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I see a lot of posts about solarpunk aesthetic that are basically just cottagecore, but you still have an iPhone and you water your garden with a cute little drone.

And that’s fine! I get why people like it. A hopeful, optimistic green utopia that thoughtfully blends technology with stewardship of the land.

However. I, personally, find that pretty boring.

I want to write solarpunk that’s heavy on the “punk.” An ecodystopia. Most cyberpunk dystopias feature extreme class distinctions and heavy cybernetic modifications, and I want to write about an equally bleak world where the subjugation is from a hideous runaway ecosphere. We screwed the planet, it’s screwing us back.

Concept: We tried geoengineering away global warming, and failed. The dominant form of life on earth is a globe-spanning mat of chemosynthetic iron-oxidizing bacteria, designed to sequester CO2 from the atmosphere and seeded by dumping massive quantities of iron dust into the ocean. They worked a little too well, and started chewing up our cities into acidic swamps as the oceans kept rising and flooded the coasts. They extract iron from bedrock. Slowly, mountains crumble.

So, no metal infrastructure. We engineered city-trees instead. Unfortunately, we’d already darkened the skies to keep sunlight from hitting the ground – an anti-greenhouse, built far too late. The bacteria don’t care, they’re chemosynthetic, but the trees don’t have enough light to photosynthesize properly. They need glucose.

Blood glucose is currency, and your taxes feed the city-tree. Your monorail fare is extracted from your blood by root tendrils. If you try to jump the turnstile, watch out for the security wasps. Your meager paycheck is payed out in injectable ampoules of glucosaline solution. There’s not enough to go around. Watch out for the black market stuff. If you’re lucky, the worst you’ll get is a raging MRSA infection. Everybody is hypoglycemic and mineral-deficient, but with a diet made primarily of iron-rich processed algae, at least nobody is anemic.

The criminal system is “reformed.” No more prisons, just a parasite infusion that saturates your brain and compels you into doing the dirty grunt work — scraping toxic algae off the city-trunk, sewage maintenance, arsenic reprocessing. Allegedly, the process is reversible.

The tree grows roots into your veins while you sleep. They retract when you wake up. Usually.

But at least you have it better than that fungal village on the horizon. The city-tree just wants your blood, but the mycelial citizens are not quite human anymore. Don’t get too close. Don’t let them breathe on you. Don’t listen to their songs.

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Could you please, please write something for Yandere Hobie! Anything ♡

Yandere profile: 𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗

Hobart "Hobie" Brown aka Spider-Man or in a much more reduced measure, known as "Spider-Punk" from earth █████ is the 004 subject to be recognized as an unstable force.

He is a mild concern, as his tendencies seem to spread slower than other specimens.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐞: 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭.𝐞𝐱𝐞

𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩?

Despite suffering from the interdimensional disease known as "lovesickness" [temporary name] Hobie Brown rarely displays affection in a conventional way, preferring to casually initiate physical touch as opposed to big gestures or traditional performances of love, however, he makes the difference between platonic affection to his mates and his lover very clear

𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Quite bloody in fact. He has shown to not be above murder under the mantle of Spider-Man, nevertheless, his judgement of who "deserves" death and torture get severely clouded under the spell of the love sickness, he won't usually kill out of jealousy, but out of protectiveness, he considers jealousy to be petty and confidently thinks he can earn his lovers affection even with competition in the way.

𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙮: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙? 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢?

It is extremely difficult for Hobie to end up in a situation where he would kidnap his lover, but if it were to happen, he would do it knowing its at the cost of their love, even someone as manipulative as him knows that doing something so vile is not easy to "manipulate away", and he wouldn't want a partner with stockholm syndrome, so a kidnapping would not be a culmination of his obsession, but a downfall, and as painful as it'd be, he'd accept all the things they have to call him

𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘼𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜’𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡?

Like mentioned above, the abilities and tactics used by the subject, are of the psychological variety, so he could manipulate his lover to tolerate, accept or normalize his behaviours, but that's as far as he'd go. To him, there's nothing more foul than the patriarchal desire to find a love who's free only to cut their wings off and get the credit for "taming" their subservient partner. However, he would continue to kill people he considers are a threat or "undeserving" of his beloved, even if that upsets them

𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Completely vulnerable. Even if he tries his best to have the upper hand, he's completely vulnerable and he embraces it, turns it into part of his arsenal

𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠?

The subject's organism seems to be fighting the disease very strongly, allowing him to preserve his sanity, he would not be violent towards his target, much less be upset by them reacting negatively to a negative situation

𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚?

It is not a game. He understands the abnormality in his feelings and behavior, and tries to keep his beloved safe from this. Opposed to his regular behavior, where he enjoys teasing and having control, he would not enjoy seeing his partner scared or severely psychologically scarred

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢?

Most likely finding him engaging in his violent "night activities" with someone they know or even cherish

𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧/𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Lives in the moment, from what we have observed in variants, he doesn't plan a future and accept the various outcomes that his partner's wishes bring

𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮: 𝘿𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨? 𝘿𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙚?

Does not see jealousy as a valid emotion, and considers it disrespectful to the bond with his beloved, he is protective, maybe overzealous on keeping them "safe"

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Affectionate, in different levels, but always sweet, maybe too much on the teasing side

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

He seeks to impress, he wants to prove himself worthy of his lover's admiration, there is an undertone of both adoration and ego on his part

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙠: 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚?

He doesn't see his sneaking around as a mask, in his mind, he's just taking care of his partner by keeping them safe, and trying to reduce possible stressing or upsetting news, though he may gaslight if he's sure his actions will drive his partner away

𝙉𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

As of today, date ██/██/█ no infected variant of the subject has shown to be prone or even have performed a punishment on their partner

𝙊𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Only to freedom and socialization in the extreme case where he deems the world "too dangerous"

𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Very patient and understanding of the less than ideal situation, as he is able to retain self awareness and (arguably) his sanity, stronger than average

𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙩: 𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣?

Depending on the circumstances of their death, he would either become lucid due to shock and possibly end his own life, or lash out his anger even more towards the outside world, (if he considers them responsible for their demise).

In the case they escaped, he continues to stalk and protect from the shadows

𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩: 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤?

Possibly one of the most guilt-riddled specimens

𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙢𝙖: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 (𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙚𝙩𝙘)?

The lovesickness [temporary name] is an opportunistic pathogen that causes alterations in behavior, as well as other symptoms, like delusions, hallucinations, paranoia, anxiety, and the most prevalent one, intense feelings of "love" directed at their "target", this can manifest as a sense of possession, or need to incorporate/merge into their darling.

We have not been able to establish what triggers this illness, it seems to be triggered after certain traumatic or shocking events described as "canon event" [see document attached] but others simply appear without a clear catalyzer

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢, 𝙘𝙧𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙/𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨?

He resents himself deeply for any distress caused to his target

𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚: 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚?

As I have mentioned throughout the report, he is very self-aware, and his immune system seems to be very zealous when fighting the disease

𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙚: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚?

His sense of justice

𝙒𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙙: 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙓𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙏𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Possibly, however it's not ever his goal

He adores his darling as the very incarnation of hope, progress. He sees in them the potential and light he wants to save in this world, as the sickness progresses, he will change his mind to "wanting to protect them from the world"

𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣: 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥?

The amount of time it takes for the lovesickness to set in, is unfortunately unknown yet

𝙕𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙝: 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

No.

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the-kr8tor · 7 months

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I’m feeling in a really wintery mood today, so may I suggest for fluffy friday TTN hobie x reader as kids playing in the snow during winter break from school?

(Love your hobie x readers btw! Especially ttn!)

AHHH A TTN REQUEST I LOVE U FOR THIS ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you!! I'm glad you like my lil series 💕

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader, Fluff

TTN! Hobie is based on my series ❤️

It's Fluffy Friday!

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You build a fort with snow, walls almost as tall as you, cold biting at your bare hands. Maybe you should've taken your winter gloves with you. It's too late now though as Hobie places his finishing touches on his side of the battlefield. The tip of his tongue poking out from his lips, brows furrowed in concentration. He's bundled up nicely compared to you, missing your gloves.

"Hurry up, Gromit!" Hobie pats the last bit of snow on his fort, hands already forming his first snowball.

"I'm trying!" Briskly trying to complete the fort, it looks wonky on the side. You huff in annoyance.

"Need help?" Hobie asks with a snicker, you glare at him across the snow covered field.

In retaliation, you hastily mold a snowball in your hand, hiding it behind the wall. It's not a perfect shape but it'll do. Aiming for his head, you throw it with a grunt. The snowball flies across, hitting Hobie square in the face.

"Ack!" Snow slides on his skin, wiping it clean off, revealing his mischievous smile, fiery eyes staring at you. "I'm going to destroy you!"

You screech, wide smile on your face as you duck away from Hobie bombarding you with snowballs.

It was a fight to the death, giggles and laughing sounding out in the cold winter air. Hobie gets numerous hits on you whilst you focus on precision, hitting him where it hurts. His fort tumbles down from your pelting, leaving him unprotected.

He gasps out in realization, you laugh triumphantly, arms at the ready to throw your arsenal.

"You cheeky–" Hobie gets cut off by your snowball smacking him on his temple. You laugh like an evil villain. "That's how it is, huh?!" He runs towards you at full speed, snow crunching under his footsteps. Hobie grabs a handful of snow on his way.

Your eyes grow wide, yelping as he grows closer, running for dear life. Unfortunately for you, your opponent has longer legs, he catches up to you in seconds. Feeling ice sliding on your back where Hobie pushed snow inside your thick jumper.

Yelling, you try to take out the ice from your clothes, jumping and wiggling about. Hobie guffaws on the sideline, clutching his stomach in laughter.

Finally getting rid of the snow in your clothes, you tackle Hobie while he's distracted. You two tumble in the snow, bringing your frozen hands to his cheek. He shrieks at the cold making you copy his earlier laugh.

"Why aren't you wearing gloves?!" He howls out, pushing you off.

You fall on the thick snow, giggling as he fists your jacket collar. Sticking your tongue out, you try to rile him up more. "I forgot it"

"Y'know you could get frostbite from that" He tries to scare you.

"Pssh, no, I won't" you roll your eyes.

"Yuh uh, then I have to cut your fingers off just to save your hands!" He takes your hand pretending to chop it off. That does it for you, gasping in fear of losing your fingers, how are you gonna draw without them?

"Noooo!" Sitting up, you rub your hands together in a futile attempt to warm them up.

"That's not gonna work, here" Hobie takes his gloves off, putting it over your frozen hands for you.

Heart warming at the scene, you let Hobie give you his gloves. "Thanks" he lets out a quiet 'sure', "softie" you continue, he flicks your wrist at your quip.

"You want hot chocolate? I have some at home" you ask, eyes twinkling.

"Sure, but no milk for me" Hobie stands up, extending his hand to help you up.

You take his hand without question, clouds puff out of your cold lips as you beam up at him. "Let's go then! I have tiny marshmallows for it"

Hobie follows you with a wobbly smile.

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

Bucky was a known troublemaker — he made it a habit to stir and cause mischief whenever it was possible.

It was also known that the number one victim of such atrocities was James, the ever-stoic shadow of a man that put up with far too much, and then there was you; a hopeless bystander to the crimes that Bucky committed.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➣ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ➣ 1.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ➣ fluff, implied spice, crack, Bucky is a bad influence and a little shit

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ➣ Do you guys know the googly-eyed Winter Soldier gif from the cosplayer, @jaxsonwolf? You're welcome. 😌

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ➣ bad guy by Billie Eilish

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ➣ @rookthorne's Fright Night — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It all started the moment Bucky laid eyes upon that gag gift in the department store.

You were out with the brute, just the two of you, while James stayed at home — content to peruse his arsenal and maintain it to his degree of perfection. There were a few moments that you insisted he come with you, but he remained immovable and as stubborn as always.

“You two go have fun—I will be here when you return,” James said, waving his hand in a way that left you huffing and pouting at the dismissal. He looked at you then, and tilted his head. “Go on. You will be back before you know it—just keep Bucky away from the Halloween section. For your sanity.”

“I heard that, punk,” Bucky called from the door where he stood waiting — dressed in his signature jeans and leather jacket that concealed his sidearms. “Kisa, let’s go, c’mon—leave Jamie to brood in peace.”

James glared at Bucky and muttered some kind of threat under his breath, then he looked at you, much softer around the eyes. “Go. I will be fine.” He moved forward and brought you to his chest, then he kissed your temple. “Behave for Bucky, yes?”

“Okay,” you conceded, admitting defeat. “Don’t blow anything up.”

“Such incompetence is beneath me, you lisa,” James huffed.

With a kiss blown in his direction, you walked to the front door and followed Bucky out to the car parked in the garage. The drive to the shops was uneventful and short, as was the stroll into the mall where the shop you had zeroed in on. Bucky walked beside you, holding your hand in his as he rubbed your knuckle with his thumb absentmindedly.

The two of you walked hand in hand around the store, taking in the decorations for Halloween as you went, and try as you might, Bucky was not dissuaded from the aisles that held the many Halloween props and candy. “Buck, no—James said no, come on,” you insisted, pulling his hand.

“In case you haven’t noticed, doll, Jamie isn’t here. And I think he deserves a treat,” Bucky said, and you stumbled when he pulled you a bit too enthusiastically towards a display of hats. “Come on. He’ll love it.”

“I doubt that,” you mumbled.

Bucky came to a stop just in front of the display, and you watched with mounting apprehension as he eyed the set of glasses just next to the hat stand. They were ridiculously comical — set up to look like a giant pair of googly eyes the size of a melon. “Bucky,” you warned, seeing the curl of his lips. “No. Don’t do it.”

Let it be known that the brute could never be convinced to leave well enough alone if he even sensed an inkling of mischief.

“He’s going to kill you,” you warned, staring at Bucky’s profile as he drove the car into the garage an hour later, and he cut the engine. “He really will.”

Bucky smirked and looked at you. “And you get a kick outta seein’ him mad, don’t you?”

“Excuse me!” you spluttered and your jaw fell slack. “What the hell-”

“You’ll have your fun, don’t you worry, sweetheart,” Bucky teased, and he slid out of the driver’s seat to stand and stretch.

You groaned inwardly and stood from your seat, dreading down to your very core the moment that you would walk through the front door to see James standing there — seeing his expression morph from being happy to see you home, to something akin to frustration at his partner’s lack of comprehension nor respect.

Slowly, you followed behind Bucky as he walked to the front door, bags in hand, when he called, “Jamie, babe! We’re home!”

“It is about time,” James said loudly from what sounded like the kitchen. You held your breath when you heard his footsteps nearing the corner — he’d see, any moment now — and you braced yourself for the impending fallout. “Did you get anything for-”

Only, the fall out you expected didn’t come.

“What is that?” James asked, pointing at the googly-eyed glasses that were purposefully sat at the very top of a bag. His gaze went from your sheepish expression to Bucky’s beaming smile. “What is that, Yasha?”

“Happy Halloween!” Bucky cried, putting down the bags in favour of holding the glasses out to James, whose expression had gone blank. “C’mere, babe. You’re gonna look fantastic in them.”

To your absolute and utter shock, James’ face stayed impassive as he stepped forward — albeit like he was walking to his own execution — and he stood, still as stone, as Bucky placed the glasses on his nose and over his ears.

“There we go,” Bucky said, tongue moving over his teeth as he concentrated on arranging James’ hair around the arms of the glasses. “Perfect.” He stepped back, and his absence allowed you a glance at just how James had taken this ordeal.

You couldn’t even comprehend what stood in front of you before you burst into laughter. To his credit, James stood there, a slight frown on his face as his head moved side to side to show that he was looking between you and Bucky. Every movement of his head shook the glasses and the giant black pupils that were encased in them.

It only made it worse. You were wheezing and bent over double as you struggled to regain composure, and Bucky was fairing no better.

“You look fuckin’ ridiculous!” Bucky coughed, trying mightily to gain a semblance of normalcy. “Oh my god, lookatchu!”

“I do not see what is so fucking funny,” James huffed, and he put his hands on his hips, completely and utterly oblivious to how such a posture would make him look even more comedic. Then, he shook his head, sending the black circles into a frenzy.

Bucky fell to the floor as his knees buckled from laughter, and you fell on top of him. You could barely breathe through the spasms of your chest, but you couldn’t bear to take your eyes off of James as he stood over you; his arms now crossed over his chest. “You two are impossible.”

The house was filled with Bucky’s laughter and your shrieks when James stalked off back to the kitchen. “I will get you both some water so you do not die on me.” When he turned the corner into the kitchen, you managed to sit up and Bucky followed, still gasping for breath. The few seconds of peace did not last, however.

James rounded the corner, two glasses of water in his hands, when he did a motion with his head that set the black circles into circles. “Yasha,” he said, spitting hair out of his mouth. “You need to cut my hair again-”

Both Bucky and you had fallen back in absolute silent hysterics.

“You both deserve one another,” James spat, and he took the glasses of water back with him into the kitchen. “Children. Absolute children.”

After several moments, you managed to stifle your laughter into the occasional giggle, and you sat up. Just as you got to your feet to go find James, Bucky got to his feet and said, far too proudly, “I fuckin’ love Halloween.”

James appeared from the hallway, glasses still on his face, and walked past you both to sit on the couch. “Only because you trick me to get a laugh, or a treat, if you will,” he growled. “Now, for being so childish, you both are on cleaning duty. Go.”

“Punk,” Bucky grumbled, and then he looked at you. “Last one to the kitchen does the laundry.”

“You’re on!” you called, already running towards the kitchen, Bucky right on your heels.

lisa = fox

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⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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