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emeraldiis · 3 years

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Enough Trust for Us Both

I’ve written a new fic, this time it’s Bucky x Reader! Read it on AO3 here.

Word Count: 3.8k

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Contains: fluff and smut, phone sex

You’re going crazy. You are going absolutely insane, and it’s all Bucky’s fault. Stupid, sexy, oblivious Bucky. Sure, you two have the perfect relationship in all other regards. He’s open with you, trusting you to hold him through the night to calm any nightmares, and he keeps you safe. Four months of him hovering behind you like an overprotective parent may have been annoying to some, but you love it. It makes you feel cared for. And you know he loves you, because he says it about forty times a day.

There’s just one tiny, itsy bitsy problem. Bucky won’t touch you. Well, that’s not true. He cuddles you, holds your hand, gives you chaste kisses whenever you do something to make him smile. But he won’t touch you. The kisses never go beyond pecks on the lips, and his hands never wander below your waist. And god dammit, you don't understand why. You’re horny, for fuck’s sake.

You know that you’ve been touchy with him lately, but you can’t help it. The sexual frustration increases tenfold when he grabs your hands with his strong ones, or wraps his fingers around your hips to pull you in for a kiss. You swear your panties are constantly damp around him, and more than a few times you’d had to excuse yourself to go change.

But you haven’t made any moves, scared of being too bold. He’s come so far with you, opened up so much, and you’re afraid that being too forward will scare him off. Still, a girl has needs, and you’re not above dropping a few...hints.

Bucky walks into your apartment with heavy footsteps, nearly slamming the door behind him. You jump, whipping around on the couch to face him, and watch as he winces. “I’m sorry, doll. Sometimes I forget how strong this stupid thing is.” He flexes his metal hand, frowning at the silver digits.

You tsk and shake your head, trying hard to ignore the arousal blooming in your stomach. Every part of him is attractive, you just can’t help but stare. From his shaggy hair, to those absolutely sinful thighs that you want to ride into the sunset. “It’s okay, babe,” you sigh wistfully, then look at him with pleading eyes. “I missed you today, can we go cuddle?” If you can’t get any action, then maybe just some good old fashioned affection would calm your nerves. Doubt it.

With a chuckle, Bucky strides over to the back of the couch with those long legs and leans over to kiss your cheek. “Of course, doll. Just let me go shower first, and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

Nearing falling over yourself in your enthusiasm, you give Bucky a winning smile and race to the bedroom, eager to get under the covers and get warm. As you slide into bed, you hear the shower turn on across the hall, and let your mind wander. Bucky’s muscled body fills your head. Tight abs flexing under streams of water, those metal fingers brushing across his skin, soap running down his chest all the way down to his cock. You’ve seen it before, but only once. Bucky had come home run ragged from an intense mission, and had been too tired to argue when you insisted on bathing him yourself. Even with just one glance while he was soft, you could tell Bucky was huge. He was thick, and imagining that inside of you nearly makes you moan out loud.

You’re so caught up in your fantasies that you fail to hear the water stop running, and end up startling again when Bucky enters the room. “Doll, you’re jumpy today,” Bucky says, blue eyes filled with concern. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m great!” You answer a little too quickly, trying to ignore the uncomfortable wetness seeping into your panties. You’re not wearing any pants--you usually don’t, when Bucky’s gone--and you know that Bucky would be able to feel how turned on you are if his hands go anywhere near there. ‘Which they won’t,’ you think to yourself in disappointment.

Bucky eyes you skeptically, thick eyebrows furrowed, while you try not to drool over his still-dripping form. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of red and black checkered pajama pants that are just one size too small. If you squint, you can just barely see the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric, and your eyes nearly roll and you realize that he’s probably not wearing underwear. Before you can work yourself up again, Bucky shakes his head at you, accepting your white lie, and gestures for you to slide over. You eagerly oblige, ready for some quality time with your boyfriend.

Despite your innocent act, you have a devious plan in the works. It had come to you the second he walked out of the shower looking irresistible. You’d decided that two could play at that game, and maybe he just needs you to seduce him. It’s bolder than anything you’d typically try, but maybe Bucky just hasn’t realized how badly you want him yet. Well, you were going to make it obvious for him.

When Bucky eases under the covers next to you, you purr happily and guide him onto his back, head resting comfortably in the pillows. You lie on your stomach and swing one leg over his hips, then throw your arm around his shoulder, effectively splaying yourself out on top of him. Bucky huffs out an amused laugh and wraps his human arm around your back. “Miss me that much, huh?” He says, voice soft and low. The weight of his arm feels nice draped across you like that, but you crave more.

You can’t help the shiver that forces its way down your spine at his deep voice speaking so closely to your ear. “Mhm,” you mumble. “Need to feel you.”

Cold, vibranium fingers card through your hair, and you don’t even try to suppress the moan that bubbles up. If you were going to properly seduce Bucky, you couldn’t hold anything back. “Well, I’m here, doll, feel me all you want.” His human hand grips your shoulder possessively, and the message is clear. ‘You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe.’

At that, your hips rock involuntarily, and you freeze when you realize that the wet spot on your panties has managed to make contact with the bare skin of Bucky’s stomach. That was a little further than you had intended to take this scheme, and you shift away, praying that Bucky hadn’t noticed.

To your dismay, Bucky rockets up from the bed like a cannon, immediately scrambling to the other side of the room like you had burned him. You start to turn away in embarrassment, then notice the wild look in his wide eyes. Bucky’s terrified. But why?

Seeing the bewildered look on your face, Bucky pauses in his frantic movements, then slowly slides down the wall and comes to a rest seated on the floor. His breathing pattern stutters until it settles into the slow and deliberate one his therapist taught him to stifle panic attacks. Regret sinks into your chest like a thick cloud. Christ, you had really messed up this time. “Baby,” you say softly, voice dripping with worry.

Your boyfriend looks up from the carpet, and tries to give you a reassuring smile. “I-I’m, I’m sorry,” he manages. His normally strong voice cracks, and your heart splits. “It’s not you, I just…” He fumbles for the words, and you keep quiet, pulse high while you await his explanation. “Doll, it’s hard enough for me to control myself when you’re all up on me like that, but I’m just a man, and when you-” Bucky shakes his head frantically, eyes dropping back to the floor. “You just can’t be tempting me like, okay, babe?” His head falls into his hands.

Wait, what? Somehow, you’re even more confused. “Bucky, what are you talking about? You don’t have to ‘control yourself,’ I’m your girlfriend. Hell, I’d be upset if you weren’t sexually attracted to me!” Your voice is rising in volume, but you can’t help it. All these months spent taking cold showers, and he wanted to fuck you the whole time? “Jesus, Buck. I was all over you today because I wanted you to lose control. This entire time we’ve been together I just thought, I dunno, that I wasn’t attractive enough for you?” You can’t mask the hurt in your voice.

At that, Bucky’s eyes widen and he raises his head to look back up at you. “Baby doll, no, you’re the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I just...I don’t want to hurt you. If I lose control like that and let myself go, who knows what could happen? I could relapse, I could seriously hurt you. You saw when I came inside today! I almost broke your door without meaning to, I can’t put you at risk just for my own pleasure.”

Anger swells up inside of you again, and you rise from the bed to stalk towards Bucky. When you reach his place on the floor, you sink to your knees and stare daggers at him. “Your own pleasure? What about mine? Bucky, this isn’t just about you. I have needs, too.” Bucky looks away in shame, and the guilty expression in his eyes manages to cool your temper. You gently take his face in your hands and pull him to look at you. Now that you’ve come back to yourself, you feel guilty for being selfish. You chew on your lips anxiously. “Hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten mad like that, I know this isn’t easy for you. But Bucky, if you want me, then I’m yours. I know you won’t hurt me, I trust you.”

Bucky pulls away from you, lips screwed up in a pained frown. “No, I’m sorry. It’s just too dangerous.”

You fall back onto your butt, sighing, and try to think. “Okay, well what if we worked up to it?”

That earns you an intrigued look. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you start, mind racing as a plan hatches. “What if we started off with something low risk, like phone sex. You could stay at the Avengers tower, I could stay here. How can you hurt me if we’re on different sides of the city?”

“Phone sex?”

Oh, right. Different era. “It’s where we call each other on the phone and get off together. If you really don’t want to try, you can say no, but you deserve pleasure. We’ve both been stressed lately, this can be a good thing.” You try to keep your tone casual, giving Bucky the chance to relax from the brief argument. You can see the wheels turning in his mind, and though he’d never admit it, his cheeks flush just the slightest bit red.

“Okay,” he whispers, brushing back a piece of stray hair from his face and taking a steadying breath.

Your eyes follow the movement of his hand as what he said sinks in. “Really, you’re okay with it?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replies, making an attempt to smile at you. “Just...can we do this slow? It’s been a long time.” He still looks nervous, and you almost want to back off. To tell him to forget it, that you were just being selfish. But it’s not just you that he’s denying pleasure to. Bucky’s suffering, too, and you know that intimacy would be a huge step forward, so you push on.

You grin brightly at him, then stand, offering your hand to help him up, too. After hesitating for a brief moment, Bucky takes your hand and lets you pull him to his feet. He stands, towering over you, and you realize that you’re so tiny compared to him. His worries absolutely held merit; he could crush you so easily, especially with those rippling muscles that you’re always staring at. But you’re not scared of him, you never have been. Bucky has never been anything but gentle towards you, and you know that even The Winter Soldier would not lay a hand on you. Bucky would never allow that to happen, you trust him.

You just wish he could trust himself that much, too.

It’s been weeks since you and Bucky’s conversation, and you’re beginning to think he’s forgotten about it. That, or he’s just pretending that he doesn’t remember in order to avoid a stressful situation. The latter was probably more likely, and you decide not to push it. Maybe you’d been asking for too much. So you put a lid on your desires, and acted like everything was fine for Bucky’s sake, even as disappointment dampened your moods. And when he left for yet another mission, you began to accept that maybe he just wasn’t ready. You can live with that.

Your phone rings, and you hoist yourself off the couch, pausing the movie you’d been watching to trudge over to your phone. When Bucky was away on missions, calls were never anything good. He’d usually send texts to reassure you that things were going well, but he always saved bad news for phone calls. It was a nice gesture, but it just made you associate them with misery.

Steeling yourself, you click ‘answer,’ and force out a cheerful greeting despite the anxiety twisting your stomach.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky’s voice is gruff, and he sounds exhausted. Your hands twitch, wanting to reach for him.

“Hi,” you reply. “Everything going okay?”

A groan floats through the speaker, and you sigh, knowing that your instincts were correct. “I wish, it looks like I’ll have to stay another night in this stupid safe house. We think our cover might’ve been blown and Stark wants to lay low before trying to extract me.” You can hear the apology in Bucky’s tone; he doesn’t need to say it.

You want to scream and throw your phone. Another night away from your lover, spent lying awake worrying that this time he wouldn’t make it home safe. Another night of counting the seconds until he’s back in your arms, and you can kiss away the stress of his mission. You knew what you were signing up for, dating an Avenger, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hard sometimes. Still, you need to keep it together. For Bucky. “It’s okay, just stay safe, alright? I need you to come back to me in one piece.”

Bucky mumbles his assent, and you hear shuffling on the other end, presumably him getting more comfortable. You do the same, and make your way back to the couch so you can sit down and talk to him. “At least it’s just me here,” Bucky says. “This would be a hell of a lot more irritating if I had to put up with Sam’s chatter for another day.”

With a snort, you flop onto the couch and lean back. “Don’t be too hard on him, he means well.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky grumbles. He pauses, and you hear a shaky inhale before he speaks again. “What’re you wearing?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. Well, this was unexpected. “One of your shirts, why?”

“No pants?”

“You know me, pants are kind of against my moral code.”

Bucky chuckles on the other line while you wonder where this is going. “Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” Another pause. “Which panties do you have on?”

Oh. Oh. Your heart speeds up in excitement as you start to realize what’s going on. “Buck, are you wanting to…?” You don’t finish your sentence, letting your silence speak for itself.

“Um, I think so. If you don’t mind?” Bucky says, voice rising a bit in pitch as it tends to do when he gets nervous.

You’re quick to reassure him, not wanting to screw this up when you’ve been dreaming about it for months. “Yes, yeah!” You blurt out. “I just wanted to make sure we were both on the same page here.” You tug at your bottom lip with your teeth while you think about how you want this to go. “Hold on, lemme move to the bedroom.”

“Okay.” Bucky’s voice has gotten raspier, and it sends a gush of arousal into your panties. You rush to the bedroom, legs more than a little shaky from excitement. You hop onto the bed and settle back into the pillows, putting your phone on speaker and setting it beside you on the sheets. “You still haven’t told me which panties you’ve got on,” Bucky prompts, sounding a little unsure.

“The black ones,” you answer. “They’re the ones that have the lacing around my ass.”

Bucky growls his appreciation at your response. “Those are my favorite.” You beam. Now that he’s finally expressing his attraction to you, you feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

“Your turn to tell me what you’re wearing.” Your fingers tug at the hem of your underwear, itching to dive inside and start touching yourself. But you wait patiently, wanting to take things slow like Bucky had asked.

“Just my briefs. The dark blue ones that you said look nice,” Bucky says. He goes quiet, and you remember that phone sex was a foreign concept to him just a few weeks ago. You can picture his uncertain expression. His eyes always narrowed in a cute little squint, and his lips would purse in a way that made you want to kiss him breathless.

Taking the lead, you shimmy your panties down your legs until they’re completely off. “I’m taking my underwear off now. Do you want to touch yourself?”

Bucky inhales sharply. “Yeah.”

“Do it. I will, too.” You bring your fingers down to your dripping pussy, absently wondering if you should’ve laid down a towel before starting. It’s too late now, though. You slide one finger across your folds, humming softly at the pleasure.

There’s rustling on the other end, and you close your eyes to imagine Bucky pulling down his briefs, thick cock springing free. You think about running your tongue up the leaking head, and your core cramps involuntarily.

“Doll…” Bucky breathes. You hear a slick sound--did he always bring lube with him on missions?-- and then a steady rhythm of slow strokes.

“Does it feel good?” You ask, and bring your thumb up to rub at your clit. A small whimper escapes your throat. There’s no reason to try to stay quiet; this is for Bucky, and you want him to hear that you’re enjoying yourself.

“Y-yeah,” he grits out. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m touching my clit, wishing it was your fingers on me. I wanna touch you so bad.” There’s a whine to your voice, and your fingers speed up.

“I wish I was there,” Bucky says. “Fuck, I bet you look so good right now. I don’t even know how many times I’ve gotten off to the thought of licking that pretty pussy.”

A gasp tears its way from your throat. You never knew Bucky had such a mouth on him, and you briefly think about how many girls he’d talked out of their skirts before the war. You turn your head to the side, burying your nose in Bucky’s shirt and inhale deeply. His scent makes you dizzy with need, and you abandon your clit to dip two fingers into yourself. There’s no need for preparation—you’re soaked—and you easily slide the digits past your opening to reach the most sensitive spots. “I’ve got two fingers inside me now,” you moan. “Wishing they were yours.”

The strokes on the other end speed up, and Bucky curses. “Shit, doll. You’re driving me crazy, here.”

Bucky’s moans are the hottest thing you’ve heard in your entire life. Nights spent fantasizing about how he’d sound in bed didn’t even come close to the real thing. His ragged pants on the other end of the line have you edging closer and closer to your orgasm, and you begin to ramble mindlessly. “Bucky, baby, I need to feel you. I want you here with me, I wanna watch you cum.”

“You know we can’t--”

“I don’t care,” you whine. “I’ll use Stark’s handcuffs to keep you restrained, you can’t hurt me if you’re all tied up. Please, baby, I just need you.” You know that you’re rambling, but you don’t care, it feels too good. Your fingers move faster and faster, chasing your high.

A startled moan echoes through your speaker. “Oh, fuck, stop talking. Please, I can’t--” Bucky’s voice is tight, strangled, but it only encourages you to push him further.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being tied up while I ride you?”

That’s the last straw for Bucky. The rhythm of his strokes stutters, then comes to an abrupt halt as he chokes out a high pitched whine of your name. Hearing his orgasm pushes you into your own, and you claw at the sheets with your free hand. Bucky’s name tumbling from your lips while your hips arch up into your hand, everything clenching and then releasing into bliss.

You lie in silence for a few minutes, your breathing mixing in with Bucky’s as you both come down. Finally, you break the silence, feeling a bit embarrassed now that pleasure’s no longer clouding your judgement. “I-I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”

“What?” Bucky replies. “No, that was, that was really good. Were you serious about wanting to try restraining me?”

You swallow tightly. To be honest, it was kind of a spur of the moment fantasy, born from reckless pleasure. “Uh, only if you want. I definitely should’ve cleared it with you before bringing it up.”

Bucky is quick to reassure you. “No, doll. At the moment, I only really saw it as a hot fantasy, but now that I’m thinking about it...it could actually work.”

You sit up in bed, not able to believe your ears. God, you aren’t even sure if you’d be able to handle that kind of control over Bucky. You might just melt the second you lay eyes on him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Bucky says. “We’d have to use something that could hold me, but I’d feel better about not hurting you if I was handcuffed.”

A dizzying rush of excitement washes over you. “Fuck, okay. Let’s talk about it more when you get back, yeah? You need to focus on getting home safe.”

“You’re right. Thank you for being patient with me, I know you could easily find some guy you didn’t have to jump through all these hoops for.” Bucky’s laugh is self deprecating, and you shush him.

“Shut up, you’re perfect. I’d jump through as many hoops as it takes to call you mine for the rest of my life.” And you really would. You’re head over heels for this man, and it isn’t just the post-nut bliss talking. “Just come back home to me and I’ll show you just how much I’m willing to do you.” You pause. “For you. Do for you.”

This time, the chuckle that Bucky lets out is genuine, and your heart swells. “Okay, doll. I’ll be home in a day or two and you can do me all you’d like.”

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 3 years

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ohh i saw your answer about the sequels of star wars. id love to read you tear through the whole trilogy

Well, I’ve avoided this ask long enough. Part of the reason is this is really a huge topic, far too much for one ask, so I’m going to have to do this at a very high level.

In short, the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy is what one gets when you slap together the goal of selling merchandise and making tons of money, being as risk averse as humanly possible, adding a handful of warring directors with incredibly different visions, and having virtually no imagination when it comes to the imagining and writing of characters.

And we get this beautiful, awful, franchise that for reasons beyond me people seem to actually like (though interestingly, no one seems to like all of it, they may actually like one or two of the films, but no one says all three are actually in any realm of good).

With that, let’s begin.

The Force Awakens

For me this is easily the most tolerable of the sequel trilogy: it’s not great, it’s not terrible. It’s thoroughly watchable, you can be taken along for the movie’s journey and not raise your eyebrows too much at the action and leave the theater feeling this maybe wasn’t a complete waste of your time.

There’s a good reason for that. That reason is called the most blatant form of plagiarism I have ever seen in cinema in my life.

“The Force Awakens” is just “A New Hope” wearing a mustache. Only, it’s one of those cheap mustaches you get from a party store that, if you stare at it too long, just looks like the most false and awful thing you’ve ever seen. The mustache actively makes it worse. “The Force Awakens” is “A New Hope”, but worse.

Seriously, every major character, every major plot point, every major scene I can go directly back to “A New Hope”.

Our story begins when the Resistance, at great cost to our valiant heroes including torture at the hands of the Emperor’s second in command, sends a file out into the wilderness to be received by his people. This file contains plans for the Death Star.

The film then focuses on Luke, er Rey, getting involved in the Resistance, boarding the Death Star, and successfully destroying at the same time even at the lost of a beloved mentor that she just met (trading in Obi-Wan for Han Solo).

Our evil empire is run by an evil emperor who is so evil he sits in a chair, is served by very Moth Tarkin-esque human storm troopers, and has a second in command who revels in the Darth Vader get up (for no other reason that it makes him feel cool but we’ll get into this).

It’s “A New Hope”. Rey is Luke, Han Solo is Obi-Wan, Poe is a kind of Han Solo, Kylo Ren is Vader, Snoke is Palpatine, Hux is Tarkin, BB-8 is R2-D2, etc.

“But that’s not terrible,” you say, “I liked A New Hope?”

First, it is terrible, it gives a very bad sign of where the sequel trilogy is headed and is just lazy writing. It means that those who produced this franchise were so terrified of taking risks, of possibly ending up mocked as the prequels were, that they will deliver exactly what the original trilogy was. And what’s that? Uh, evil empires, scrappy desert kids, AND MORE DEATH STARS!

That brings us to point number two, the world of Star Wars after the events of the original trilogy shouldn’t support such things. And, if it does, my god what a bleak existence this place has turned into.

The First Order being able to rise easily from the Empire’s remains means that Luke accomplished nothing. Anakin sacrificed himself and had his moment of redemption for nothing. There was no happy ending to the Original Trilogy, our heroes failed miserably, and there is no indication that our new band of heroes can possibly succeed in their place. (More on this as the movies progress).

We now are in a galaxy where this new Republic is so pathetic that Leia doesn’t even give it the time of day and builds her own private army to battle the Empire. The First Order is able to not only rebuild a massive army by raiding villages on many different worlds and stealing children and do so successfully for at least ten years but is able to build a Death Star bigger than any we’ve ever seen before.

And the movie tries to convince us these are completely new problems, that Luke Skywalker is a hero (remember this is TFA, not TLJ yet), and that somehow these things just sprung up out of nowhere. BUT YEAH, RESISTANCE, WOO!

As for Rey, she’s like... a worse version of Luke. Her only motivation through the entire series is her trauma at being abandoned by her parents. That’s it, there’s nothing else to her, nothing else she ever wants or feels conflicted by. She struggles with the dark side because... the dark side? Genetics? Unclear? She’s absurdly, ridiculously, powerful in a way that’s acknowledged but never that acknowledged (we’ll get into this) and the movies just fail to sell me on her in any way.

Honestly, an easy fix for me would have just been making Rey a much younger character. I could believe a fourteen-year-old having stayed in the desert, scrounging for scraps, believing her parents are coming back every day now. As a twenty-something year old... It starts getting hard to believe she never left. (Also, this gets the benefit of getting rid of Reylo, which is always a plus for me).

As for Kylo Ren, I legitimately walked out of TFA thinking he was supposed to be comic relief. He’s what happens when someone desperately wants a likable, redeemable, villain and we get... Well, as a reminder his opening scene is one of genocide: he pillages and destroys a town with no regret and brutally tortures a man for information. We’re told he’s like this “because evil evil Snoke” and that may well be but throughout the film (and the series) it becomes clear that Kylo Ren’s main motivation is he deseprately wants to be cool. He wants to be a badass like Vader, he dresses in Vader cosplay (either ignoring or not knowing that Vader only dressed like that because his body was completely destroyed), he has these huge temper tantrums and nobody respects him because he’s a toddler in a Vader suit.

He murders his own father, his parents who (at least in the films themselves) show every willingness to take him back and forgive him what he’s done, so that he can fully embrace his own “evilness”. In other words, he commits patricide to feel cool about himself, then it doesn’t work.

And the movie series really banks on me feeling conflicted about Kylo Ren or at least wanting him to be redeemed. Granted, the wider internet seems to love him, I just can’t.

Oh, before I forget, the other thing I love about Kylo Ren is that the movies insist he’s a) strong in the Force b) is equal to Rey. Rey consistently beats the shit out of him with 0 training. Kylo Ren has been training in the Force for years. Guys, they are not a Dyad, Rey is far far far stronger than he is and for whatever reason the films never want to admit it. Because I guess we like things coming in pairs now.

But yes, “The Force Awakens”, at a distance not great nor terrible, but a rip off of a movie we’ve already seen that left me going “Welp, the next one’s probably The Empire Strikes Back then I guess we’re getting Ewoks”. I was sort of right on that and sort of wrong.

The Last Jedi

So, JJ Abrams clearly had a vision of where he wanted this sequel trilogy to go. He set up these big questions such as what’s up with Finn, who are Rey’s parents and why was she left on this nowhere planet, will Kylo Ren be redeemed and how, who is Snoke, etc.

Now, I’m not saying these aren’t stupid questions. To be frank, they kind of are. Finn being Force Sensitive was the most inconsequential thing I’ve ever heard of, Rey’s parents should not have been used to drive the plot the way it was, as spoken above I’m clearly team gut Kylo Ren, and that Snoke was actually just Palpatine being the world’s largest cockroach is a beautiful but hilarious answer.

That said, what Johnson did was he decided, “You know what, I’m going to take every trope of Star Wars and completely flip it on its head and absolutely doom the sequel to this movie.”

And by god, he did.

We get a weirdly pointless movie in which Poe, SINGLEHANDEDLY, completely obliterates the Resistance. He first obliterates their bombers by failing to follow command, then goes and bitches about how he’s not put in command when he clearly shows no ability to understand how a military works, actively subverts orders which in turn obliterates the entire Resistance fleet until the only survivors can fit on the Millenium Falcon. They have no ships, no weapons, barely any people, and are ultimately doomed doomed doomed.

We have Finn’s weird subplot with a suddenly introduced character Rose in which the pair aid in Poe’s blowing up the resistance (they send sensitive information using the communication equipment of a guy they do not know, who fully admits to being shady and out for his own skin, and are flabergasted when he betrays them).

Rose herself is this weirdly sweet person who seems forced into the plot to a) provide a love triangle for Finn and Rey b) provide this forced sunny outlook that I didn’t really need in the film.

We get Rey never really being trained, going into the Cave of Wonders for a few seconds, falling in love with Kylo Ren over weird Force Skype calls (where I did not need to see him shirtless, thank you film) and being horrifically betrayed when Kylo Ren turns out not to be a great guy. Never saw that coming, Rey.

As for Kylo Ren, well... God, we get Emperor Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren, the Emperor. I’m not even that upset about the anticlimactic murder of Snoke (that was kind of funny, especially in the context of Palpatine going, “Bitch, please, you’re in my chair” immediately in the next film) but just Kylo Ren being emperor. And also that the Resistance only escapes at all because he’s so dumb he made their dumb plans seem smart (i.e. concentrates all his firepower on an illusion for ten minutes while Hux goes, “Emperor, sir, we could actually destroy the Resistance right now.”

Now, you’ll notice I didn’t complain about Luke. A lot of people are upset he became a grumpy, miserable, old hermit who sits around waiting for death. Frankly though, in this universe, that’s exactly where he is. He left “Return of the Jedi” thinking he’d saved the world, he’s resurrected the Jedi Order, and all is well. Only a decade later, his students are all murdered by his nephew, the Empire’s back, and he accomplished nothing. He’s an utter failure as a Jedi (though Luke never realizes he knew jack shit about the Jedi Order and was in way over his head but I guess that’s beyond him). Why shouldn’t he go sit on a rock and wait to die?

Now, did he have to drink that blue dinosaur milk? Well, I guess it was funny, gross but funny so... Sure, I guess he did. But I do like that he gave Rey 0 training, they had one meditation session and then he whined about how Obi-Wan was such a stupid asshole. And then Rey ran off to be with her boyfriend, who then told her that her parents were gutter trash (which again, was funny, but I don’t think that was supposed to be funny).

Of the characters introduced in the movie, the only one I really liked was the hacker, and it was for the actor/the beautiful way in which he gracefully exited stage left with zero shame going, “You all knew I was going to betray you!” You beautiful man, you.

Rise of the Skywalker

First, when something is called “Rise of the Skywalker” you know you’re in for a rough time.

But anyways, TLJ was filled with a controversy Disney didn’t want (half their audience hated it, half loved it, but at least they sold those penguin dolls) so they desperately get Abrams back. Only, what he clearly wanted from his series has been shot to hell, and now he’s left with Emperor Kylo Ren, a completely obliterated Resistance, a dead Luke, a love interest he never planned to introduce for Finn, Rey’s parental crisis being solved with trash people, Snoke just suddenly dead, Hux planning revenge, and then some.

And so, Abrams goes the brave and hilarious route of shouting “PRETEND THAT LAST MOVIE NEVER HAPPENED”

We open to a fully functioning Resistance (their bomber fleet is back, their fleet period is back, they have all their fully trained personnel). We have Rey getting the Jedi training she needed this time from Leia, who is now a Jedi, because yay feminism rammed down my throat to make the audience feel better. Rose says “It’s cool guys, I don’t want to join the adventure this film, I’m going to stay here and work on robots” so that she can gracefully exit the entire plot. Kylo Ren is demoted from Emperor in two seconds when we discover that a) Snoke was apparently Palpatine b) for unexplained reasons Palpatine’s alive (and I am now convinced that man will never die). Kylo Ren tells Rey at the first opportunity that he lied about her trash parents AND REALLY SHE’S A PALPATINE! THIS WHOLE TIME, REY! THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. I’M SUPER SERIAL THIS TIME, REY.

Basically, in the course of an overly long movie, Abrams desperately shoves in everything he was trying to get out of the series, while sobbing, and sobbing even harder when things like Finn being Force Sensitive or Lando having a secret daughter get caught. I actually agree with the Producers on this, by the way, the Finn trying to tell Rey something scenes were weird and indicative of a love triangle but him being Force Sensitive instead... It says a lot that the movies did not change when it was removed, at all. And Lando was just this strange cameo who was in the film to make us feel nostalgic.

And this isn’t even getting to the ridiculous 24 hour time limit (which made me think there should have been some video game style clock in the corner letting us know when Dawn of the Third Day is coming), Palpatine’s other secret army on a secret Sith planet that can be easily taken down by taking out one navigation tower, Rey’s hilarious struggle with the dark side in which she has a vision of herself in a cape hissing, Kylo Ren’s hilarious redemption in which the movie in the form of Leia and Han Solo says, “Alright, Ben, it’s time to stop being evil” and he says “okay”, the fight with Palpatine in which I’m supposed to believe he dies for reals because... I have no idea why I’m supposed to believe he’s dead. The Reylo, god the Reylo, and Kylo Ren’s tragic, hilarious, death.

And then, of course, the ending where Rey decides she’s a Skywalker now.

I actually did laugh all the way through “Rise of the Skywalker”, you can’t not, I mean it’s a hilariously awful movie. The only thing that might have made it more hilarious was if we actually did get those Ewoks.

TL;DR

They’re all bad movies, if you want more specifics than this, you’re just going to have to ask me questions.

#ask #anon #anti star wars sequels #anti rey #anti kylo ren #anti reylo #ah what beautiful awful movies #i look foward to the characters being shocked and appalled when yet another evil empire arises in five years #i look forward to them being even more shocked when palpatine's still not dead #that man will never die

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mischiefandspirits · 3 years

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Doppelgänger (18/19)

Previously on Doppelgänger ~ Masterlist ~ Next time on Doppelgänger

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were just 14 when they took a look inside the portal Danny’s parents had built. From there, everything changed. They woke up with white hair, green skin, and powers they could learn to control. They were hybrids, halfas.

They were the hero Doppelgänger.

{Reign Storm, Part 4}

“Another day, another night of trying to catch as many ghosts as we can before curfew,” Tucker groaned as the trio made their way to Danny’s bedroom.

“At least we managed to hide the Ecto-Skeleton in the fold before Vlad could take it,” Sam said.

“Plus Val is keeping up the truce for now and Jazz is covering for us,” Danny added.

“Yeah, and how long until Val turns her weapons back on us or Jazz decides to stick her nose in our business?” Sam muttered.

Danny opened his door. “She -”

The three stared at the room that very much was not Danny’s room. They looked behind them to see the green sky of the Ghost Zone with gears floating through it. They were standing on an island that housed a tall tower in the shape of a grandfather clock.

“Uh…”

“We’re not going to get anything caught tonight, are we?” Tucker sighed.

Sam pushed past her partners and stomped into the tower. “Alright you stupid ghost kidnapper, what do you want?”

No one answered and the boys followed her further into the tower.

They kept an eye out for whatever ghost had teleported them there, but the only movement was coming from the spinning gears that were everywhere or the circular screens scattered about.

Danny’s eyes caught on three that were side by side and he gasped.

The first was labeled Future: Ten Years and showed a ghost in the form of a young woman. She had pale teal skin and white hair, though her hair was a white vapor that flowed around her head and shoulders. She wore a floor-length black dress that was slit on the right side high on her thigh. She also had a white belt, thigh-high high-heeled boots, and elbow-length gloves. Her dress had an S-logo on her skirt that looked like claw marks as well as a long white cape with a black lining. She was draped over a dead tree in what appeared to be a destroyed city like it was a throne, smirking as a military group fled from the bright green void rapidly growing beneath her with every similarly colored tear that dripped from her dark gold eyes.

“Is that…” Danny started and the two followed his gaze.

“Me?” Sam said.

“Why do you have Danny’s Spectral Void?” Tucker asked.

Danny pointed to the screen next to it.

This one was also labeled Future: Ten Years and featured a destroyed city, but a young man was the ghost featured. He had the same skin and hair color as the woman, but his hair appeared to be thick braids of dripping goo and his eyes were deep violet. He was shirtless and wore dark grey pants with white boots and a large white belt. On the belt was a black buckle with a white T-logo that appeared to be made of lightning. He also wore white bracers on his forearms and a cape to match the woman’s. Cackling, he watched his own military adversaries get pulverized by bright green vines.

“And that would be me with Sam’s Wraith Snare,” Tucker added as they turned to the final screen.

Once more a destroyed city was labeled Future: Ten Years. This time the ghost was flying around as he tossed tanks about and blasted them apart with a bright green sonic attack. He was also a young man with pale teal skin and white hair, though his was made of flames. His eyes were blood red and he had a small goatee. He wore a suit that was primarily black, but with a white pattern on the sleeves that continued down the side of his abdomen. He also had white boots and belt alongside black gloves and the same cape as the two before. On his chest was a wispy white D-logo.

“Which leaves Danny with my Ghostly Wail,” Tucker finished.

“We look so cool,” Danny muttered as he stared up at the screens. When his partners immediately turned to look at him, he quickly added, “Except for the whole being evil thing.”

Sam knocked her shoulder against the smaller boy’s and looked back at the screens. “This… They can’t be us.”

“They aren’t.”

The trio spun around to see a ghost floating behind them.

He at first looked like an old man, but as he spoke he faded into a young child. “At least, not in this life.”

“What do you mean?” Danny asked as the trio readied themselves for a fight.

Instead, the ghost came over to float next to them, his eyes on the screens as he fiddled with the clock on his staff. “In these timelines, only one of you went into the portal in your parents’ lab.”

“Hold on, are you saying that if we hadn’t gone in together, we would have turned evil?” Sam said, eyes narrowed.

“Sometimes.” He hit a button on his staff and the screens changed.

Instead of lounging in a tree, Sam was defending a school bus from a giant hydra ghost. Her skin was a human tone only a few shades darker than her normal and her eyes were bright green. Her hair was the same as her evil version's, if longer, but her dress and cape had been replaced by black pants and a white crop top with bell sleeves. Green vines wove around her head in a crown of thorns.

Tucker was now facing off against what appeared to be a Skulker-Technus hybrid. His eyes were the same shade as Good Future Sam’s and his hair had remained the same as evil Tucker's while his skin was a darker human brown. His cape had been swapped out for a black muscle shirt and silver Egyptian-style necklace. Likewise, his bracers had been swapped out with silver vambraces with glittering green hieroglyphs engraved into them.

Good Future Danny was laughing as he dove around the attacks of a ghost that seemed to be composed entirely of the night sky except for a ram horn helmet. He also had skin similar to his human form’s and bright green eyes. His hair was shorter than his evil version’s had been, but just as fiery. His suit was now white with dark green diagonal designs. His boots, belt, and gloves were all black and he was the only one to still have a cape, though this one was made of white fur. There were also horns made of ice curling out of his hair.

“Sometimes you choose the right path,” the clock ghost said, aging up into an adult.

“I have horns!” Danny whispered.

“You’re getting way too into this,” Tucker said, nudging his side.

“Mind telling us why you brought us here?” Sam asked.

The ghost hummed and their evil versions took the screens again. “Individually, the three of you have the power to bring untold devastation to the Ghost Zone and wipe humanity from the face of the Earth.” He turned to them, fading back into an old man. “What do you think you could do together?”

The trio blanched and Sam shook her head. “That wouldn’t happen.”

“Wouldn’t it? Why not? It happens in other timelines.”

“So what? You brought us here to tell us we’re going to turn evil and destroy the world? Thanks. We’re leaving now.”

“I’ve brought you here to give you a warning,” the ghost said, focus completely on his staff and not the fuming halfa. He aged down to a child and continued, “Those who command me do not peer into the alternate times often and I have worked hard so that they should not see these, but that effort will not last forever. Should something not change, they will discover these chances and label you all too much of a risk. When that happens, I will be charged with the task of eliminating your future.”

“So you’re going to try to kill us in the future, good to know,” Sam said.

Tucker grabbed his partners as they both stepped forward to fight. “You said you were warning us, that something could change so you wouldn’t have to kill us. Could you tell us what that something is?”

He smirked.

The trio blinked and they were in Danny’s room.

“Is that a no?” Tucker asked.

“That ghost better not show his face again,” Sam huffed and tossed her backpack into the corner.

“Uh, guys,” Danny said and held up his hand.

Wrapped around his wrist was a watch he’d never seen before. It had a white square case and face with navy asteroids taking the place of the numbers and icy blue comets acting as hands. The band was white nylon with black constellations stitched in. On the watch’s crown, the letters W and C were interwoven together in navy.

“I think he left me a gift.”

His partners looked down to see similar watches on their own wrists.

Sam’s had a black ceramic band and case with a silver paint splatter design overtop. The face was round and violet with a silver spiderweb design that black spiders crawled across in the place of hands. The WC logo was also on its crown, in violet.

Tucker’s watch, unlike the other two’s, was digital. It had a silver rectangular face and case with white glowing numerals over a green old-school bezier screensaver. The band was grey silicone with white pixel hearts decorating it. The WC logo was on the button on the side in green.

Sam growled and tried to remove it, to no avail. There was no buckle and the band wouldn’t break. She could not phase through it or have it phase through her either. She transformed and while the watch didn’t leave, it did change.

The case was now a golden-brown and shaped like a gear. The face was black with traditional hands and numbers in electric blue. The WC logo was at the center of the face while the band was a dark metal.

It proved to be just as impossible to remove in this form and also appeared to be indestructible considering the small ecto-beam she shot at it did nothing.

The boys just watched her antics, though Danny did stop her from trying to shoot a larger beam at it (and therefore her arm) while Tucker transformed to see if his would change as well.

It matched hers perfectly in ghost form.

“He’s trying to turn us evil,” the two hissed.

“I really don’t think he is,” Danny said, rubbing Sam’s arms.

“It’s turning us evil.”

“You’re just upset.”

“We’re going to burn his tower to the ground. You know, he probably should have seen this coming if he can see into the future so he probably deserves it.”

“You’re not helping, Tuck.”

Tucker shrugged.

“Guess we’ve got some research to do now. On top of everything else we’ve still gotta do. To. The. Ground.”

{Identity Crisis, Part 1}

“What are you guys doing?” Jazz asked as she came into Danny’s room to see the trio curled up together on his bed with a book each.

“We finally caught all the ghosts that escaped,” Danny said. “Well, the ones worth catching at least.”

“Ones worth catching?”

“The ones who cause problems,” Tucker explained. “There are some ghosts we leave alone as long as they keep out of trouble. Like Poindexter’s cool and Johnny and Kitty are fine as long as they aren’t fighting with each other. We also made a deal with Ember since she got a gig at a bar downtown; as long as she doesn’t brainwash anyone she can stay.”

“There are also those that aren’t worth the time, like the Box Ghost,” Sam said. “We can leave him to your parents or Valerie.”

“Valerie doesn’t even bother with Boxy anymore,” Danny added.

“I think he’s got a job with a moving company now,” Tucker muttered. “Either that or they’re just using him as a mascot.”

“Anyways, we got everyone accounted for so we’ve got a ghost-free weekend to do some research on that clock ghost that kidnapped us,” Danny said.

Jazz frowned. “So the three of you are going to spend the whole weekend here, together, alone.”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, basically.”

“Until we find what we need to get these stupid watches off.”

She sighed and walked over to take their books.

“Hey!” they said together.

“You three need a break after the last couple weeks of insanity. That means no ghosts, no Doppelgänger, and most importantly, no each other.”

“What? Why?” they asked and she gave them a look.

“I kind of get the ghost part, but why no each other?” Danny asked.

“When was the last time you three spent more than twenty-four hours apart?”

“I went to some gala in California with my parents two weeks ago,” Sam said pointedly.

“And Tucker sent the whole weekend here playing video games. I’m asking about all three of you spending more than a day apart.”

The three frowned, staring at nothing.

Jazz gave them a moment, then nodded. “That’s what I thought.”

They shared a look.

“Well, the computer club was having a camp this weekend,” Tucker said.

“It’d be nice to spend the weekend with Val,” Danny offered.

“There is a sale at Skulk and Lurk this weekend,” Sam sighed.

“There you go then.” Jazz dropped the books onto Danny’s desk and pointed to the door. “Out.”

“You know, you’re his sister, not ours,” Sam muttered, but she and Tucker said their goodbyes and left.

Danny threw a pillow at his sister and grabbed his phone. “Why are you so bossy?”

“It’s not healthy to spend so much time around your partners. Especially considering your interwoven minds. It won’t hurt you to be apart now and then.”

“Yeah, yeah, now get out so I can text Val.”

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“Hey, it’s Tucker, right?”

Tucker looked up to see a freshman he vaguely recognized standing over him. “Uh, yeah. You’re… Kira?”

“Kiran. Kiran Rizvi.”

“Right, sorry.” Tucker held his hand out to shake and looked over the freshman.

They were cute. Androdygenous, if leaning masculine, with rich brown skin. They looked like they were on the thinner side, but it was hard to tell with their baggy yellow hoodie. They had short black hair and a round face with bright green eyes.

Tucker put on a flirty smile, even as they ignored his hand and put their own on their chest. “Tucker Foley. So, you’re into computers then, Kiran?”

They shrugged and sat down next to him. “I’m more into computer games, but I wanted to learn how to build my own PC so I’ve been learning all I can. The computer I’ve got lags constantly, but I don’t have the money to buy a gaming PC.”

“Who does?” Tucker snorted. Well, Sam did, but even she knew the benefits of building over buying. “My partner introduced me to this company that’s got quality gear at good prices. Doomed never ran so smooth!”

“You play Doomed too? Did you see the new expansion pass?” Kiran said excitedly.

“The Netherworlds or the expanded Pride Armor selection?”

“I was talking about the Netherworlds but oh my gosh, the Pride Armor pack was great! Even if the stealth aspects are absolutely awful.”

“If there’s ever a reason to wish to be ace, it's when you’re running around in neon yellow, pink, and blue,” Tucker sighed.

“That sucks. At least my armor’s got some black and purple in it to balance out the yellow and white,” they chuckled and Tucker swooned.

Wow, they’re pretty when they laugh.

“Have you seen some of the designs online people have done for stealth versions of the armor?”

“Wh-Oh, yeah,” Tucker said, snapping himself out of it. “Yeah, my partner posted some she did of the Ace-Spec gear on her blog. I’ve been trying to work it into a mod for her for her birthday.”

“No way! Can I see?” they asked, leaning closer, and Tucker smiled.

“Yeah, sure.” He turned back to his laptop and tried to bring up the file, but it slowed down as he tried. “Crud, right, I forgot I was in the middle of fixing that.”

“What’s wrong?”

“This is my old one. I’ve been trying to fix it up to sell. Everything seems okay. I think there’s just some excess data in the cache slowing it down. I was just about to empty it when you came up.” He started the process then pulled out his phone to bring up the designs he was working on.

“There’s pizza in the other room,” the computer teacher, Mr. Göbel, called as he poked his head into the classroom.

Tucker and Kiran joined the rest of the club heading out of the room as Kiran looked over the designs and begged Tucker to send them the mod when he finished it.

A few moments later, an abandoned laptop began to glow before flying out the window.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #Doppelgänger au

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ddaddsprompts · 6 years

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How would the dads react to finding out you're a really good painter? (Sorry if this one's been done before.)

((This is...really god damn long, I’m sorry! That’s why it took so long! I love you guys I’ll try to write some quicker, shorter stuff! I hope you don’t mind the length though! -Mod Arin))

You turn around quickly when you hear his voice coming from behind you, remembering that you had invited him over and purposely left the door unlocked, but you meant to clean up before now, it was supposed to be a surprise! You must have lost track of the time…painting was a favorite hobby of yours and sometimes you just got lost in it.

Robert - “Holy shit- is that..?” You stand up and try to cover the painting with your body but the damage is already done. Robert is walking over with wide eyes and curiosity plastered on his face as he tries to look around you. You step aside in defeat as he stares in awe at the painting. “You made this?”

He slaps a firm hand to your shoulder in disbelief and some excess paint from the brush that you’re holding flies onto your face. You laugh softly and look at the painting with Robert. “Yeah- it’s I…” You stumble over your words, heat rising to your face as you try to explain yourself.

“It’s the picture you took of us on our first real date.” Robert is grinning, actual happiness radiating from him as he appreciates your art, really studying the details. “It’s amazing, y/n!” You don’t see Robert let emotions out often, but he seems legitimately touched.

You feel a little embarrassed. “I haven’t even finished the shading, and I messed up your jacket right th-” Robert cuts you off with a kiss, wiping some paint off of your cheek with his thumb.

“Shut your mouth, kid, it’s beautiful.” You giggle and set your paint brush down, pulling Robert back again and smiling against his lips when you think about what Amanda will think when she comes home to both of you with paint on your faces.

Joseph - “Are you painting?” Joseph sounds interested the second that he walks into the room, but he stands back a little. He doesn’t want to disturb your concentration. “I didn’t know you painted?” You step in front of the painting but the look on Joseph’s face is so sweet, and he definitely wants to see your work. You step on of his line of sight. “Is that us?”

You look down at your feet, afraid that he’ll find it weird that you aren’t painting some beautiful flower field or- whatever artists are supposed to paint. It’s a stupid fear, but you aren’t always confident about the quality of your art. “I- yeah, it was supposed to be a surprise but- do you like it?” You set your paint brush down and look back up at him.

“It’s perfect!” Joseph has a smile on his face as he comes closer, running a comforting hand through your hair. You feel a lot calmer almost instantly. He always knows when you need support and exactly when you need it- he can always sense your discomfort. It’s a both blessing and a curse.

“Perfect?” You crack a smile and look at your own painting, laughing when Joseph plants a kiss on your cheek and rests his hand on the small of your back. It is pretty good, but perfect is a stretch. You can see a few mess ups that he isn’t focusing on. But he’s always so positive, and you can’t help but let the energy rub off onto you.

“I love it very much.” Joseph toys eith his phone and snaps a quick picture, most likely to show off later. Sometimes you get embarrased, but you’re always happy when he shows off your accomplishments proudly. “I’ll have to show the kids your painting skills I’m sure they’d love to watch!”

It catches you off guard but you break into a full grin, thinking about how adorable it would be to teach the kids how to paint and get to hang their masterpieces on the fridge. “I- yeah, that would be really nice.”

Hugo - “You paint?” Hugo recognizes that he’s being abrupt and probably startled you when he came in, but he seems eager to get an eye on what you’re doing. He’s slowly inching forward like a kid trying to sneak his hand in the cookie jar. “Can I- if you don’t mind?”

You hesitate and think about saying no and shoving the painting back into the closet to dry, but it’s near-finished anyway, and you can tell that Hugo is on the edge of his seat waiting to see it. “I- just promise not to judge it too harshly- I’ve seen you critique art.” He does know what he’s talking about, you remember going to the art history museum with him and listening intently while he told you about each painting.

He laughs softly and gives you a smile, using a large amount of self control to stop himself from peeking around you. “I’m not an art teacher, y/n, I just appreciate historically accurate art- and good symbolism.” Hugo sees you roll your eyes and motions for you to step to the side. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Okay- it’s…a- well, I-” Hugo crosses his arms when he notices that you’re trying to stall, one of his eyebrows raising in that very authoritative way. He isn’t your teacher, but you feel compelled to listen as you step to the side. “It’s from the aquarium.”

You watch as he stares, his mouth hanging open just a little as he studies every detail. “You painted this?” He gets even closer, but he’s careful not to touch the still drying paint. He looks…amazed. “All of the blues- and the lighting on us, you didn’t even tell me you could do realism!” Hugo stands back up and puts a hand on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I love it.”

You smile, responding with a brief peck on the lips. “You want to watch me paint, don’t you?” Hugo nods and ruffles your hair just a little.

Mat - “Woah, are you painting?” Mat slowly approaches, holding a muffin in each hand. He’s obviously come from the coffee spoon bearing gifts, but he seems more interesting in whatever you’re trying to cover up. “If painting is like your secret talent or whatever, you’ve gotta show me.” Mat lets out a charming laugh

The way he smiles has you moving to the side without a second thought, making an awkward sort of ‘ta-da’ motion towards your art. He nearly drops the muffins, but instead he shoves half of one in his mouth to hold it and sets the other one down next to you. He then realizes what he’s done and marvels at the painting until he can chew and swallow enough muffin to talk. He’s still a little muffled. “Phfyou paintifph thaf?”

You grin and can’t help but chuckle at the way he laughs at himself before swallowing the rest. “Yes, I painted that.” Mat sets the other half of his muffin down and kneels, looking at the painting and resisting the urge to touch it as he stares. You can see the happiness in his face.

“It’s amazing!” Mat stands back up and crushes you in a hug before giving you a kiss, a smile on his face. “You have to submit this to the town art show- maybe even a contest, you know, they give out really cool prizes for winning those and it’s looks so real! No wonder Amanda is artsy and into photography with you for a dad!” Mat trails on a little further but he’s so enthusiastic that you don’t dare stop him.

“I don’t think so, babe.” Mat scratches the back of his neck nervously, and his face starts getting warm. Pet names always fluster him. “I was going to give it to you- it’s been a year since we started talking and-“ It’s your face that starts to heat up now, and you realize that the two of you are a pair of embarrassed idiots at all times.

Mat smiles and picks up the muffin he brought for you, placing it in your hand. “I love it- and I hope this muffin is satisfactory payment.” You playfully push his face away and call him an idiot before biting into the muffin.

Craig- “Are you working on something, bro?” Craig is a little distracted, and he’s holding what looks to be a pretty heavy duffle bag. He’s shining with fresh sweat too, and you know that he’s just come from a work out. You get distracted by his apparent shirtlessness before the sound of his bag hitting the floor brings you back.

He walks closer and you stand to cover your painting quickly. “Yeah- but you can’t, it’s a secret!” You try to sound defensive, but it comes out a little too playful and you end up sounding like one of the twins when they’re trying to hide a mess that they’ve made and don’t want to clean up. Craig fittingly gives a fatherly glare in your direction. You feel like you might be in trouble.

Craig smiles and throws on a shirt from his bag, making his way over to you. “What kind of secret- because in college we told each other all of our secrets.” Craig tries to peek over you and you laugh, standing on your toes. He is right, about the secret thing, but this isn’t that kind of secret. You want to to give it to him as a present and if he sees it now it won’t be a surprise. Or…it still would, just not at the right time.

You slump over a little, defeated. Maybe he should see it, you’re really excited for him to see! Man, you’ve always been bad at hiding gifts until the right time. You slide over and gesture to the painting. “Its not finished but it’s close-” Craig’s mouth drops open and he looks at the art with wide eyes. He seems amazed, and he probably is. You didn’t show off your art a lot in college, so he hasn’t really seen the level of skill you have.

“It’s awesome, bro!” You grin and look with him, admiring your work. He turns to you and lifts you up without a warning, squeezing you in a tight hug in the air before letting you to the ground again. Your life flashes before your eyes but you’re thankful for the appreciation. “I can’t believe you never showed me your art before, I love it!”

“Thank you.” You can’t stop your cheeks from turning red at the praise. “I can show you more?”

“YES!”

Damien- "Y/n, are you painting?“ Damien keeps a respectable distance, trying to make sure that your art remains undisturbed. In fact, he looks a little guilty for startling you with his entry. “May I see?” He stays by the door until you catch your breath, obvious curiosusity on his face.

You turn around briefly and pick up a few brushed that fell when you bumped the easel. “I-I would love to show you, but it uh…it was supposed to be a gift.” You turn back towards Damien with a weak smile, hoping that he appreciates your art. You know that he loves most of the art he looks at, but it’s hard not to judge your own art more harshly than you should. “But, I can show you now.”

Damien smiles and starts to walk closer, but he still looks cautious, like he wants to make sure you’re okay with it. “I can wait if you would like, I understand that art takes time.” He stops before coming close enough to look, but you motion him forward, stepping aside and letting him see. He looks silently for a second, opening his mouth and closing it a few times. “Oh my- this is wonderful!” You haven’t seen Damien so excited in a while.

“Well, thank you.” You can’t wipe the smile off of your face while Damien carefully looks at your art. He reaches over to grab your hand without a word, his grin growing wider. You’re very glad that he seems to appreciate the painting so much, but you’re worried that the meaning is lost without giving it when you were going to. “I was going to give it to you in about week…because that’s-”

“The one year anniversary of our first date.” Damien looks touched, and he has a hand on his chest. “I was thinking about doing something for you, but I wasn’t sure if you were the type of person who remembered dates or if you would find it strange.” He laid his head on your shoulder, sighing and still looking at the painting. “I love it.”

Brian- “Whatcha working on?“ Brian sounds casual, like he’s trying not to sound excited, but you can sense a bit of curiosity in his voice. You’ve learned to decipher his hidden emotions more often than not. "Painting?” You grin and shrug, a little to excited to show of your talent. You were waiting to give it as a gift, but spontaneous is more of Brian’s style anyway, and you’re hoping he likes it.

You wipe a little paint off of your hand and onto the pants you’re wearing, remembering that you purposely wore a pair you only used for painting. You decide to cover the paiting for a moment, letting him sit in suspense. “I am painting, I don’t think you’ve seen any of my art before have you?”

Brian arches an eyebrow and moves in closer, sensing a challenge. You respond by crossing you arms with a smile. All of the rivalry is lightheaded and something you love with him. “No, I haven’t, y/n.” He stepped in even closer, close enough to press a kiss to your cheek, which he does while you laugh. “Can I see?”

You lean back in and retaliate with a kiss on the lips, stepping to the side before he can up the stakes. “What do you think?”

“I think I could do better.”

You give him a soft punch to the shoulder, a laugh bubbling into the air. “Youre lying.”

“I am.” Brian looks a little closer, his grin growing as he studies the painting of him and you. “It’s- it’s amazing, I can’t lie about that!”

“I’m glad you like it.” Brian smiles, and then he goes on about where he should hang it in his house so that the most people possible can see it and he can brag about his boyfriend’s painting skill.

-Mod Arin

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Bucky somehow gets frozen again but only for a very short time cause its Tony to the rescue. When he wakes the only thing he can do is ask what year it is while trying not to panic. Tony goes into mother hen mode.

You Wanna Build a Snowman?

A/N: Gore warning here for those sensitive to that sort of thing. (severed limbs)

“So much fuss,” the man said, and he really wasn’t a man at all,but a boy in his late teens, someone who should never have drawn theunfavorable attention of the Avengers, “for so small a thing.” He reached forthe band of alien metal hanging off the tree-limb. Tony eyeballed the scene;they didn’t have much longer and the waves of ice-golems that the temple hadunleashed as guardians were slowing the Avengers down. Cap went down in a waveof them, then burst up, spinning like a red-white-blue pinwheel, knockinganimated snowmen in all directions.

“Great,” Clint said, climbing up to a better vantage point. Tonywasn’t watching him, mind you, but the HUD was keeping track of where all theAvengers were, mapping out their relative positions on the combat grid. “We’vegot ourselves an old-fashioned Tolkien human wanna-be here.”

“Only a Tolkien geek would be able to pass the Mandarin’s templetrials,” Natasha said. “I am telling you, censorship is not such a bad thing.Or at least, make sure to give them the wrong answers.”

Hulk smashed into the melee and opened up a good third of thebattlespace in a single swipe. Atta boy, Tony thought, darting into thespace left behind by the Hulk and repulsing a good half dozen; where were theycoming from? If he could just close off the spawn point, that would make thisbattle a lot easier. His boots were losing traction on the icy floor; thecreatures bled some sort of slurry ice-water that froze almost as soon as ithit the stone.

“No, what we need to do is make sure the next Mandarin has moreobscure taste in literature,” Sam said. His guns barely made a dent in the iceand snow monsters, and he would have been the perfect person to zip ahead,except the temple was guarded against fliers. Both Sam and Tony were forced to fighttheir way through on foot. It was that or learn to maneuver in space, somethingSam couldn’t do, and Tony would not.

“What we need to do right now is make sure that Frosty the Snowmandoesn’t put a ring on it,” Tony snapped. He was tired of Ten Rings; the oldMandarin had been old, and while not a good man, he’d been mostly retired. Buthe’d gone and done the whole setting up of Makluan temples and tests to claimthe rings. Which would have been fine, maybe, except that this particularMandarin fuckwit had sent out advertisements, telling people the Ten Rings werein play and fucking daring someone to try to claim them.

The Avengers had been chasing over the globe for weeks now,grabbing the would-be Ring Bearers. The biggest problem seemed to be that therings themselves refused to be contained. If a potential Mandarin solved thepuzzles and obtained the ring, he or she could wield it, but if an Avengerplucked it off their smoking corpse, the ring would vanish and reappear in adifferent temple.

Tony scanned the HUD again. A single red star glinted, totally outof the expected path. “Bucky, baby, sweetheart, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Linin’ up th’ shot, kitten,” the Winter Soldier said.

(mobile users, there is a readmore line here)

Tony finally found him, perched high in the ruins, the rip-tear ofvacuum only inches above his head. Had Bucky crab-crawled the whole way, mereseconds away from being suffocated, frozen solid in space? Tony’s HUD indictedan accelerated heart-rate and rapidly rising blood pressure before Friday sentanother cooling wave of chemicals into the pharmaceutical suite. “Boss, head inthe game,” she scolded.

Just what he needed, a babysitting momma duck AI.

Tony found the spawn point, finally, the shimmering faint tracesof extradimensional energy that was letting the ambulatory popsicles in fromwhatever dimensional disaster they’d come from. “William Tell,” Tony snapped.“I need you over here; sticky up this portal before we get more snowpocalypsereinforcements.”

Clint was so good with his aim that Tony didn’t even bother tostop moving in order to let him get the shots in, he just waited until theexternal mics picked up the gentle thrum of Clint’s bowstring and Tony lit upthe sticky substance as soon as it came in. Together, Tony’s flame-thrower andClint’s arrows worked like a sort of double adhering napalm, grabbing thecreatures and melting them to steam. The battlefield was obscured in the thickmists.

Thor whirled his hammer, clearing the fog.

The Mandarin candidate slid the ring onto his finger. He turned,raised his hand, the white Zero band glittering and catching all the light likea fallen star.

“Ha, gotcha,” Bucky said, soft. A second later, Tony heard the boygasp as Bucky’s bullet went right through the kid’s wrist, nearly severing thehand that bore the ring.

A blast of frost, glittering and deadly, shot from the ring as theboy fell to his knees, screaming.

The frost touched the Winter Soldier and for just a moment,everything was fine.

Then Bucky was captured in an icy shell like a diamond, frozen ina moment of perfect horror. The block teetered on the wall.

Tony had seen this, seen it a dozen times or more. If that blocktouched the ground and shattered, there was no hope. Bucky would be broken,irrevocably and unrecoverable.

“No!”

“Tony!” Steve was running, flat out, toward the far side of thecompound, where Bucky was falling; falling.

Steve threw the shield down in front of him, jumped on it like itwas a fucking snowboard, and Tony gritted his jaw, tracing vector angles; firedthe repulsors to give Steve an extra burst of speed.

Steve caught the Winter Soldier just before the ice block hit theground.

“That has got to be the grossest use of a severed hand I’ve evereven heard of,” Clint said.

They’d made that mistake before, taking the ring off the finger ofa Mandarin contender. So this wasn’t the best idea they’d ever had, but it wasthe only one. They took the severed hand, injected it with some of Tony’snanobot suit controllers and Tony was pretending it was just a… very fleshyversion of the gauntlet in order to manipulate the Zero ring in order to thawout the Winter Soldier.

“Man,” Sam said, shoving at Clint’s shoulder, “here I was sure youhad at least a half-dozen uses for a severed hand.”

Clint licked his lips, looking faintly green around the gills. “Ido. This. Still the grossest.”

“Shut up,” Tony snapped. “And back off, One Direction, you are alltoo up in my space here.”

The problem was, he didn’t have any sort of telepathic connectionto the ring itself. From what Tony understood, the very act of putting the ringon did a download of the instruction manual for the wielder.

Natasha was practicing her best interrogation techniques on theOnce and Future Jack Frost, but the kid was still so fucking traumatized aboutlosing the hand (and the fact that Tony had used the unibeam to sear the woundshut so that he wouldn’t die!) that he was barely coherent. Tony was aboutready to start wiggling fingers randomly, just to see what happened, but that…could have unintended consequences, including sending them into another IceAge, so Tony was trying, very hard, to keep hold of his patience. And hopedthat his boyfriend didn’t fucking melt before they could get him out ofthere.

“So help me,” Tony finally snapped, listening to the kid whimperand moan and complain, “if you don’t tell me how to fix this right the fucknow, I will turn you upside down and feed you to the vacuum of space slowlywhere you can feel yourself die an inch at a time. We clear?”

Every single one of the Avengers turned to gape at him; they allknew Tony’s feelings about space, how he’d almost died alone, out there. Thepanic attacks, the sense of dread.

“I’d um… do what he says,” Steve said. “Because none of us aregoing to stop him.”

The boy, eyes eating up his face, made a simple gesture with hisother hand, like catching a ball and twisting his wrist. Friday zoomed in,recorded it, replayed it.

“Do it again,” Tony said. He and Friday analyzed it. The motionwas identical. “You got it Fri? Help me out here, babygirl.”

“You got it, boss,” the AI chirped.

Please work, please work, please work.

Friday grabbed hold of Tony’s nanobots; she’d done it a few timeswhen he was out of commission; the control was part of the Avalon protocols, whichTony had never bothered to explain to the team. He grimaced. At least Buckycouldn’t see what he was doing, because Bucky always noticed stupid shit likethat, and Tony really wanted to put that reckoning off as long as possible.

His brain twitched as Friday ran the protocols up though hisfingers, into his brain, and out through the nanobots.

The severed hand twisted, caught, manipulated the Zero ring’senergy.

Bucky fell to his knees, gasping, soaking wet and shivering.

“Oh god,” Bucky said. He couldn’t seem to move, hands planted onthe cold rock floor, staring at the puddles of water than formed under him.“Oh, god. What… what year is it?”

Tony handed off the hand to Natasha, who cringed away, but tookit, holding it out and away from her by one finger. “Oh, baby, Bucky, hey, hey,hey,” Tony said, the suit peeling back as fast as he could get Friday to shedit. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s only been a few hours, honey.” Freezing watersoaked up into his flight suit as he slid to the ground, pulling Bucky into hisarms.

“Oh, god,” Bucky said, again. He was so cold, his skin was likeice, his muscles moving slow and uncertain. Tony rubbed at his skin, tryingfrantically to warm him. “Tony, I… oh, god.”

“It’s all right, honey,” Tony said. Bruce was there, suddenly,shirtless and holding one of his multiple blankets that they stored on theQuinjet. “Thank you.”

“Give me a hand, here,” Clint said to Natasha, holding out asample bin. “Let’s get our would-be Mandarin off to a nice toasty prison cell.This whole severed hand thing, that might be the way to go. This ring hasn’tvanished yet.”

“Man, I heard of eight heads in a duffle bag, but 10 hands in aring box just seems a bit much,” Sam complained.

“Come on, honey, can you get -- Steve, help me out here,” Tonysaid. Between Steve carrying most of Bucky’s weight and Tony providingemotional support and warmth, they got the Winter Soldier back on the Quinjet.

Bucky was shivering, clinging to Tony with both hands. “Thought…didn’t know. Time passes different, when you’re frozen,” he said. Tonyshuddered. “Your brain don’t slow down none, an’ there’s nothing to tell timewith, no heartbeat, no breathin’, just time and time and more time. I… didn’tknow if’d been an hour or another twenty years. If I’d lost you…”

“I’m right here,” Tony said, squeezing Bucky’s hand tighter. “Iwon’t leave you behind, I promise.”

Bucky tucked his face against Tony’s neck, still cold, stillshivering, seeking Tony’s warmth and comfort. When Tony looked over Bucky’sshoulder, he saw Steve, solemn and stern. “Yeah, don’t you worry, pal,” Stevesaid, acknowledging Tony with a quick nod. “Tony won’t let you fall.”

“Don’t listen to this asshole,” Tony said as Bucky flinched. Stevewas never going to forgive himself for the train. Tony rolled his eyes atSteve; Bucky was back with them, and it was time to let those things stay inthe past where they belonged. “He’s the one that caught you, acting like Disneyon Ice, I swear. I’ll have Friday play the logs when we get back. It was prettyamazing.”

“Wouldn’t have made it there without Tony’s help,” Steve said.

“It was a team effort,” Natasha said. She held a mug of cheapcoffee between her hands. “Here, Yasha, have something warm to drink. It willhelp.”

Yeah, Tony thought, keeping one arm around Bucky’s shoulders whilehe cradled the cup, letting the heat soothe. “We make a great team. I mean, I amthe boss, but…” Tony kissed Bucky’s hair, letting the razzing of the teamgo over his head. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had Bucky in hisarms and one of the Ten Rings on lockdown.

He was going to count it as a win.

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