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boytoyhalo · 5 months

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Fit keeps two journals that he writes in every day: The standard, mandatory daily report journal where he keeps track of weather, maintenance and activity, and his personal diary where he writes more detailed accounts of his days. Phil gave him that one, told him that writing down his thoughts a few times a day would help him heal. Fit's not too sure about all that, but he'll admit it's kinda relaxing to sit out on the rocks at sunset writing down whatever comes to mind. it's usually just pretty objective play-by-plays of whatever happened that day, but still.

A few weeks after he meets richarlyson's "pod" of parents (he doesn't question why they're called that) these peaceful writing sessions gain an audience: two of the weird seals that he keeps seeing, the ones that are a bit too big and a bit too furry to not stand out among the typical grey harbor seals he usually sees. more specifically, it's the smallest of those seals - the one with a back flipper missing - and the light brown one that always seems to accompany it. A pair of mates, maybe? but after a week or so of the seals just. sitting there, watching him write, the light brown one seemingly decides it has better things to do, which leaves Fit with his one-flippered companion. Fit wonders how it's been surviving, but it seems to be managing just fine without it and he's not trained to deal with injured wildlife, so he decides it's not his problem.

One day, Fit belatedly realises that the seal has been getting braver - it's been inching steadily closer to him day by day, until now when Fit looks up from his journal and realises that the thing is only an arms-length from the rock he's sitting on. He stares at it. It stares back at him. "I don't have any food for you," he tells it. It barks a sound at him that sounds almost like a laugh. "Don't laugh at me, that's rude" he's not sure why he's feigning offense, why he's joking around with no one around to hear it but... it's nice. it's freeing, almost, to be able to laugh at himself without worrying about being seen. The seal is tilting it's head at him like it understands, and Fit knows it doesn't, but the next night he's there he talks to it out loud while he writes. he tells it about his day, about Ramon and Richas and his weird new acquaintances - about how he's found unexpected friends in some of them. Funny enough, talking out loud brings out thoughts he hasn't been able to get down with journaling.

on one particularly hard day, maybe the worst he's had since taking the job, he tells it about the war. tells it about how he was recruited right out of school, eager to make a change and protect his country. He tells it about how no one told him why they were fighting, how the war started or what steps were being taken to end it. How he had to learn all of that after going home. He tells it about his fallen comrades, about the enemy soldiers he killed. He tells it how much it hurts to think about, that he witnessed that much death and caused that much of it himself, that he has to live with that and knowing that at the end of the day he wasn't fighting for justice or peace or anything but the interests of the people in power. He tells it that he isn't sure he feels guilty, and that that makes him feel guilty. He tells it how lonely he's been since getting back - all things he hadn't really processed or admitted yet.

"maybe that's why I keep talking to you," he says. "I haven't really... I don't know how to make friends, since getting back. Being out here all isolated... it's nice. I mean, it's nice because it's nice, but also, it's nice just to have an excuse for being alone instead of being alone while surrounded by people, yknow?" He looks at the animal, which is staring up at him with disturbingly human emotion in it's eyes. He looks away. "I don't know. This is stupid, I'm talking to a fucking seal. and I do have friends, I mean... there's phil, there's tubbo. There's richas' parents, though I'm not sure they really count. Only see em for a little bit once in awhile, and s'not like they're there for me." He goes to sleep that night feeling lighter and heavier all at once.

And then the next morning, Pac (and a hesitant-looking mike) shows up with Richas, asking fit if they can help him work today. And not taking no for an answer

#i don't know what this is dude it got away from me after the first word #ignore it #selkie au

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corriganatheart · 10 months

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His Maddest Desire Pt. III (He LOVES her, but she HATES him) Jude Bellingham x reader

Synopsis: She was the opposite of what he needed; the shadow that no one noticed but him. Since the beginning, Jude had always liked Y/N, and his feelings grew every time he saw her. His reputation as a womanizer only makes her question his intention and pushes him away, but that never stops him from chasing after what he wants.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader

Genre: Forbidden romance x Enemies to Lovers x One-sided love x Dark Romance

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing and mentions of sexual contents 🔞

Everyone whispered and stared as you entered the room. They weren’t very secretive about their feelings towards your arrival with Marcus. Most of them were shocked, but many of your sister’s acquaintances were angry or excited about the possibility of you and Marcus. Your brother, on the other hand, nearly choked on his drink while his friends were grinning. Trent looked confused yet pleased about the situation. You had to force yourself to keep walking in the ballroom because, for the first time, the public was eyeing you.

Marcus who has kept his silence was not phased by their judgemental stare. He was as calm as ever, smiling and waving at the people that he knows. Marcus did not mind your sister’s or his friends' constant glares and looked entertained.

Across the room stood your parents, who didn't look pleased by your partner. Your mother glared at Marcus, whereas your dad seemed confused and annoyed by the situation. It must've surprised everyone that your date was none other than Marcus Rashford, who has been in a couple of dating rumors with your sister. It didn't help that Marcus was grinning at everyone who glared down at the two of you.

"Anastasia is going to kill me," you mumbled to yourself, but loud enough for Marcus to hear. "Not if I'm here," Marcus shrugged. You giggled and stood before him, positioning yourself to slow dance with him. “What made you think this was a good idea?” You asked while glancing around the room. Marcus smiles and twirls you around, “the idea of dancing with you has been on my mind for a while now, Y/N,” he says. You looked at him all confused; what is his definition of a while?

Marcus catches your confused face and chuckles. “You are going to be out of high school now. Have you thought of college yet?” He asked. You sighed and shook your head. “I don’t really have a say. My mother will be the one choosing for me,” you mumbled. Marcus smirks and glances your mother’s way. “You are an adult now. I believe you get to choose. The University of Manchester, perhaps?” You laughed and shook your head, “are you trying to recruit me to your city?” You joked. Marcus pauses, and the both of you stop moving.

“Maybe I am.”

Anastasia and Jude walked in after your dance with Marcus. Your sister was eyeing Marcus as he casually sipped on his champagne and avoided eye contact with her. On the other hand, Jude was glaring you and Marcus down and was pretty obvious about it. Even your brother was becoming suspicious of the situation.

"Anastasia, you look beautiful dear," your mother basically lunges at your sister and then at Jude. "Don't you make a handsome couple," she compliments. You tried not to roll your eyes as you glanced at Jude, who was trying not to walk away from your mom. "Everyone is waiting for your first dance," your mother said. Anastasia gently smiles before she glances at Marcus and then faces Jude. You watch as he smiles down at her and places his hands on her hips, squeezing them slightly. Marcus awkwardly shifts next to you, and you glance up at him. He was watching your sister as she made casual conversation with Jude and basically flirted with him.

You know that Marcus has feelings for your sister, but he isn’t aware of it or is in denial. It was ridiculous how much one person’s emotions can affect others. Your sister loves Marcus, but he rejects her from left to right. Jude is very explicit about wanting you, but you keep telling him off, causing him to feel unwanted, angry, and definitely betrayed. But at the end of the day, we want what we want, and there is no running from that.

“They look good together, don’t they?” Your brother says as he happily glances at Jude and Anastasia. You look away from the scene and also avoid making eye contact with him. “Good to see you too, Rowan,” Marcus says in a very unpleasant tone. Rowan smirks and stands next to Marcus. “My sisters are the most precious gem in the world. Don’t mind me finding them the best suitor,” Rowan says before he glances down at you. “And, of course, our previous Y/N will have the best man.”

You rolled your eyes before feeling someone wrap their arms around your waist and pull you to their side. “Indeed she will,” Marcus says. Rowan stares down at Marcus' hand's placement and clears his throat, "I believe my sister owns me a dance," he says and holds out his hand. You signed and looked up at Marcus, who was already staring at you. You smile at him and nod, causing him to let go of you. "I'll come find you later," you said. Marcus nodded and watched as you placed your hand on your brother's and walked to the dance floor.

"You are not going to date him," Rowan says sternly. You frown, and as you try not to angrily step on his toes, "Why not? he's a good guy," you say. Rowan shakes his head, "the guy is very suspicious, and something tells me he isn't here just to court you." Of course, you knew that, and you weren't planning on going anything beyond a friendship with Marcus anyways, but you are curious as to why your brother is getting welled up by him. "Did you both date the same girl or what?" you casually asked. Rowan made a disgusted face and looked over at Jude and Anastasia. "Marcus's type is Ana, and my type is something else," Rowan says, "I just don't like the dude." You laughed and continued to listen to your brother's complaints about his life.

Rowan was funny in his own way and paranoid about guys in our family's life. You believe he has been hanging out with his dad so much that he saw it all. Christian L/N was one of the nation's most powerful and richest men, but he was secretive about everything. He wasn't a good dad but wasn't a bad one, either. Sometimes he put in effort but often sent gifts if he missed out on special occasions. Although you weren't his biological daughter, Christian treated you the same as the rest. He would only talk to all of you when needed and deposit money into all of your accounts every day.

"It seems like Father wants a dance with you," Rowan says as he stares behind your shoulders. You turned around to see your dad approaching the two of you. His eyes were stern, serious, and intimidating. "I haven't been alone with him for so long," you whispered. Rowan stays quiet next to you until your dad finally stands in front of the two of you. "Good evening, Father," Rowan greeted. You awkwardly smile as your dad looks between the two of you. "Rowan, if I may," your dad's deep husky voice says as he holds out his hand for you. Rowan froze next to you and immediately backed up. You place your hand on your dad's, and he guides you into an empty area, slightly away from everyone's ears.

"How is school going?" was the first thing Christian L/N asked his adopted daughter. You thought back to school yesterday, and it couldn't have gone worst. Everyone heard of your sister's birthday party theme and wanted to be invited. "It's fine; I graduate in a week," you said. Your dad nods, and you follow his steps as he guides you through the dance. "Your mother said she chose a college for you; is that true?" he asked. You glance over at your mother, who is already staring. She didn’t look pleased that your dad was dancing with you first. “I believe so, yes,” you said. Your dad hums and continues to guide you through the dance. You take this opportunity to really look at him. He looked really good for a man his age, but you could tell that he hadn’t had a good sleep in a very long time.

“Father,” you said, causing him to focus on you again. “Why haven’t you been home recently?”

Your father sighed, and there was a faint smile on his lips. “I thought you wouldn’t notice Y/N,” he says. You chuckled and shook your head, “of course I would notice. I am your daughter,” you said. Your dad’s eyes soften, “I have been arranging something with the King of Denmark,” he says. Your father then looked towards Jude and Anastasia, and you weren’t sure he was pleased with them. “The king would like to unite our family. Form an alliance and become in-laws.”

You look over at Anastasia, who just finished her dance with Jude. They smiled at one another, and Jude handed her a glass of champagne. She happily took it from him, and they both walked over to greet guests. “I don’t think Anastasia would like that,” you mumbled. Your dad doesn’t respond, and you knew immediately he wasn’t suggesting Anastasia. “I don’t have your blood,” you immediately said, panicking. “But you’re rightfully my daughter,” he responded.

You shook your head in disbelief. This cannot be happening; first, your mom choices where you’ll go to college, and now your dad choices who your husband will be. “The king hasn’t even met me, and I don’t know any of the royal family,” you stuttered. Your dad shakes his head, “Prince Nikolai has seen photos of you, and he chose you over Anastasia.” Your heart starts pounding rapidly, and your breathing becomes heavier as he continues. “I have arranged for you to meet him in three days, and after you graduate, we will announce your engagement.”

Words couldn’t express how scared, confused, disappointed, and angry you were. Your whole life, you’ve given everything to them only for them to use you as a tool for their selfish purposes. You thought that maybe after graduating, you’d have a little more freedom, but if you were bounded to the royal life, you’d be controlled forever.

You look over your shoulders to where Jude was. He happily stood next to Anastasia as she introduced him to her colleagues. Your heart breaks at seeing him with another girl, and a selfish part of you wants to run over there and run away with him. Even if it’s for one night, you want to risk it all with Jude. But you couldn’t because he deserves more. He deserves someone that wouldn’t confuse his feelings and someone who will never take and leave.

“Y/N, are you listening?” Your dad asked. You shake your head and start backing away from your dad. “No, I need some fresh air,” you said. Your dad reaches out for you, but you slap his hand away, causing some people to glare at you. You then stumbled away from him and the crowd, bumping into several people along the way.

The sky was clear today, dark and gloomy. And the air was freezing, but you rather be cold than be in the house. Your dad’s words kept playing in your mind, and you remembered his proposal. If you were to marry the prince of Denmark, then you’ll be away from your mother’s control. But then you’ll have more responsibilities to take on and be in the public’s eyes 24/7. There was no winning in this situation. It was either you lived under your parent’s control or the royal family’s control.

You hug yourself as you try not to cry from frustration. Nothing worked out for you even though you tried hard to be their perfect daughter. This wasn't how things were supposed to be, and you were supposed to go off to college and enjoy some freedom, but because you were nothing more than a tool in their life, you'll be used for their own purposes and desires. It was very unfair.

"You shouldn't be out here alone," a familiar voice with a deep English accent says, and you feel him gently place a warm jacket on your shoulder. "And you shouldn't be out here alone with me," you said while wiping small drops of tears.

Jude sits down next to you, and you smell a mix of alcohol and fresh cologne on him. Your mind told you to look at him because it had been months. But your heart was telling you to run away before making irrational decisions. "Your father has been asking about you," Jude says while looking around the secluded place. "I am assuming he said something you didn't like."

You signed and pulled your knees to your chest, "Christian L/N would like me to marry Prince Nikolai of Denmark," you mumbled. You feel the tension rising from Jude as he tries to stay calm. This subject was hard on him as much as it was on you. "I see your family is quite fond of arranged marriages," he says darkly. You nodded your head, assuming he was watching you because he always does. "My life was already decided for the moment I was born," you said, "I don't get a say in what I want."

Jude's eyes were on you as you discussed your dad's plan. You knew Jude would not do anything irrational unless you asked him. He was loyal and trustworthy, and you have always felt guilty for the pain you have caused him. He was always chasing you, but you have always pushed him away, hoping for a better outcome for both of you. In your mind, Jude was better than anyone, and he deserved more than you can offer. Despite his friends being your brother and his ruthless friends, Jude was the most innocent of them all, and everyone loved him because of it. And getting involved with your messy life will only take away the laughter, sunshine, and happiness in him. Soon he will realize that the girl he wants isn't you and a girl with a much more simpler life.

"Can I hold you?" He suddenly asked, causing you to nearly choke on air. "What did you say?" you asked. Jude smiles at you and opens his arms, "can you hold me? I really need a hug." You shook your head, knowing of his intention. "If you are saying that just to comfort me, then leave it, Bellingham. I don't need your sympathy." Jude doesn't respond; he just smiles and stays holding his arm out. "Y/N, I really need a hug, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?"

You stare at his warm smile and his arms that are asking for you to come in. Sighing and smiling, you wrap your arms around his waist for an embrace, and tears start to roll down your eyes. Jude softly soothes your hair as you cry on his chest. The pent-up frustration and tears kept rolling down nonstop, and you could cry openly in front of someone for the first time. "I want to escape just one day Jude," you cried, causing him to hug you tighter. He whispers reassuring words as you cry on his shoulder and kisses your forehead nonstop. "Let me take you away," he whispers. "I can keep you safe."

You weren't sure if he was being serious, but you nodded your head rapidly, wanting him to do anything he wanted with you. You were tired of playing the perfect daughter and hiding behind everyone's shadow. This time you'll do what your heart desire and be with the man you always wanted. If your family wants to stop you, they can go ahead and come.

"Let's get away from this evil place, love," Jude says before he lifts you up in a bridal style and starts walking away from the mansion.

Note: The next couple of parts will have graphic materials in them, including sexual content, SA, and murder. I originally wanted this to be a romantic short story but decided it fits a twisted and dark romance instead. The ending might shock some people, so I am just warning you with advice. Have a good day :) Thanks for the support!

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beheworthy · 3 years

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He's one of them. Dank Farrik!

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shaynawrites23 · 4 years

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Soulmate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Moodboard is by the wonderful @heloisedaphnebrightmore, go check out her fics as well! They’re every bit as beautiful as her moodboards 😉 And like an idiot, I forgot about the asks I sent 😂 so the header that I’m still in awe of is by @pcseidcnsvoid!

Word count: 1225

Prompt: Soulmate AU

Written for @marvelouslytrekking’s writing challenge!

Bucky Barnes had never despised his soulmate mark as much as he did now. He examined his right hand, turning it round and round. The palm, his whole palm was pitch black. Before the war, before the fall, it didn't bother him.

Now the sight terrified him. For all he knew the reason his palm was black was because he would strike her, either by accident, or after a nightmare, or perhaps sometime when he was not entirely himself.

For that very reason, Bucky avoided meeting new people if he could help it. After all the heinous crimes he committed under Hydra's command, he couldn't bear the thought of harming the one person he was supposed to love- and who was supposed to love him unconditionally- with his own hand. If he had to live through that, he was sure it would kill him.

"Buck? We've got a new recruit, you coming?" Steve's head poked around the corner and Bucky felt a sudden urge to throw a pillow at his stupid, cheerful face.

"No."

The blond heaved a sigh, disappearing from his view and for a moment, Bucky actually thought he might've given up. Of course not. He should have known, Steve never gave up that easily.

"Buck, it's not good for you too stay holed up in this tower, barely seeing other people. Bruce was watching this documentary the other day discussing humans' social needs, and I caught some of it. It was quite interesting. Apparently we are social creatures, and we need contact with others in order to be health.... Buck?"

The man in question had tuned out Steve's speech, instead engrossed in a book. Or at the very least, pretending to be.

"I know you're not actually reading that book."

"And how do you know that, Steve?" Bucky's expression could easily be compared to that of a parent peppered with incessant questions from a toddler.

"If you were, you would know it's titled How to Meet Your Soulmate."

Steve burst into laughter as the brunet instantly dropped the book like he would a hot coal. He then found himself on the receiving end of the infamous Winter Soldier glare, but it didn't stop him.

"Fine, I'll go to your stupid meeting. Punk."

He could hear the laughter in the common room before he even stepped out of the elevator. Steve, oblivious to his friend's inner turmoil, led the way into the group of Avengers circled around someone like pack animals do to protect their young.

The new recruit was a woman. Of course.

His eyes met hers and she smiled, extending her hand for him to shake.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N)!"

"Bucky."

When he made no move to take her hand, she put it back down, seemingly unbothered by his brusqueness.

"Hey, Tin Man, be nice to (Y/N), alright? She's gonna be your buddy on missions, what with you both being snipers and all." Tony slung an arm around her shoulders and she playfully shoved him off.

Great. Partners.

Despite Bucky's curt replies whenever she asked him questions or attempted to have a conversation with him, she didn't get bored and give up. On the contrary, she doubled her efforts to befriend him. On top of that, it seemed to be working. Bucky found himself warming up to her, and that terrified him.

You couldn't sleep. You had just returned from a mission, with Bucky as your partner of course, and as usual he hadn't uttered a single word more than he needed to. Funny, if it had been anyone else, you'd have stopped trying to approach them, but you felt a certain pull to him. Like... like you were meant to get closer to him.

Sighing, you slipped on a pair of socks and padded out of your room. Maybe a nice cup of herbal tea would help you drift off. You yawned, stepping into the elevator, thoughts swarming your mind.

Why was Bucky shutting you out? You knew what kind of terrible things he'd been through, and you knew he felt most comfortable with Steve. But why did he seem closer to the rest of the team than to you? Were you making him uncomfortable? Maybe...

Upon entering the kitchen, you quickly shielded your eyes from the bright light. Apparently you weren't the only one who couldn't sleep.

Blinking rapidly, you allowed your eyes to adjust to the brightness, scanning your surroundings for whichever one of your teammates was still up.

Oh.

You spotted a tall figure, his muscular back facing you. What was it with guys and walking around shirtless? You saw a flash of metal, the familiar whirring of the plates in his arm following soon after.

He turned around to face you and you gulped. You never denied how hot he actually was, but ever since you were young you vowed to save yourself for your soulmate.

"Hey, Bucky. Couldn't sleep?"

He shook his head no. You stepped closer to him in order to turn the kettle on and you didn't miss the way he shied away from you. Just slightly. But you noticed.

"Me neither. Somehow I'm never able to sleep after missions, so I always come make myself tea." You stood on the tips of your toes, reaching for your favorite mug. "It helps."

When he didn't reply, you turned to face him in concern. Bucky was leaning against the counter, staring blankly out the window.

"Bucky? Are you okay?"

“Huh? Yeah, fine,” he muttered, shaking himself out of his daze.

“Do I... do I make you uncomfortable?”

“What? No! Is that what you thought?”

You nodded, and he facepalmed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just tend to avoid people out of habit.”

“It’s alright. I just wanted to know.” You smiled at him, picking up your mug of tea. “It’s late. I should leave you alone. We can talk in the morning.”

You took a couple of steps in the direction of the elevator only to be stopped by a warm hand wrapping around your arm. It sent tingles through your entire body, like tiny electric shocks, though the sensations were rather pleasant.

Sucking in a breath, you turned back towards him. It was the first time he’d reached out to you, either to touch you or talk to you. Your eyes met his electrifying blue ones, eyes that portrayed the same shock you felt. His flesh hand remained wrapped around your arm and he didn’t seem inclined to let go anytime soon. If anything, his grip on you tightened.

“Oh my god.” You were the first to react, setting your tea aside on the counter and reaching up tentatively to brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He didn’t flinch at your touch like you thought he might and you mentally did a little happy dance.

“You’re my soulmate,” you both breathed in unison, the realization finally sinking in.

Bucky released his hold on you, examining his palm in disbelief. The black had given way to an array of colors, shining like the Aurora Borealis. He reached for you, as if asking for a hug and you gladly let him embrace you, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“I’m so, so glad I met you this way,” he murmured into your hair.

“Soulmate.”

Whoo I’m really on a roll here! I hope you enjoyed reading my sudden burst of inspiration!

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writing-mermaid · 4 years

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Siren, part 2 : Concentrating my moves, I'm on a mission

Summary : Y/N is a mutant, a Siren, the last of her kind, with deadly dangerous powers and a hidden past. If most of the Avengers likes and get along with her, Steve doesn’t, and it’s getting worse when Y/N and Bucky become close. After all what can bring two broken souls together if it’s not a dark past.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings : Fight, mention of injuries and blood.

Word Count : 1 643

Square Filled : @buckybarnesbingo : Free square

Author’s note : Second part, I hope you guys will still like it. Thanks for the few responses I had for first part and I hope this will not disappoint you. This story my entry for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan ‘s Little Darlin’s Mystery AU Challenge, the prompt I chose is Siren AU. I also made a library blog in case the tags don’t work, so feel free to follow @writing-mermaids-library and to turn the notifications to know when I post something new here. Don’t forget that feedback is appreciated and really important.

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A little more than an hour later, I make the plane land a few feet away from HYDRA's warehouse.

“So, what's the plan ?”, Bucky asks, looking down at me.

“I don't really know”, I answer, tucking one of my blue strands, one of the results of my mutation, the only visible sign, behind my left ear. So, if you see a girl with Y/H/C hair scattered with blue hair, that's me. “Maybe we just get in, being careful that nobody sees us, take pictures and probably blow up whatever they're up to.”

“Sounds like a plan”, he answers, a half smile on his lips, pushing the button that opens the back of the Quinjet, before going outside, a gun in his hand.

I grab my fight sticks, same kind as those as Natasha has, and follow him. It's a total wasteland. No sign of life except around the HYDRA facility. We silently move to the fence, once there, I take out of my belt a tiny scissor to cut it.

“Lady's first”, Bucky whispers, holding it for me, and I lightly step through the opening I made.

We slowly walk to one of the entries. Bucky slips behind one the guards and knocks him out, while I take care of the second guard, by poisoning him with my fingers with the sleeping poison I have in my body, just by wrapping my hand around his ankle. Well, I hope for him that it's the sleeping poison or in a few minutes, he’s going to be stone dead.

“There are two locks for that door. They have to be open in sync.”

“And they need this”, I say, rising on my feet, with two opening cards in my hands.

“Well done, Siren”, he smirks at me.

“Please, don't call me that, Winter Soldier”, I answer, matching his facial expression.

Siren, that’s the made-up name the Avengers, well Nat, gave me when I was recruited. And she’s right I’m a Siren, the literal definition, or almost. I literally can enchant men and women and kill them. I’m deadly dangerous, even if I look like an innocent and fragile thing, that’s why I have to take suppressors and why I don’t let anyone touch me. The only one that never were affected by my power were my parents and some members of my family, because we shared the same blood.

“Ready ?”, he asks, and I nod, “one, two, three.”

We slide the cards at the same time and the door opens. Bucky looks inside, before nodding towards me, a silent way to say that the pathway is clear. We both step inside and look around, Bucky with his assault gun between his hands, my glowing sticks in mine. We progress in the facility silently, trying to not get detected by HYDRA's henchmen. Bucky opens the path and I follow him, watching our back. We finally step into a huge room, full of alembics.

“What the hell is that ?”, I hear Bucky whispering.

We progress in the room, looking closer at the see-through containers. Some are full of a transparent liquid, the others of some kind of colored gaz.

“I don't know”, I murmur back, “but I'm not really reassured by this.”

A loud bang makes Bucky grab my arm and suddenly, I'm trapped between a wall and his toned, muscular body. I raise my head and my gaze crosses his bright blue eyes.

“What...”

He shushes me by putting a finger on his mouth, ordering me to stay silence. I hardly dare to breath.

“Fuck, can't you be more careful with this ?”, a male voice yell.

“Sorry, it's heavier than I thought”, a second male voice answer. “Anyway, what's in that ? What's that gas ? Is it dangerous ?”

“I don't know, but look it's leaking, you might have unscrewed the plug”, the first one tells his comrade. “Seriously, we were just supposed to take this from point A to point B, but you had to drop it. Now put the cap back on and stop asking stupid question.”

I breath heavily, afraid to be discovered, because, I'm less stealth than Bucky, when he's at least two or three times bigger than me. I can almost feel every muscles of his body against mine through my suit. Bucky must feel my panic because he takes one of my gloved hands in his, plunging his eyes into mine. The two HYDRA hands men finally leave, and he steps back.

“It was a close call !”, he says.

“Yes, thanks.”

I walk past him and try to see if something is written in front of the containers. I can hear Bucky sighing behind me.

“This thing smells strange, don't you think ?”, he questions me.

“No, I don't think it smells weird”, I answer, trying to have a clue on what are the gas and liquid stocked here. “I don’t even smell anything, just HYDRA’s awful smell.”

I continue to look around. There's no clue about anything. Suddenly, a pair of lips are attached to the nape of my neck.

“What the hell are you doing Barnes ?!”

“You smell so good. You're intoxicating me”, he says, burying his nose in my hair.

“Let go of me”, I hiss, trying to unhook his arms that he snaked around me.

“Come on”, he adds, “I want it and I know you do too”, he slide his left hand to my arm in order to lift my sleeve to touch my skin.

“Stop it !”, I clench my teeth, knowing that I can’t get rid of the man who at least weight three or four times my own weight.

“You’re driving me crazy, that smell, of yours, I can’t resist it.”

And it clicks in my head, the last time I heard this was before I had suppressors, before those who worked, a scientist said those exact words to me, and everything his clear. That gas is made of either my blood, either my cells. This has exactly the same power as I do, the one that makes everyone uncontrollably attracted to me. I try to make up a plan to get rid of Bucky without hurting, or worst, kill him. The dots of my brain connect quickly with an idea.

“Actually”, I tell him, turning in his arms, “I think you have read my mind and you and I can have a little fun, don’t you think ?”, I wink at him seductively, sliding my hands on his strong arms. “So first, why don’t you kiss me”, I whisper, approaching my face to his, my lips grazing his.

My left hand stays on his right arm while my left hand finds its way on the back of his neck. He leans towards me and I push a little on his nape to force him to lock his mouth to mine. His lips are soft against mine and I’m surprised about this, I never thought that Bucky Barnes would have such soft lips. His lips are moving against mine and as I did for the HYDRA hand man, I concentrate to make him sleep, or Steve Rogers will have one more reason to hate me. Well, I think that the fact that I put his best friend to sleep by a kiss during a mission might be one too. After a few seconds, I feel him stumble towards my body. I try my best to catch him before he falls flat on his face.

“Sorry Barnes”, I murmur, “but you didn’t give me a choice.”

I manage to drag him behind one of the alembics, praying that no one will find him or that he will wake up too soon and try to jump on me again. I pull out of my pouches a few bombs and their detonators. I start to place them around the tanks, moving as fast as I can and program them. Five minutes should be enough for me to pull Bucky outside and go back to the Quinjet.

“Ok, now let’s take care of you 1940’s man”, I state, turning to where I left Bucky before setting my bombs.

I grab his metal arm and start to haul him to the Quinjet. He is heavy and I do this task as fast and as quietly as I can. I finally manage to go back to the fence and push the soldier through it. I take a look at the device connected to the bombs’ detonators, I have a few seconds now before the bombs explode. I go back to my burden and pull him again to the jet. I don’t see on the way back the two men we knocked out when we arrived, and to be honest, I don’t really have time to think about it. I don’t even reach the jet’s door when the warehouse explodes throwing me a few meters away from Bucky’s sleeping form. I land badly on my right hand felling it twist under my weight, and blood flowing from my left hand. Maybe I shouldn’t have put so many explosive blocs, but I wanted to be sure that everything would be destroyed. I can’t straggle, I have to put Bucky in the jet and leave that place before HYDRA’s men come after us. I go back on my feet and manage, clenching my teeth because of the pain, to pull the Winter Soldier again, the blood of my hand drenching his sleeve. I open the jet’s door with the button on my belt, bless Tony for that, and pull a little more my sleeping partner. I abandon him on the ramp, heavily panting while the door closes. I can’t even breathe for a second because I know that we have to leave now. I take back my place behind the commands and take off.

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This is Cody Posey. Cody murdered his entire family when he was 14 years old; a few years later, at age 21, he was released back into society.

Cody had been living on a ranch in Hondo, New Mexico with his father, Delbert "Paul" Posey, his step-mother, Tryone, and his step-sister, 13 year old Marilea Schmid. From day one Cody's life had been troubled; two electricians would later recall doing some work for Paul when Cody was approximately 18 months old; apparently baby Cody did something which his father didn't appreciate, and Paul took his belt off. The electricians claim they had to physically pull the man off of this baby. Cody's biological mother, Carla Burst, couldn't deal with the abuse, she left Paul pretty early on. A bitter custody battle which stretched out over the years ensued; Carla finally gained full custody after Cody was beaten black and blue with a board by his father. The boy was thrilled to be with his Mama, but tragically Cody's happiness would only last a few months; there was a roll over car wreck which took the life of Carla Burst. Cody begged and pleaded not to be placed with his father, but that's precisely where he was sent.

From here on out Cody was abused each and every single day. The boy was beaten and forced to work 7 days a week on the ranch, from dawn to dusk, often without any food at all. But simple beatings and work wasn't the worst of it, Paul was sadistic bastard; he used an electric cattle prod on his son, beat the child with a lasso, dragged him behind a horse, and this is only some of the physical abuse in which this child withstood! Sadly Paul's wife, Tryone, was no better, and even Cody's stepsister was recruited to join in on the abuse; Marilea was rewarded for telling her parents whenever Cody did something his father wouldn't approve of. Even at school Cody could find no solace; he was watched like a hawk by his perfect stepsister who was just slightly younger than him, and beaten for every and any little thing. For Cody there were no buddies to hang out with, no football teams to cheer for, no days spent riding around on his bicycle, no little girlfriends to crush on. Cody was nothing more than an unpaid ranch hand and his father's whipping boy, and that's it. Well, I say unpaid, but that's not completely true: Cody was allowed ten dollars per month. Paul cashed the monthly SSI checks which Cody received from his mother's death, yet the boy reportedly worked every single day for months with holes in his boots until he could save enough allowance to purchase a new pair of work boots! Yes, child protective services was called several times throughout the years (I read somewhere that the abuse was reported 7 times!) but nothing was ever done; it's just one of those cases where everyone dropped the ball.

All of this went on for years, and maybe the teen never would've retaliated but Tryone and Paul finally pushed the boy too damn far. You know that old saying: There's only so many times you can kick a dog before he bites back? Cody finally bit back. On the evening before of the murders, 4th of July in 2004, Cody claims he was called to his parent's bedroom; when he walked in to see what was required of him, Cody found his stepmother, Tyrone, laying completely naked in her bed. Paul ordered that Cody be intimate with Tryone while he watched, and his nude stepmother attempted to pull the teen to her chest. When Cody refused, his father burnt him on the shoulder with a scrap of metal and a torch! The teen bit Tryone, an act for which Cody was burnt by his father once again. He somehow managed to get away from the situation, the teenager ran to his bedroom where he claims to have cowered in fear the rest of the night. Paul and Tryone had been abusing this young man for years; they'd beaten, tortured, isolated, starved, and humiliated him, but they would not sexually abuse him. In the morning Cody went out to perform his usual duties which included cleaning out the horse stalls. He wasn't performing this "chore" quickly enough, and his father slapped him; Cody later testified that this was when "I more or less lost my mind", it's thought that the teen likely dissociated. Cody grabbed a .38 Special out of his sister's saddlebag, went into the house, and walked up behind his step mother who was nestled up on the couch with a book; the teenager blew a couple of holes through his female abuser's skull. When his father and step sister heard the gun blasts they immediately ran to see what was the matter; the teen shot Paul, then he turned the gun on his sister. How could he leave Marilea alive when it had been her job in life to tattle on him for everything? When his family was dead, the teen loaded the bodies up in a backhoe, dumped them in a ravine, then covered them up with piles of manure. That right there says a whole heck of a lot about the way Cody felt, doesn't it? He physically buried his family in actual crap! Afterwords the teen discarded the murder weapon in a local body of water, drove his murdered father's vehicle to the store for a bottle of Sprite, then he went off to stay with a buddy until his arrest.

So the ranch was owned by a well known local reporter named Sam Donaldson, and by the 6th of July Sam had grown concerned. Paul had been strangely silent, so Sam and his wife decided to drive out to the property and see what was going on. Though Cody had buried the bodies in a crappy shallow grave, he hadn't even attempted to clean up any of the blood or gore; after walking into the home Sam called police. Cody was promptly arrested and charged with triple homicide, crimes to which he quickly confessed; the three corpses were soon recovered.

Much of the abuse in which Cody had survived came out during trial; literally dozens of witnesses testified on the teenagers behalf. A ranch hand named Isabel Vasquez testified to having seen Paul hit Cody in the stomach and shoulder with a pipe for no reason whatsoever, he had watched Paul strike the teen with rocks the size of golf balls, and in the photo I'm enclosing Isabel is demonstrating how Paul used a large metal hook to punish Cody for not moving bales of hay quickly enough.

The physical and emotional abuse was backed up by many witnesses, but of course nobody had been around during the attempted sexual abuse. That said, there's evidence which points towards it being the truth: during the investigation police discovered incestuous pornography on Paul's personal computer. This type of porn, much of it parent/child incest, had often been frequented while Cody and his sister were at school.

Sandy Schmid was Paul's second wife; the two had been married for 5 years while Cody was little. Sandy testified that Paul had always been abusive, and while she was living in the home she had done her very best to protect her stepson from his father's wrath. Sandy also stated that Paul had always had a strange obsession with incest porn. Nearly everyone begged the judge to have mercy on this young man, including the biological father of Cody's murdered stepsister; Marilea's dad, Jake Schmid testified on his daughter's killers behalf! It's a strange situation though, because Jake knew Cody pretty well; Jake had married Paul's second wife, Sandy, so when Jake would pick up Marilea for weekend visits, Cody would come with and spend time with the stepmother. Jake stated on the stand that he had always believed Paul to be abusive towards Cody, that he'd seen fear in the boy's eyes more than once when it was time to go home; Marilea's father also said that he did not hold any ill will towards the young man for what he had done, he felt nothing but empathy for his daughter's killer.

Now not everyone felt sorry for the teenager; the state claimed that Cody's abuse was widely over exaggerated. Their case was that Cody had become angry after his father smacked him as punishment for not cleaning out the horse stalls quickly enough, and they submitted seemingly happy family photos as proof that there had been no ongoing abuse. One of the few witnesses for the prosecution was Verlin Posey, Paul's brother. Verlin claimed that he had never noticed any abuse, nor did he ever see any bruises on Cody. Verlin was seemingly pleased with the idea that his nephew would be spending his life in prison: "One lifetime in prison is a pretty small debt for three.".

Cody was convicted of 1st degree murder in the case of his stepsister, Marilea, 2nd degree murder for killing stepmother Tryone, and manslaughter in the case of his father, Paul. There were also 4 charges of evidence tampering; Cody was looking at life imprisonment. Apparently it was left up to the judge to decide whether the teen was sentenced as an adult or a youthful offender. After hearing all of the evidence in this case, the judge had mercy; Cody was sentenced to psychiatric treatment, and to remain in a juvenile facility until he turned 21 years of age.

In September of '06 a couple of Paul's relatives (I'm willing to bet it was his brother, Verlin) filed a wrongful death lawsuit against the creators of the video game Grand Theft Auto and Sony, among others. In a nutshell, they claimed that the teen had been trained to kill by the video game GTA.

While incarcerated the teen finished highschool and continued his education with college. On October 9th of 2010, which was Cody's 21st birthday, he was released; today he is free, and that's pretty much all we know. He's blending in somewhere, presumably living amongst us.

*I usually *try* to leave my opinion at the door, so to speak, but it's not really possible in this case; this is one killer who I would not mind living next door to me. There is so much abuse which was witnessed by people, so much was left out of this article. They isolated and abused this kid in every way possible. Anyways, I hope Cody is faring well out there, and that adult life is kinder to him than childhood was. Everyone has their breaking point, right? Have you ever thought about it? What could drive you to murder?

#true crime #killer kids #murder #mass murder #murderer #what do you think #what would you do #abuse #child abuse

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