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CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER THREE

“There's more to life than stupid boys, you know.”

▸ summary: summer is meant for fun things. Shopping, swimming, hanging out with friends. Definitely not spent inside translating a secret Russian transmission. ▸ characters: steve harrington, robin buckley, & dustin henderson ft party members ▸ word count: 6.6k ▸ warnings: fluff, semi-angst ▸ series masterlist

“She cannot be serious.”

“Dusty, she’s just sleeping..”

“It’s nearly noon and she hasn’t seen me in weeks! She should be up by now!”

A soft knock followed the murmuring voices outside your door, making you grumble a bit underneath your blanket. “GO AWAY.” you said loudly, still tired from having stayed out late the night before. The friends that Heather had urged you to meet last night turned out to be a lot more boring than you thought.

For a small town, there wasn’t much for youth to do around here. After sticking around the mall, and purposely ignoring the two pairs of eyes that watched you from Scoops Ahoy, you guys ended up going to parking lot Bradley’s Big Buy. Drinking from a single six pack that tasted watered down. It was something you’d have found fun in freshman year, but now? Things were different.

Unfortunately, you still arrived late enough that you were sleeping into the next day.

“That’s it. I’m going in.”

“Dusty, no!”

The door to your room burst open and you flinched underneath the comfort of your blanket before poking your head out to see Dustin. Arms crossed with a heavy frown on his face. You can’t help but notice he’s wearing a ghastly neon hat with his camp’s name on it.

“It is nearly noon!” he said, crossing his arms.

“Hello, Dustin.” you muttered.

“How can you just waste a day like this?”

“I was sleeping well, thanks for asking.”

“Get up!” he cried, moving over to push onto your shoulders now. “I need to see Steve and you’re the only one who can take me!” The bouncing has you feeling slightly nauseous and you quickly slap at his hands until he stops.

“The bus stops right in front of the mall, actually, you should consider taking it.” you called out, knowing full well you’d still be taking him. It just bothered you having Dustin be so bossy so early, well, early in your waking up.

“I need to get there fast.” You watched as he leaned in closer, the heavy smell of something sugary in his breath fanned over your face. “I have something top secret to show you two.”

“Ugh, does it have anything to do with your nasty breath?!” Sitting up from the bed, you shove him back a bit and scoot off, reaching for the robe hanging on your desk chair. The last bit of his words hit you finally and you turned to face your cousin. “What secret?”

“I’ll tell you, only if you take me to the mall.”

You narrowed your eyes, hating him for having the upper hand in the conversation. “Fine.” You sighed defeatedly. “But after I take my shower.”

“Are you kidding me?” He cried out, trying to tug you towards your dresser. “You smell fine! Let’s just go, please!”

“I’ll only take ten minutes.”

“TEN?!”

“Yes, Dustin! I need a couple of minutes to wash up and change so I don’t walk around being a gross booger like you!”

He let out a shocked gasp making you stop your way from going towards the door. Turning around, you give him a small smile before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. Watching as his shock returned back to annoyance. “Just ten minutes, okay?”

“TWENTY?”

Laughing, you draw your hand back, giving his arm a light teasing punch.

“Welcome back, jerk.”

An hour later, the two of you are strolling through the mall, Dustin letting out little oohs and ahhs as he finally takes in the mall he briefly saw a while ago. You can’t help but check out your reflection at the store windows now and then. Hoping the lavender summer dress would make you stand out amongst some of the other people in the mall.

For no reason whatsoever.

“Come on, you’re taking forever!” Dustin whined, tugging your arm to force you into walking down the escalator.

“Geez, Dustin, you act like you haven’t been home in a year. It was just summer camp.”

He ignored your jab and continued to drag you with him until he reached the threshold of Scoops. Leaving you to follow after him as he excitedly approached the counter. Robin stared over at Dustin with a confused look, briefly nodding over at you before she returned her gaze to the boy before her.

“Hi.” he greeted.

“Hi.”

“I’m Dustin.” he clarified. As if she should know what that meant.

“I’m Robin.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Uh, is he–is he here?”

“Is who here?”

You count down from five in your head, knowing that some weird link will trigger inside of Steve and he’ll burst out that back room at any mom-

“Henderson.” Steve said, holding his hands out. Dustin animatedly grows excited right before you, giggling as he points over to Steve.

“Henderson! He’s back!” Steve laughed, jumping up and down. Robin caught your attention, raising a brow at you as you moved over to join her against the counter. The two grow completely unhinged as they greet each other.

“He’s back!”

“I’m back!”

“You got the job!”

“I got the job!”

Steve imitates a trumpet and shakes at Dustin’s hand. This whole interaction only grows nerdier when the two pretend to fight with each other, making saber-like noises. You struggle to keep in the laugh that wants to come out. Finding the two of their reunion to be quite the spectacle

“How many children are you friends with?” Robin asked.

It’s now that you can’t help but finally burst out into laughter.

“Okay, so Dustin is your..?”

“Cousin.”

“But you guys do–”

“Don’t look alike?” You finished again. “I’m adopted.”

Robin stopped wiping down the counter with her rag to look over at you. The ice cream bar had turned into a complete mess when the two boys wanted to create the ultimate banana split. You decided to give them a few minutes to catch up while you helped Robin clean up some.

“I feel I’m always learning something new about you.” Robin said softly, restocking some of the bowls.

“I guess I keep things interesting around here.” you shrugged.

“Speaking of interesting things. Their relationship is pretty..unique, right?” she said, pointing over to the two boys.

You can’t help but laugh, wishing you could help give Robin some very important information on how these two started talking in the first place. But that would involve some heavy secrets that you did not want to involve the poor girl in.

“They’re dorks.” you said, smiling over at the two. “That’s for damn sure.”

“So did Steve get close with him because.. You know?”

You stopped your wiping to look over at Robin, confused by her question. “Know what?”

Her eyes rolled a bit but before she gave a small frown of disgust. “Because you and Steve are..dating.”

You know over the container of straws you were cleaning by, making you quickly bend down and pick them up as you avoid her gaze. “Dating? Me and Harrington?” you laughed, stuffing the plastic into the bin roughly. “That’s insane. You’ve seen him hit on girls! You keep a score board.”

“I know, but I always thought he was fumbling it on purpose.”

“Trust me,” you said coming back up from the floor. “Steve does not want to date me.”

“But you want to date him.”

“I never said that.” you chuckled, still avoiding her eyes.

“So say it.”

Robin peered over at you expectantly, like if she needed to hear the words come right from your mouth. When you didn’t say anything, leaned in closer. “Say you don’t want to date him.”

Something about the request threw you off completely. It would be so simple to say it and continue on with your day. But you open your lips to give out the answer and you remember the way Steve looked outside the Snowball dance. And how much you liked the way he looked down at you. Suddenly your throat felt dry.

“Hey Trouble!”

The two of you looked back out into the dinning hall to see Steve waving you over. Sighing, you hand over the container to Robin before giving her a small pat on the back. “Sorry, looks like I’m needed.”

The two boys straightened up as you made your way to the booth. Steve scooting in closer to Dustin as you slide into the spot beside him. You lean forward, restiny your elbows on the table before you quickly swipe for one of the cherries on Dustin’s split.

“You two boys enjoying your playdate?” you cooed, popping the sugary fruit into your mouth. Dustin rolled his eyes as he dug back in, muttering under his breath about you getting your own dessert.

Steve on the other hand, looked rather amused to have you by him. Casually slipping his hand down underneath the table. The slightly calloused tip of his fingers grazed at the hem of your dress, bunching it up slowly. “He’s just catching me up on all the fun he had over with his girlfriend.”

“Oh right, the Phoebe Cates twin, right?” you asked, trying not to react too much to the secret touch.

“Right,” Steve snorted, letting his fingers graze higher up your thigh. Your hands give away the effect Steve’s having with you as they shake when you reach for another cherry. This whole thing has you feeling nervous that Dustin might catch sight of the weird affection. Or worse, someone else in the store might.

“Her name is Suzie and she’s better than Phoebe Cates.” Dustin clarified.

“Is that what you two called me over? To talk about Dustin’s girlfriend?” you asked, leaning back against the seat. “Because there’s a sale over at The Gap and I’ve been meaning-”

“No more shopping!” They both shouted at the same time. Earning a frown from you.

“Geez, what’s the matter with you two?”

“We don’t have time for you to shop. Not when we’re about to save the country.” Dustin whispered, leaning in towards you two. Steve’s hand began to rub up and down. Almost as if he’s trying to sooth you over. It makes you wish you could cuddle into his side.

“Save the country? I thought it was because she’s spending too much?”

“Yes and no.” Dustin waved off. You rolled your eyes at that, brushing off his comment as he returned to his train of thoughts. “But back to what I was saying about glory.”

“Glory?” you asked. “What glory?”

“So last night we’re trying to get in contact with Suzie.”

“Mm.” Steve hummed, giving a lazy smile with a thumbs up. Dustin seemed pleased before he leaned in closer to Steve’s side, covering up part of his face to conceal his mouth. He whispered the next words out to you both, sounding practically on mute. Neither of you seem to catch what he said.

“What?” Steve whispered. Again Dustin repeated himself in the same quietness that has you growing irritated.

“Speak up, genius.” you sighed.

“Yeah, just speak louder.” Steve said, sounding just as done as you were.

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!”

The whole store peered over at the sudden outburst. Practically frozen in place as they turn to the cause of the sudden commotion. Holding your hand up, you try and turn your face away from their peering eyes, glaring over at Dustin. Steve casually just shushed him. Leaning forward on the table like what Dustin did was a normal thing.

“Jeez, shh. Okay, that’s what I thought you said.” he muttered. “What–what does that mean?”

“It means, Steve, we could be heroes. True American heroes.”

“Ah, American heroes.” Steve mused happily, liking the sound of that.

“Just think, you could have all the ladies you want.” Steve’s expression quickly turned from curious to excited, making you push his hand off your thigh, crossing your leg over to block its return. He glanced over worriedly before Dustin pulled him in closer.

“Think of all the attention you could get.” Dustin said, pointing over at you. “Boys would be lining up down the block just to get a glimpse of you.”

“That sounds terrible.” You retorted, not falling for his enthusiasm.

“You guys could get all that and more.”

“More?” Steve asked.

“More.”

“I like more.”

There’s a gleaming hopeful light that began to shine in Steve’s eyes and you couldn’t help but roll yours again. Knowing Dustin, whatever he had in mind had to be crazy. “Here we go.” you sighed, reaching over for a piece of waffle cone off the split. Breaking it in half, you pop a piece into your mouth, chewing slowly. “Just how are you guys gonna do that?”

“Yeah, what’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch. And I think you mean how are we gonna do that?”

“And what exactly are we supposed to do?”

“I just need your guys’ help.”

“With what?” Steve asked.

Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a worn out paperback displaying the front of the book. Romanov’s Russian - English - English - Russian Dictionary. A small smile began to grow on his face.

“Translation.”

If you had to listen to this tape one more time you think you might actually go insane. The drawn out voice of the Russian man on the tape slowly and clearly spoke the same words over and over. It was making you nauseous! Either that or it was the strong smell of the third banana Steve was currently chowing down on.

Dustin reached out to stop the tape before it looped again. Looking over at you two expectantly. “So what do you think?”

“I think I regret not working today.” You whined rubbing at your temples.

“It sounds familiar.” Steve answered truthfully.

The two of you glanced over at him confused. “What?” you both said at the same time.

“The music.” he said through a mouthful of banana. “The music right there at the end.” Frowning, you shake your head to look back to the tape. Was there music playing the whole time? But to confirm that you’d need to play it back.

“I don’t think I have the stomach to listen to the tape again for music.” you groaned, pushing yourself away from the table.

“Why are you listening to the music, Steve?” Dustin asked, growing irritated. “Listen to the Russian! We’re translating Russian!”

“Are we? Because listening to it eight times in a row doesn’t seem like translating.” He glared at your reply, pointing a finger at you in a warning. All you do is hold up your hands in defense.

“I’m trying to listen to the Russian, but there’s music–”

“All right, babysitting time is over! You need to get in there.” Robin said, bursting into the room. You jump a little bit in your seat, but are still thankful for the disruption. The other two look shocked to see Robin coming in. As if they didn’t realize she was merely a sheet metal door away.

“Hey, my board!” Robin cried out, walking over to the white board. She took in the sight of what the two boys had scrubbed off in order to place in the alphabet list they got from the book. You weren’t a linguist but you were pretty sure it wasn’t going to be much help without some knowledge of the language. But considering how sensitive the two were to your criticism, you kept shut about it.

“That was important data, shitbirds!”

“I guarantee you, what we’re doing is way more important than your data.”

“I’m pretty sure both uses of the board aren't exactly important if I’m being honest.” You said while taking a peek into the book. None of the translations even looked familiar to what you’ve been hearing.

“Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?”

Dustin’s jaw slacked at her question, giving you a skeptical look before he turned to Steve. “How does she know about the Russians?”

“I don’t know!”

“You told her about?..”

“It wasn’t me. Trouble?”

You shake your head at their shock, knowing full well that they’ve not only been playing the tape on speaker, right by the register, but have absolutely no proper volume control when angrily working together. Robin thankfully takes the lead on helping them realize that.

“Hello, I can hear you.” Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked over at the group tiredly. “Actually, I can hear everything. You three are extremely loud.”

Now you can’t help but stare up at her shocked. “I’ve barely said anything!” you pouted, disapproving the fact that you’re grouped in with the noisy duo. Robin gently placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a sly smirk before she leaned in.

“Don’t think I can’t hear you whining.” Returning her gaze over to everyone, she let you guys in on just how much she knew. “You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate, but haven’t figured out a single word because you didn’t realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do.”

Everyone turned into a small stunned silence.

“Sound about right?”

You raise up a hand slowly, not one for letting people assume things about you. “I for one, do not believe there’s secret Russians trying to plot against us.” The others raised a brow and you simply shrugged a shoulder. “Just because we live in a small town doesn’t mean we have to think small.”

“Yeah? And just what do you think it is?” Robin asked, peering down at you.

“Could be Russians, yes, but possibly just caught on the wrong frequency. I bet the message is nothing.”

She looked down at the table and before you could ask what she thought, she tried to reach out for the tape. But Steve’s killer reflexes kicked in and he managed to grab it before she could.

“Whoa! What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, holding it close.

“I wanna hear it.”

“Why?” they both asked.

“You mean we have to hear it again?” you frowned, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Maybe I can help. I’m fluent in four languages, you know.”

“Russian?” Dustin perked up.

“Ou-yay are-yay umb-day.”

The two boys let out a small laugh, impressed with the words. You want to point out how it doesn't sound like Russian whatsoever, but Robin seemed to be on a roll so you let her take the wheel.

“That was Pig Latin, dingus.”

You snort a bit, finding the whole conversation to be a much needed break in the work you guys had been doing. Steve slapped Dustin with the banana, trying to shift the embarrassment off from him.

“I can speak Spanish, French, and Italian, and I’ve been in band for twelve years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me.”

“Wow, throw in Chinese and you’ll be able to speak to all the big allies of WW2.” you smirked, watching as the girl blushed a bit. “I’m guessing you’re able to learn things phonetically?”

“Something like that.” she chirped before glancing up at Steve. The boy seemed hesitant still, gripping onto the tape while she held out her hand.

“Come on, it’s your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don’t even want credit. I’m just bored.”

As if on cue, the bell at the counter near the register began to ding repeatedly. Steve looked down at you, raising a brow in a silent question. All you can do is give a small smile and nod your head. Hoping Robin will help break some sort of crack in the translation.

He pursed his lips at that before he looked down and took the sling from Robin’s hand, slapping the tape in its place. “Fine.” he sighed, adjusting his shorts before he moved over towards the door. But not before he grabbed your hand, tugging you out of the chair. “But you’re coming with me.”

You let out a small gasp, reaching your hand out for the table to Dustin and Robin. But all they did was wave you off while ignoring your pleas.

“Wait, I don’t even work here! Let me listen to the stupid man again!”

Steve would find out that he’d come to regret having you work beside him. Not only did you catch onto the work faster than he expected, but after working the register a couple of times, you started to take the lead on orders. For a while he seemed like he wanted to say something, but after taking his hat and slipping it on your head, he changed from annoyed to something you couldn’t quite place.

“Ahoy there! Welcome to Scoops! Would you fellas like to join me on a grand journey to find the ultimate ocean of flavor?”

The three boys standing at the register burst out into enthusiastic laughs, clapping their hands a bit as they praised you for the theatrics. Kurt Michaels and some of his friends from the other night had decided to stop in, making a beeline when they noticed you at the register.

“I’ll let you guide me anywhere, Henderson.” said Kurt with a dreamy sigh. It was a bit on the cringy side as far as reactions go, but since he was being nice, you smiled back at him.

“Perfect! Today we’re promoting some of my favorite flavors.”

“Whatever you recommend, we’ll take it.” said the shorter of his friends.

Turning to Steve, you ignored the look of his sour face and pointed over to the ice cream bar. “Gilligan, the boys need three cones of Mint Chip, Bubblegum, and Orange Sherbet!”

He stared over at you, brows turned into a frown at you for the cheesy reference. But all you do is give him a sweet smile, raising a challenging brow. “Aye, aye, Captain.” he muttered, bending over to begin scooping. You turned back to face the boys, leaning in a bit towards them.

“Isn’t Steve a good first mate, guys?” you cooed at them. “He’s been working so hard to help me out today.” They watched as you moved to rest your elbows on the counter, tapping at your chin as you faked being in hard thought. “I wish there was a way to help reward him. Don’t you guys agree?”

They all had a glazed look in their eyes, leaning in together towards you in awe. Right when they were at your eye level, you reached to your right and grabbed the familiar can you’d been handling for the past hour.

“I know!” you gasped, slapping the can in front of them. “You guys can give my good boy a tip.”

They jumped back a bit at the sudden noise, not expecting your solution to come right at them. But even despite the hesitance on their faces, each one slowly reached into their pocket and placed in a crumpled up one.

“Aww you guys are so nice! I love nice boys.” you smirked, turning over to place the can back in its hiding place. The reaction seemed to excite them, making them get the courage to ask what you knew would be coming up.

“So you know, if you’re done helping Harrington, we’d love it if you’d come join us out–”

“As much as I would love to join you guys and your shared six pack again,” you pouted, pressing the order into the register. “I’m unfortunately working the whole night.” Hitting enter for the order, you held out your hand, giving them another wide smile. “Now that’ll be three dollars and seventy-five cents, please.”

Steve snorted, turning away from the group to go tamper with the containers that kept the hot fudge warmed up to cover up his amusement. Missing out on the daggers that the boys threw over at him. You waved them off, waiting until all their heads were out of view before bursting out into a giggle.

“I am killing this job!” you clapped, facing Steve now. He went back to lean against the counter, looking at you with that indifferent look.

“I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that you’re flirting with boys for tips. Or the fact that I kinda wanna tip you too.”

“It’s probably the dress. It makes people wanna tip.” You hummed, ruffling the edge a bit before peeking up in time to notice Steve taking in your outfit.

“It’s definitely more than just the dress..”

Laughing at his confusing statement, you wiggled the can in his face. Making sure he saw the growing green bills inside. “I think by the end of the day I can get you and Robin a solid twenty to split.”

Steve’s eyes widened before he took a slow step forward, letting his fingers graze over yours when he took back the can. “And what about you? All this hard work and you’re leaving home with nothing?”

He towered over you the closer he got. The lingering scent of his cologne waved through the air, making you feel a little light headed. You make the mistake of looking at his shirt collar when avoiding his dark eyes and notice the small curls of his chest hair peeking through his shirt. A glorious sight that you couldn’t dive into at the moment.

“I’m leaving with personal gratification.” You said, voice wavering a bit as he backed you against the counter.

“Oh? So there’s nothing I can do to repay you with for helping?”

His hand brushed carefully up your arm, stopping at your shoulder. The heat of his fingertips feels like fire on your bare shoulder. Not one for appearing weak, you cock your chin up, giving Steve a small smirk.

“There’s definitely something I have in mind. But it depends.” Raising your hand up, you gently push back the front of Steve’s hair. Running your fingers through the brown locks before placing his hat back on his head.

“On what?”

“If we can convince Robin and Dustin to give us a long break.”

Steve laughed softly, tongue flickering over his pulp lips as he tried to gain composure. His thumb brushed just under the edge of the neckline, tickling the sensitive skin. You part your lips a bit, angling your head up a bit as he leaned in slowly. Eyes closing up when a familiar voice suddenly interrupted him.

“I think I’m gonna vomit.”

The two of you instantly jump apart. Fumbling over each other until you’re both turned around to find a grossed out Max and very happy El on the other side of the counter. Nervously, Steve walked over towards the ice cream, pretending to inspect the goods while you leaned over the counter. “What can we get you girls today?”

Both girls looked over at the ice cream with a hunger in their eyes, both leaning in to whisper to each other before Max smirked up at Steve. “We’ll take a scoop of strawberry and vanilla with extra whip cream.” El leaned in to whisper in Max’s ear before the redhead nodded. “With sprinkles.”

“Coming up.” he sighed, grabbing the first cone.

You smiled at his willingness before Max stepped forward. “So you’re working over at Scoops now? Thought you were a lifeguard?”

“Oh I don’t work here, Dustin’s in the back trying to crack something he heard on the radio. I’m just keeping Steve company in the front while he’s working.”

“Right, keeping company..” El mused softly. Max gave her a secret sort of smile before she returned her focus to you.

“Well, what are you two doing here? I haven’t seen any of the other guys wandering around.” you quickly asked, scared of what might come out from Max’s imagination.

“El here hasn’t really had the full blown mall experience. So we’re trying out everything.”

You can’t help but gasp, sort of loving the idea of the two girls growing close doing one of the best experiences a growing friendship could have. A shopping one.

“Please tell me you two still have it in you for shopping.” you clapped, eager to try and join something you’ve been wanting to do for hours now. “I can totally get you two anything you want. Just let me come with you.”

Max and El seemed a little taken back before they shrugged their shoulders, possibly okay with getting a free spending spree. That’s when Steve paused his scooping to look over at you. Jaw slacked with shock.

“Shopping? You can’t go shopping!”

“Oh c’mon, Steve. Let me go splurge!” you whined, looking at him with a sad frown. “This could be my payment for helping you out this whole time.”

“B-but what about the thing we were just talking about?” he gaped, struggling with reaching over for you and holding onto the cones in his hands. You waved your hand, shaking your head slowly.

“We can do that another time.” Turning back to the girls, you give them both a wide grin. “The stores are calling for us. They need me.”

“I need you!” He exclaimed suddenly. The three of you turned quiet as the realization of his outburst slowly came to him. “I mean,” he coughed. “I mean I need you here..to help.” The girls both looked at each other as grins stretched over their mouths. Meanwhile you couldn’t help but feel the heat flare out on your face.

“We can do another mall day..soon.” El said softly, giving you an appreciative smile.

“El’s right. We’re all spent out anyway. We’re just gonna catch the bus over to my house after this.”

You sighed at that, nodding your head before you reached over to restock the straws, asking them the details of their day. It wasn’t a few seconds into that the window to the backroom behind you guys creaked open. Robin poked through the other side, waving you over quickly.

“We’ve got our first sentence.” she smiled.

Steve finished up his work before he joined you at your side. “Seriously?”

“The week is long.” she said in a rough Russian accent.

“Well that’s thrilling.” Steve said completely unimpressed. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit thankful for the lackluster start. Still hopeful for the message to be nothing.

“The week is long.” you said nudging Steve with your elbow. “Seven days to be exact.” He rolled his eyes but still let out a small huff of amusement at you. Robin, ever the sudden optimistic, gave a small shrug.

“I know, but it’s progress!” she chirped before sliding the door back close leaving you two to focus back on the order for the girls.

“Okay, here we go, you got a strawberry and then a vanilla with sprinkles, extra whip cream.”

The two girls gladly took the cones, getting out a quick thanks as they brought the dessert to their lips. Steve seemed to suddenly realize just who was standing before him before he spoke up.

“Wait a second. Are you even allowed to be here?”

The two of them shared yet another knowing look to each other as they giggled and quickly rushed out of the store. You couldn’t help but join in on the amusement as you watched Steve try and piece together what happened.

“C’mon Gillian,” Patting his chest lightly, you point over towards the messy countertop. “Let’s clean that up.”

“Quit calling me that!”

Hours later, past the closing time of the mall, the four of you stood in the backroom of Scoops. Majority of the message had been translated and you’d be more impressed with Robin’s tenacity if it weren’t for the weird cryptic message. Together the group read it aloud.

“The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west.”

For a moment it’s pure silence as each one of you stared hard at the white board. Each person possibly trying to figure out what weird meaning could be behind the translation. Even with a slight interest, you still couldn’t think of anything it might be.

“That..can’t be right” you sighed, breaking the silence as you rubbed at your temples.

“It’s something.” Dustin tried, sounding tired. The two workers quickly locked up the backdoor to the breakroom, later ushering you both out towards the front of the store. With a hard tug, Steve pulled down at the metal gate. Pressing it down until it was against the floor.

“She’s right. It just can’t be right.” he sighed, twisting at the lock. The other two stepped ahead while you waited behind for Steve to catch up.

“It’s right.” Robin urged.

Dustin quickly joined in with her. “Honestly, I think it’s great news.”

“How is this great news?!” Steve asked, chuckling in frustration. “I mean, so much for being American heroes. It’s total nonsense.”

Reaching out, you pat over at his arm, giving him a small tight lipped smile. “Don’t forget that more you were promised.”

“Trouble, I could really use some sympathy here.” he whispered, looking actually disappointed. Checking that the two in the front kept walking, you reached over and grabbed Steve by the knot on his shirt, tugging him down to place a quick kiss on his lips.

“Better?” You asked softly, letting him go before either one of the two ahead could catch you guys.

“Getting there.” Steve said as a small boyish grin grew on his face. Dustin turned out briefly, causing you two to step away for a second as he brought back the focus to the conversation.

“It’s not nonsense, Steve. It’s too specific. It’s obviously a code.”

“What do you mean a code?”

“Like a super secret spy code.”

“That’s a total stretch.”

“I don’t know, is it?” Robin threw in, joining in on their back and forth. She glanced between you and Steve before you settled with shrugging a reply to her. Steve only grew more frazzled with her reaction.

“You’re buying into this?”

“Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What did you guys think they were gonna say, ‘Fire the warhead at noon’?”

“Exactly!” Dustin added.

“And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so..’The silver cat feeds.’ Why would anyone talk like that unless they’re trying to mask the true meaning of their message?”

“Exactly.”

“Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?

“Exactly.”

Steve only seemed to grow irritated at their tag team, mimicking their replies while they ignored his reaction.

“So I guess that confirms your suspicion.”

“Evil Russians.” Dustin confirmed.

You can’t hold back any longer. Needing to play the skeptic of the group now that the majority was turning into conspiracists. Raising a hand, you clear your throat before speaking up finally. “Who’s to say that even with your correct translation, that this message isn’t just something..less extreme?”

“Less extreme?” Steve asked.

“Like the words are lost in the translation.”

Robin for the first time seemed a little bit upset by your words, frowning over at you before nodding for you to continue. “So many times in history have words been taken out of context because of direct translations. We don’t know enough about Russian culture to just go ahead and say that whatever is said is directly a code for some sort of attack. It’s..creating prejudice.”

Dustin crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you shocked. “Prejudice, seriously?”

“How do any one of us know that this transmission you’re so keen on hoping is Russian intelligence isn’t just some random person who got cross wired with your giant radio? It’s creating allegations that could quite possibly lead to something worse.”

“Oh please drop the law terms.” Dusting groaned. “I’m not without proof, ok? We have our recording and when we finish it, it’s gonna prove you wrong.”

“I’m not exactly looking to be proved wrong, shithead. I’m just not looking to create trouble that might not actually be there.”

“I can’t believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but I think it’s totally evil Russians.” Robin laughed, trying to ease up the conversation again. You feel an anger begin to build up inside of you, but you push it down. Remembering that aside from this, Robin wasn’t a part of the previous horrors that happened since you’ve to Hawkins.

She had no past fears to worry about when diving into a crazy situation such as this. So all you could do is bite your tongue. Hoping that your streak of being right would come through again.

“So how do we crack it?” he asked Robin, sounding eager once more.

“Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges.”

“A pattern. Right, like maybe “silver cat” is a meeting place?”

“Or a person.”

“Or a weapon.”

The idea of a weapon has your stomach turning and you turn to look at Steve, wanting him to join in on your side of putting down this idea. But when you do, you notice he’s no longer at your side.

Instead, he’s over at the small area filled with kiddie rides. He’s particularly stuck at one with a brown horse as its main attraction. Turning to go at his side, you follow his gaze over the name. ‘Indiana Rider’.

“Wanna clue me in on what we’re looking at?” you asked softly.

“Hey, guys!” Robin called. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, it’s a quarter. I need–” he turned to you. “Do you have a quarter?”

“Does this dress look like it has pockets?” you frowned, holding out the sides to show the single seam on each side. He pursed his lips a bit before looking at the other two.

“Do you have a quarter?” They come over quickly with confused yet amused looks on their faces.

“Sure you’re tall enough for that ride?”

“QUARTER!”

Robin quickly reached into her pocket, chucking over the change. Steve easily catches it and kneeled down beside the machine, pushing the coin in. The horse instantly sprung to life, rolling forward as the light jaunty music played.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?”

You and Dustin giggled a bit before Steve quickly shushed everyone. “Would you three just shut up and listen?” Hearing the seriousness in his tone, you pushed the hair away from your face and leaned down to join him at the ground.

The song continued to play and you hummed it quietly to yourself. Wondering just when had you heard it recently that it sounded so familiar. It’s not until it’s looped again that you’re suddenly hit with the answer.

“Oh my God.” you whispered, snapping your fingers at Dustin hoping he’ll catch on. Thankfully, he does.

“Holy shit.” he gasped. “The music! The music!” Rolling the straps of his backpack off his shoulders, he kneeled down to the ground. Digging inside quickly to pull out the tape recorder. The tape began to play out like usual, but this time, the music that Steve had noticed early on today matched perfectly with the horse beside you guys.

A knot began to form in your stomach. This news wasn’t good at all.

“I don’t understand.” Robin said, frowning over at you guys.

“It’s the exact same song on the recording.”

“Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.”

“‘Indiana Flyer’? I don’t..I don’t think so.” Steve said, shaking his head. “This code, it..didn’t come from Russia.”

He turned to look back at everyone, a brief glimmer of worry etched on his face as he laid out the hard truth.

“It came from here.”

A/N: For some reason this was so hard for me to write! Please be kind on your thoughts and like if you enjoyed it! It means the world to me. ❤️

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #cb

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morningbloodystar · 18 days

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Ok so you told me not to tell you about anymore Lucifers because it’ll give you an existential crisis, but I’m an anarchist and I do what I like.

French Lucifer (Dionysus one): The book that this particular Lucifer is from is the one that made me like anarchy a lot so you can blame him for that. (He also says the best way to kill god is not to put up with their bullshit, but overruled in favour of deicide.) Book: Revolt of the Angels

French Lucifer (depressed monster one): The guy who wrote “Les Miserables” is responsible for this one. We don’t know exactly why he fell, but I know he was hit hard by it. Also the book is unfinished so we really don’t know what happened after his daughter came to comfort and try to save him (but considering that his daughter was an angel named Freedom and the last part was supposed to be about the French Revolution, maybe it all ends well.) Book: La Fin de Satan (please note, there is no readily available English translation, so I had to translate it as I went along with the translation app but three words were repeatedly mistranslated as “Forehead”, “Apple”, and “Fuck”.)

Good fucking grief another French Lucifer (Aka Purple Lucifer): This guy is also sad. He falls in love with an angel, and it ends poorly for both parties. The imagery in this poem is beautiful tho. Very fun to draw. Book: Eloa

Russian Lucifer (another slightly different Purple Lucifer): Imagine Eloa, but if the eponymous protagonist of the former poem (almost wrote porn lol) was a Russian princess instead of a depressed angel. Anyway, he indirectly but intentionally kills her husband to be lol. There’s also an opera. Book: The Demon (There’s also a line in this poem that really reminds me of you and mam. “My heaven, my hell, my all art thou” It’s sweet)

Ok I think I’m a bit tired of Lucifers for this evening might just go read a book.

About another Lucifer…

Ye :)

Violet. Do you despise me.

French Lucifers... You know, when I was considering where to set myself up on Earth, I did consider France. It's beautiful, really, and what better way to say a giant Fuck You to Her than to be the Devil in the land of Love?

Makes you think, about multiverses, and the little differences....

Though, I'm definitely not purple.

Enjoy your Lucifers, love - as long as I'm the favourite, of course!

#lucifer morningstar #the devil speaks #good omens rp

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placegrenette · 2 years

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Some (Unreliable) Thoughts After Watching Dudes Go Car Shopping

Specifically Ace and Bala, documenting the whole process via Instagram Stories. The lovely Sara has not archived these for @ninetyonekz yet, because she’s been busy doing heroic work archiving ZaQ’s affection for his stepcats and also That One Recent Photoshoot With a Giant Paper Boat, so you will either have to head over to Instagram yourself for the evidence or trust me.

I did take a quick screenshot, though:

Y’all know I get happy when I have actual prices to play with. 13 million KZT = €27,123 or US$27,461. It looks like the extra package bumps it up to 15.5 million KZT, or $32,745. Obviously prices are going to vary wildly and I don’t know enough context to know what kind of dealership culture reigns in Kazakhstan, whether the 13 million is a set price or a starting point for negotiations. But I did a quick glance around Autotrader and the prices I see for a new K5 (which is apparently the rebranded name of the Optima) range from $26,340 or a little bit over $37,000. And that’s where I am in Georgia; bump that price up a bit for higher costs of living, say in New York or California.

Why does this matter? Well, it doesn’t, I’m an obsessive nerd, but:

(Source, from Our World in Data, natch.)

So the chart above is aggregate median data, and yes it obscures all sorts of inequalities, in both countries. But to indulge in some very crude economic analysis, the median Kazakhstani has about a quarter to a fifth of income to play with as the median American, and yet a Kia K5 in Almaty does not cost a quarter of what it would in Atlanta. It thereby follows that a Kia K5 occupies a different position relative to median Kazakhstani consumption than it does relative to median American consumption.

Two different directions I want to go in, thinking about this, and both of them have to do with Ace not being a median Kazakhstani consumer. (I’m 98% certain it’s Ace’s car-to-be, even with Bala in tow; the fan account weloveninetyone occasionally reblogs the guys’ Stories and adds captions I can put into Google Translate, God bless that person, and my understanding from those translated captions is that Ace sold the Mitsubishi stick-shift earlier this year and then a few days ago told Eaglez he was going car shopping and they would get to hear all about it. And this has nothing to do with the rest of the analysis but I have very few friends who would be willing to go out and car-shop with me for two days, and not just because I am a cranky and ruthless negotiator, two of my last three purchases have had the dealer sighing in despair at one point or another. Either Bala is a closer friend to Ace than I had previously assumed, or more of a mensch, or both.)

So Direction #1: their audience is still largely Kazakhstani. As happy as they are to hear from international fans, as much as they still likely want to expand their reach, the vast, vast majority of the people tuning into these Stories are Kazakhstani (and I’m also 98% sure Ace is speaking Kazakh, not Russian, in his intros). Which means that most of the audience is in the context of not having 13 million tenge to throw at a car any time soon. If you follow the particular economics of Ninety One’s interactions with fans, you’ll see that those prices are more adjusted for Kazakhstan’s relative smaller median incomes: I believe a ticket for the most recent concert cost 7,000 tenge, or about $14, which is about a quarter of what I paid for the last Korean idol pop concert I went to (Oh My Girl, at the beginning of 2019). The weloveninetyone account posted a list of everything fans collectively bought Ace as a birthday present, at the end of August, complete with prices, and it added up to about $200 total, which would be considered a poor showing from a Western pop fandom. But if there’s a certain mutual empathy between Ninety One and its fans, having Ace and Bala wander around shiny dealerships breaks the illusion a bit, doesn’t it? Even if they are saying, “You’re sharing this experience with us,” there may be only so much the fans can participate in being wealthy enough to contemplate a 13-million-tenge car.

I wrote about this some in the Ninety One Series: the idols / money / fans relationship is always going to be fraught. On the one hand, fans want idols to feel rewarded for what they do, and earn a living (which is why you will sometimes see people saying variations on “yeah get that sweet CF money bb” on Kpop subreddits). On the other hand, not too rewarded. Not wealthy enough to envy; not wealthy enough that wealth threatens to become a goal in itself. (This is a side point, but I wonder if J. K. Rowling’s insensitive remarks about trans women would sting less if she hadn’t made as much money off Harry Potter as she has.) Ninety One has been admirably forthright about what they’re making and how: ZaQ told Elle that annual revenue (note: not profit) is 7 billion tenge, or about $16 million. If you’re going to be the boy band that conquers the world, or at least your own home country, you ought to be able to make some damn cash in the process; if you don’t someone else will, as the cautionary tales of the Bay City Rollers or Menudo or Lou Pearlman’s groups would suggest. But usually, at least in Western fandoms, there’s a segment of consumers who will find the cash-making alienating, not heartening. I don’t know if that’s actually true for Kazakhstani Eaglez; I may be making wrong assumptions, in my ignorance.

But meanwhile (this is Direction #2) there’s another separate segment of music and music fandom in which talking about wealth and conspicuous consumption is part of the art: all those references to ice on the wrists, or “I can put you in first class,” or brand name-drops. (I put “Kia” into Genius lyrics search and got Childish Gambino: “Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA / Show Maserati, you whippin’ a Kia.”) And the members of Ninety One, who grew up on American hip-hop, know this as well as anyone; and that goes double for the guy who keeps wearing Air Jordan caps and big-logo purses. They’re taking at least some of their cues from American popular culture, but American popular culture is taking place in a completely different economic context--not to mention historical context, and I really don’t know how much Ninety One knows, for all their thoughtfulness, of how conspicuous consumption has sometimes been an expression of Black pride, and also a not-terrible financial strategy when more traditional wealth-building measures (bank accounts, house buying) were closed off. In a way, showing off their wealth is part of their job, but that’s only because of a set of historical developments that doesn’t quite apply to them.

(Unless they’re responding to an entirely different set of historical developments that does apply to them, which is my way of saying that conspicuous consumption in the post-Soviet countries has a whole different history, and I have no idea what approach, say, Skriptonit or Oxxxymiron or even Morgenshtern take towards brand-slinging. Russian-language hip-hop in general is a huge blind spot for me; I tend to assume it borrows a lot from American hip-hop, but I haven’t actually tested that assumption.)

We all communicate through brands now, and Ninety One seems to be sitting at this weird intersection of dialects, in which they test-drive a Hyundai Sonata and that might generate awe or pride or envy at home, and meanwhile on the other side of the world I’m saying to myself, “Aww! My mom had a Sonata.” And now I’m feeling cranky at myself for perpetuating this, trying to read sociological import into car shopping, when car brands are not reliable signals, and definitely should not be anything to bond over! As if I see a familiar brand and try to derive some parasocial affection from it, because I keep demanding some kind of parasocial affection from these particular dudes, even though they’re living in an unfamiliar part of the world and have the right to speak languages I don’t understand. But as much as anyone I have to step back and say I’m spinning stories to myself, for myself, and don’t know as much as I think I do. Who are they? What makes them happy? Are they doing good? Would we be friends? Trying to learn but spinning on and on in circles.

#ninety one #come find me eaglez

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky is kidnapped by Hydra to reactivate the Winter Soldier.

word count: 2.924 words. it worth it, i promise!!!

warnings/tags: none. angst as hell mostly. but it has a happy ending.

author notes: i don't speak russian, but i haven't used google translate either, so no worries. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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No. It couldn't be possible. It had to be part of a terrible nightmare. Bucky couldn't have been kidnapped by Hydra again.

You didn't know what to expect in the ship flying to the secret location of the organization. For Stark, it didn't take more than a couple of minutes to track the arm down, since Shuri put a small monitor on it when the soldier stayed in Wakanda. She never told it, wanting to use it in some kind of circumstance like the one you all were going through now. And you couldn't be more grateful, but it didn't help to make you feel better.

You were sitting close to the back hatch. Back rested against the metallic wall and legs curled to your chest. Nothing inside your head more than the hallucination of a pair of blue eyes staring at you. Blaming yourself was something you couldn't avoid. You should have been with him, by his side, protecting him as many times you promised him. But in fact, you just failed him. You failed his trust, his love. You let them take him. Only God knew which torture Hydra was putting him under, while you were there, lamenting.

You didn't even notice Steve's presence squatting next to you until he placed a hand on your shoulder. Then, you raised your face towards him. He was suffering too. In the end, Bucky was his long-life friend, his big brother. He lost him once and felt like he was going to lose him twice. Although this time was different. You were carrying the dispositive that could put to sleep back the winter soldier, but, at what cost?

“Buck got you now. Everything is gonn—”. He spoke in plural, referring to your last night's talk.

“How could you be so calm, Steve? How do you do it?” You whispered through your trembling lips, about to break in crying.

“Because he needs us focused, not distracted”.

He was wise. Captain America was wiser than anyone in that ship. He curled the left corner of his lips up, trying to make you feel good, trying to transmit you the encouragement you needed to not give up. And he did, more or less. You had to fight harder than ever. For Bucky, and only for Bucky. That's why you didn't hesitate on jumping out from the ship when it landed on the cold hard ground, as the freezing weather hit you on the face.

Following the plan, you ran quietly to the back door hidden under a huge layer of snow. Shaking part of it with the palm of your hand, you placed the device with technology from Wakanda on the locker. Not later than fifteen seconds, it deciphered the code to open the hatch. Once in position, the Avengers followed you downstairs. The passage was empty and silent. The only sound that broke it was a couple of rats running away from your presence. You all had studied the plans of the building, mostly underground, remembering exactly where you had to go.

The coast was clear, that was the reason why you all were so confused. You were expecting to find more than a dozen of agents, but when T'Challa enunciated through your earwigs that he only located two heat spots, you couldn't believe it. How only one man kidnapped the most fearless assassin up to now? Tortuous and bitter screams dragged you back to reality, causing your brain to react to make your legs run faster than ever in your whole damn life. You knew by heart that voice beneath all the pain.

Your skin bristled when your gaze landed on that chair of horrors, connected to an enormous power source. Bucky was sitting there against his want.

“... добросердечный… возвращение на родину… один…”

“STOP IT”. Steve yelled.

Huge mistake. You were aware of it when —yes— that man stopped reciting the Russian words to re-activate the Winter Soldier, but only enough time to push a red button near to him and close the heavy door in front of you. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. At the moment you glimpsed Steve’s shield sliding above the floor, straight to the inside of the room where Bucky was being tortured, you followed the same way. Never in your life, you were this fast. Like a lightning bolt, you snaked yourself under the small distance between the door and the ground before being closed. Now, it was you, that man and the soldier.

“You’re late…” He mocked with an awful American accent, under James crying out loud in pain. “грузовой ваг—”.

Your left hand moved quickly to unholster your gun and shoot him. One… Two… Three… Four bullets right to his head. The man fell dead before he couldn’t complete the command. You didn’t lose time, running to the controls to try to turn that machine off. But it was impossible. Even if you knew Tony could do it, there wasn’t signal inside those large and wide walls made of steel reinforced. You were in one of those abandoned soviet bunkers, that could save you from Armageddon. You were inhaling and exhaling so fast that your lungs never got really full, trying to focus, trying to shut every single noise around up. Trying to think of a plan b. But it was your heart who pushed you to act and not your brain. Grabbing Steve’s shield, you aimed for the energy source before tossing it like a damn frisbee.

That thing blew up, turning off any kind of light and dispositive around, as the sparks and the cables decorated your surroundings. Just like the fire that started to burn down a pile of boxes with different documents of Hydra. But that wasn't why you were impatient. Catching the shield when it came back to you, your legs moved immediately to Bucky, still stirring on his seat for a few seconds else. Then, he simply stopped shaking. Her eyes were wide opened. Reddened, in tears. His chest rose and fell violently. His heart was racing. And you could see the trauma taking control over his body in holy silence.

You didn't doubt removing the protection from his mouth along the restraints keeping him on the chair. Your fingers trembled like never before, not having any more time to lose. Probably, the Avengers would be trying to open the door when the emergency red lights illuminated the bunker, producing a loud alarm sound to indicate that something was going wrong inside the facilities.

“C'mon, Buck… C'mon, we have to leave”. You told him, trying to help him to stand up.

But as soon as your hand was about to land on his arm of vibranium, the five cold digits got closed around your throat. Soon, the lack of air for you was more than evident. He got up on his own, not needing you to do it. The ocean blue in his eyes turned into a dark storm. There wasn't any gesture on his face, more than his jaw clenching, pressing his teeth together. That wasn't Bucky —your Bucky—, but the unstable trained assassin Hydra turned him in. You could barely gulp saliva, gripping his metallic wrist with both of your hands to try to stop him from murdering you.

He couldn't. He couldn't kill you. His strength was suffocating you with no mercy, though.

For a moment, you felt too weak to fight, seeing everything around you getting blurred and darker. Blacking out. But there was something inside you, a sweet tone of voice calling your name. A male voice. Your eyelids rolled down bit by bit, wanting to concentrate on that honeyed sound being closer and closer.

“любить”.

The sore whisper left your lips. Love. The first time Bucky told you about love came to your mind. He told you about his family. George, Winnifred, Rebecca. He told you how much he desired to have a family of his own. To be loved.

“новый”.

Your almost dead fingers traced the form of his new arm made in Wakanda when you felt him lifting you from the floor, being suspended on air.

“сороковых годов”.

Trying to keep a firm tone of voice as much as the pressure let you, the Russian words were spat to the confused soldier, who wasn't understanding what you were doing. The forties changed his life. He was sent to war and, lately, captured by HYDRA. It was something he'd never forget, part of his DNA.

“заката”.

You didn't know what the hell your subconscious was doing either till that precise instant. You were reprogramming him. You were using his own memories to reset his wiped brain from them. Dusk. The first night he spent in Wakanda, Bucky was terrified. But you stayed with him. You comforted him by saying that everything was going to be okay, that his life would be different. That he was safe. That he was at home.

“лето”.

His last night of summer in that kingdom, Bucky took you to his favorite place between the woods, wanting to show you the fireflies fluttering in the middle of the gloom. He used to walk there whenever he woke up from a nightmare. Those small insects used to make him feel better for some reason he didn't comprehend. Until he saw their light reflecting on your amazed orbs. Bucky knew then he was in love with you. Besides his long-life friend, the only person who never judged him, who never ran away from him. The same person that now was dying under his fingers.

“шесть”

Six years took him to be Bucky, after his last war, after the last effort, after the last jump. He was a new man. You made him a new man. A good one. You guided him through the right way. You helped him to get used to the twenty-one century. You accompanied him to therapy and stayed in the waiting room every single session until he finished.

“заткнуться”.

The soldier ordered you to shut up, earning quite the opposite when you knew it was sorting some kind of effect on him, as soon as you felt some relief by the grip loosening around your throat and your tiptoes touching the ground. Little by little, you opened your eyes again, gluing them on the blue ones fixed on you.

“боец”.

He wasn't a super soldier, he was a fighter. He spent the last six years of his life fighting for it, fighting for ruling his existence, fighting for being pardoned for crimes he didn't want to commit, fighting for your love. Bucky furrowed swallowing, allowing you to place your feet on the floor.

“Бруклин”.

And when he demonstrated to the world that he was no longer the Winter Soldier, but James Bucky Barnes, he moved to his birthplace. Brooklyn. You and he rented an apartment together when you both learned that you couldn't live apart. That you were made for each other.

“Отец…”

A tear ran down your cheek, slowly moving your left hand to his free one. A shiver toured his backbone when he felt your warm touch holding his hand and, even if his cold fingers were still around your throat, the soldier bowed his head to follow the connection between the two of you. His flesh hand landed on your stomach, pressing it under yours, trying to transmit to him the news about your pregnancy status. Bucky was going to be a father. You were going to build a family as he always wished.

“Свобода”.

As the sob escaped your soul, his hand made of vibranium released your neck. Freedom was what he got after all those years.

Bucky was free.

His hold was the only thing that kept you on your feet, pining to the cold hard ground, as well as you trying to fill your lungs with the heavy air around you because of the dense smoke coming from the flames burning down that damn place. You watched Bucky picking the shield close to you, probably believing it could be easier to kill you with it than with his own hands. Your arms automatically wrapped your abdomen, as if you could protect your unborn child from that horror, crying James' name to remember you.

“James… James…”

You weren't able to stop whining, feeling a heavy sorrow under your chest, covering your vitals organs. The noisy sound from the bunker was suddenly turned into a constant beep, beep, beep that caused you to frown yet keeping your eyes closed. You called him once and again until a warm hand laced his fingers with you. Peace invaded you eventually, after a fond squeeze around your skin followed by a pair of rough lips pressed on your forehead. You let yourself go, not finding any strength inside your heart to continue awake.

The next time you opened your eyes, you needed a moment to adjust your gaze to the sunlight. Purring feeling more comfortable than before, you rolled on your stomach, sinking your nose into the large pillow. Bucky's scent was like a punch of reality. Your eyes snapped open as your pulse increased, starting to panic. Sitting up, your orbs moved quickly all around the room you recognized instantly. It was your dorm in the Compound, the one you used to share with your boyfriend —and the father of your child. It was empty. No trace of James anywhere. You tossed away the oxygen mask and the sheets covering your stiff anatomy, getting up from the bed. Another huge mistake.

Everything spun around you, feeling strong dizziness hitting your head, having to sit down for a second. But as soon as you felt recovered, you stood up again walking straight to the main door to step out. The hallway was deserted, hearing some voices coming from the meeting room. You followed them slowly, finding balance with your palm against the walls. Sam was the first one noticing your presence, coming faster to help you.

“James… James…” You mumbled, not really sure about when you started to sob again, whilst your muscles got tense with every syllable.

“He's okay, he's okay, take it easy, girl”. He tried to calm you as Steve reached you to bring you to the closest chair.

“We don't know what you did… but even if that man introduced the commands again… you turned it off”. Natasha spoke this time.

“I re— I repro— reprogramed him”.

The confusion was more than evident between the Avengers present in the room. But no one of them had the need to ask how. The spy taught you Russian in your free time, you weren't a fluent speaker, but it was enough to have a chat. Even so, you weren't going to say the words you used. You weren't going to make Bucky go through another wipe. If they worked, you'd make sure that he'd hear them when the occasion required it.

“I wan— wanna see him… please”. You cried covering your face with both hands, desolated after the hell of the situation you had to live.

“He's resting”. Steve informed you, squatting close and placing a hand on your right thigh to gently caress it. “And you should do the same. For your baby”.

“There's no way you're gonna stop me from seeing him”. You replied, raising your head and looking at him through your eyelids. Silently pleading.

He snorted, convinced that you wouldn't change your mind. Nodding two times with his head, he stood up and offered you a hand to hold it and help you to walk. Steve guided you through upstairs, following your pace step by step —he could have carried you onto his arms, but he wasn't sure if he could hurt you accidentally. You were too weak, barely breathing properly because of all the smoke you swollen inside the bunker. Although you started to feel somewhat erratic and excited as you were coming to Bucky's old dorm.

Steve opened the door for you, letting you walk inside before closing it behind your back. Your boyfriend was peacefully sleeping under the sheets. There were some scars on his face, already healed but yet seeming painful. The only explanation you found to be there was that Bucky used the shield to open the door and take you out of the bunker. A theory that made more sense when you noticed that he hadn't his prosthesis and his shoulder was covered by a thin black microfiber.

You headed to the bed, tucking in to wrap his warm and heavy body between your arms. At the moment he felt you, he embraced you as better as he could, not opening his eyes but shedding a tear. His lips started to tremble as you pecked them, previous to hiding his face into your neck.

“I'm so sorry…” Bucky sobbed, causing your whole anatomy to shudder because of the sorrow in his voice.

“We're gonna be okay, my love… You, me, our baby… Our family”.

His crying increased after those two words, caressing his back slowly to comfort him somehow. You knew that this recovery would be hard and painful, being conscious of how close he had been to end with your life. He didn't want to do it, nobody could deny it. You were everything he had, everything he always wished for deep inside his soul and heart. And the acknowledgment of having a baby with you only provoked him to feel guiltier.

But as you said so, everything was going to be okay.

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seabass17 · 3 years

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All that’s left | Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

A/n: So, this is... a different reader in comparison from the one in the first part but I kinda like it? Anyway, Im considering making a third part and im thinking it'll contain some smut. I used google translator so please don't judge me. Tell me what you think. Happy reading.

All that's left pt. 1

Warnings: angst, mentions of scars, swearing, implied smut?

Word count: 3.263

Summary: After moving from her life in New York, away from the Avengers and him, she finds happiness and a life that she actually enjoys, but that seems to last little when she spots the familiar jet on the roof of the building she lives in. Is she ready to face them? To face him?

*Three months later*

The warm air surrounding my body made me take a deep breath and unconsciously smile. I was happy, I was free, I was whole. I was with my neighbor drinking coffee in our usual spot, which was a cafe near the main street of the place that I decided was going to become my new home.

“Продолжай рассказывать мне о своем боссе, который сводит тебя с ума” (Keep on telling me about your boss who drives you crazy) Andrei said making me laugh and shake my head.

“Не о чем говорить, он просто засранец, который дает мне слишком много работы и заставляет меня плакать” (Nothing to talk about, he's just an asshole who gives me too much work and makes me want to cry) I laughed. I had met Andrei a week after I moved in and there was an immediate connection. No, it wasn’t in a romantic one, god no, we were just really good friends that had a lot in common.

“Now now, that was not what i saw the other day when i went to pick you up from work” He said with a playful smirk plastered on his light brown face. I gasped, a fake indignant expression on my face while my hand went to my chest. He laughed loudly. “Don’t play that card, I saw you!” he added

“I don’t know what you are talking about” I said, trying to fight the smile that tried to come out but failing miserably, we both laughed.

He and I had become quite close in the little time that we had known each other. He was an American with a Russian name. He explained that his mother was from the states while his father was a russian spy, they fell in love against all odds and eventually, Andrei was brought to this world. When he was fifteen his father died and he and his mom went to America, where he finished high school and surprisingly, entered the military. He did two tours before he decided that he had enough and returned to Russia. Hence why he could speak both Russian and English fluently. As for me, I told him that I was in some sort of organization that worked for the government, and that’s why I knew russian. He believed me, thank God, I didn’t want to talk about how I was part of the Avengers and why I left. Obviously I will tell him when the time is right and I know that he can be fully trusted.

“Oh, come on Ames, are you going to tell me that you don’t like him one bit? Not in the slightest?” he asked, smiling and I shook my head. He stayed silent for a second and stared at me, like he was considering whether he should ask me something or keep quiet. “Is it because of him?” he finally asked, watching me closely to see my reaction. I felt my stomach twist at the mention of him. Of course it was because of him, because of them, I couldn’t afford getting hurt and betrayed one more time. Andrei didn’t know his name, or theirs for that matter, so I smiled weakly and nodded.

“Yeah, I know it sounds stupid but… I just can’t afford getting hurt, not again, not anymore” I said looking at my hands.

“I understand, believe me I do” he said, his hand reaching out to hold mine. I looked up to find his brown eyes looking for mine, I saw nothing but genuine love -the friendly kind- in them. I smiled and squeezed his hand. He was going to say something but his phone rang; a notification. He withdrew his hand to look at his phone and the moment he did, people around us started getting up and running in the same direction. I looked at him confused to find him frowning at his phone.

“What is it?” i asked.

“The Avengers are here…” He said and my heart skipped a beat and my body went rigid. Andrei noticed. “What 's wrong?”. Well, there’s no use keeping him from the truth anymore.

“So, remember when I told you that I worked for an organization for the government? Okay don’t freak out and hate me but, here it goes” I took a deep breath. “That organization was called The Red Room were they trained me from a very young age to be a perfect cold-blooded killer, years later i escaped and was on the run until i got a new identification, name, address, new everything and then joined the avengers to amend the wrongs I made in the past. To my luck, it didn’t go great because it ended up breaking me the same way The Red Room did, so I left to find a fresh start and came here where I met you. Please don’t hate me” I concluded in one breath. Andrei was silent with a straight face, which was hard to read, and eventually after a few seconds that felt like an eternity and shrugged his shoulders. WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN.

“Believe it or not, I've heard worse” he simply said

“Worse than finding out that your best friend is a train killer and former avenger?” i asked incredulously and he tilted his head and smirked

“US Agent mother and Russian spy father” He said. I laughed and he followed right after. “So, I'm guessing we are running away?” he asked. Say what now?

“We?” I asked, almost in shock to which he simply nodded, “You don’t think im just gonna let you go like that, please, is not that easy to get rid of me” he snorted. “And I'm supposing Amelia is not your real name either, given the fact that you ran off,” he added. Damn, he is good.

“Y/n, y/n y/l/n” I said and he slowly smiled

“Well y/n, nice to meet you, my name is Andrei Petrova” he said, extending his hand, i repeated his action with the same smile. “I’ve got to say, I like the name y/n more than Amelia '' he added and laughed. We were brought back to the matter at hand when the screaming of the people were getting louder. I snapped my head up and saw the familiar jet on the roof of the building where I was living.

“Here’s what we are going to do, I’m going to my apartment and buy us some time while you go get a car and,” i handed him my card “you are going to get all the money from my bank account. I will meet you in front of the cafe that’s two blocks away from my place”

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked with clear worry in his eyes. I smiled and nodded

“Yes, I promised. Now go” I said before he got up and ran. I sighed and went to my apartment. Was I really going to do this? After months, was I ready to face them, already knowing the truth? Well, guess I'm going to find out.

Once in the building I decided to programmed the lights to go out in 50 minutes and then I went to the elevator, wanting to appear as normal as possible even though I felt like my heart was going to explode from how fast it was beating inside my rib cage. When the elevator stopped at my floor I walked until I was standing in front of my door. I didn’t need to wait and confirm, I knew they knew I was here, now there’s only one thing left to do. But before I did anything, the door creaked open.

*10 hours earlier*

Bucky paced from one side to the other, finding himself incapable of staying put. Natasha sat silently on her chair, Tony was in the front with his head in between his hands, Steve was resting on the side of the wall looking at the floor, Bruce was just standing there holding his chin analyzing everyone in the room. Sam sat on the couch looking through his phone, Vision was sitting next to Wanda on the other couch, while Clint and Thor were sitting on the other chairs. Peter had some school stuff to deal with like the teenager that he was. They’ve been looking for her for the past three months, and about a week ago, a picture was found of someone that looked exactly like her, all except her hair that was a bit shorter and the color was different, but other than that, it was practically her.

Not wanting to get their hopes -or rather enthusiasm- up, they decided to look deeper and found out that the picture was taken a month ago in the city of Magadan located in Russia. They found out that before three months, the name Amelia Agapov, didn’t exist. The more they looked into it, the more they were convinced that it was her.

“The mission report from Agent Carter arrived, should i put it on the screen?” the voice of the AI filled the room. The team had been waiting for that report for days, the nerves of the question that lingered in the air ‘was it her?’ being present for that time only grew stronger as Stark asked FRIDAY to project the report on the screen.

Pictures were shown, most of them were about this woman buying in the market, having coffee with a guy, but there was one, where her face was looking straight into the lens of the camera, and it was that picture that left the people in the room absolutely rigid. It was her.

“We found her…” Tony said in a whisper. Everybody kept their gaze on the picture on the big screen. After months looking for her, they finally had found her. To everyone, it was like someone just discovered something new, a kind of relief and anxiety all at the same time.

“Suit up, we’re going to get her” Steve said to the group, but see, it was the choice of words from Cap that Bucky found unsettling.

“Get her? Like she is some kind of criminal?” he said, looking at his best friend dead in the eye. Steve opened his mouth to say something but Tony beat him to it.

“She was trained by The Red Room to be an assassin, we can expect nothing more from her '' He said, trying to calm Bucky down, but instead it only caused him to get angrier, and not only him.

“So was I” Natasha said, her voice low that could scare anyone to the bone if they weren’t so used to her.

"It's different" Tony said

“How is it different?” Wanda said this time, “It wasn’t when you practically recluded me after I helped Ultron and tried to kill you all” she added.

Tony sighed and looked down, realizing that he might be overreacting.

“Let’s just get suit up and get on with it” Steve said, cutting the rather awkward silence that filled the room.

The avengers were suit up and on the quinjet in less that forty-five minutes, and they were in Madagan in nine hours, it took them an hour to find her building, and once they found it, Clint landed the jet on the roof and they all got out and looked for her apartment. Funny enough, it was the same number as the one she used to live in New York; 108. They waited for what seemed an eternity until they heard footsteps just outside the door. Suddenly, the air felt thick with anticipation, but Bucky couldn’t wait any longer so he crossed the living room in two steps and opened the door. She was standing there. Silence took over the entire apartment until she broke it.

“Well, are you going to move so that I can get inside my goddamn apartment Barnes?” she said expectantly. Bucky realized that he had been staring at her since he opened the door. Her hair was different, more wavy and a shade or two lighter. He moved to the side and she was able to see the rest of the team. This was going to be one hell of an evening.

Breathe. In… and out…

It was hard. Fuck. Okay i can do this.

“Well isn’t this nice. All the team back together again!” I said with sarcasm dripping from every letter.

“What the hell did we ever do to you?” Steve said firmly.

“Damn, getting straight into it. That’s okay” i shrugged as I went to my room but the sound of the blasters of Tony's suit stopped me.

“Stop, don’t take another step” He said, lifting his hands and I smiled.

“Really? Well unfortunately i have to change, so i’ll leave the door open if it makes you comfortable” i said as i continued to walk to my room, and like I said, i left the door open.

“Y-you don’t have to do that, you can…” Wanda said but trailed off. I had taken my shirt off; my scars were shown.

“So, Steve” I broke the silence as I put on a black shirt, “the thing that you did wasn’t as bad as tin man over there, but you still let Hydra take me the day we took out the helicaries” i added. His face got pale and started shaking his head.

“What? No, you made it out safe, you-” He started saying but i interrupted him

“You sure? Who do you think stopped Rumlow when he tried to interfere with the exchange of the chip when you were in the helicarrier with Bucky?” He started thinking for a moment until he realized what I said fell into place. “Yeah, I took one hell of a beating, and if that wasn’t enough, I fell to the water. I fell thirty floors down, and I alone got myself out, because I didn't have anyone to cover me or have my back” i concluded.

“Your scars…” Tony said this time and i turned to him

“Yeah, thanks to you Mr. Stark” i said and he looked at me. “Doctor said that 74% of my body is covered with scars, along with one or two burns”

“You were that girl in The Red Room” Natasha said, causing me to turn my head to look at her and I smiled cynically, “You are Eliza” she finished.

“Давно не виделись с Натальей” (Long time no see Natalia) i said and she looked at me in pure surprise in her faced. That’s something coming from the famous Black Widow.

“What about the rest of us y/n?” Sam said this time, redirecting my attention from Natasha to the rest of the group. Thor was standing there holding his hammer, Bruce was next to the fridge, Clint was by the sink, Wanda was with Vision beside the kitchen table and Bucky was by the door. They were all looking at me. I took a look at the clock, I have to leave in less than thirty minutes.

“Long story short, Clint, Bruce, Sam, Wanda and Vision are the ones that didn’t do anything, so just chill out, you are still on my good side” I smiled and waved my hand.

“Hold on, but what did I do?” Thor asked and I looked at him.

“God it really is unfair how such a little thing can cause such a big problem. The first time you came down to earth, met Jane, bla bla bla… when her stuff was under custody of shield, and you took that notebook; they blamed me. I know it may seem weird because, how? Thing is, I was undercover at that time inside Shield, so when the notebook disappeared, guess who was the one that got beaten for it. I couldn’t move from the pain.”

Thor was standing completely still.

“Lady y/n…”

“How is it possible? I was there and never saw you” Clint interrupted Thor.

“It was before the avengers, i was on the run and a girl's gotta eat. Don’t worry, I never gave them anything. Got the money and then killed them, they were nobodies” I shrugged off.

“So, that’s all you needed to know, so if you please leave my…” I said but then he interrupted me.

“No” I would be lying if I said it didn’t send shivers down my spine at his tone, and I hate even more that he noticed it. “You’re missing one doll” Well fuck me

I turned to see him and he was walking painfully slow towards me and I was praying for my legs to not give out.

“Barnes” I simply said, thanking God and all the saints that it didn’t come out as a whimper. I took a look at the clock once more. I have to leave. Now. “Such a shame, wish you had fought for us, I would have gone through hell and back for you, Buck” his eyes were looking straight to my own and I felt like he was staring at my bare soul. In a way, he was. I smiled and I saw behind my back that the team was looking at us, we’ve never been this close, not in public anyway. I standed on my tiptoes and reached for his right ear, he instinctively reached down so it was a bit easier for me.

“If you want to know, you’ll have to find me first дорогой” (Sweetheart) I whisper. Next thing, the light went out just like I programmed it to and I slid beside Bucky to reach out to the door and to the hall. I could hear the team screaming ‘what the hell just happened’. I ran to the emergency stairs, and once out I could still feel him behind me, getting close. I went into an alley, having to detour, knowing that he eventually was going to catch up to me and I couldn't have him follow where I was really going. A few seconds later, I felt him caging me to the wall on the alley, both of us breathing heavily. His flesh hand went to my throat and his metal one rested on the wall.

“Given a different occasion, I would have loved this, don’t get me wrong, I still love how you…”

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked huskily and I smiled.

“I told you, you’ll have to wait until you find me again. Alone.” i said

“Come on Barnes, do you really think that the charade of being your personal fuck toy would last forever?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t like that, i…” he said but trailed off. The pain in my chest starting and clenching my heart.

“There it is…” i said lowly, the hurt in my voice evident, “listen, i’d love to keep talking about how you used me, but like i said,” i got close to his face, my nose touching his, “find me to found out” after that, I raised my knee kicking him right in between his legs.

He let out a pained groan and fell to the floor, causing his grip in my neck to give out. I took advantage and ran. Two blocks away, I saw Andrei. When he saw me running to him, he immediately got in the car and turned the engine on, then I got in.

“Drive, fast” it was the first thing i said

“Where?” he asked while we took off. I smiled and looked at him

“You’ll see”

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beauty-and-passion · 3 years

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Silly fun challenge prompt: what languages do you associate with the Sides/what would be the 2nd language each Side learn?

For example I am a big fan of Hispanic (Spanish speaking) Creativitwins fanon. And c! Thomas too could've learnt Spanish in high school and the fact his love interest is hispanic too just makes perfect sense-

And in contrast to Hispanic twins I headcanon Janus as a francophone (French speaking) for two reasons: 1) it was still lingua franca around Victorian era, his aesthetic inspiration and 2) dividing American high school by Spanish class vs. French class is like causing Civil War (I was and still am a language nerd, so I learnt both languages, which was a mistake but the kind of mistake that was worth it when you think about it later)

German suites Logan since lots of famous philosophers are German. I associate Japanese or Korean with Virgil since those two are really dominant in the current subculture world (and maybe our emo could've been inspired and turn into E-boy - wow that sounds terrifying)

I don't have strong preference on Patton's but Italian sounds nice, since all those music and dessert and anything sweet are often from Italy. And maybe 'Orange' can be some language that sounds harsh like Russian, so he can murmur in that in sleep and scares everyone else

I know you're in Europe: 1) you use GMT and 2) Americans wouldn't care about Eurovision. So I wonder how you would think based on your European experience!

Oooh, I like this! As European Who Studied Languages, I definitely approve this and I'll gladly add my two cents about which languages the sides should learn.

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Roman: He canonically knows Spanish and that's perfect like that. Spanish is a romantic language, someone speaks Spanish and you can't help but swoon. It’s a great choice for the Side responsible for romance and passion.

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Remus: Remus isn't just intrusive thoughts, but there’s a very high chance he’s also responsible for Thomas' sexual urges. So, what is the language made for sex? You’re right, it’s French. French is sexy. You can say anything in French and bam, ✨sexy ✨.

"Je sors la poubelle." Sexy, isn't it? Well, I just said "I'm taking out the trash". See? Very sexy.

(French people, please confirm my words. We all know it’s true)

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Janus: Your points are incredibly valid and I love them. But if we should choose among all languages, I would love Janus to be one of the very few (extremely few) people in the world who can speak Latin.

I know Latin is a dead language, but it would be great - and not just because of the connection with his name.

Let’s consider that the other Romance languages, despite evolving from Latin, cannot entirely understand it, because they all changed a lot through the centuries after mixing with the Germanic ones. On the other hand, the Germanic languages (English, German, Swedish and so on) are part of a completely different group, only slightly influenced by Latin, so they cannot understand it.

In other words, Janus would speak a language that only sounds familiar - and maybe you can grasp a couple words here and there if you know a romance language, but the true meaning is hidden. What is he actually saying? Who knows. Is he actually cursing someone? Who knows. After all, do you understand Latin? Yeah, me neither.

If I have to pick a language that is still spoken today instead, I think I'll join you with French. Your points are valid and French is a very elegant language, fitting for Janus’ whole aesthetic. So yes, French could work.

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Logan: German is a great choice and you are absolutely right with your point about the philosophers. Also German is a language of harsh sounds and strict grammar rules - for example:

declensions that should be used accordingly for articles, adjectives and nouns

specific verbs for specific meanings

words made by putting together shorter words (like Haustürschlüssel. Haustür means “front door”, Schlüssel means “key” -> this word means “front door’s key”)

sentences that should follow a specific construction, with parts of the compound verb after the noun and part at the end of the sentence. And secondary phrases also have a specific syntax and should always be introduced by a comma

In other words, it's a very organized language and I think it would fit Logan.

But also, considering that almost all words related to science and philosophy come from Greek, I think Logan should at least understand some Greek. As a treat.

(Also because Greek is another incredibly complicated language, so if someone has the patience to learn it, it’s definitely Logan.)

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Virgil: oh my gosh, I never thought about an eastern language for Virgil. In a way, it would be a very peculiar choice and I kinda like it. Japanese and Korean are extremely complicated languages, they have a very specific alphabet (I'm especially thinking about the Japanese one, that even asks for a specific direction to write words) and require a lot of work (and memory) to learn them.

But Virgil is also a poet and when I think of poets and sonnets my first connection is with the french ennui, le mal du vivre and especially Baudelaire and his works. Virgil would appreciate Baudelaire a lot. So French, again.

But hey, there’s too much French now. So I’ll pick the other european literature full of sadness: the russian one.

Russian is supposed to be a big scary language and its alphabet is weird and omg what if they're cursing us? But if you learn it a little bit, you’ll find out that Russian has a lot of soft/open sounds (due to a good use of vowels) and it's very poetic.

So the language itself is a bit like Virgil: he seems scary and evil at a first glance, but if you learn about him, he's actually kinder than he looks.

But never underestimate Russian, because just like Anxiety, fear is just behind the corner: you start learning it and wow, there is just one present tense, one past tense and one future tense? This is great, what a wonderful language!

And then, before you’ll realize it, you will find out that each verb has a “doppelganger” used for entirely different purposes AND there a gazillion verbs of motion and you will end up crying on the floor, because there are just too many verbs - and look, there are also one trillion particles you can put before these verbs and they give them EVEN MORE MEANINGS.

No, this isn't entirely based on my personal experience, what makes you think that.

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Patton: I have never thought about Patton learning another language, because English just fits him too well.

But when you proposed Italian... well, my heart just wiped out everything else. There is nothing here, only Patton speaking Italian.

So yes, Patton's second language should be Italian. No, it must be Italian. Because French is the language of sex, Spanish is the language of love, but if you want to declare your eternal love to someone, you use Italian. Do you want to marry someone? Italian. Do you want to tell your significant other how much you adore them? Italian. Italian has one million ways to express love and Patton should use them all with his kiddos.

And yes, Italian is also associated with warm people, warm places and good food, all things Patton deserves and should enjoy. So Italian is a big yes.

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Orange: since Orange is a mystery, I am a bit torn between these two languages:

1) Esperanto: This language is amazing, because it isn’t a natural language, born like all others, but it has been built by a man, who wanted to create an universal language in order to foster world peace and international understanding.

So this language has been created to be as simple as possible, with a very regular grammar (unlike all other natural languages) and its words all have references to other language groups (romance, germanic, slavic, indo-europeans, finno-ugric languages and so on).

And if you actually listen to it (especially if you know some latin languages) you will find it weirdly understandable. I found this video in particular and I was impressed by how strangely familiar esperanto sounds.

And... that’s it, I just think it would be kinda poetic that the last side knows a language that all others can use and understand.

2) A Greenlandic language. Why? Because they are insanely polysynthetic.

What does that mean? If in German you can make words by putting together other two/three words (like in the example I used before), in the Greenlandic languages you can build an entire sentence by putting together nouns, verbs, articles and everything else. All together in one single word, whose meaning can be translated with an entire sentence in another language.

Do you want an example? Here is an example from Wikipedia: tuntussuqatarniksaitengqiggtuq.

Yes, this is a word.

This word is from the Yupik language and means "He had not yet said again that he was going to hunt reindeer.". And this word is made of:

tuntu- (= reindeer)

ssur- (= hunt)

qatar- (future tense)

ni- (= say)

ksaite- (negative)

ngqiggte- (= again)

uq (3rd.sing.IND)

Is this insane? This is fucking insane. Do you want to be scared? This is real fear. What the heck. How. Why.

You know what? This is perfect for Orange, I’ll leave Esperanto to Thomas. Orange deserves to be this scary. I can already see the other sides quiver before him.

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And so, here are my guesses! If someone has other ideas, feel free to add yours and tell us why, so we can all have a nice discussion :D

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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Being like Bros™ with Lucjusz??

I mean we have talked a little bit about me be absolutely on like homie level with Lucjusz but more headcanons pleaseee

The Wolfman, but He's Like Your Estranged Uncle

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Lucjusz in himself is a warning, language]

[AN: For those of you coming from the tags, I got really tired of calling the Wolfman from Darkwood "Wolfman" so I named him Lucjusz bc I was thinking of Poland but somewhere down the line me and the cryptid (asker above) ended up writing him more as Russian.]

Still in the Woods

He just kinda adopts you as his own??? No other way to say it. He sees you, makes fun of you, makes you question your religious beliefs and then adopts you. No one can make fun of you but him.

He pops in and out of your life in the most bizarre way. He does not care if you miss him or not, he visits you on his own time and whenever he remembers.

Lucjusz will go on rants in Russian. If you speak any of the languages he's familiar with (Russian, Polish, Ukrainian) he's much more prone to speaking those over English. He says translating everything to English is a waste of time and rather would not.

With that comes him wanting to teach you Russian because yeah. That's better. Learn his language.

Weirdly helpful to you. Your stairs broke?? He fixed them in the middle of the night.

Does not let you travel alone in the woods when the night comes because he knows how dangerous it could be. Either you stay at his camp talking about stuff well into the early hours of the morning or he takes you back to your home himself. Yes, he would risk going to the village just to see you home safe.

You can come to him for any advice and if it details another person he will offer to eat them. I mean that legitimately.

Depending on what you're doing in the woods, he'll get you special things you need through his time as a trader. There are other messed up individuals in the woods like him, and they all deal in similar, but different enough shady matters.

If you live in the village he'll hang out on your back porch will no one will bother the two of you. Or he'll come into your house, make some coffee and stay until that's done. Though, he never actually stays the night. Outright refuses it.

He protects you more than you could ever know.

Lucjusz has his sweet moments. They're rare, but you see parts of him no one else sees.

Lots of late night campfire talks. It's peaceful.

Always has coffee or tea ready. He likes coffee best, but whatever you want to drink he will too.

That does not stop his alcohol consumption though. He has freakishly high tolerance and does NOT get wasted unless he's drank an entire Binny's. That doesn't happen often.

His sarcasm and cutting vocabulary does not stop. In fact, it's even worse because he knows you'll put up with it.

He's a really solid friend though. People think he'd screw over his friends but the man is loyal to a fault and that's the most bizarre part of him.

Not in the Woods

In the out of the woods section, I tend to keep Lucjusz as a shady individual who deals in not legal things.

He's no longer in pure survival mode so the shenanigans go up ten fold.

He's the kind of guy to call you at 11 at night and tell you he's coming over only to honk the horn and say he's actually outside. Going with him to places and saying no to these excursions is not an option.

He also likes to go to really weird places that have even weirder people. They're always really fun and aren't that overwhelming!

Lucjusz will send you lots of memes throughout the day. He's actually not that big on texting because he finds it boring. Is more prone to video chatting/calling or just sending memes lmfao.

He is the scary guard dog. No one will get near you while he's around. He's protective by nature.

He's the definition of problematic without actually being problematic or holding problematic views?? People legitimately like to hate him and he likes hating them back too. It's just his thing. People ask how you're like best friends with him and you can't explain it but it works.

Because he's still dealing in not entirely legal things. he will sometimes gift you equally not legal things. Ranging from drugs to arms, it's like a reward.

He knows what tiktok is and finds it stupid. Does that stop him from making an account and sending you the most surreal memes? No.

Invites you over to his home a lot. It's somewhere on the edge of the city at the edge of the forest. He can't seem to leave it. The two of you spend a lot of time on the front porch in the summer watching the fireflies, pleased you don't have to fight for your life when the night comes.

He drives around with you a lot. He strikes me as the kind of guy to have a truck. So-.

Also his cooking is pretty good?? He will have you over for meals.

Yes, the two of you have gotten chased through a cornfield in the middle of Illinois at 3am by a farmer and their family wielding literal pitchforks it's called character development.

He uses snapchat. Hundreds of strangers follow him simply because his stories are insane. You ever see that guy Skweezy?? It's like him, but a lot meaner and a lot more swearing in Russian. You are part of those snap stories.

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studyvibes · 3 years

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Another new translation of Maneskin interview

I planned on translating the interview last week, but the day I was free the whole area where I lived had an issue with the WiFi, so through out the week, when I had a bit of free time I translated the interviewer piece by piece.

The translation is of this video: https://youtu.be/4Meslb_X9Fg

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I thought it was best to include the video of the interview because there are videos and images relevant to their answers.

So this interview is by the VK which is basically like Russian Facebook.

In the original video the host speaks in Russian and Maneskin reply in Italian with Russian subtitles shown.

(Text which is bold and in brackets during the translation are some notes I added, to add come context)

Interviewer: For the first time, Maneskin is visiting Moscow, who are the winners of Eurovision. And today we are welcoming them in our studio. Guys, hello. (If you translate exact its: Guys, big hello to you)

Maneskin: Thank you very much

[0:17] Interviewer: The site Kontakte is one of the biggest sites in Russia and also one of the biggest music platforms in Russia, where people listen to your music. In our top charts of most listened songs you are one of the very few international musicians/bands that are included in the chart. In general the chart includes mostly songs in Russian language, so this shows how very popular you are in our country.

Maneskin: That’s very nice!

Interviewer: Please tell me - your international success just happened in 3 months: charts in Russia, charts in Billboard, I think this is the first time ever since ABBA that a musician/band became famous even in America after Eurovision. How did your life change in this span of 3 months?

Damiano: yeah there was a big difference/change.

Damiano: We could say that it was sudden and how we saw everything explode after Eurovision, but we are very happy

Damiano: Ofcourse this means a lot of work is expected because everything that we did before for Italy, we do now around the world. But we are very happy: this what we wanted and why we worked so hard -we are very, very happy/lucky.

[1:30]Interviewer: Going back to Eurovision, I was present at backstage and at the final, sharing happiness about your winning. I’d like to ask, did you know and how did you react to the fact that all artist for the past two weeks were saying that you were the obvious winners, even though the genre of your performance is a complete contrast to most competitor’s songs. How confident were you.

Interviewer: To solidify my words (about being at Eurovision) I have a photo *shows a photo on iPad of Interviewer and Maneskin on the night they won Eurovision*

Maneskin: oh it was you!

Victoria: We weren’t exactly confident. When we went to Eurovision, we thought only about being able to carry our music to a very wide auditorium, but we didn’t expect that we would be able to win - especially with the type of genre we play and sing in Italian - it is not something that appears often in this competition

Thomas: Yeah, that’s true, it was very unexpected and even the people - in Eurovision - were saying “You will win, you will win” - of course to us it was nice, but we completely didn’t expect it. And same with what happened after.

Ethan: (he said something, but they didn’t add a translation to what he said)

[2:45] Interviewer: I’d like to say a few words about our Manizha - Russian Woman (she represented Russia in Eurovision 2021) - were you able to meet her and chat with her? And are you planning to see her in Moscow

Victoria: yes yes, she even sang an Italian song

Damiano: it was something “Ti amo, ti amo”

Thomas: No, no, no, not that one!

Damiano: “Felicità”?

Thomas: No, no. I don’t remember.

Interviewer: (I didn’t hear him but I think he agreed with Damiano)

Maneskin: “Felicità”, yes, “Felicità”!

Damiano: They even sang in multiple voices! (Manizha had back singers with her, who joined her for Eurovision)

Interviewer: So after you won Eurovision, you were congratulated by Eros Ramazzotti, Royal Blood, and Franz Ferdinand. Which congratulation towards you was unusual and unexpected? And what did it mean to you

Victoria: Probably the big groups, which we always listen to, which always inspired us. It was also really nice, already the fact, that they talk about us - it was unbelievable. And because, of course, for us it was very important, that they liked us/valued us. And what most wild/unusual out of is that we got to collaborate with Iggy Pop.

Rest of Maneskin: *agreeing with Victoria’s answer*

Victoria: He is one of our main idols, he is one of the people who created/established punk-rock.

Thomas: Yes, of course, support from big musicians, from people who we listened to from the very start - it’s really wonderful and important/valuable recognition

Interviewer: tell us about your work with Iggy Pop. How did it happen, did he contact you or you were able to reach out to him?

Victoria: We were always huge fans of him. And when everything so well, he saw who we were and what type of music we have, and we asked him, if he would’ve want to produce something together. He said, that he really likes the song “I wanna be your slave.” and wanted to make a collaboration.

Interviewer: I saw that Miley Cyrus made a repost video of where you are performing a cover of her song and said you are her friends. Is there a possible collab with Miley?

Maneskin: Anything is possible.

Damiano: (in English) Who knows

Interviewer: with who would you want to collab?

Victoria: with many, with many! Arctic Monkeys, Foo Fighters, I don’t know.. with so many!

Interviewer: An interesting thing - the group BTS became the symbol of South Korea, making kpop genre popular. You are becoming...you became, the symbol of Italy. Do you feel any responsibility and are you planning on promoting Italian language/ making Italian language popular?

Damiano: We are thinking about making our music, and if our country will choose us to be their representatives, we would be happy. But no, we don’t feel this responsibility, we are thinking of own work/ business.

Interviewer: I can’t not ask very important question which is interesting for the fans - are you preparing an album, can you share some hints/ secrets? Because everyone is waiting for it. And the fact that in one of your songs which was released years back reached the top world wide charts, now we all can’t wait.

Victoria: Its all secret!

Damiano: We can say, that we are preparing new music - this is the secret which we can reveal.

Thomas: Yeah, and we are trying to find time, to write, to work on music. Certainly/undoubtedly, you can expect multiple surprises.

Interviewer: you are a unique group - from the point that your centre/focus is towards all of the members, which is different to other bands where bands are seen as the frontman and the rest of musicians. But each member of your group is seen a big celebrity. Did this happen accidentally or is this the concept you made, and how does your friendship help you with you work?

Damiano: We always tries to avoid the stereotypes of bands/groups, where only the vocalist is recognized/known. We always tried to push not only the group as whole, but also the 4 individuals of the group. And this is probably also happens because of our close friendship. Luckily, nobody feels like they are in the shadows pushed by others.

[7:38] Interviewer: It’s really cool that you change/ remove the stereotypes and create new trends.

Maneskin: We try, We try. We carry our little contribution.

Interviewer: Damiano, I would like to ask you personally a question - from what I am aware of, at the start, the band didn’t accept you into the band, something didn’t work out, could you please tell us in more detail?

*Maneskin laughing at Damiano*

Victoria: He became older, and his voice became magically/suddenly different!

Interviewer: what I understood was that it happened was because you originally sang more pop music, not rock with the band.

Damiano: In reality/to be honest, nothing changed, I stayed pop. Let’s say, I grew, and my voice changed, and I started to sound more earnest/persuasive.

[8:22] Interviewer: How did the band form? You first place of performance was at the street of Rome?

Maneskin: Yes, we started to play in school

Victoria: and since then everything went with the flow. We started to play on the streets, at small establishments, at school - anywhere where we could have an opportunity to perform

Interviewer: what was the hardest in those performances?

Thomas: To find a place where we can perform

Victoria: Yes, exactly, where to perform. And later, it was very small establishments and the audience at the start didn’t take us too seriously. But together as a band we supported each other - in the end, it was our dream, we even liked to perform in front of just a few people, which is why we continued.

Thomas: Exactly, yes. At the start we sometimes performed to an auditorium with a few people, but even then you had to stay convincing/conclusive. Over some period of time, in the crowd, people start to appear who valued our music, what we did. But for me, it was probably, the main challenge was to see, play, perform well and stay yourself in front of 2 or 3 people.

Ethan: Yes, there were times when we performed in front of an audience in which there were only parents. We gave out the same level and the same energy.

Interviewer: I think it is common thing to happen when a musician/ band performs at private party, where Russian musicians performed for one person in the hall.

Maneskin: oh this is something very very private

Interviewer: I think I’ll get in trouble for telling you this, but Little Big told me this story.

*Maneskin recognizing the bands name*

Maneskin: Aaa, Yes!

Interviewer: Ed Sheehan, in his time, took a challenge, he also started from street performing, to make 300 performance in a year. Are you ready to start your world tour and to perform nearly every day?

Thomas: Of course, definitely. The other way it won’t happen.

[10:25] Interviewer: I’d also like to know/ask, if you often spend your time together, as friends, if you have any common hobbies, and what do you do as a break/rest?

Victoria: We practically don’t have any life outside the frame of music, we spend all our time in work. But when we do find spare time, we just go somewhere to relax and have fun.

Interviewer: What simple tip/advise would you give to young musicians which at the moment are street performing but dream to perform in big stadiums?

Victoria: I think, you should continued with your journey and don’t change due to other people’s opinions.

Ethan: Yes, that right. Be always yourself.

Interviewer: your time of fame happened in Italy a few years ago from the show X Factor when you performed the cover from the band the Four seasons on their song “Beggin”. Did you expect that your cover would become a world hit in a few years? And a lot of people associate the song more with you (like more than the original band)

Ethan: Yeah. It’s.... weird!

[11:33] Interviewer: I’d like to show you an interesting photo. The photo illustrates when it was the last time Russia saw Italians. It’s a movie from the year 1974 which is called “the unbelievable journey of Italians in Russsia” do you see any similarity?

*at [11:48] you can see the image of four people: on the left two men happily hugging each other, in the centre a woman, and on the right a tired looking man*

Maneskin: Nooooo *laughing*

Ethan: Wow (the exact words that were written in subtitles were “Да ты что!” Which in Russian is used as an expression of surprise )

Ethan and Thomas point at which person they think they are in the left

Ethan: I am the one in the left

Interviewer: This is actually a very popular Soviet comedy and the movie is about Italians which travelled to Russia in search of treasure, which left was by one of the main character’s grandmother. I would like to know after which treasure did you go after in Russia?

Victoria: I think, our fans, possibly perform, and play in concerts. All the love and affection.

Interviewer: It would be nice if you could watch the movie, maybe during your flight, and share your opinion on social media.

Ethan: ok, will do.

Interviewer: I’d also like to show you a very popular video which was spreading in Russia. Where it was comparing your lyrics from “I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE” and lyrics from a Russian musician Alla Pugacheva. Both songs have same repeating words: “master” and “gangster”

Maneskin: (idk who said it) I saw it in Tiktok

Interviewer: just in case, I’ll show you the video

*[11:58] shows the video which interviewer talked about*

Thomas: You already saw it.

Interviewer: Your Russian fans, went further, started to look for famous Russian performers who wore similar outfits that you wear. But it turned out that all the similar outfits were worn by on person, his name is Valery Leontiev. I’d like to show you the pictures to show you just how similar his outfits are.

*[13:35] you can see the image comparisons, in the background you can hear Damiano laughing and say “no no”*

Thomas or Ethan: Unbelievable! This is crazy, this isn’t possible.

Interviewer: Yes the similarities are on point/ are exact.

Interviewer: I’d like to conclude the interviewer with genuine admiration because for the past 3 months you exploded the whole music industry, which didn’t happen for ages. And to be honest, it is true what you said about saving your authenticity and believe in yourself. We are very proud of you, Russians love Italians (ik that a lot of old Italian movies and songs are very popular in Russia). Please continue to grow and make wonderful music.

Maneskin: Thank, thank you very much.

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Hopefully you enjoyed the interview and the translations made sense

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Casting Thoughts

Yes, I did a long post when the rumours first dropped but hey now it’s confirmed plus we have characters descriptions, and I’m bored so let’s do this all over again people. Under the cut because it got long

Sisi Stringer as Rose Hathaway

I said this in my other post but I’m pretty happy with Sisi as Rose.

Visually I think she’s a great fit, I love that they casted a WoC in the main role, and I think if she can bring Rose’s humour and sarcasm to the role, she’s going to do great.

The character description mentions Rose being “fiery and outspoken”, happy to jump into the action, and the strongest fighter in her class but struggling to toe the line, which is all very Rose-esque, especially in the first book. It sounds to me like they have a good grasp on her character.

I’m a little disappointed we didn’t hear more about Rose as a character since she is the lead - it felt like the descriptions for Lissa and Dimitri both gave us a little more to go on - but it is only a very preliminary description so I’m happy to wait for more.

Daniela Nieves as Lissa Dragomir

Daniele is another one who I was happy with straight away.

She’s probably not what I imagined for Lissa visually but that’s not a bad thing either; I will be interested to see if they dye her hair a lighter colour (like a caramel-blonde) but personally that’s not something I need to see for her to be a great fit for Lissa.

I think she has a very sweet face which works well for a character like Lissa but I think she’s also going to be able to stand up in Lissa’s more fiercer moments which is nice to see as well.

The character descriptions mentions her as being “carefree and kind-hearted” who “coasts” through life until a death in the family thrusts her into a new role. That sounds a lot like pre-series Lissa so I wonder if we’re going to see a bit of that in the show before Andre (and her parents??) die and see that change.

It’s curious though that she’s described as the younger sister of the heir apparent - which would be Andre - so it sounds like they’ve changed it so Andre was supposed to be King. Obviously a deviation from the books but I don’t hate it? I don’t think it would change Lissa’s arc all that much because obviously she was always going to grow up to be an influential royal figure, this just slightly changes the dynamics of it.

The description also specifically mentions that she’s uninterested in “political machinations” and the “hypocrisy of the moroi royal society” which sounds very accurate to book!lissa as well.

All in all I’m very happy with what they’re doing with Lissa.

Keiron Moore as Dimitri Belikov

This is one who’s really grown on me since the rumoured cast list started circulating. At first I was kind of eh about him but I can really see him as Dimitri now.

I will be curious to see if he grows out his hair or not though.

As far as I know Keiron is not Russian, there’s not a lot about him online, but there’s some instagram activity on his account linking him to UK based companies so that would be my guess as to where he’s from. They’ve kept Dimitri’s incredibly Russian name so I guess we’re to assume Keiron might be doing an accent and they’re keeping Dimitri’s backstory relatively the same? I’m not gonna be super mad if they change it just because I think it’s doable for him not to be Russian (I know, I know a whole book is set in Russia but lbr here they could make him from anywhere and just send Rose there in that book).

The biggest thing for me will be his chemistry with Sisi, Danila and Zoey had great chemistry (imo anyway) which saved the move a little for me, so it’ll be important that Sisi and Keiron do as well. They’ve interacted a few times online which is cute so I’m hoping they were able to do some chemistry reads and that will translate on screen.

The character description mentions Dimitri as being “lethal, disciplined, discreet, and totally committed” as well as living by “a deep moral code” but with more going on “beneath his stoic, watchful surface” which sounds exactly like book!Dimitri to me.

They don’t really specify what his role at St Vlad’s is going to be but they do mention that he is a guardian so I’m assuming they’re keeping some sort of age gap between him and Rose. They also don’t mention anything about their relationship in the description, be it student/teacher, platonic, romantic, whatever, but they do say he has “an expansive spirit that could threaten to expose the underlying tension between his sense of what’s right and his formal duty to the Moroi.” which seems like a nod to their relationship.

Andre Dae-Kim as Christian Ozera

This was one of my favourite casting choices from the original rumoured cast list and I still love it.

The idea of a non-white Christian makes a lot of sense to me and I think Andre could do a great job of Christian’s aloofness (in the first book) as well as his sarcasm and growing confidence across the other books.

His character description confuses me a bit though: “Intelligent and thoughtful, Christian is the pariah of the school and royal court, due to his parents’ unforgivable societal sins.” sounds accurate enough to the book (although idk if thoughtful is quite the word I’d use for Christian - maybe they mean it in the sense that he’s quiet and keeps to himself?).

Even “Well-read and hungry for knowledge” doesn’t sound that far off, idk if he was *that* particularly studious in the books, but it doesn’t necessarily not make sense either you know?

But “he searches for faith-based answers and discovers a kindred spirit who is also looking for the truth” ??? My cynical, irreverent asshole Christian is now a man of faith? I’m assuming Lissa is the “kindred spirit” (again weird word choice but maybe they mean she’s feeling lost because of the death of her family?) but I just cannot see Christian as being particularly religious.

I’m trying to keep an open mind about these changes because you never know they might play out totally different on screen, but I really hope they didn’t make these changes, particularly that Christian is studious and religious, just because they cast an Asian actor as him (because they feel a little like Asian stereotypes).

J August Richards as Victor Dashkov

This is one that didn’t appear on the original rumoured cast list (as far as I saw) and it’s so different to his description in the books that I kind of don’t have an opinion about it as a casting choice.

I’ve never seen him in anything before so purely on a visual level I think he could be a great fit for Victor, I just think it’ll really come down to how he plays it.

As for this character description: “Victor is a Moroi noble vampire with a heart of gold who’s highly regarded for his role as advisor and political strategist to Moroi dignitaries.” as well as mentioning that he has intelligence and influence, sounds pretty accurate to the book. Obviously if Andre was the heir to the throne, Victor had to be shifted out of that role, but I think his book 1 arc could still work if they wanted it to.

The “heart of gold” bit obviously made me chuckle and I really hope they threw it in there as a kind of decoy to throw non-book-readers off the fact that he’s actually the villain in book 1/s1.

As for giving him a husband and two daughters, my thoughts are: why the fuck not? He didn’t have a love interest in the original books and I’m always down for more lgbtq+ rep. My only concern is it maybe playing into the trope of evil/villain characters being queer-coded. And as for having two daughters, well as long as one of them is Natalie I don’t mind.

Anita-Joy Uwajeh as Tatiana Vogel

Okay this is the most bizarre one imo, not because of the casting, but just the character description.

I mean “Tatiana is a Moroi vampire and political underdog who slowly takes the royal court by storm. Motivated by love and a sense of justice, Tatiana has a unique skill of making herself seem of no consequence until we realize much too late that she was always the one to watch.” sounds extremely Tasha Ozera to me, so like why not just make this character Tasha? Nothing about this sounds like Tatiana, and Tatiana wasn’t even a Vogel anyway (well Vogel wasn’t even one of the 12 royal families), she was an Ivashkov.

In terms of Anita-Joy herself, well I mean we don’t really have a character to compare her to, is she supposed to be more like Tasha or Tatiana? She looks fairly young, so my guess is actually on Tasha, but we’ll have to wait to see I guess.

Mia McKenna-Bruce as Mia Karp

This is another one that I was instantly a fan of.

I was so not a fan of Mia’s casting in the movie (I can’t even remember who played her tbh but I really didn’t like it) so this Mia is a lot closer to how I imagine her.

I think she’ll be able to carry Mia’s transformation from bratty social-climber to badass fighter really well.

The character description is interesting though. “Witty, cutting, and just the right kind of ruthless when necessary, non-Royal Mia has a long-term plan to social climb her way into the ranks of royalty, with all the privilege and freedom that entails.” sound pretty bang on to Mia in the first book.

“A plan complicated by her instant chemistry with Meredith, a Guardian-in-training, as Mia struggles to reconcile her attraction to Meredith with her lowly status.” is an obvious deviation though, and one I kind of love??? Give me all the queer rep, and if we get to see Mia confront the issue of comp-het I’m so here for it.

It’s kind of funny though because I’ve seen theories that Meredith is a replacement for Eddie and Mia/Eddie has always been my sort of rarepair ship.

The last name Karp is weird af though. Is she supposed to be Sonya’s daughter? And if that’s the case I wonder if we’re going to actually see Sonya turn Strigoi in the show’s first season or something and that triggers the change in Mia? Interesting concept but I’m not sure how the timeline will work.

Rhian Blundell as Meredith

So this is another new one, and tbh I hadn’t given Meredith *that* much though in the past but she’s probably close to how I would have pictured her which is cool.

The elephant in the room with this casting is that Meredith’s role in the books was relatively minor - she was just kind of that character that got brought up whenever R.M needed a dhampir who wasn’t Rose/Dimitri/Mason/Eddie. So clearly she’s going to have a bigger role in the tv show which I don’t mind but I do wonder if we’re going to lose a character - probably Eddie lbr - in order to have her. They haven’t casted an Eddie yet as far as we know, but I have seen it pointed out that Eddie’s role in book 1 was pretty small so maybe they just aren’t announcing it. But there’s also the possibility that maybe Meredith will sort of replace Eddie and be the third part of Rose and Mason’s friendship.

I’m very interested by this part of her character description though, “She has little patience for Rose’s volatility or Mia’s elitism, and regularly calls both of them out.”

Jonetta Kaiser as Sonya Karp

I don’t necessarily dislike Jonetta as Sonya but I am confused by this choice. She looks fairly young, which tbf Sonya was young-ish I guess, but if Mia is supposed to be her daughter she doesn’t look old enough to have a teenaged daughter. So maybe Sonya and Mia are sisters? Cousins? Just have each other’s last names for no reason? I really don’t know. They also look nothing alike.

Other than that, I don’t really have an opinion about Jonetta as Sonya. Obviously looks nothing like how Sonya was described but that’s not new nor a massive concern for me.

I can’t really tell just from looking at her, and I haven’t seen her in anything, if she would play a good Sonya. I think with a lot of the characters it’s going to come down to the personality they bring to the part and the writing.

I looooooove her character description though: “Quiet, careful and decidedly odd, Sonya is not of royal bloodline and sits out on the fringe of Moroi society, preferring to spend her time in the library or her gardens. Not a person who likes a scene, nonetheless she has a quiet but profound power of her own. She is taken by surprise when a Dhampir Guardian named Mikhail shows interest in her, a relationship that will expose both the brightest and darkest parts of her heart.” It’s everything I would probably want from a description of Sonya and I’m more and more convinced that we’re going to see Sonya’s descent into madness and transformation into a Strigoi play out in maybe the first season which I am so curious how they’re going to work into the timeline.

Andrew Liner as Mason Ashford

Our last one and another one who doesn’t look remotely like his description but again? Not a surprise and not a problem for me. He looks like he could play Mason’s goofiness really well as well as be a solid contender for a love interest for Rose.

“Charming, loyal and popular, Mason is Rose’s main competition in the quest to become the No. 1 Guardian-in-training. Though their relationship is casual on her side, he is hopeful she will finally look at him and see him as something more.” His character description makes a lot of sense, maybe him being Rose’s main competition is a bit of a deviation? But I think that’s more an indication that he’s supposed to be a strong fighter which isn’t inaccurate to the books. The rest sounds great.

Other Thoughts

Descriptions of the show specifically mention friendship and classism as major themes which I am very happy to hear about because those are the two parts of VA that I love the most.

Am a little more worried about it being described as “sexy” though, if they shove a whole bunch of meaningless sex scenes in it just because it’s a YA show I’m not gonna be happy.

Seen the show compared to “Game of Thrones” and “Bridgerton” which at first had me like oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck not good not good not good. But thinking about it more and trying to understand where Plec’s coming from with that description I wonder if means similar to GoT as in the cut-throat nature of the Moroi/Dhampir society cause I can kind of see that. And as for Bridgerton I wonder if she’s referring to the kind of social-climbing aspects of it, because again that makes sense and it seems like a theme she really wants to concentrate on. I hope that’s what she means by those comparisons, or that she just wants to compare it to popular shows to get people to watch it. The worst would be if she tries to throw in a lot of unnecessary sex scenes to make it like those shows, because I hate when they do that, especially when the characters are teenagers.

Interesting to hear that Plec has known about the series since before Twilight or TVD - not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Seems like it’s actually mostly (or all??) written by Marguerite MacIntyre which is interesting because I know people were worried about Julie Plec - I’ve never watched anything by either of them so I’m neutral at this point.

#wow this took me most of the day to write so i got absolutely no uni work done #oh well #worth it #vampire academy #va #va tv show #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #lissa dragomir #mason ashford #meredith (va)#mia rinaldi #sonya karp #christian ozera #respond to this and tell me your thoughts cause i want to hear what everyone things #*thinks #keep things respectful tho guys

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mfpeace · 3 years

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@justbeingedgy @weird-colombian-gurl You asked me to elaborate on the "Ches already has a kid" theory in the notes of that one mf analysis post (which I really liked, go check it out!!), so that's why I'm making this one, cuz notes are a bit too restricting for what I want to talk about!

Though next time think twice before asking me to talk about something I'm interested in, because you never know when you're gonna wake up lovecraftian horrors!! :DDD you'll see what i mean when you press read more :))

So, I'll say it right now - this post is largely inspired by the second story highlight of this Instagram user (sorry, I don't know their name, only that their Instagram handle is dee_girl_metalfamilyfan), it's in Russian though, so keep that in mind

Alright, so I'll break this theory into two parts: the first one will be all about Ches, and the second will be about his potential child (spoiler: you might've seen her!)

Without any further ado, let's get to the Ches part:

1. The creators said that they're gonna explore Ches' character in the second season. Obviously, it doesn't mean anything on it's own, but just wait.

Dima: Let's talk about the second season a little. Of course, the seconds season will show development of the old characters, as well as new ones. That's in short. As you see, Ches looks a bit different here.

Alina: Yeah, we'll show a bit more about Ches at the ages of 18 to 20. His past. We'll reveal a bit more about his complex character, as much as it's possible.

(The source of the translation) Also I think they also said at one point that adult Ches will get some character development too? But that's probably a given, considering that we wouldn't see his youth if it wouldn't have affected him in the present, flashbacks without any relevance to the overall story don't sound so good

2. Not sure about this one (we don't know how much in character it was) but I can't not mention it.

Alina: Actually there was this one fanfic that I really liked. I don’t remember what it was called, but it was about Ches having a daughter, which is a cool topic. It was relatively in character and truly interesting. It’s great when people focus not just on sexual relationships of the characters, but also try to look at their development. That was a really interesting one. That’s it.

(UnityCon '19)

3. This one's a pretty big one, in my opinion. So, this is what they said on ArtWave '19:

Dima: Ches also has flaws.

Alina: [to Dima] Don’t spoil stuff.

Dima: His flaw is that he's very... irresponsible, let’s say.

So, maybe, just maybe, Ches does have a child but he, you know... left them? As the Instagram highlight from the beginning say: "he might be irresponsible enough to leave his child, and he's probably irresponsible enough not to use any contraception" (rephrased, not the exact quote)

4. Alright, so, the only mention of this one I can think of right now is the aforementioned Instagram highlight. The Metalfamilyfan says:

I contacted Korg/Корж, (admin of @ metal_yama [and I believe one of the organizers of the Metal Family Meetup in Moscow]) and she asked Alina on one of the meetups: "if Ches were to be a father, what kind of father would he be?"

And she said: "The kind of that would say "kid, look at that birdie over there!" an then he would run away"

Someone's words are not the perfect source, but they did tag Metal Yama and from what I know they didn't disagree with what the author of the page said. if anyone has anything to say about this (disprove or definitely prove what I said) feel free to do so in a reblog, notes, DMs, send me an anonymous ask, or in any other way you feel comfortable with

5. Ches has literally been through the same thing, and we know how important the theme of the cycle of abuse is in Metal Family (or, in this case, the cycle of neglect? Abandonment? Idk)

You managed to hide your PREGNANCY from me! AND you've been hiding the child from me for a whole year!

YES, because you would've insisted on aborting him!

AND NOW I'M INSISTING ON PUTTING HIM UP FOR ADOPTION! OR I'LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW!

6. Here we can see Ches with a blonde girl. Nothing too special, probably just a one time hook up. He doesn't seem to be interested in her, and she seems to be annoyed with him.

But wait...

What is this?

Like, it doesn't even matter if there's actually a punk/rock/whatever band named MOM or not, I just think it's pretty weird to put it in this particular drawing of Ches and this random woman who is implied to have slept with him. It's not integral to Ches' character as, for example, Korol i Shut is. It's just... there. For some reason.

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Alright, now, finally let's get to the second part of the theory: who is, exactly, his child?

The short answer is, according to this theory, her:

First, let me list every single instance of her appearing in canon (and by canon I mean everything made by the creators. Even with this definition of canon it's not much, I promise): The screenshot you can see above on the left (it's a screenshot from the second season and it appeared here), an instagram story posted by Alina (above, right), and two drawing with a lot of characters where you can spot the girl which I'm gonna call her PinkHair or PH for short, I'll mention them later I feel like I should mention this, comparing the sources of the images and the dates when they were posted, it's safe to assume that the screenshot in the classroom has the latest and final version of her design. The red hair most likely doesn't mean anything

1. Alright. So. we've seen Dee and PinkHair in a classroom together, so they're most likely related in some way, or at least they know each other. Their exact relationship doesn't matter here, because all that matters here is that they're related story-wise

Let's look at the first image. This is the banner of the main Metal Family channel. Ches is near Heavy (they get along quite well and I'm sure Heavy aspires to be like Ches in many ways), Dee (we can see his classmates/friends near him, they're all about his age), and we can see people related to Glam on the left side of the image (including Ches!), and Vicky's - on the right side (notice how the hell sign is also there)

Now, I'm not absolutely sure about this one, but it's still kind of weird - look at the image on the right (it's from ArtWave 2021 btw) - wouldn't it make more sense to put PinkHair near Dee? Also, Curiously enough, not only is she not close to Dee on this image, but she's also standing next to Ches.

Though this whole thing could be explained by art theory (too many small things in one corner of your drawing isn't great composition wise lol sorry PH) but I still can't quite skip this point

2. Remember the "MOM" lady? Fun fact, she has the exact same pearl earring that PinkHair has on the screenshot.

3. I'll put all similarities with her supposed parents in this point: Mother: * She's also pretty uh.. glam? for the lack of a better word? Or feminine in a traditional sense, yeah I think that's a better way to put it. Like colors they prefer to wear for example, and jewelry. Characters like that aren't common in Metal Family * She's gotta be a blonde. I can't imagine her being anything but blonde. If she manages to maintain that hair color as a brunette I'm just straight up assuming her character arc is gonna be killing God because these kind of people are capable of anything. I fear them with every fiber of my being. * I can't say for sure because of the shading, but it seems like they both have gray eyes, and she also has darker skin compared to most MF characters. Though, it's likely that Mom just applied a lot of fake tan Ches: * We know that Ches for sure has darker skin * AND grey eyes * There's also some possible personality similarities but I'm not sure if you can compare a child to a parent they've never really known in this way

That's about it, I suppose, I hope there isn't that many grammar mistakes and logically unfinished parts and whatnot in this post I forgot to edit lol x) I'm not sure how to end this post other than to remind you guys that almost all the points in this posts are inspired by the "тупая теория" highlight on the dee_girl_metalfamilyfan's Instagram page, so go check them out and subscribe, they post Dee x The Quest Girl fanart and and always credit the artists. Without them this post would be much, much shorter.

Thanks for reading this post, please feel free to let me know your thoughts on this post <3

#i tried to organize this but #yeah #also damn i hope PH's mother isn't in the same situation as Ches' :'(#at one point i misspelled parent in the context of ches as paren't and now i can't stop giggling like an idiot #these tags have completely different moods to them because I wrote them at different points in time btw #paren't #heh heh #metal family #metal family ches #metal family pinkhair #this seems like it's made up but if words end in ent or ant or something like that sometimes i automatically put an ' in without thinking

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holycow99 · 3 years

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石田お寿司 19/7/21 stream translation Part 1

This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.

(t/n: Sorry for the late update. I had so many distractions these past 2 weeks. This translation may have a lot of mistranslations as I couldn’t really catch what he said since the bgm was super loud. I tried my best to separate the voice and the bgm so that the voice would be clearer, but I didn’t manage to do that.)

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I: Hello. You guys, are you ready for Ghosts n Goblins? I am.

C: You’re in high spirits tonight.

I: Of course. I’ve been busy with the rough sketches. I’ve spend the entire day fixing the sketches for chp 5.

*Fixing the sound

C: Contrarily, won’t you feel stressed playing this game for a change of pace?

I: I’m already used to this game.

I: I’m stuck in the same place so I’m gonna play this game from the start.

*Choosing mode.

I: I’ve played this game before (referring to the old ver.), so I’ll choose the harder mode.

*Choosing stage.

I: I haven’t progressed at all. I haven’t seen the other stages yet. Graveyard, execution chamber. I played the execution chamber stage for a bit during the stream with Ms. Towada. I progressed a little only. Should I play the graveyard stage?

*Playing the stage.

I: The armour used to get destroyed with just one hit. The armour has a ranking. If you collect a lot of armours, it’ll become a bronze armour. This one is probably a metal armour.

C: Fighting!

I: Kamsahamnida. Is it Kamsahamnida? Thank you.

(t/n: Kamsahamnida means thank you in Korean. He’s talking in Korean.)

C: Have you decided on the date for Kagoshima trip?

I: That’s right. What should I do with the trip? Looks like I can secure 20 buses.

(t/n: Ishida had been jokingly planned on a trip with Japanese fans.)

C: Is the stage different from the old one?

I: It looks similar, but I think it’s a completely different stage. Yeah, it’s completely different. What’s this creature? What’s his name again? Everyone said they didn’t like this boss. I like it. He’s like a friend to me.

C: Russia loves you, sensei.

I: Really? I heard that illegal uploading of manga is widespread in Russia. Haha. I have a grudge against Russia. Haha. Spasiba (thank you in Russian).

C: I like Russian girls. They’re cute.

I: I don’t think it’s because they’re Russians. I heard that their nose tends to be taller due to the climate effects. This isn’t considered as discrimination, right? That’s why they’re good-looking. The same with their white complexion. People adore those with tall nose because their noses are small and cute.

(t/n: I’m not sure about the translation of this part since I couldn’t hear him clearly. He said something more but I couldn’t catch it. Sorry.)

Y****: Are you about to snap?

I: Ah, Y****?! You’re here. You weren’t in the prev. stream, right? I’m not angry.

Y****: I was busy with club.

I: What club are you in? You must be busy. What club are you in as a middle schooler?

Y****: Theatre club.

I: Theatre club?! You’re kidding, right?! Really?! It’s so unexpected, hahaha. Theatre club? I thought you’re in a sports club, like soccer or something. So cool. That’s nice. Seriously? Do they have theatre club in middle school? Amazing.

*Ishida struggling to kill the monsters and then died.

I: I was looking at the comments, waiting for Y****’s to show up, then I became like this.

*Someone commented that they did vocalisation training in theatre club.

I: Vocalisation training? So they do have that. Wait a min, did Y**** say something? Wait, tell me when I die again.

Y****: I’m a high-school student.

I: Eh, Y****, you’re a high-school student?! Didn’t you say you’re 13?! Were you a high school student all this time?! Wait, can I talk to Y**** for a bit? Hahaha. Eh?! Have you been a high-schooler all this while?!

*Continue playing.

I: Hurry up and tell me. I suddenly become interested in human world. Y****, hurry. Did he say something?

Y****: I’m in my first year.

I: I see. A first year student. So, last year you’re 13? I remember you said you’re 13. You’ve enrolled to high school. Congrats for your admission! It must be hard with the COVID-19 situation. Y**** has further modified. His DPS (Damage Per Second) has increased to 1980.

C: I envy the youth.

I: Well, you can become anything as a high-schooler. If you work hard, you can become an actor or a playwright, though I’m not really sure. (inaudible). I think it’s a very good career.

C: What club were you in?

I: I was in volleyball club. I was in the badminton club for 3 months. I joined because of similar reason I joined volleyball club. I joined because I wanted to be good at smashing. Then, I quit the club after I’ve mastered it. Same with volleyball. I wanted to master spike. I had other stuffs I wanted to do. I wanted to play games all day long. I didn’t wanna go for club activities. I skipped club activities and played Smash Bros. I was a boarding student, after all.

C: Have you read Look Back? (t/n: Look Back is a one shot manga by Fujimoto Tatsuki, author of Chainsaw Man.)

I: Yes, I have.

C: Which console is this?

I: This is switch. I play this because I was tired from fixing the rough sketches for chp 5.

C: Did you go and watch Yamakasa? (t/n: Yamakasa refers to the float carried by men during Hakata Gion Yamakasa festival. You can google it up for more info.)

I: I watch when there’s one. Ms. Towada went and see it. Where did she recently visit?

*Ishida having a hard time defeating the monsters & passing the stage.

I: This is harder than RE. RE is way easier compared to this.

C: Sensei is getting tired!

I: Actually, I should be resting at times like this. It’d be better for me to rest after I did the rough sketches.

*Someone commented they had to work that night.

I: It must be hard to work at this time. Night shift? Nurses and… is it correct? I’m not so sure though, but caregivers also have night shifts. Well, good luck on your job. Take care of your health, eat a lot of delicious foods, and don’t forget to wear an armour. You don’t know when you’ll be absorbed into this game.

C: I need to do excel as my assignment.

I: Must be difficult. I copy pasted the stuffs I found on the internet for my assignments. I wasn’t the only one who did that. Everyone else did the same too.

I: I like summer. If I were to pick a season…but I prefer autumn. Still, summer is great.

C: I have test tomorrow.

I: Then, you should study.

C: I hate summer since there’ll be a lot of Terra Formars.

(t/n: terra formars is a manga about humanoid cockroaches. So, OP referred cockroaches as terra formars.)

I: Yup. They’re in the drawers the other day. They’re always there mostly.

C: What are you drinking today?

I: Barley tea. I want to drink juice. Ginger ale as well, but I’ll gain weight drinking that. I drink it occasionally. Do you guys know root beer?

*Ishida constantly failed and died.

Comments: Are you getting angry?

I: This is pissing you off, right? I’m pissed off. Of course I’d be pissed off with something like this. The ones who made this game, show yourselves. I’m gonna bring this to court and claim for compensation.

Comments: Please calm down.

I: I’m calming down. Okay, I’ve calmed down.

*Finally progressing a little.

I: Yes, finally! I’m gonna do this calmly.

*Fighting a bunch of monsters.

I: (whispering) Calmly! Calmly!

*Dead again.

I: (whispering) Shit! Just now…It might be impossible without the armour. Let’s do this calmly.

I: This game is more of a psycho break than Psychobreak.

Part 2

#ishida sui #tokyo ghoul #jack jeanne #choujin x #chojin x #ishida sushi channel

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hayleygray08 · 3 years

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You are my home.

Introduction: this is my first writing on here. Bare with me.

Summary: you are a new member of the team after tony finds you in a hydra raid. You are shy, reserved, and not very talkative at first until you realize the team is not going to hurt you. Once comfortable you show them your powers and fall for a certain super soldier, again.

I used google translate for words in Russian, so if the words are wrong. I apologize.

In my writing, no one is dead.

Pairing: bucky x reader, everyone else is platonic.

Genre: fluff, anguish, mentions of torture, blood.

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I am crouched in the conner,on the floor of my cell waiting for the guards to come get me. My daily training. More like torture.

They make me train as hard as I can and if they think I am slaking, I get a few thousand jolts of electricity shot through my body. Or even a few punches.

Yesterday was one of the worst days so far, that I can remember. I was getting random images flash inside my head, almost from a past life from what I saw, which made me loose focus quite a bit. In return the men who watch me train were heavy with the electricity jolts and even harder punches, anywhere they could land on my body. So, I was not looking forward to today's training.

I don't have a clock or windows in my cell but I knew every time they would come to get me. Like my body knew the exact moment every day. So when that time came and I was still in my cell I was growing a little worry. They are never late, sometimes early, but never late. Just then a siren rang out and the lights dimmed then went red. Was that the alarm for an intruder? How is that possible?

As a million thoughts ran through my head at what could possibly cause the alarm to go off. A very vivid picture or memory came to me and played on repeat. It looked to be the 40's, on a dock or a pier, I was laughing and looking out at the water. There were two guys with me. One was small, blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a small smile on his face. The second was bigger then the first, had brown hair, bright blue eyes, and laughing with me. Why do they look familiar? Why do I have two names on the tip of my tongue? Who are they? Just as I was about to say those names my cell door was blown off and there was a cloud of dust.

As the dust settles and I can properly see, there is a man in a red and gold suit of metal. He walks towards me as he says "Cap we got someone here. She looks no older then 24, covered in bruises, and looks terrified.""Yes, I'll make sure to get her out.""No, I can't tell if she is dangerous." He sighs and crouches down so he can look me in the eyes.

"Hi, I am Tony Stark, and I am going to take you away from here." Tony says and offers me a hand. I take it cautiously and follow him out the door and eventually outside.

Once we made it outside I take a deep breath. It felt so good to get clean air. I don't even remember the last time I was outside. Must have been years. I had to shield my eyes, it was so bright out. I didnt notice more people joining us. I was to busy looking at my hands and arms. Was I always this pale? I look up at the guy who took me away, Tony, and then darkness.

Tony catches me before I could hit the floor and runs into the jet. He lays be on a table and Bruce starts an examination. Nobody dared bother him. Nat hands Tony a flash drive and sits back down with the others.

While I was unconscious and now in the medbay at the compound, I was getting more images. Some are to fast to register what it was and some stayed a good while showing me a life I do not remember, but wish I did. Also things I did, hurting people, a chair, and training. It was all to much. To much pain, suffering, lose. I could feel myself have a panic attack. Which alerted everyone.

I jolted up into a sitting position clenching my chest and taking big gasps of air. My heart monitor going off like crazy. I looked around frantically, not recognizing where I was. I tried to rip out the Iv's but a pinching sensation in my shoulder makes me stop. I look up and see a women, before I am unconscious again.

Meanwhile in the common area Tony, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Sam, Clint, Vision, Bucky, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Scott, and Peter all sat around looking at my file.

"Her name is y/n, y/ln. She was born in 1918, lived in Brooklyn, New York. Was taken by Hydra in 1946 while she was working on a S.H.I.E.L.D mission. Hasn't been seen since. Until about 2001 when she was spotted riding a motorcycle from a crime scene. Looked to be an assassination. Then again in 2003, 2005, 2007, 2012 and the last time in 2014. So the last time was 7 years ago. It shows she was trained like the winter soldier, but never met one another. But her powers got out of control and they have been training her to keep them in control since 2014. She has assassinated 6 men, 4 women, 2 children, and 1 hydra agent in a training gone wrong on that one." Tony reads outloud to everyone.

Steve and Bucky look at each other with a look in their eyes, as if they can't believe it. Then Tony brings up a picture of me for the group to see. Everyone gasps as a few photos show up. One is me, Steve, and Bucky at Coney Island. Then one of me and Bucky smiling at each other. Then there is one of me and Peggy Carter. Once all pictures are shown, all eyes are on Steve and Bucky.

"You know her?" Asked Natasha. Everyone silently asking the same thing.

"Yes, we know her. She was our friend. She grew up with us. She was our best friend. And a little more to Bucky." Steve answers quietly, looking at Bucky. It has been 78 years since he has seen her.

As they tell the others about me and what they remember, I am waking up again at the medbay. This time more calm. The nurses and doctors where asking me questions but I wouldn't answer them. They could tell they were not going to get anywhere with me, they called Tony and Bruce. I still would not talk to them.

How could I trust them? I don't even know them. For all I know they could be Hydra as well. With all these images popping up I don't even know what to believe anymore. Both men were throwing question after question at me. I didnt know how to answer. Or if I even should. Once they realized they were not going to get anywhere they left.

By the time I got the okay from the doctors, I was put inside a cell. Something I am all to familiar with. But this one was clean, had a comfortable bed, running water, and was warm. All the walls were glass and I could see people standing around watching me. Two I kinda recognized due to the images that I get. Each one would ask a question, each time I just stared ahead.

"We want to help you." A women with red and blonde hair spoke up after a few minutes of silence. I laughed.

"You want to help me? You don't even know me. How can you help me?" I responded quietly.

"Wanda has some powers and is able to look inside your head. Put the pieces together for you. Help you remember." The same women responded looking at another women with red hhai. I am guessing is Wanda.

"We read your file, y/n, let us help you remember the things they have taken from you." Tony says as he walks around. I don't respond, just look at everyone.

They gave up after 3 hours of silence from me and them asking questions. They leave me alone until a few days later. For those days they would bring me food, check to see if I am okay, then leave. It was Wanda, Tony, Bruce, and Steve that came a few days later. I watch them as they open the door to my cell and take a seat on a bench.

"If you are okay with this, we would like to try something. It does involve bringing back everything Hydra took from you. It might be painfull. But we think you should have the choice in remembering your life."Tony speaks up after a few minutes of silence.

Do I trust these people to try and help me? Do I even want the help? To remember all the pain I have caused and I life I will never get back.

I look at the four people in front of me and when I looked at the blonde man named Steve a memory came to me. It was just us two in a tent that looked to be on a base of some sort. He was the way he is now bigger then the other one I have seen. As if he grew or got on steroids. He was telling me about someone but it was fuzzy but I had this feeling of sadness.

I take a big breath in and look at them. "What do I have to lose? Not like I am going anywhere anytime soon." I tell them as I look at my hands.

I didnt see Tony nod at the door but did hear it open. I look up to see a young girl, with a different wardrobe then the others. She smiles kindly at me as she sits next to Wanda.

"Hi, my name is Shuri. I am from Wakanda and I can help you remember." I just stare at her.

"How long will this take?" I ask quietly.

"Depends on the damage they have caused for you to forget everything. Could be a few days, weeks, months. If you have trigger words. We will make.."

"Trigger words? What does that mean?" I interrupt her.

"Words that change you into a different person. Like they did witht he winter soldier. When we got the files from the base you were held in, shows you do have some." Tony says to me.

"Oh, so then I guess we should start this thing." I tell them. They did not expect me to say that.

They step out of my cell and start to say 6 words in Russian.

"девять- nine"

"машина-car"

"цветок-flower"

At this word I started to feel a crawling sensation run across my skin. I started to blink rapidly, my vision was getting foggy.

"слива-plum"

"банан-banana"

Now I'm rolling my shoulders, flexing my hands, shaking my head. That crawling sensation is getting thicker, heavier.

"рок-rock"

Once that last word was said I stand up, look at them with a blank expression, and cock my head to the side a little. "готов подчиниться- ready to comply."

They ready the words and I am me again. Well the shell of me that I know. I sit on the bed and take deep breaths. I did not like the feeling of having no control.

They watch me before they leave me alone for a little bit. I don't remember those words but it felt like my body did and it hurt badly.

As i sit and then pace and sit again for I don't know how long, everyone else is in the common area trying to figure out what to do next.

"Her words are different from Bucky's, why?" Same asks as they watch me in my cell.

"They made the words unique for that person. Hers are more girly because she is a girl and what she likes. They make it so only one person gets triggered and not all at once." Bucky says with a frown.

As they continue to talk and see the next step. I am going a little crazy in my cell. I started to throw everything that I could, I tried breaking the walls, the floor. I was screaming, crying, and bleeding. No one knew of my powers because it was not put in any files. So when I fall to my knees and scream everything shuts down and I pass out.

Once the lights were out, they were up and running to my cell. As people in the building were trying to get the power back on.

When they get to me I was laying on the floor and covered in some weird goo. That started right as I hit the floor. Bruce went to check if I was okay and when he tried to check my pulse he got shocked. He steps away and goes to the others.

"This is not in her file, didnt show if she had powers or not. Why would they do that?" Natasha says as the nurses come in hazmat suits.

"Because she is more dangerous then we thought." Steve says sadly.

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That is part 1. Possibly a part two.

#bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #the avengers #bucky barnes imagine #marvel

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hopesbarnes · 4 years

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Summary: It’s been a long day, and all you really want is get a little stress relief. Preferably the type with no clothes and a man between your thighs.

Pairing: Post CA:TWS Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Curse Words, SMUT 18+ (oral sex {f & m recieving}, face fucking, derogatory words, light bondage, use of underwear as a gag, fingering, metal arm kink, let me know if i left a warning out please) - if underage do not read or engage!!

A/N: Major thank you to @starbxcks for beta reading this and helping edit it, and to @ballyhoobarnes for helping with my awful russian translations. Love you both💓 (ps guys this is so different from my usual writings, let me know if i should keep it up👀)

You had one thought on your mind when you entered the lounge. And it was not an innocent one. Today had been awful, and you just wanted to deal with it with orgasms. So you made sure to look the part, short dress that dipped a little too low in the cleavage and heels high enough you could reach the sky. The looks you got walking down the sidewalk and snickers from men catcalling you didn’t even matter.

You were desperate enough to break out the expensive perfume. It was that type of bad day. You even got a hotel room, knowing you didn’t want this night to bleed into your night in any way. Just a simple hookup.

When you get into the building it’s packed. The lights are low and neon lights illuminate from above. You walk straight to the bar and ask the bartender for a vodka shot and down it before scoping out the room.

To the end of the bar sits a man that immediately holds your attention. His dark hair is tied back in a bun, and he has a leather jacket on. You silently hope he’s a biker because you’re in the mood for something dangerous. You take a seat a few chairs down from his and look over at him again. This time he meets your gaze and you’re awestruck by his eyes. You can’t make out the exact color, but they’re piercing. His face is covered in scruff and he is the most gorgeous man you’ve seen in a long time.

He sticks his hand up, covered in a leather glove, to signal for the bartender and after a few moments, you’re given a colorful cocktail that looks more sugar than alcohol. You walk over to him and take the seat next to him.

“Thank you for the drink. Although it’s not really my kind of drink,” you say with a devious smirk.

“What’s a pretty girl like you drink then?” he asks turning his body towards you.

“Scotch and soda,” you say and he orders the drink giving the other one back. He looks like he’s nursing a bourbon.

“You meeting up with someone?” he asks looking at your silky blue dress.

“Just you,” you say boldly sipping on your drink. He nods and a small smile sits on his face.

“Just me huh?” he says with a light chuckle.

“You wanna stay and chit chat, or do you want to see what’s beneath this?” you ask grabbing your purse from the counter.

He chokes a bit on his drink but reaches into his wallet and places a couple of bills down and follows you out of the dimly lit lounge.

You guide the man towards your hotel, but realize you should probably know his name before you screw this man six ways to Sunday.

“What’s your name?” you ask in the hotel lobby.

“James,” he says quickly.

“Call me Y/N when I’m beneath you,” you say winking and tug him into the elevator. He follows along but the moment the doors shut he is anything but submissive.

James’ lips are searing against yours. His mouth molds against yours as he pushes your back against the wall of the small chute. One hand cups your face gently while the other is pushed against the wall keeping the pair of you steady. His tongue licks the seam of your mouth begging for an entrance. A sinful moan leaves your throat and he groans at the noise.

With a ding, you pull apart and drag him out of the lift and towards your hotel room. You can barely focus enough to get the key in the door before he opens the door and slams it shut throwing the key into the room without caution. He immediately meets you again and the gasp that leaves your lips is enough for him to tangle his tongue with yours once again. He lifts you up and walks you into the room, and you’re tugging his hair the entire time.

You trail your lips to his neck as he sets you down and he takes the moment to rid himself of the jacket. After leaving your mark on his body (for the first of many times tonight) you go to take off the gloves but he flinches.

“I’ve got-” he says showing you a metal appendage. Your eyes go wide and he goes to recover it but you grab the glove.

“If that isn’t in me at least once tonight, then this has been a waste of my time,” you say and he blinks at you twice before smirking and reaching behind you to undo the tie holding your flimsy dress together.

You loosen the dress and let it pool at your feet, and kick your heels off as well. It wasn’t the kind of dress to be held down by a bra, and you toss your thong to the side. It leaves you in front of him bare. But that doesn’t seem to bother him at all, in fact, it has the exact effect you hope for when you notice his jeans tighten around his bulge. He rips his t-shirt off his body and you can tell that his entire shoulder is scarred. But you pay it no mind and rake your long nails up his abdomen.

“You gonna put those pouty lips to use for me, сахар?” he asks and you nod. Something about hearing him speak a foreign language just made this man hotter.

You kneel down in front of him and undo his belt and pull it off. You go to put it on the ground when he grabs it from you instead. He bends it around your arms creating two loops for your hands. He slides it tighter and drops your arms behind your body.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Okay.” You answer, already feeling your excitement coat your thighs. This would be a night you wouldn’t forget for sure.

James pulls off his jeans and boxers and you can’t help but stare at how big he is. You’re not going to be able to walk straight tomorrow, that’s for sure.

“You gonna suck me filthy girl?” he asks stepping closer to you. You nod your head in obedience, licking your lips at the thought of him deep down your throat. “Treat me right and I’ll fuck that poor neglected pussy with my hand, tongue, and cock. Не могу Дождаться когда я увижу тебя разрушил.”

You can’t believe he actually said that and a moan slips from your lips in response. James slips his thumb between your glossy lips and you suck on it. He grabs his hard cock and brings it to your lips. You lick a long stripe up the vein beneath him and kiss down the sides teasing him. But you can tell he doesn’t like this when he pulls your head to look him in the eyes. You bat your eyelashes and keep eye contact as you pull just the tip of him into your mouth.

He loops his hand in your hair creating a ponytail to tug on. You pull back and repeat the entire motion, licking him up, kissing him, and sucking just the smallest amount of him. You know you’re teasing the man but you can’t help it. After giving considerable attention to the pre-cum covered tip you bob your head and take half of him into your mouth. He lets out a deep groan and it goes straight to your core.

“Fuck me,” he groans and you set a slow pace of taking just half of him into your mouth. You make sure to breathe through your nose steadily and calm yourself as you take more of him in. You make sure to look back up at him and pull your head back leaving your mouth open in a perfect O.

James takes the hint and smirks and starts thrusting his hips into your mouth. You wish more than anything to be able to trail a hand down to where you need it most, but his belt constricts this. So you let yourself be his personal toy for a few minutes. He uses a combination of thrusting his hips and pulling your hair to create a perfect face fucking speed.

The whole time he’s muttering words you don’t understand, “такие красивые сиськи” and “не могу дождаться, чтобы увидеть вас на моем петух ребенка”

You can feel tears running down your face and you know you must look like a wreck but to be honest, you do not care at all.

You can see his breathing get rougher, and his stomach muscles contract. “Гавно,” he says darkly and you know he’s close. There’s spit drooling down your mouth, and it mixes with the tears he caused.

“You’re gonna swallow it all, hear me Котик?” he says tugging harshly on your hair. All you can do is blink in response, your hands and head are not your own at this moment.

James speeds up his thrusts and with a deep grunt, he shoots his seed down your throat. The salty smell coats your senses and you swallow it all down. You make sure to lightly suck him clean and he pulls out and makes sure to trail the last little bit from your lips into your mouth.

“Such a good little cock sucker, huh? Bet you want your reward now,” he notes eyeing you up and down. You nod in agreement. He walks away from you and your eyes furrow in confusion. But he comes back with a glass of water and tells you to drink it. You can’t exactly move your arms, so he helps you drink it.

It’s a sweet moment in contrast to what’s to come. He sets the glass down on the nightstand and grabs your waist bringing you to your feet, before hauling you onto the bed. He reaches to undo the belt letting your wrists free.

“These,” he says grabbing your hands and putting them on the headboard, “Stay here.”

“Yes sir,” you say licking your lips excited. If his actions were anything to go by, he’d be one hell of a god at getting you off.

You’re practically panting when his rough hand tweaks your nipple. The cold metal one slides down your skin, tracing your breasts and stomach.

“Please,” you whine and he gives you a look.

“I liked it better when you were gagging on my cock. Quieter that way Котик,” he says as he palms one breast and slaps the other. You didn’t even know that him playing with your breasts would turn you on as much as it did but god you felt good as he palmed them.

He trains his fingers back up and places the metal ones at the seam of your mouth. You open submissively as he says “Соси”. You assume this means something along the lines of getting his fingers wet, so you coat them in your spit.

“James, fuck me already!” you beg and he pauses his actions.

“Can’t even keep your mouth shut huh Проститутка?” he asks and reaches off the bed to grab your discarded thong. He stuffs the lacy fabric in your mouth to keep you muffle your whining. Since your mouth is no longer able to, he spits on his fingers and then, without warning, plunges them deep in you. It’s only two fingers, a much smaller width than his cock but they already have you seeing stars.

The cold metal of his fingers gives such a high contrast to the practical heat coming from your core. You’re the epitome of hot and bothered at this moment, and the only remedy is James. This man who you just met hours ago (and has barely even touched you) is easily one of your best hookups.

He’s pushing his fingers in and out at such a rampant pace that it’s slamming you against the headboard. Mangled moans leave your stuffed lips as you look at the delicious man between your thighs. You feel your climax building as he whispers foreign words in your ear.

“Такая плотная и мокрая киска,” he says and you don’t know what it means but it’s enough to nearly tip you over.

That is until he halts his movements and gives you a devious smirk when you lift your head to look at him.

“James!” you try to yell at him but it comes out muffled and distorted. He leans down and licks up your thigh collecting everything that’s soaked them. It is by far the hottest thing you’ve seen. He thoroughly cleans every inch of you, teasing by not touching where you need him most.

You groan in frustration and he bites down on your thigh, sucking a hickey near where you want his lips.

“Нужно оставить напоминание обо мне, кукла. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” he says sternly. You widen them further and he tugs them apart. He lays down on his stomach and you can finally feel his hot breath on your soaked center.

His tongue slowly licks from your opening to the hood of your clit. He groans at your taste, “sweet like cinnamon baby,” then he dives back in. His hand grips your thigh and you know it’ll be a bruise in the morning light but you don’t care.

James licks a few more stripes, going up and down and your eyes roll back into your head as you pant. He meets your gaze and winks before spitting on your core and pushing his tongue into you, licking you out from the inside. You lift your head in time to watch him swallow your essence.

He doesn’t let up as he sinks his tongue back in, alternating between tongue fucking you and sucking on your clit. He brings his metal hand back and pushes it in, and you feel your orgasm build again.

The suction on your clit and pressure from his fingers has twisted moans falling from your lips only muffled by the lace of your panties.

“That’s it Котик,” he says before sucking again. And when he crooks his fingers you let go. Stars flood your senses, and you explode all over him. But James laps it all up, not letting an ounce get away from him.

He pulls the thong from your mouth and places his fingers in your mouth to suck. You grab them with one hand and clean them for him, releasing with a pop.

“Good baby doll?” he asks and you nod too tired to answer. “How about a bath then we continue this?” he asks and you smile.

“Just need a little bit, then I’m going to ride you into the sunset James,” you say fluttering your eyes. This was definitely the remedy to your bad day.

Translations: сахар- sugar, Не могу Дождаться когда я увижу тебя разрушил- i can’t wait to see you fucking ruined, такие красивые сиськи- such pretty tits, не могу дождаться, чтобы увидеть вас на моем петух ребенка- can’t wait to see you on my cock baby, Гавно- shit, Котик- kitten, Соси- suck, Проститутка- slut, Такая плотная и мокрая киска- such a tight wet pussy, Нужно оставить напоминание обо мне, кукла- need to leave a remind of me, baby doll

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