard to take my time, doll,” he told me, his voice husky. “I can practically smell how bad you want it.”

I blushed. “How…?”

“Supersoldier, remember? Everything is enhanced.”

I should have been embarrassed that he could smell my arousal, but honestly it just made the whole thing that much hotter. I bit my lip, all annoyance at his slow pace replaced with the need to feel him everywhere.

“Please. Bucky,” I whined. “I need you to touch me.”

Bucky grinned, and then his hand under my dress finally slid up the inside of my thigh and over the black lace panties I was wearing. My eyes drifted shut at the contact, and when his hand applied more pressure to my clothed core I whimpered.

“This what you wanted, doll?” Bucky murmured as he rubbed at my core. I could only nod, and when he pushed my panties aside to slide his warm fingers through my slick folds my breath caught in my throat. “So wet for me,” he breathed. “I’ve barely even touched you yet.”

“So touch me,” I challenged, and Bucky’s eyes narrowed. The next thing I knew he was tearing the panties from my hips and I couldn’t even care that it was my favourite pair – The action was so hot that it just made me want him that much more. I sat up and grabbed his shirt, yanking it open. Buttons popped and Bucky growled, pulling me until I was straddling his lap as his shirt fell from his shoulders, leaving him bare from the waist up. He really was a work of art, but I didn’t have long to marvel at his beauty before his lips crashed against mine and his hand once again found its way under my dress. Before he could touch me, though, I pulled away from his kiss and shook my head.

“Not that one,” I told him. “I want the metal one.”

Bucky’s eyes bulged, and for a minute I feared I’d pushed him too far. But then his eyes darkened and he replaced his flesh hand with the vibranium one. He held my eyes as he ran his fingers through my folds, the contrast between the cold metal and my wet heat sending shivers through my body. When he finally sank one and then two fingers inside of me my head fell back and I let out an obscene moan.

“That’s it,” Bucky cooed, his fingers pumping in and out of me slowly. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Just let me take care of you.”

I moaned again, and Bucky shifted our bodies so he was hitting me at a different angle. I cried out as his fingers found that magic spot inside me, and Bucky watched with a rapt expression on his face as I more or less fucked his hand. I could feel the coil in my abdomen tighten, but before I could come Bucky was pulling his hand away, leaving me empty and aching.

“Not yet, doll,” he murmured, and instead of whining I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my mouth, licking his metal digits clean of my juices without breaking eye contact. He stared at me with lust-filled eyes and I could feel him hardening beneath me. I smirked as I let his hand fall to his side.

“You aren’t the only one who knows how to play this game,” I teased. A growl rumbled from his chest, and then in one swift movement my dress had been yanked over my head and I was on my back and pinned to the bed with him hovering above me. His hair hung in his face, and I reached up to tuck some of it behind his ear. He turned his head to nip lightly at my wrist.

“You look absolutely breathtaking right now, doll,” he murmured, and I grinned.

“My view’s not too bad, either,” I chuckled. “But are we gonna keep staring at each other or actually do something?”

Bucky laughed, and then he flipped over so that he was on his back and I was straddling his hips. His hands slid up my body until they cupped my breasts, and when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I let out a soft moan and grinded my hips against his, causing his erection to twitch in his pants. I leaned down to catch his lips with mine, and as we kissed one of his hands alternated between my breasts while the other rocked me against him. The friction of his clothed erection against my bare core was going to quickly bring me to an orgasm, but before I could even build up to it Bucky’s hands gripped my hips and he tugged me up his body until his face was level with the heat between my legs.

“You smell so good, doll,” he mumbled. “Gotta have a taste.”

Before I could protest, Bucky was lifting my hips and sliding his face between my thighs. His tongue swiped along my slit and I moaned so loud I was sure the entire compound would have heard me if not for the party going on downstairs. My hands gripped the iron headboard in front of me for support as Bucky’s tongue continued to explore my folds. When his mouth finally sought out my clit I gasped his name, my hands letting go of the headboard so my fingers could tangle in his hair to hold him there. I could feel him smile against me, his hands tight on my thighs around his head, and when he began to suck on my clit, I couldn’t help but roll my hips against his face. My enthusiasm had him moaning into me which only added to my pleasure, and it wasn’t long before I was so close to falling over the edge.

“Bucky…” I whined breathlessly. His mouth briefly stopped its ministrations and his eyes met mine. He looked about as wrecked as I felt.

“Come for me, doll,” he urged, his voice husky. “Come all over my face, I wanna taste how sweet your release is.”

His words, combined with his lips wrapping around my clit, had me coming undone in the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I cried out Bucky’s name, my fingers curling tightly in his hair as my nails dragged against his scalp, while Bucky brought me down with tiny kisses and kitten licks. When I’d finally somewhat gotten my breath back, Bucky lifted me off his face and sat up, pulling me to his chest and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead as he smoothed out my hair.

These moments of tenderness weren’t something I had expected from the world’s deadliest ex-assassin, but knowing he had this side warmed my heart. However, I was still starving for his touch and the tenderness could wait until later. My hands reached down and undid the buckle of his belt before unbuttoning his pants and reaching underneath his boxer briefs to grab his length. He let out a soft hiss as my fingers curled around the shaft, and when my thumb brushed over the tip, he groaned my name.

“I can’t do this any longer,” he panted. “I need you now.”

With that, Bucky rid himself of the rest of his clothes and then I was on my back and he had taken himself in his hand. He slid his length through my soaked folds a few times, coating it with my juices, and then he aligned himself with my entrance and slid in fully in one slow thrust. I whimpered at how well he filled me and he let out a soft “Fuck,” stilling as he allowed for me to adjust to his size. He was certainly the largest I had ever had, but I wanted him so badly I didn’t need more than a couple of seconds to adjust. I rolled my hips up into his, and when he let out a sharp breath, I bit my lip.

“Ruin me, Sergeant,” I said in a smoky voice, and that was all the encouragement Bucky needed because all of a sudden he was pulling out of me just to slam back into me. He set a brutal pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he drove into me over and over, the room suddenly filled with the sound of skin on skin and our moans and whimpers of pleasure. Every time Bucky thrust into me, I let out a moan and my walls would clench around him, causing him to grunt and groan in return. It wasn’t long before my legs started to feel boneless and the coil in my stomach tightened, but before it tightened too much Bucky’s movements slowed until he was barely dragging in and out of me.

I looked up to see that his brow was furrowed and I realized that he was concentrating on not coming. I reached up to pull his face to mine, kissing him hard as I purposely clenched my walls around his length and rolled my hips against his. He choked on the air he’d just sucked in and I could feel his cock twitch inside me.

“(Y/N)…” he warned. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.”

“It’s okay, I’m close,” I breathed. My fingers laced through his hair as I pulled his face close to mine. “Come for me, Buck. I’ll be right behind you.”

With a soft groan, Bucky set at a ruthless pace once again. It didn’t take long before his thrusts became more erratic, but he was determined to make me come first as he reached between us with his flesh hand to rub furiously at my clit while he drove into me. Between his fingers on my clit, the way his thick length stretched my walls while he hit that sweet spot inside of me, and his searing kiss, it took no time at all to have me coming undone and crying out “James, fuck!” My nails scratched along his back as I arched into him, and then his hips stuttered and I could feel him spill into me. He buried his face into my neck with a groan, and we stayed like that for a few minutes.

Bucky’s weight was heavy on top of me, but in a comfortable way, so I was disappointed when his now-soft length slipped out of me and he rolled onto his back next to me. Neither of us spoke right away, and panic started to settle in – Panic that he’d gotten what he wanted and that would be it.

He got up after a minute and disappeared into the bathroom, and I was surprised when he returned a minute later with a damp washcloth. Waiting for my permission, he cleaned up the mix of our juices between my legs with a gentleness the complete opposite of how he’d handled me only moments before. He pressed a quick kiss to the inside of my thigh as he finished up, a rueful grin on his face.

“I made quite the mess of ya, doll, I’m sorry,” he chuckled, and I bit my lip and giggled before sitting up and brushing a damp lock of hair from his face.

“Don’t apologize, silly. You did promise to ruin me for all other men.”

His eyes were blue fire as he regarded me. “Did it work?”

I got the impression that we were no longer just carrying out playful banter; the way he was staring at me, mixed with the warmth that his mind was emitting, were what gave me the courage to do what I did next. Sitting up on my knees, I pulled him into a lingering kiss. When we broke apart, I held his eyes.

“I don’t want anyone but you, Buck,” I whispered, my voice husky. “It’s always gonna be you.”

I watched Bucky’s face soften. “Fuck, doll, you have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmured, and then he laid me back down in the pillows for round two.

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #smut #halloween #mcu #bucky reader insert #fluff #angst

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Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019)

I mostly like Quentin Tarantino's movies, but when I saw this in the theater I considered it one of his worst. But I still liked some stuff about it. I liked the thick atmosphere of late-sixties Los Angeles, and I liked Leonardo DiCaprio's character's arc & his performance, and I liked some of the playful touches, even though some of them feel indulgent. "Indulgence" is a big concern when it comes to evaluating QT's movies. Sometimes his indulgences are charming and sometimes not so much. I'm kind of hoping a second viewing will make me like this movie a bit more. Okay, here goes…

Vintage Columbia logo. That kind of thing always works well on me.

First five minutes or so are cinematic in a familiar way, not much to note. But at about 0:06:15 there's a jarring little interruption where a narrator tells us LD just lied. The only moment of narration at all.

Then Al Pacino is reflecting on some of the movies he's been watching, and we see some clips. They look kind of vintage, but also kind of Tarantino-y. Like, that scene where LD torches Nazis doesn't actually look like it could be from the 60s.

"Bounty Law! Starring Rick Dalton!" Then a cut to a dorky TV musical sketch. Kind of funny. Not subtle. I love that announcer voice that says "Bounty Law!"

One thing that often works well in QT movies is when he has an actor deliver, and savor delivering, a weighty minute or so of dialogue that really sets up a situation. Think Christopher Walken's monologue in Pulp Fiction or the first scene with Christoph Waltz in Inglourious Basterds. This AP conversation where he talks to LD about where to take his career is like a mini version of one of those but doesn't last as long.

0:15:10 - First really nice period shot of LA. Very nice to look at.

I think the intended audience for this movie knows details about the Manson murders that most moviegoers don't actually know. For example, the ominous close-up of the sign for Cielo Drive. I don't think it's a mistake; I think he's knowingly alienating some viewers so he can give a better experience to those who do know about them. So I can't imagine recommending this movie without also strongly suggesting studying the Manson murders first.

Brad Pitt speeds down a boulevard in West Hollywood, a filming location which has been very lovingly decorated in the style of the period. The production design of this movie was rightly heralded.

Sequence with BP in his trailer making dinner for himself and his dog. Vivid; at one point they cut to a closeup of a pinup poster. Doesn't seem to be a reason for that except for "I'm Quentin Tarantino and I do whatever I feel like". Indulgent, is what I'm saying.

Also indulgent is this minute we're spending watching Roman Polanski drive to this party at the Playboy mansion.

I don't remember noticing this before, but that's Damian Lewis playing Steve McQueen and that's kind of perfect.

Scene where Kurt Russell is telling LD that BP has a creepy vibe and killed his wife, then we cut abruptly to apparently a scene of BP having a mundane argument with his wife maybe… okay, leaves the audience wanting more info, but maybe in kind of an irritating way.

Now this scene with Bruce Lee holding forth. Bruce Lee probably didn't generally speak in arrogant, bullying Quentin Tarantino monologues. Entertaining scene though.

But the left-me-wanting conversation from the previous scene helps this scene with Bruce Lee be more tense. Also the not-ringing-true snottiness of Bruce Lee makes it funny how that fight goes down.

0:52:30 - Okay, LD is in costume as a bad guy on a show, and he's got the long hippy hair that was spoken of in the AP scene. Just saying, I like that it was described and now we're seeing what I'd pictured.

And now this memorable conversation between LD and the little girl actress. The kid acts so grown up. This could have failed because of course no eight year old talks like this girl. But this scene is awesome. And without movies by QT, there aren't scenes like this.

Now Margot Robbie. We've seen her in a few scenes so far as Sharon Tate, but she's only been depicted as a dancing starlet bopping around town. For those of us that know she's a Manson victim, it works in a certain way. But does it work otherwise?

Okay, this is a peculiar part of the movie, it's pretty fun but kind of insider-y. LD is talking about being in the running for Steve McQueen's role in The Great Escape, and they edit in some outstanding CGI scenes of LD in the actual movie of The Great Escape. Playful, but just a weird bit of color…

…but then here's this next scene where MR, playing Sharon Tate, happens upon a cinema playing a movie she's in, and after a leisurely-paced interaction with the cinema workers, she goes in and watches the movie. Unlike the CGI trickery demonstrated in the last scene with LD, we watch actual Sharon Tate on screen. MR is visibly delighted to see "herself", and to hear the audience reacting to her performance. It all works, maybe more in spite of than because of QT's ever-present choice-broadcasting (which is also why we get a good look at MR's feet in this scene).

This is followed immediately by the sequence of the TV show LD is shooting. More playful indulgence. We see the scene edited as it probably would have been edited in 1969, but shot with modern cinematography, and interrupted by LD calling for his line, then backing up and redoing some of the scene. Can it be justified beyond just the undeniable fact that it's pretty interesting? Maybe that's enough. Maybe I'm being a snob, but also, what, was I not supposed to acknowledge it at least?

Stuff now starting with BP picking up Margaret Qualley's dirty hippy flirty cultist character. Before she even has any lines, the screen is practically bulging from the force of MQ's personality. It's entertaining.

1:28:30 - More of the TV show. We get to see LD's character be a good actor, and impress the director and the kid actor, which touches him, it's nice.

It's an hour and 38 minutes into the movie, and now we're to the scene on Spahn's Movie Ranch. I'm already thinking that by now we should be deeper into some kind of story than we are, and now this scene that I remember vividly. Not totally in a bad way, but for all the good things about it, it is stretched way out. Suspense is built up, skillfully, but without the kind of payoff we'd probably like. I mean, it's like a horror movie, with the rat squirming in the trap and the tense music and the "HE MAY BE TIRED" line from Dakota Fanning, but then it's back to not being a horror movie….

…in fact, it's on to this charismatic-tough-guy scene that feels Pulp-Fiction-y. Our MINDS are BLOWN that he hit the guy so hard and made the cultists so mad, it's a fantasy come to life, but just in a movie!!! This stuff is long, but not THAT boring, but maybe it could have been a little less boring, plus more relevant to later events.

LD and BP are now watching an episode of a show he'd done. Way more violent than TV shows probably were in 1969. They like watching his little "heavy" role and chuckling about it.

Then a SIX MONTHS LATER card, and some narration for the first time since that little jokey bit in the beginning. Also jokey is the fact that this new section is narrated, VERY narrated, and is the fact that Kurt Russell is the narrator also jokey?

2:02:50 - "…going back to Missouri." LD's character is from Missouri? With that accent? Is this also an in-joke?

The aforementioned narration persists for a long time. Seems gratuitous. QT was clearly like "We'll do the first two hours of the picture without a narrator, and then suddenly there will be a whole bunch of stupid narration hahahahahahaha! No one else would do that!!! That's reason enough for me to do it!!!!"

Finale is going on now with the Manson cultist killer people approaching the house. If you know what really happened, you're freaking out. But if you know what really happened and you already know how this movie changes that story… it's entertaining. What I'm saying is that it's funny this second time through, without the worry about seeing what really transpired.

"And you were on a horsie!" "Nah something dumber than that" Hahaha BP is super funny in this scene.

Dang, the dog just mutilates Tex, and it's funny!

He violences that woman very very very much, it's nuts, kind of funny but so disturbing.

LD flamethrowers that girl in the pool. She's in the pool. But still dies from being on fire. /shrug

We never did get the whole story about BP killing his wife.

The last scene, MR talks to LD, inviting him up for a friendly drink with her friends. It ends with us thinking how nice it would be if she and her friends hadn't been the victims of a cruel slaughter just moments earlier. That's not a bad way to end a movie. But it's a long movie, and I'll say this again: indulgent. You might not feel that in on the jokes, and even if you do, you might not have as much time for them as this movie requires.

#once upon a time in hollywood

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chromecutie · 6 years

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Colossus x Reader - jet wash!

A/N: based on an anon's request. Hope you like! I pictured Reader sized about like Hilda aka the GREATEST PINUP GIRL EVER, but, you know. Picture her how you want.

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It was as easy a day as there ever was at the X Mansion. The students had a day off of classes, and while most were content to do quiet things and not get into a lot of mischief, there was a batch of rowdy ones likely as not to get into a brawl to test each other's powers. Colossus walked the halls, suspicious that it was so much quieter than he expected. He was more than prepared to break up a fight if he found one, but he couldn't find any of the usual suspects.

He headed outside to walk the grounds and see who he could find. It wasn't long before he heard shrieking and he bolted toward the sound. When Colossus found the landing pad for the jet, he found the rowdiest, most energetic teenagers...and her.

She was officially the literature/language instructor, and unofficially the school counselor. She had a snarky streak that managed to charm the hardest kids and get them to open up to her. Colossus had immense respect for her because of that, and lately that respect has shifted to include romantic feelings.

He couldn't guess how she had wrangled this group of teens, but here they were, all working together (mostly) to wash the X Jet. A few were playfully antagonizing each other, but it seemed more like friendly competition to take care of their parts of the jet.

When he saw her, though, it was less of a mystery. Colossus found his own heart caught in his throat and he had to force himself to act natural. Her thick, full thighs shot out of high waisted shorts. Since she had been moving around a lot to scrub the landing gear, the shorts had ridden up a little and just a bit of butt cheek was showing. She wore a swimsuit top in a vintage cut, and her hair was pinned away from her face. Overall, she looked like she ought to be painted on the nose of the jet, like a WWII war machine.

She shrieked and jumped, laughing as one of her students had diverted the spray of the hose to hit her. As she turned, she locked eyes with Colossus and froze in surprise. “Hi!” she greeted with a bigger smile than ever. “Just who I was hopin’ to see out here!”

“Oh? Me?” The tall, chrome Russian glanced behind him, hardly believing she meant him.

She practically skipped over to him and briefly took his hand. “Yeah, you. We're washing the jet and, uh, I was hoping,” she cringed as if she was about to ask an imposing favor, “you could give me a boost to get onto the wing?”

“Hey!” a boy called indignantly. “I said I could get you up there!”

Colossus watched as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Even she was tested by this kid. “I know, bud, and thank you, but I have a thing with getting lifted telekinetically. I just don't like how it feels. Remember what we said about boundaries? Okay. Thanks for understanding, dude.”

She turned back to her colleague and added, “Plus, I don't want any of them up there in case they slip and fall, you know?”

Colossus nodded, “Da, I see.” He was suddenly nervous about dropping her, but it wasn't very likely. Her skin had a unique ability to grip almost any surface. The kids regularly tried to prank her by coating the floor in Crisco or covering her doorknob in KY lube, but she could dance on the Crisco and the KY just made her mad more than anything.

Trying to stay as professional as possible, and let her keep as much control as she could, Colossus had her climb onto his thigh, then his shoulder. And getting to touch so much of her skin, wet and sudsy, was only a little distracting to him.

From his shoulder, she pushed herself up onto the wing, and she was as smooth and sure-footed as mountain goats. She laid on her stomach and beamed, saying sweetly, “Thank you so much. Can you pass me the bucket I left down there?” She reached and when Colossus handed it to her, their fingers touched and they were reluctant to part. “Thanks,” it was almost a whisper, but the light in her eyes lit a fire in his heart.

“Of course,” he couldn't contain his own smile. “I'll be here when you're ready to come down.”

As she got to work running her soapy sponge over the top of the jet, Colossus absently watched, wondering if she'd be open to some time alone with him.

One of the girls came up to his side, dressed in cutoff short shorts and a triangle top. A telepath, she leaned toward Colossus and said in a conspiratorial tone, “She's been waiting for you since we came out here, but didn't want to ask. She tries not to let on, but that woman is THIRSTY, wow. Just saying.”

He held his breath a moment, desperate not to show he was flustered, and resorted to his easiest cover-up tactic: play the dumb adult. “Thirsty? Did you all not bring water bottles out here?”

The student squinted at him. “I know you know what I mean. Nice try. Ask her out before she makes up stupider reasons to see you.”

#colossus #colossus x reader #fanfic #twinkly bae #xmen #fluff

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blizzardfluffykpop · 6 years

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Jisung X Reader

(This is inspired by the Youngblood MV by 5sos wow that was a sad bop, but the music video was so damn cool just sayin)

Summary:It’s the year 2064 a pill can take you back to the day you were 23 anyone as the days go on you get a little older in your twenties but you can ask for different kinds but they are only offered at the nursing home where you and your husband reside.

One-shot

Youngblood AU (the music video not the lyrics)

The year is 2064, I’ve reached the prime age of 63 (if your not an 01′ liner I’m sorry just make it the age you’d be in 2064 kay)? I’ve been married to my husband for about twenty years, dating for a good ten before hand. Our children put us both in the nursing home, where in a way it gives me a new life, but at the same time a one I have lived before. But this time I control how time goes, for twenty-four hours. Every day a different scenario, but the same age, 23, for me at least, Jisung at the time was 24.  

You see the thing is there is this new pill, its green and about the size of a horse pill. The nurse gives me one, and my husband one as well, everyday of the week. I go from being 63 and in the nursing home to the shared apartment from 40 years ago, he goes from having his gray hair to having his long blond hair, as I’ve always said and probably will continue to say no matter what age we are he has always looked good as the day I meet him. I turn back as well, and the watch that tells you how much time the both have left in this false reality is on his right wrist.  

I walk over to my closet and put on my pinup dress, with fishnets, that’s when I notice my star is gone from my wrist, the one that matches Jisung’s, I guess that’s what this day is about, it’s us getting our matching tattoos, I think to myself as I finish getting ready.

Maybe I should tell you a bit about us, and why I’m getting dressed in a pinup outfit, the both of us belong to a group, I’m sort of what they call a groupie, to his band called Stray Kids, I have a reason for being a groupie, though. Before I got into a relationship with him my sister got into a relationship with Woojin. A rather nice fellow, and she got tired of being alone and following the band. So she decides to drag me along and watch them perform, the one that caught my eye was Jisung, a blond haired rapper, her boyfriend was the lead guitarist.  

They would walk around the towns they were in like they owned, and with their looks it seems like they did. My sister thought it was brilliant to get me into dressing up as a pinup to fit in, and needless to say I actually really liked it. Jisung wasn’t the only one to notice me back then, or right now, Minho did as well. And that’s what today is about if I remember correctly. But I’m still not done explaining the days before-hand.  

He asked me out after what I guess I could call now, courting me, for a few days. My sister was quite happy that I said yes, and so was I because he liked me? Wow, that made my heart thump, when they weren’t playing a gig he’d take me out for a night watching the sunset over the sea on his motorcycle.  

The nine of them together, is like a big family, and to be accepted into it feels amazing. When you become Chan’s honorary child, and Jeongin’s older sister, it feels like a home away from home. Jisung to me was my room, why? Because I found the most comfort just being in the presence of him, talking to him just felt like I could let everything out and he could tell me everything on his mind. He’s my comfort zone like I am for him, there’s not anything we have to hold back from each other we just can speak about anything and the other one can console or understand what we are going through. 

Today’s the night we miss the sunset because they had gotten an encore for the first time, and they’re not ones to turn people down for their music. But that doesn’t happen till later of course, being as I’m getting on the subway to see them perform. When I watch them get in and act like the true family they are. He catches my eye staring at him. And I give him a soft smile and the subway makes its stop, we both get out, he grabs my hand I interlock our fingers.  

We get out of the square when Minho tells Jisung off about being with me, and asks for a fight for my love, as beautiful as that sounds, I don’t at all have feelings for Minho. Maybe he should have thought that before he had seen our hands interlocked, maybe he should have tried winning my heart. That’s when Jisung accepts the fight when he clearly didn’t have to, I mean for god sake’s who’s hand am I holding! I’m holding Jisung’s not Minho’s, but clearly that doesn’t matter because a challenge is something Jisung never backs down from. Admirable yes, stupid more so, but did he care, no not when he was challenged.  

They walk over to the forest no to far away from here as I tug on Jisung’s hand to try to get him to stop and he shakes his head at me telling me, ‘I won’t back down, he’s going to know who’s boss’ and that’s when they get in a stance and I just step away. It was either that or jump in the middle and get them to stop, but even if so they’d be at each other’s throats throughout the whole concert.  

It’s a good ten minute before Minho gets knocked down by Jisung says with ferocity, “Get it through your head, (Y/n) is mine, whether you like it or not” to Minho before helping him back up and pushing him in front of the two of you, you three join up with group shortly after. 

When we get into the town’s square the Silver Boys challenge them in their denim to a dance off. And you may think to yourself but they are band they can’t dance, oh how wrong you are.  

Although neither of them win because someone informs the cops are on the way and if you guys don’t stop you’ll be arrested. Jisung beckons me over to him for us to walk hand in hand to the bar where they would be performing. But before the both of us could walk into the building he pushes me against the wall his hand resting beside my head on the wall, he looks from my eyes to my lips, and back again before kissing me. It feels just as it did that night, because it is that night, his lips pressed against mine, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

The kiss doesn’t last as long as it seemed to last, a few minutes off the clock as he looks at it, eleven more hours to spend as twenty-something year olds. By the time they finish the concert that my sister and I jammed out to, the second time for me, the first time for her at this concert. We get them to an encore which was technically the first time in their career, second time for Jisung and I.  

Afterwards, we hope on to his bike to the nearest tattoo shop wanting to get our loved embellished on our wrists. For me it would be the first, the last, and the most memorable tattoo of my life. A star because we are stars, just one’s that talk, love, and sing. Stars dance as we do and live and then die creating more stars. It was another way to signify our love for each other to get matching tattoos we went through different ideas before hand, like a king and queen tattoo, but that’s to gaudy and the queen needs to jump off a bridge. After a list of an ideas as he rode the motorcycle toward it we looked up and said simultaneously “How ‘bout a star?” we giggled and decided that was perfect. We get off of it and enough was said we had one tattoo artist do it in his own way, but the same way on both of our wrists.  

We got everything we needed to keep the tattoo clean, and we made our way out the building as e paid for it, splitting it the money between the two of us. The sunset already gone and the stars were the only thing left, as he drives to our spot. The one where he parks the bike, spins me in front of him and kisses me under the night sky, I quickly reciprocate the kiss, it felt like I was melting into his hands, his lips, as kiss back. Our lips like two puzzle pieces made for each other and each other alone. What more could one want as we release to grin at each other he looks at the watch an hour left, what could we possibly do... I get off the bike quickly and yell, “Tag your it!” “Not so fast” He grins chasing after me and tagging me back, as we run all over the town.  

It’s my turn as he runs before he gets corned int he alley way I laugh and come up to him my arms out just in case he tries to make a break for it, and I nuzzle my face into his neck, “Tag, your mine” I whisper into his neck, “Tag your mine, no tag backs” I laugh and he puts his face into my neck and I leave an open mouth kiss as we decide to sit down against the wall, “How much time do we have left” “Enough for this” he says showing me the seconds running out, and he grabs my hand interlocking our fingers as he kisses me, I kiss softly back holding him.  

We return in our wheelchairs kissing softly, our hands interlocked, I wouldn’t trade him for the world even if he can be a tough brat once a while, just like I can be. But I love him more than you could guess.

#stray kids #punk au #youngblood au #jisung #x reader #reader #kpop x reader

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osakaso5 · 6 years

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Toma Inumaru Poisonous Gangster Rabbit TV Part 1: The Aftermath Of The Revolution ~Toma's Side~

Part 2 | Part 3

Audience: Kyaaaa...!

Minami Natsume: Such loud cheering even after we've gotten off the stage. They're looking at the monitor excitedly.

Toma Inumaru: Mina, don't peek out too much. If they see you, they'll freak out.

Minami Natsume: I wouldn't do something so careless.

Toma Inumaru: Still, we did it! You saw it, right!? That audience! All that cheering!

Toma Inumaru: We made the whole city dance!

Torao Mido: Haha. Don't get too excited, Toma. Should I throw you a frisbee?

Toma Inumaru: Stop treating me like a dog!!

Haruka Isumi: Hmph... They're all so naive and stupid.

Haruka Isumi: I won't get absorbed in the audience’s feelings.

Haruka Isumi: ...Even if he calls me a failure, I'll surpass Tenn Kujo and Zero in my own way.

Ryo Tsukumo: Hey guys, good work.

Minami Natsume: Ryo-san.

Toma Inumaru: Were you watching?

Ryo Tsukumo: This was my adorable ŹOOĻ's battle debut! Of course I was!

Ryo Tsukumo: I even filmed some of it, look...

Torao Mido: It's shaky.

Haruka Isumi: Ah, now there's people standing in front of the camera. I can't see anything.

Ryo Tsukumo: I was fiercely battling another guy for the spot, you see.

Toma Inumaru: The whole camera's shaking. It's making me dizzy...

Haruka Isumi: Me too... Ugh...

Minami Natsume: Oh my, are you alright? Would you like some dried apricots?

Ryo Tsukumo: Watch the whole thing. Look, I won in the end.

Minami Natsume: He was saying very vulgar things as he left.

Ryo Tsukumo: Horrible, wasn't he. I bet he was some sort of insect in his past life. Comfort me, Minami.

Minami Natsume: How much will you pay me?

Ryo Tsukumo: So you won't give me any love for free...

Torao Mido: That's how it goes.

Ryo Tsukumo: Oh well. In any case, congrats on your huge success.

Ryo Tsukumo: You'll be very busy after this. You're going to be on magazine covers, posters all around town, TV, commercials, and doing lives.

Ryo Tsukumo: The whole country will be neck-deep in ŹOOĻ, just like tonight! You're going to make a hundred million people dance! What a sight that'll be!

Torao Mido: That's unexpected.

Ryo Tsukumo: What is?

Torao Mido: Seeing you happy.

Ryo Tsukumo: But of course I am!

Ryo Tsukumo: The center vocalists, Haruka and Toma. The performers who also do the chorus, Torao and Minami.

Ryo Tsukumo: You four are my greatest toys ever, better than any playset!

Toma Inumaru: Hmph, toys, huh. Well, not like I mind.

Toma Inumaru: You're just a stepping stone to us, too. All you need to do is torment TRIGGER like they tormented us.

Haruka Isumi: I'll destroy Tenn Kujo with my singing.

Torao Mido: Haha. As long as we have fun. Love never lasts, anyways.

Torao Mido: Don't you think so too, Minami?

Minami Natsume: Fufu, that's a secret.

Torao Mido: Well aren't you mysterious.

Minami Natsume: Do you want to know that badly?

Torao Mido: Nope.

Ryo Tsukumo: Now, ŹOOĻ. Let the game begin.

Ryo Tsukumo: The game to make everyone here hate you, and eventually, all idols.

- - - -

Toma Inumaru: ...

Toma Inumaru: ...Hmm.

Door opens

Toma Inumaru: ...Whoah!?

Toma Inumaru: Haru..! Learn to knock!

Haruka Isumi: Is it just you here? What are you doing?

Toma Inumaru: Shut up, I...

Toma Inumaru: I've got a sore neck, so I was looking for a pressure point that could fix it.

Haruka Isumi: Lame... You're like some geezer. Is Ryo-san here?

Toma Inumaru: He's talking on his phone in the other room.

Toma Inumaru: Haru, are you done with that thing? Y'know, for the live pamphlets...

Haruka Isumi: What?

Toma Inumaru: The shoot! For the pictures that'll be put on the pamphlets.

Toma Inumaru: They said they'd take some solo shots too, remember.

Haruka Isumi: Ah... I did that a while ago, I think.

Toma Inumaru: I see. How'd you pose? Also, tell me what you were wearing and where the photos were taken.

Haruka Isumi: Huh? I don't remember.

Toma Inumaru: How'd you forget!? They're the pinups used for the pamphlets of our first stage live!

Haruka Isumi: Because they've been taking so many pictures of me lately. For magazines and ads and whatever...

Haruka Isumi: I can't remember which ones were which.

Toma Inumaru: It's true that we've been busy, but they should've all had different themes.

Haruka Isumi: What a pain... They should just take all the photos in one place at the same time and be done with it.

Haruka Isumi: All this idol stuff is so pointless.

Toma Inumaru: ...Listen, Haru.

Toma Inumaru: Normally, a group that's just debuted would never be able to get this much work.

Toma Inumaru: When I made my debut at around your age...

Haruka Isumi: I'm not like you.

Haruka Isumi: And ŹOOĻ's not like your old group that didn't make it, NO_MAD.

Haruka Isumi: There's nothing for me to learn from all the idols up until now. So save your lecture.

Toma Inumaru: ...

Toma Inumaru: Is that so.

Haruka Isumi: ...

Toma Inumaru: ...

Haruka Isumi: ...

Haruka Isumi: Are you mad?

Toma Inumaru: I'm not.

Haruka Isumi: ...Liar.

Toma Inumaru: I'm not lying.

Haruka Isumi: Then why don't you say something? You're ruining the mood.

Toma Inumaru: ...I was just trying to look out for you since unlike Tora and Mina, you can be kinda awkward.

Toma Inumaru: I don't feel like giving out pointless advice, either.

Haruka Isumi: ...

Toma Inumaru: ...

Haruka Isumi: ...Wanna eat some madeleines? Or chocolate?

Toma Inumaru: No thanks.

Haruka Isumi: ...

Toma Inumaru: ...

Toma Inumaru: Sigh...

Toma Inumaru: I guess nobody ever taught you how to apologize.

Haruka Isumi: ..!

Haruka Isumi: Why should I apologize!? I didn't do anything wrong! You're just too immature!

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, whatever.

Toma Inumaru: But IDOLiSH7's center sure was cute...

Haruka Isumi: What was that?

Toma Inumaru: Nothing. You like sweets, dont you. Just eat that stuff yourself.

Haruka Isumi: I just offered you some because I was trying to be nice! I dont like them that much!

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, sure.

Haruka Isumi: You don't like sweets? But they're so tasty.

Toma Inumaru: Haha. That's the first time you've been interested in what I like.

Haruka Isumi: ... I wasn't...

Toma Inumaru: Well, it's fine. Let's just take it easy, bro.

End of Part 1.

#idolish7 #toma inumaru #poisonous gangster #translation #zool #rabbit tv

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noretreatnancy · 6 years

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Let’s Be Bartenders for Halloween

Writing Prompts for @stardustandseas

#7, #25, and #44

This is long as hell, but super fun (I managed to make it a little angsty, because of course I did)

Halloween at the bar was always an experience. Candy was behind the bar, wearing her usual jeans and and tight white tank, with the addition of a small piece of cardboard with “Sexy Bartender” written on it. She had only conceded to this amount of effort because Elena was at the other end of the bar, in full 50s regalia, the cutest little diner girl anyone had ever seen, though perhaps the skirt was a bit shorter than regulation, and Candy was sure those diner girls hadn’t left quite that many buttons undone.

Jim had walked in, taken one look at Elle, all lip gloss and bouncing ponytail, and sunk into a stool at the end of the bar. Candy wasn’t sure whether to tease him or thank him. It never hurt to have someone as fear inducing as Jim around, and it especially wouldn’t hurt on a Halloween night when shots were half off and Elle looked like a vintage pinup. But damn, could her fool cousin be any more obvious? For a man who claimed to be completely over the crush he’d nursed since junior year, his eyes sure did follow the girl as she moved behind the bar, slicing limes and polishing glasses and setting out cute little candy bowls.

By midnight, the place was packed, and Candy was really getting into the serving groove, taking orders and money and mixing drinks, all while bouncing on her toes to the playlist Elle had carefully put together, a mix of cheesy halloween classics and the shit that the college kids liked.

She watched Elle, who had begun grinning at the first costumed customer, and hadn’t stopped since. She had acquired several admirers over the course of the night, but it was clear that she was too hyped up on mini-snickers to care. Candy liked to think it was her elaborate performance of The Monster Mash that attracted them, but more likely it was the cheerleader way she bounced around behind the bar in that little costume.

Jim was careful not to stare at the guys doing their best to pick her up, on the off chance that she actually took an interest in one. Candy was proud of this, because she knew how easily he could frighten lesser men with that hard-eyed stare. It was a family trait, one that she herself used anytime someone in a frat tshirt tried to look down her tank or lean too close across the bar. She’d had to pull it out several times tonight, enough that Elle had noticed.

“You should just change your sign.” she said, loud, over the roar of the bar. “To what?” Candy shouted back. “Sexy LESBIAN Bartender, duh” Elle grinned, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly.

Not five minutes later, some guy had the nerve to say “Candy, huh? I’d like to unwrap you like a piece of candy” and wink, like he’d delivered the line of the year. She stopped serving, dragging one hand down her face while she contemplated her entire existence on earth. “Tell me, buddy, is it hard, having that bad a sense of direction?’ He looked drunkenly confused, and she rubbed her temple with exasperation before elaborating “Can’t even find your way to a decent pickup line. Tragic.” He’d stumbled off, and she caved.

“You got a pen, Sandra D?” Elle dug it out of her little apron pocket, giggling, “She doesn’t even wear anything like this.” Candy just rolled her eyes. She inserted “Lesbian” in sharp thick letters, all caps, with an arrow pointing between the “Sexy” and “Bartender”, hoping Liza wouldn’t happen to walk in.

Liza walked in two seconds after she got the stupid string back around her neck, so that the sign hung down once more. She settled into a stool next to Jim, and gave Candy the smallest wave. She glanced at Elle, who was suddenly very absorbed in the Cosmo she was mixing. Goddamit. “Can I get you something, officer? Or are you on duty tonight?”

Liza gave the barest hint of a smile, one side of her full mouth pulling up slightly. Candy knew she was looking at the sign, Liza knew that Candy knew she was looking at the sign, but Candy refused to acknowledge it. “No ma’am, I’m not working tonight. Can I get a whiskey? Or is that not sexy enough for this particular bartender?”

Plenty sexy. Candy fought to keep her face still. She poured the drink, passed it to the off duty deputy, careful to maintain eye contact, not showing a hint of weakness, even if she was careful not to let their hands touch. Jim seemed to have stopped watching Elle for a moment, and was taking in the situation next to him with a smirk. Candy bared her teeth at him, but he just shook his head.

Suddenly, the bar was dead. Elle was covering pretty much every customer, leaving Candy without a single distraction or excuse not to talk to Liza. “SO, officer.” she said, disrespect through respect, using a formal title under informal circumstances, disdain and disregard - hot cop who? - “shouldn’t you be out on the streets, looking out for Michael Myers types or whatever it is small town cops do on Halloween?”

“Actually, I took the night off. Elle told me you guys were dressing up, so I thought I’d come by, judge the competition.” Liza twirled her whiskey between her palms, making sure that their gazes never broke. “I thought about doing some trick or treating. You know, I’ve always had a sweet tooth.”

Candy felt her skin flush, made the conscious effort not to bite her lip, to breathe. After just a second too long, she said “Well, lucky for you, our darling carhop has set out candy all over the place. You're welcome to have whatever you want.”

Liza leaned in, so slightly, and raised one eyebrow, asking in a much lower voice “Whatever I want?”

Candy knew she walked right into that, cursed the fact that fucking Eliza Marshal had her all flustered. Candace King did not get flustered. She was a stone cold fucking badass bitch, and weaker mortals cower in her presence, including hotshot deputies with great asses.

Before she could make her comeback, a flash of movement caught her eyes. Two stools down, a big guy in a “Jackass Gym Bro” costume had grabbed Elle by her wrist. Her wide smile was still on her face, as if frozen, despite the alarm in her eyes.

“Hey baby, let me buy you a drink.” He slurred slightly, not releasing her wrist despite the way she tugged, ignoring the obvious tension in the room, the three angry pairs of eyes on him. Candy kept one eye on the situation, and one on Jim, who had gone on alert like a bloodhound.

Elle too darted her eyes to where Jim was tensed to attack. So she had noticed his presence, the way he watched her all night. “You gonna buy me a drink… from myself?” she asked, incredulous, teasing, trying to lighten a moment that could easily devolve into mayhem.

He stared back, dumb son of a bitch, still holding onto Elle. “Yeah baby, and maybe I can slip you an extra $10 to pop open a few more of those buttons.”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” Candy snarled, moving to Elle’s side. He jumped, but still didn’t let go, or look to concerned. Too stupid to live. He blatantly scanned Candy’s body with a sloppy little smirk. “Oh hey, sexy lesbo huh? Gonna let me see some girl-on-girl here? What do you say, Happy Days?” he jerked Elle farther across the bar, chuckling. She yelped as her hips slammed into the bar, twisting like a snake to get free. Chaos erupted.

Candy came over the bar, catching the collar of the guys shirt. He was drunk, unprepared to be jerked forward, and he hit the bar with enough force to give a satisfying crunch. He jerked back up, blood pouring down his face, just in time to face Jim.

Candy whirled. Elle had stumbled back into the bottles on the wall, hand over her mouth. The wrist was red, a bruise for tomorrow. Her wide, terrified eyes were on the brawl which had just broken out, Jim hauling the guy around to face him. He slammed his big fist into the side of the guys head, another into his stomach. Candy was filled with a sudden, sickening fear that Jim would beat this drunk asshole college kid to death, right here in the bar, right in front of Elle, who was too shocked to make a sound.

“Fuck! Liza-” she met the cop’s gaze, suddenly feeling helpless. What the fuck was she supposed to do here? She couldn’t let Jim pound this guy to meat, but she was unwilling to throw herself into the fray. The famous King temper was something Westlanders knew well, a force of nature that had to run its course, but they were not in fucking Westland and these college kids would not know the rules about no police involvement.

Liza must have seen all the desperation Candy poured into that look, because she shouted “If I die tonight, King, best believe I’ll be haunting your sweet ass for the rest of eternity!”, before moving towards the 6’9” tower of rage that was Jim after his best friend and practical sister were both harrased right in front of him. Christ, this kid had fucked with the wrong bartenders tonight.

Suddenly, a wave of something splashed over the bar, onto the two frenzied figures. Elle stood, holding an empty pitcher of beer, looking ready to tear someone's throat out. Jim went still, whipping his head around. It was almost cartoonish, the way his fist stopped mid swing, frat guy still dangling in the other.

“James King, you better put that creep down and take a breath, before you get arrested. Again.” Elle’s voice was strained, but it didn’t break. Jim hesitated, then dropped the guy into a pile at his feet. Beer dripped off of him.

“Who did this asshole come with?” A group of very reluctant guys stepped forward, looking ready to bolt. “You take him home, and when he comes to, let him know that if he even thinks about making trouble about this, I’ll have him thrown out of that school before you can say Sexual Misconduct.” They moved forward, hauling their battered friend to his feet and out the door faster that Candy had ever seen a group move.

The bar patrons stood in stunned silence. “Elle, baby, take breather okay?” Candy ordered, watching the sudden fierceness fade just as quickly from her friend, who now looked on the verge of tears. Elle nodded, but didn’t move. Candy followed her gaze to where Jim stood, covered in blood and beer, chest heaving, knuckles bloodied. He was staring at his feet, entire body tensed up, like he was made of stone. Liza stood to the side, clearly wary and ready to intervene, like she thought Jim might still be a danger. Candy knew better.

He slowly lifted his head, over the bar, to feet Elle’s gaze. He didn’t see anything, or betray any of his emotions, but Candy thought she could tell what he was thinking. What scared her more, that guy jerking her around, or Jim losing his temper right in front of her eyes? He was always so careful with Elle, gentle, had been that way since high school. SHe had seen him angry, had heard the stories of his quick brutal temper, but had never seen it, as far as Candy knew.

Elle didn’t speak. She reached out her hand, the one attached to the angry red wrist. Jim’s body relaxed, and he ever so carefully reached for her hand, taking it in his own much bigger one. It was simple, but seemed too intimate for a bar crodwded with people, all eyes on them.

“Jesus fuckin Christ, Jimmy, this is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.” Candy said, gesturing to the blood and beer staining his white tee. Liza snorted, and Jim gave her a small indulgent smile, dropping Elle’s hand. They both moved toward the door at the opposite end of the bar, one on either side of the bar.

People finally stopped watching, the low rumble of voices resuming. Liza picked up the asshole’s stool, which had toppled in the conflict. Without being asked, Candy poured her another whiskey, then leaned on her forearms in front of her. “So… gonna haunt my sweet ass, huh?”

#my writing #ask meme #sorry this is like super cheesy and cliche but these are my new kids

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Talk bout dem OCs, drop your rant. Wanna hear their stories yo

omg who are you because you just flattered me hardcore. Ahh I’ll put them under a cut so I don’t make everyone hate me with non-fandom stuff. And if you wanna ask more questions or anything, I have a blog specifically for talking about my OCs which is @meme-team-adventures !!! (But also if you don’t that’s cool too, I know not everyone is into that ahhh I’m rambling already). Anyway!!

Most of them have rp/ask blogs which I’ll also link to when I mention them if you’re Really into it for some reason, but I haven’t done anything with any in a while and some of them might be kinda bare.

ANYWAY (part 2)

@confused-snail which actually just used to be my personal blog (and also my main blog goddammit) turned into an rp blog for a self-insert. So Snail is a 29 year old freelance artist. They’re nonbinary/demiboy who got bottom surgery so they could have a dick and sometimes they still get dysphoria over their chest (which they will one day get the surgery to remove) but they’re generally okay with how they look! They’re very aggressive and abrasive and also very controlling. They have the hardest time giving other people control because they kinda use it to avoid getting hurt like they did in a past relationship. Anyway they’re a pretty big meme most of the time. They love eating, sleeping, and they’re always down for some sex, especially with their boyfriend Daniel, but they exclusively top as part of their constant need to be in control. They get irritated kind of easily if you push the right buttons, but are generally pretty lazy/laid back and chill. They LOVE to laugh at stupid memes and stuff. And they also have pretty cool piercings and kind of lowkey wanna get a tattoo but they’re not really sure of what. They got a degree in art, though their grades were pretty bad because they weren’t in a good place during college, but they did graduate which they’re really proud of!

@death-and-fireflies I don’t know if he really counts as an OC but he might as well haha. But basically I had this Grump AU where everything was basically the same except that Dan was an immortal harbinger of lost souls that manifested in the form of fireflies. He’s blind, but his eyes glow really bright yellow (just like the fireflies that float around his head) and he’s lived on his own kind of nomadically for the longest time. He’s generally quiet and reserved and a little shy because he deals a lot with the dead and usually the living don’t want much to do with him, but he’s also really thoughtful and a little philosophical and very kind! He cares very much for the souls that he’s destined to take care of and his entire life purpose is to help them move on and get whatever unfinished business they have out of the way so they can finally find peace. He currently has a boyfriend named Kenry and a (basically) adopted daughter named Alice who kind of help him live his life without all the constant anxiety and hopelessness that comes with dealing constantly with the dead and some very talkative souls.

@wolf-in-sarcasms-clothing Marianne is a monster girl who kind of resembles a spider? I mean not technically because...not at all. But we call her a spider/bug babe so just roll with it. But she has four arms and one eye and very sharp teeth. And also she eats humans. Funny, right? She used to live in a heavily secluded cave system with the rest of her kind, where they were apart from humanity and only hunted wild animals and that worked. But then a companion that Marianne had used and manipulated her until she got so angry and felt so betrayed that she ate them and got kicked out of her clan and banished from the caves. So she kind of wandered into the human world until she stumbled across Daniyal and (separately) Kenry, who both kind of took her in despite her threatening to eat both of them at first meeting. She loves physical affection (pets, hair playing, scritches) and once given this affection, she’s much more like a big, dumb doggo that likes to play and cuddle and is basically a six foot tall lap dog.

@flirtbot3000 Originally spawned because I kept sending all of my friends’ muses/rp blogs flirts and pick up lines, so I just made a character for it. Andy is a pleasure bot designed for platonic, romantic, and sexual affection depending on the desires of the person they’re with at the time. Though most often they just end up having sex haha. But they’re a cute android that is extremely compliant and loves to please whoever they’re with and they legitimately also just enjoy having sex in general. They’ve done a lot of things in their life, such as being a pinup girl, modeling for magazines and fashion lines, and just straight up doing porn, and they enjoyed it all! But then they also accidentally fell in love with an interdimensional farm boy named Daniyal who accidentally turned them human when they had sex and then had sex with them again and turned them back into an android. But they love him regardless and the two are very happy together and it’s really pure and cute.

@of-bats-and-lovers (This one kind of links to two OCs but I’ll explain that hold on to your pants.) Beauregard (or just Bo is fine) is a bat boy that is rich as hell and lives for parties and meeting people. His biggest goal in life is to find his One and Only true love darling. But it’s kind of difficult because he had this person and then he lost her and just can’t seem to get over her. All of his riches came from when he was a thief and criminal with his true love, so they’re all stolen or at least not legally obtained. But, y’know, he keeps that under wraps. He likes partying and drinking (he’s kind of a heavyweight, but that doesn’t stop him from getting buzzed) and just generally having a good time. He’ll “fall in love” with anyone that gives him a smile or says something nice and then will fall out of love the morning after and go into a bit of a depressed mood that he’ll cheer himself up from by going to a party. (And thus the cycle continues.)

Esky is the Bonnie to Bo’s Clyde and the love that Bo lost to a big stand off with police and a well-aimed bullet. Or at least, that’s kind of what he thinks. Esky was shot and declared dead, but actually, y’know, wasn’t. So when she woke up in the morgue, very confused and alone, she made her escape and went on the run so as not to get caught and actually killed. She heard that Bo was also declared dead (which wasn’t true at all. He escaped and the media declared it because they didn’t want people to panic that this great criminal was still on the run) so she focused on getting herself to safety. The two have kind of been looking for each other ever sense, but also at the same time thinking that the other is dead so the search is fruitless.

@interstellar-superstar Venus is an alien from an unspecified location is space that came to earth and became an international pop star. She sings really well and is a positive and peppy girl, so the people adore her. But it also kind of taxes her because she has to hide the fact that she’s not from earth for fear of the government taking her and experimenting on her or at the very least, locking her up. She has a third eye and her skin is actually bright yellow, but luckily she can cover the eye with her hair and the general public believes that the yellow skin is just extreme dedication and a lot of body paint. So for the most part she’s okay, but there’s always a bit of stress with interviewers finding out about her true home. She’s also very easily confused about basic earth culture because she’s a sheltered celebrity and kind of fell into stardom from the moment she came to earth. So she has no idea what things like french fries are. Or memes. Or anything of the sort. And she also has no idea about basic geography, so she’ll just spout out random locations whenever someone asks her where she’s from. And the answer is always different. It’s adorable. She’s currently in a poly relationship with two cuties, Charlie and Avery, and she loves them both very dearly.

The next three are all from @here-queer-full-of-cheer and they’re all friends and roommates. They’re also all in a poly relationship with Danny Sexbang called polybang or Sexbang’s Angels so just that’s great too.

Nikki is a laid back guitarist that dropped out of high school to pursue a music career with her band. They’re semi-successful, at least locally, but they’re really trying to make it in the big time. She’s desperate to make this all work out because she wants dropping out of high school and never going to college to be worth it, especially since it kind of disappointed her family and makes her look bad to a lot of dumb soccer moms that need her to know their opinions. She loves music more than anything. Listening, writing, performing, she loves the whole process and always gives it the full attention it deserves. She’ll block off entire chunks of time just to listen to a new album, laying on her bed with her eyes closed in the dark just so she can full appreciate it.

Bailey is a nonbinary artist with a degree in specifically Color Theory. They love painting, especially with oil and acrylic, and uses big dramatic colors and shapes. They’re actually really good at realism, though they mostly paint scenes and locations, rather than like portraits or anything. (Not to say they wouldn’t paint those things, though.) They’re also really into the abstract and are currently experimenting with that. Also! They’re really bubbly and sweet and friendly, especially with small children. They love supporting their friends and just being chipper and happy in general. Also they have the raddest bright pink hair with a partly shaved blonde half and it’s really cool okay.

Megan is kinda cold and calculating and currently working on her PhD in physics. She puts a lot of pressure on herself and her academics and tells herself that she has to spend most of her life studying/working if she wants to get the grades she wants and graduate. A lot of the time she puts her health to the side in favor of studying and will go too long without eating or sleeping because of an essay. But she’s really passionate about what she’s doing and loves every second of the knowledge she gains. She’s a little rough at showing affection and generally has a hard time saying it in person. A lot of the time, if she has something important or generally sappy to say, she’ll write it down in one of her many, many journals that she uses as a diary/vent place, and then show it to the person she has to say the thing to, because she finds it easier to get her thoughts down on paper than to say them. But she does feel love deep in her cold, cold heart haha. Also she’s super kinky ;)

@cookie-dough-boy is a little trans sheepie boy named Cookie. He’s very soft and chubby, but also extremely full of anxiety and self-doubt. He cares about his friends more than himself and will put them before himself no matter what. He’s a total momma’s boy that will constantly call and check on his mom or visit her just to see how she’s doing and he loves her more than anything else in the world. She taught him like all of the recipes he knows and basically how to be an adult in general and he’s so grateful for her. He’s a little coffee shop barista and kind of hates his job because he works with pricks, but the customers are usually pretty nice to him, which makes it kind of worth it. Plus he gets paid, so. And he’s dating a very edgy, 2cool4me guy named Mortar who you would not expect to actually be involved with him at all but it’s really cute and they’re soft together it’s great.

The last three have no blogs because they’re pretty new OCs, but descriptions anyway!

Blythe: She’s the goddess of deception and also a beautiful trans prankster that loves fucking with mortals in little, inconvenient ways, like enchanting underwear drawers not to open or making arcade cabinets shoot out quarters. She’s generally pretty chill and likes humans well enough, but she still has a Goddess Complex where she kind of feels like she’s above them just in general. But she treats them fine, she just gets a little arrogant sometimes. Also she’ll do humans favors like try to talk them into Valhalla and stuff because she knows all the gods and goddesses and has cool connections so why not. She’s immortal and has really big, cool wings, that are even taller than her own six foot self like wow she’s got a massive wingspan.

Cleona: She’s a smol chubby mechanic girl that loves tinkering with tech and being a general dork. She likes reverse engineering things and figuring out how they work and go back together, but she’s also a bit messy and sometimes the things she’s taken apart can’t get put back together because she lost pieces/they got mixed in with another thing that needs to be put back together. She’s very very gay and also super friendly and chill in general. Also she wears these really big, clunky combat boots that are way to big for her smol feets because she wants to be taller. But they don’t fit her like at all, and there’s a running gag that she just always has asinine bullshit shoved insider her boots.

Maxim: Asshole. 100% irredeemable fuckhead. The personification of anxiety, basically, that will universally fuck with you until you no longer want to live on this planet. He’s a piece of shit that does it just for the hell of it. He’s also from the world behind mirrors that’s a reflection of the Real World (I’m sure you’ve heard this trope before lol). He can put his voice into people’s heads and fuck with them from there until they feel like they’re going insane from all the insecurity he’s putting in their heads and whatnot. And he’s just...the actual worst. He has no redeeming qualities. He’s an immortal demon boy that gets a kick out of making people’s lives horrible. Also he really likes hot pockets.

#my ocs #long post #i'm so sorry about all this rambling #please go to the other blog if you wanna ask more questions or something #haha sorry about all this~#anon #ask

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If you’re a pretty girl with a large chest and a curvy butt, then you might be on The Richest’s net worth page. All you have to do is create your very own Instagram account. Instagram is an app that allows users to take photos of themselves or others, and then post their pics for the world (and their followers) to see. Just look at Kylie Jenner. She’s still in her teens yet she’s worth a whopping $3 million. A large part of her success comes from her family’s show, of course. However, she can also thank “the gram” for her revenue, too. After all, the starlet just shared a snap of her in black lace, her head faced down, and butt in the air. Obviously, the likes came rolling in—all 300,000 of them. Even though other women can’t touch Jenner’s level of fame and fortune, they can still find their fifteen minutes of spotlight. All they have to do is just pose and say cheese. However, if they’re still having trouble gaining clout, they can also use the Internet. There are articles aplenty about how to become an Instagram model. The lauded magazine Elle offers great insight on how to attract more subscribers, likes, and comments. One of the most surefire ways to rake in attention is through a celebrity, like an actor or rapper. Why do you think Yo Gotti recorded the hit “Down in the DM?” People who are so thirsty for prestige will do anything for notoriety and, sometimes, their plan works.

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#5 Gabrielle Epstein Are Gigi Hadid and Gabrielle Epstein twins!? The two models share similar facial features, but they also share a large number of fans. Epstein has 1.8 million followers on Instagram, which has given her quite the platform. “Instagram has its perks and has helped me a lot with getting my name out there,” she tells Gold Post Bulletin. Unlike other social media socialites, Epstein chose to skyrocket herself into stardom by promoting her tutorials on how to become famous on Instagram. She’s giving her advice to any aspirant out there looking for clout. If your sister, girlfriend, or best friend is interested, they can go to Crushfame and pay a $72 fee. They should enroll at their own risk.

#6 Ana Cherí The Playboy bunny hops into the online world. Ana Cherí, a woman who used to pose for the magazine Playboy, set her sights on much greener pastures, like Instagram. Between her glam shots and workout routines, Cherí’s made quite the name for herself. She’s known for her slim-thick figure. People were quick to notice. The businesswoman has 10.1 million followers on Instagram, which is great for her ventures. Now, she can promote her endeavors through her online presence. “She has her own series of fitness e-books, owns a gym, and has her own workout apparel line,” according to Headlines Network. In layman’s terms, she has hit life’s jackpot.

#7 Iskra Lawrence With women like Iskra Lawrence, no wonder gentlemen prefer blondes. Lawrence is your atypical model. Not only did she find her voice on Instagram, but she’s also a voluptuous woman who posts raw, real photos of herself. In other words, her 3.5 million followers are only seeing untouched pics. Enhanced lips and skinnier stomachs need not apply. Lawrence is perfectly content with her figure. She wants other women to feel the same way, so she started her own campaign. “British model Lawrence, a U.S. size 10, was actually signed to an agency at age 13 but dropped because her hips were ‘too big.’ This led to her body-positive campaign,” an article states.

#8 Charlie Barker Charlie Barker may redefine the modeling world, just like Gia Marie Carangi. With her multicolored hair, piercing eyes, and androgynous build, Baker would look hot as a man or woman. She’s beautiful. Her unique look has made her Instagram famous to boot. She has 573,000 followers, after all. As they admire her aesthetic photo shoots and wild style, she’s basking in the perks of success. However, she remains humble. “I’m not famous. I’m just doing my own thing, getting recognition doing it,” she tells Independent. The collegiate was recognized for her quirky sense of fashion, not to mention striking look. Baker might as well be too cool for school.

#9 Laci Kay Somers If you love sexy pictures, visit Laci Kay Somers’ Instagram profile. The girl’s got more than enough steam to fog your computer screen, but that’s what she’s known for. Originally a Playboy model, Somers had the gift of good genetics. Her cup sizes, plump pout, and perky assets have gained her eight million followers. Obviously, she has capitalized on their interest. “Somers monetizes her reach by selling posters, making YouTube videos, and through sponsored posts,” an article states. Her hard work, dedication, and determination were enough to grow the size of her pockets. If she was sad before, she now has 2.5 million reasons to be happy.

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#11 Kayla Itsines One Australian babe could teach you a lesson or two. Kayla Itsines, an Instagram model and fitness pundit, is known for her exercises. Her videos can gain thousands of views, especially when Itsines is demonstrating a workout session that’s difficult to do. She’s very talented at what she does, which is why she has seven million followers. They’re dedicated to her page as much as they are to her. However, unlike 99.9 percent of Instagram users, Itsines is one model who never intended to have a large following. “I used Instagram and had my own blog, I know this sounds stupid, but I didn’t know people could see what I was uploading. I didn’t want to make a name for myself,” she says.

#12 Tess Holliday The definition of a busty, beautiful woman is Tess Holliday. The plus-sized model is not only a mother and a wife, but she’s also a self-proclaimed feminist and Instagram model. With 1.4 million followers, she has yet to disappoint. The redhead posts regularly, and her photos range from cartoons to cake (the slang term for a*s). However, Holliday may be pretty, but she still has her fair share of haters. They’re always ready to disappoint. Their sadness only propelled the woman to continue her grind. “Holliday gained major Insta-fame after starting the viral hashtag, which she would use alongside gorgeous shots of herself in pinup ensembles,” an article states.

#13 Lindsey Pelas Who’s the definition of an Instagram model? Lindsey Pelas. The Louisiana State University graduate (she majored in history) flew to Los Angeles to make her modeling dream come true, and, after her arrival in the sunny state of California, she created an Instagram account. Apparently, in one month, she gained a million subs. Her popularity was spreading quickly, which set her career’s foundation. “Instagram’s legitimized me a little bit. It’s a very lucrative business,” she says. With more than six million followers, she probably makes more in one post than what most make in a few months. It pays to be pretty.

#14 Gizele Oliveira Instagram is your girlfriend’s gateway to a modeling contract. Gizele Oliveira, a model signed with IMG Models, was literally found by the team through her social media accounts, particularly Instagram. Obviously, her striking beauty got their attention, so they booked her a flight to New York City. She got to sign on the dotted line, and since then, her career has flourished. From Forever 21 to Victoria’s Secret, Oliveira is one of the few Instagram models who can actually say they’re a supermodel. “She’s walked in Sao Paulo Fashion Week, modeled for Victoria’s Secret, Bloomingdale’s, and Forever 21, and has been featured in Indian Vogue,” an article explains. Her success seems to parallel that of her cult following—huge. All 407,000 of her followers must be so proud.

#15 Nadia Rahmat Who knew Marc Jacobs could find his models through Instagram? According to Internet sensation Nadia Rahmat, she was found through her social media page. She’s very thankful for her platform, and she’s even more thankful for her followers. Without their support, her career would probably be anything but an international model. She considers herself blessed. “I don’t think I would have received the opportunity if not for social media. It is a revolutionary platform,” she says. Her 10.8 thousand followers have kick-started her modeling career. Instead of being just another Instagram girl, she’s a part of the Upfront Models team. She’s living the dream.

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