hiii i wrote this way way back after 5x10 aired from buck's perspective and finally got around to making a little demo that i don't hate :') lyrics under the cut!
lyrics:
your blood on my face
splattered like rain on the sidewalk
your hand reaching out
lips trying to form the shape of my name
i could see it right then
the shape of my life without you
i knew i would hate it
more than anything
ten years ago
bloody bruised cheek on the pavement
ears ringing out
i’ve never felt so alone
five years ago
driving across a new state line every four months
like my body knew it needed
to be where you are
you built me a home here
i let you touch me in places that
nobody else would dare to
you built me into your life behind my back
just in time to take your exit
what am i supposed to do with that?
your blood in my mouth
stuck to my gums like molasses
i still taste your death
when i jolt awake at night, covered in sweat
and i still feel the rain fall like bullets
the night that i tried to dig you out
i swear i will dig us out of here
and we’ll be alright
you gave me a home here
i let you save me in ways i thought
nobody would ever care to
you wrote me into your life then turned your back
you know i would never reject it
but would it kill you to ask?
in the doorway, waiting by phone
just out of reach, just shy of alone
but you know me, i’ll never leave
you can’t hit the ground if you never let go
so i’ll take this, i’ll lap up this scraps
i’ll fake fulfillment until i collapse
and you know me, heart on my sleeve
i swear i’ve been screaming, “please don’t leave”
guess you didn’t hear that
you built me a home here
i let you touch me
you built me into your life
behind my back
just in time to take your exit
what am i supposed to do with that?
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If The Winter Soldier was in Task force 141 — Headcannons
(Aka: can somebody teach these dramatic bitches some communication skills)
Be warned, this has a lot more words than I was aiming for (around ~739). Feel free to send me an ask if you want me to expand on certain scenarios, or send a prompt with these two and I might make a oneshot/drabble!
Contains a brief mention of SoapGhost. This version of Bucky is post Endgame. SFW.
♡ Headcannons below the cut ♡
Nicky Fury, the therapist— and most importantly, the government— come to an agreement with the former Winter Soldier: with the Avengers fizzled out, the world needs heroes now more than ever. And so, finding an excuse to use Bucky's highly trained skills, they stick him in with Task 141, hoping the structure and team bonding will help aid his fractured mind, and hopefully dampen his grief in the process.
Ghost isn't keen on a new recruit. He doesn't like extra men to babysit, and he especially doesn't like being unsure of the rookie's capabilities. It doesn't take long for a silent feud to form between him and the newbie, who refers to himself as "Winter" for a call sign or just "Bucky" if he favors you.
Bucky, on the other hand, admires the leadership and protectiveness Ghost shows to his team. But despite that, he's just as cautious of his abilities— and more specifically: where his trust lies, between Bucky, who hasn't entirely yet merged himself with the team, and between the rest of 141, who share a rich history with the Sergeant.
In the first couple missions, Bucky finds himself frustrated with Ghost's orders. He's held the Sergeant title too, once— Hell, climbing the ranks practically required acting on command without any question. That is, until he was able to make his own decisions again. But Bucky had become accustomed to leading himself, or often following behind Steve (who knew more than anybody that telling him what to do didn't guarantee anything), not to mention the mess of Hydra and everything he did to detach himself from that life— So, he struggles with Ghost's authority, and begins to learn very quickly that challenging the non-red, skull-faced fucker is a bad idea.
On one particular morning, just a few days after their last big mission, Bucky wakes up with no arm. Fortunately for him, it's a familiar feeling of emptiness on one side. He later finds it on a shelf in the common room, displayed like a mantelpiece alongside various weapons, with a little skull etched into the bicep with black grease paint. The worst part? Ghost is the first person to sneak past him in decades. Dramatic motherfucker.
After that, Bucky finds a balance of respect and displeasure for Ghost, and works alongside him in unison. The rest of the team doesn't question his sudden change in attitude: some of them, too, had to get over that barrier, after all.
They bond over a share of books. Bucky spent a lot of his downtime before and after the army reading, and likewise with Ghost. Bucky owned a first edition of The Hobbit before he became a pawn for the Soviets, and Ghost is secretly jealous of it, having lost himself in fictional stories all the time growing up.
They also bond over their shared magnet for idiots. Specifically, idiot teammates with a tendency for causing trouble. Bucky ribs him for not making any moves on Soap, whereas Ghost defends himself with a quiet grunt and often changes the subject to something else.
The biggest thing they oppose on, however, is the subject of masks. Ghost is never seen without his, but Bucky almost never has it on unless they're on a mission, and even then, he occasionally opts out, mostly to blend in when necessary (and to help keep his memories at bay, not that he'd ever say it).
Typically, their favorite past time is sparring. Bucky has never found a non-human that can almost match him strength for strength, and Ghost likes knowing he can throw his all at Bucky without having to worry about the damage it could cause. It's the best training for the both of them; allowing their energy to drain, their skills to improve, and their banter to escalate until one of them is on top of the other, holding them down until a forfeit is called.
More than once, Bucky has been the one on the ground with his arms pinned. He claims he only admitted defeat to, "boost Ghost's ego so the miserable bastard can smile for once," but they both know it's not quite the truth.
They work as a good team and even better rivals. And though Bucky would never admit it out loud, after everything he's lost, he enjoys having an equal again. And Ghost, well... Ghost wouldn't mind keeping him around for a while, that's for sure.
That's all I've got for now! I have a NSFW headcannons draft for these two soldiers' x reader. Lemme know if that's something I should post ;D
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sorry if my oral fixation is showing but like um. I wrote another dreamling fic in which they get sexy <3
MAC baby!
Rating:
Explicit
Summary:
He dreams about Morpheus that night. His lover is dark-eyed and bare-chested, a shimmering black robe hanging off those shoulders to graze his naked thighs. His mouth is dark too; red, glossy, just a touch more bruised than if he had been kissed, maybe they had been kissing — and Hob presses his thumb into that bottom lip, smears it down his chin, brings the stained pad to his mouth —
What he doesn't know is that Dream, king of his realm, is listening. Receiving. Taking in every graze of hand and eye and lip, the fine salt of Hob’s fingers on his own tongue. Hob's being loud and clear, and the Endless is drinking deep from his altar, eyes glinting at the taste.
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In which Hob makes an accidental offering, and Morpheus attends his supplicant.
Read it here on ao3 and lmk if you liked it! <33
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I have an episode idea!
Ok so basically it’s about Shadow deciding to participate in a game show for some reason (my guess either for ego inflating reasons or a prize of some sort like a large sum of money or an ancient mech), but he doesn’t have anyone to fill out his local edgelord duties for him while he’s gone, he can’t have Sonic fill in for him, heavens no, he thinks Tails is like 3 and too young for the job, Sticks is too insane, Amy too pink I guess? And Knuckles is Knuckles. So who does he ask? Silver the hedgehog (and possibly Mephiles too), hilarity ensues.
ALKSDJLAJLFSJALJ HEY THIS COULD ACTUALLY BE AN IDEA i have some thoughts on how to expand upon this concept...... and so i created what you see below instead of making bullet points like a normal person
(takes place sometime after this post and this post)
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"...and because I'm getting paid below minimum wage at my job, I applied for Veggies Gone Edgy," Shadow finished explaining to his audience.
Team Sonic was baffled. Shadow was standing in front of them, wearing sunglasses and yet another Hawaiian shirt and looking as self-assured as ever despite...everything he had just said. Veggies Gone Edgy? Seriously? That one game show hosted by Comedy Chimp where contestants make weapons out of celery sticks and asparagus and kick each other's butts with them?
"Who're you and what've you done with Shadow?!" Sticks demanded to know, brandishing her boomerang threateningly. The Shadow she knew would never resort to using pea shooters! He would just use regular shooters! "Which android are you?!"
One of Sonic's hands shot out to block her from tackling Shadow. He wasn't in the mood to watch one of his team members die. "Shadow, all I asked was why you were wearing that, and that didn't answer anything."
"It's part of the dress code." Shadow raised his sunglasses to rest upon his brow. "The theme for this episode is summer fun."
Sonic nodded slowly, absorbing the information. Forgive him if he was having a hard time reconciling summer and fun with Shadow the Hedgehog. "Okaaaay... and why are you doing this when you don't have to?"
"I told you, you daft idiot. I'm underpaid."
"I think what Sonic meant," Amy interrupted, "was that you don't actually need any more money. You can afford anything you want with what you currently have. You don't have to pay rent or anything, since you live in a cave."
"That's the great thing about living in nature!" Knuckles grinned before holding up a hand. "High five!"
Shadow smacked it away. Knuckles decided that counted.
"Fine, you got me. The truth is, I'm participating because Infinite, that pathetic, grungy, loser mutt who wears that freak mask to hide his ugly mug, applied in a futile attempt to prove himself as a bigger edgelord than me. I'm going to show him who's boss."
The others had no words.
"But because I'm going to be busy being edgy on set, I won't be around to be edgy around the village. Which is a problem," Shadow mused aloud. "Who else will be around to walk around hating everything? That's why I've called you all here."
"You want one of us to fill in for you?" Tails felt like he was picking up on what Shadow was putting down. "I don't think that's--"
Shadow snorted before he could finish. "Chaos, no. I don't need to even consider it for half a second to know none of you fools can measure up to my presence. I called you all here precisely so I could rub in why you're no good."
"Have you ever thought of considering why your attitude is no good?" Amy hissed.
"Never. For starters, you." He pointed a rude finger at her. "Your color palette is the least edgy thing I've ever seen. You're better off masquerading as a pony in some cartoon about friendship."
"Excuse me?!"
He redirected his attention towards Sticks. "You're not it because I don't need people saying that my substitute swims in the local landfill for sport."
Sticks sighed wistfully. "None of you will ever get it..."
"You, fox, are out of the question." Shadow looked down his nose at Tails. "You're 6 months old."
"I thought you said I was 3."
"So, you admit it."
Tails blinked. "Huh?"
"You admit you're 3."
"What? No. I'm just saying you think I'm--"
"You admit you're 3 months old."
"Three months? Nonono, hold on, when did--"
"As for the echidna..." Shadow trailed off as he peered at Knuckles, who smiled somewhat bashfully under his unreadable gaze. After a brief staring contest, the black hedgehog sighed and quickly moved on to the team's leader. "Last but not least, Sonic, you seem like the best option, but..."
"...But...?" Sonic prompted.
"I don't like you."
Sonic resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I saw that coming."
"And people confuse us to be each other enough already," Shadow added. "I don't know why, considering we look nothing alike."
Sonic nodded, a gesture that indicated surprisingly genuine agreement. "Yeah, that's always been annoying. That's a pretty valid reason, actually."
"Speak for yourself." Tails was still pretty put out over how Shadow was under the impression that he was aging backwards. Which was literally impossible, by the way. "If none of us are good enough for you, then who is?"
"No one is. Don't ask stupid questions," Shadow replied. "I know when to settle for less when I have to, though, so I have no choice but to ask someone outside of our usual circle."
Before anyone could ask him to explain himself, he starts making a beeline for the door.
Amy's eyes followed his retreating form. "Where are you going?"
"To destroy the world."
Team Sonic spent no more than 2 seconds freaking out over this blunt admission and getting their weapons out before a portal opened above them and dropped a familiar face in between them and Shadow, who stopped walking as soon as he heard the sound behind him. Still, he didn't turn around.
"Shadow the Hedgehog!" Silver glared, skipping all pleasantries. "I'm from a future where you destroyed the world and I somehow still exist even though my planet doesn't! I plan on stopping you, no matter what!"
"Ah, just the one I was looking for."
He faltered slightly at those unexpected words, but he refused to drop his battle stance completely. "Excuse me?"
"I need you to fill in for my edginess while I'm off participating in a game show." Shadow finally turned around to look him in the eye. "It's imperative that you succeed."
"Wh... Okay, I don't understand a word of what you just said, but why would I help you when you destroyed my world?!" Silver shouted.
"Do this, and your world will be safe."
"Shadow, you did not just create a whole timeline where you destroyed the world only so you could summon Silver here to act like you." Sonic was the first to break the stunned silence that befell his entire group. He couldn't believe this... Actually, never mind, he could. Shadow would do this. He would. "You really couldn't pick someone from the village in our time?"
"Do you think I can rely on any of those nitwits?" Shadow shot back.
"Do you think you can rely on Silver?" Sonic paused before turning to the newcomer. "No offense."
"None taken, but if this will really save the future..." Silver took a deep breath. Shadow wanted him to act edgy, did he? He still didn't get why, but he had a feeling that he shouldn't ask for more context. The Hawaiian shirt was already a red flag by itself. Lowering his voice in a poor attempt at emulating Shadow's own, he exclaimed, "It's no use!"
Sticks could detect any lame, overused meme from a mile away. "You're not funny," she told him, though her words were mainly aimed at the author who had just made him say such things.
"Ah, sorry..."
"We'll work on it. You just need to be in the correct mindset first." Shadow grabbed his soon-to-be replacement by the arm. "I'm taking you to get a dye job. I'm sure it'll help with everything else."
Before anyone could protest, the two of them teleported away in a flash of blue light.
"Guys..."
Sonic, Tails, Amy, and Sticks turned to face Knuckles.
"The more we interact with Shadow, the more I feel embarrassed to know him."
The others found that they shared the sentiment.
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