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kaydenverse · 1 year

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comfort

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a/n: omg thank you so much for 100 followers!! i’ll probably bust out a couple headcanon posts for cod and MAYBE marvel over the next few days. but not a promise tho cause i just started back up at uni again this week </3. but thank you so much again!

pairings: johnny “soap” mctavish x platonic 141 (including halo!)

content warnings: light angst, talks of anxiety and mental health, that’s it really

word count: 1.6k

johnny hates to admit it but he struggles from severe anxiety. he does his best to keep it under control and not let affect him but that can be hard by himself.

sometimes, just before missions, johnny gets a really intense wave of anxiety and each of you have your own little thing you do with him to calm him down and clear his head before he goes out in the field with renewed confidence.

with you, he’ll sit (or stand depending when he pulls you aside) across you and brings your hands in his. he’ll rest the backs of your hands against his forehead while he takes deep breathes.

sometimes he remains in that position completely silent and other times he engages in random conversation to have your gentle voice help pull him into an eased state again.

“hey,” johnny starts. “do you think price was the one that farted during briefing earlier? that silent but deadly one?” johnny says in a dead serious tone. he’s definitely hiding the stupid smile he has on his face from you.

you make an exaggerated noise of offense. “don’t try and blame your fart on that poor man!” you tilt your head to peek under his hands but he shoots his head up to look at you.

“…how’d you know it was me?” johnny playful glares at you. “and if price had just heard you call him “that poor man” he’d absolutely kick yer arse.” johnny laughs.

“cause his farts never stink that bad.” you say very matter-of-factly.

“halo,” johnny blinks at you. “you know can tell what each of our farts smell like?” he’s fighting back a laugh.

now you break out into a small laugh.

“i’ve been on far too many missions with all of you where i have ended up crammed in a tight space with each of you individually. i know things i wish i didn’t from those times alone.” johnny laughs, poking fun at you for admitting that information.

“sorry,” he’ll always say when he’s feeling better.

“don’t even dare say that. not right now, not ever, for needing comfort. what we do… it’s hard. it’s okay to not be okay. i’m here for you. always.” you wiggle your hands out of his to cup his face and pull him closer to your height. you give him a warm smile before gently bumping foreheads with him.

“now lets go kick some ass, yeah?”

with price, johnny will run over the plan multiple until john catches onto the sergeant’s anxious rambling. he’ll softly say johnny’s name until johnny stops swaying from side to side with anxious energy.

“what’s goin’ on, mctavish?” the captain will ask softly.

“dunno cap… just tired i guess?” johnny gives a half smile. he always tries to stay strong around his team lead.

“you’re a shit liar mate… but that’s a good thing.” john winks. johnny smiles and relaxes a little. “don’t you dare talk down on yourself. you’re one of the best i know. why do you think you’re on this team?”

john pats johnny’s hand. johnny hums and places his other hand over john’s, sandwiching the leaders hand between his. johnny closes his eyes as he takes a deep breathe and lets it go after a few seconds.

“i’m not a shit liar, if i were, i wouldn’t be on this team now would i?” johnny winks back. john always give him a tight hug, pats included, when johnny’s good again.

with ghost, he’ll fidget with his bulletproof vest until simon pats johnny’s knee then flips his gloved hand palm up in an offering. johnny always takes it without hesitation, lacing their fingers together.

they’ll just sit in silence while holding hands. whenever johnny squeezes, simon squeezes back.

sometimes johnny will lean his forehead onto simon’s shoulder for more physically contact.

they’ll just sit like that until johnny is grounded again, or if they’re short on time, until they’re called to go.

when they get up to go, simon grabs the top of johnny’s helmet and shakes him a little.

“don’t get yourself so worked up, i trust you with my life you dumbass. what are you worrying for?” simon mutters like he’s annoyed but johnny can tell simon is smiling because his eyes are smiling too.

simon might not be the best at words but his actions of care towards johnny speaks volumes in itself.

with gaz, johnny zones out completely.

i’m talking kyle had to snap his fingers in front of johnny’s face and repeatedly say the scottish man’s name gently to not genuinely startle him to bring johnny blinks back to reality. “earth to john mctavish? you there mate?” kyle would laugh softly though there’s a worried look in his eyes.

“you went off into the “lying-about-your-abilities so you feel bad“ land on accident.” johnny snorts when kyle gently swats at the back of johnny’s helmeted head.

they sit and joke around until johnny is near giggling like a little kid over a stupid pun kyle had just made and he has forgotten about what he was anxious about anymore.

“ready to go?” kyle hums as he holds his fist out for johnny to bump. johnny smiles and knocks his fist against kyle’s.

“never been more ready in my life.”

on the rare occasions that kate is physically there at briefings and not giving intel through the conference phone, she’s usually the first to catch onto soaps anxious pen fiddling he does while sitting at the table.

once she’s done handing out and explaining intel, she’ll excuse everyone else but ask johnny to stay behind. johnny nearly knees the bottom of the table from how hard he starts bouncing his leg.

“of course, laswell.” johnny will nod with a small forced smile, making sure to avoid eye contact with the rest of you as you all quietly file out of the room.

“hey,” kate pulls up a chair across from johnny and . “what’s up, spill.” she leans forward with her elbows on her knees and offers her hands to johnny.

sometimes johnny just shrugs while eyeing the floor and other times he can come up with a vague reaction why he feels so off but either way he always takes kate’s hands in his.

“dunno…” johnny sighs this time, his shoulders relaxing a little when kate starts to rub her thumbs over his knuckles.

kate nods and never pushes for an answer if johnny doesn’t give her one. she’ll just hum and lean her forehead against his. “well whatever it is, it’s wrong or won’t happen or anything like that. when john came to me about putting this team together and i read your file, i was truly amazed at everything you can do. i trust him and i trust you to get the job done and you excel every single time.”

they’ll sit there and chat about random things until johnny has calmed himself down. kate sometimes tells johnny stupid little stories about john and gaz that make him crack up. when the two open the door to leave, they just now realize how long they’d been chatting.

gaz sits on the floor next to the door, arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed ankle over ankle. his head is leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed and a small smile on his face while you talk. you’ve got your head resting on his thigh while your body is angled toward ghost to talk to him. ghost sat in an office chair he pulled up across from you two. price sat in his own office chair next to ghost, twisting the chair side to side a little as he commented on yours and ghost’s conversation.

“no, cause what do you mean you don’t get hot when sleeping with the mask on, there’s no way-“ you stop when the door clicks open. “guys, that crazy person claims he never gets, like, sweaty at night with his mask on.” you give them a baffled look. ghost simply shrugs and snorts a little.

“i’ve never seen him sleep with it off.” gaz sits his head up as he chuckles. “i’ve barely seen him sleep now that i think about it… do you sleep?” he teases.

ghost huffs a laugh. “no. i don’t.” he says, plain and simple. price chuckles but doesn’t add anything. he loves his stupid (not actually stupid, very far from it) little team.

soap laughs and shakes his head. “no, cause let’s talk about how gaz has called laswell mom… on several occasions.” he gives an evil grin as he looks down at gaz.

“…how do you know about that-“ gaz catches kate’s smile before she ducks back into the conference room. “kate! we weren’t going to tell anyone about that.”

“oops?” she smiles when she pokes her head back around the corner.

soap laughs again, all of his uneasiness melting away as everyone laughs with him.

when you’ve all noticed that johnny is feeling off, a group hug is initiated.

“alright, none of that today. everyone get your asses up, we’re hugging. soap you’re in the middle.” one of you, usually price, would say.

sometimes, he’ll dramatically slump in his chair until all four (or five if kate is there) of you are pulling him up out of the chair and into a big hug. johnny will start loudly complaining how he’s being squished or that he’s too warm right now for this but it calms him down almost immediately.

other times, when you guys are too lazy to pick johnny up, you’ll all just stand in a circle around him while linking arms. johnny will laugh at all of your laziness then reach up from his seat to attack the known ticklish teammates of his. you and gaz end up trying, and failing, to dodge johnny’s attempt to poke either of your sides. simon is praying that johnny continues to assume that a poke to simon’s side wouldn’t make him hold in a laugh.

it would.

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niigata-division · 16 days

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Valor Guard Team Dynamics

As team leader, Seiji is on the frontlines and is the team's best option for defense. His rap ability allowing Seiji to shield his team for long periods. However, even without his rap ability, Seiji easily switches to acting as the team’s tank, being able to take quite a bit of damage. He is a very powerful rapper. However, due to having little experience rapping, his power doesn't always come out in its entirety.

Lyall is the team’s strategist and main form of offense being more often than not out on the frontlines. His rap ability, former stage experience, and obsessively driven personality make Lyall an extremely tricky opponent to go up against. It’s made even worse by his sharp mind that's always strategizing the best way to deal with his opponents. Unlike his teammates, Lyall’s rapping, power, and speed are quite balanced.

Ayumu is the group's main form of support, due in no small part to his ability to heal his team from their injuries. As such, he is placed in the backlines, though should the situation call for it, he’ll move to the front lines where he can surprisingly deal some damage. While not as powerful as his teammates, Ayumu makes up for it by being far faster than the two of them, often able to land an attack on his opponent before they can say a verse.

— Seiji

Lyall to Seiji is his headache of a subordinate that makes him want to pull out his hair some days. It seems like barely a day goes by when Lyall isn't in Seiji’s office being chewed out for pulling some stunt. It is only because of his excellent detective work that Seiji hasn't kicked Lyall out of the homicide department and placed him on desk duty for the rest of his career. However, deep down, Seiji is worried about Lyall and how obsessive he gets with each homicide case he takes on, especially since his attempted killer has been allowed to walk out of prison. In rap battles, Seiji shields Lyall from attacks, and should the occasion call for it, he will even take a blow for him.

Ayumu to Seiji is his childhood friend, having known him since elementary school, and Seiji’s closest confidant. They were in the same class, and to the surprise of everyone got along, their friendship lasting to this day with Ayumu being one of the few people Seiji allows himself to be vulnerable around. While Seiji is not the type to actively show appreciation, he has his ways of acknowledging and valuing their friendship. Seiji is even grateful to Ayumu for (quite literally) smacking him out of deep depression after the murders of his wife and son. In rap battles, Seiji is quick to use his rap ability to shield Ayumu from any attack, often teaming up together, and are a surprisingly formidable force to go against.

— Lyall

Seiji to Lyall is his disgruntled boss who always seems to be on his ass about breaking the rules. Despite how he may act to Seiji sometimes Lyall does actually respect him even if he barely shows it. It's just that Lyall doesn't care to follow the rules Seiji tries to knock into his skull. He only considers them nuisances in his way of solving his cases. Even with all this, Lyall is grateful to Seiji for being one of the few willing to give him a chance to be a homicide detective despite his reputation as a former “pretty boy” model. In Rap Battles, Lyall is quick to come up with a plan of attack and relay it to Seiji so they can execute it, and though he does it secretly, Lyall keeps an eye out for Seiji.

Ayumu to Lyall is the man who saved his life all those years ago. Lyall deeply respects Ayumu and credits him as why he's still alive today. This respect extends to the point that Lyall would listen to Ayumu’s orders before he listened to any of Seiji’s. However, while Lyall greatly appreciates Ayumu, a part of him is annoyed by his constant mother-henning, such as when he hovers over him whenever his scars give him severe pain. Despite this, Lyall knows that he can rely on Ayumu, viewing him as a dependable person, and trusts him to watch his back. In Rap Battles, Lyall is more than willing to take a hit for Ayumu before quickly turning his sight on the person who tried to attack him.

— Ayumu

Seiji to Ayumu is his closest friend, having known each other since elementary school. Ayumu is incredibly grateful for Seiji’s friendship as growing up, hanging out with him was one of the few times Ayumu felt that he was allowed to be himself and not the “Hayami Heir” growing up. Even now, Seiji is one of the few people Ayumu trusts not to use him for his family’s wealth or connections. It goes unsaid between them, but Ayumu and Seiji see each other as brothers and have a strong bond with Ayumu, even declaring Seiji, his daughter’s godfather. In Rap Battles, Ayumu is quick to heal Seiji from his injuries, and they deal some serious damage when working together.

Lyall to Ayumu is his former patient whom he’s concerned for. While Ayumu likes to check in with all of his former patients to see how they're doing, it's Lyall that he’s worried about. Even now, finding Lyall with his chest carved open is still one of the worst scenes Ayumu has ever seen in all of his career as a paramedic. His worry is even made worse when he sees the way Lyall obsessively solves his cases at the cost of his health. Ayumu’s biggest fear is that Lyall will destroy himself at the rate he's going, especially now that it's been made even worse with Touya Kisaragi’s release from prison. In Rap Battles, Ayumu is quick to heal Lyall and is more than willing to follow any attack plan he has.

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #niigata division #valor guard #seiji tsukimoto #lyall shiba #ayumu hayami #relationships #team dynamics

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exhausted-pigeon · 1 year

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@spinnerofink I was trying to answer your ask but Tumblr ate it, so this the next best thing (don't worry, I didn't have to re write the answer)

So there we go!

For you let's ramble on the Brujay time travel fic (that may or may not become a brujaykhoa, for reasons)

Also I apologize for any typos, weird tenses, etc, this isn't meant to be a clean piece.

So the basic idea started with me being salty with a fic I was reading, it was a Tim time travel fic and I was like: Jason would work better with this idea (not offense to the original writer, just personal taste) and well things spiraled.

So the idea is that a 30+ years old Jason from after a zombie apocalypse (sort of inspired by DCdeceased but not really has I haven't read it yet), ends up around 25 years in the past, when the first dinamic duo is still going strong and his younger counter part is just 9 years old.

I have the barest idea for a plot, just Jason comes back in time and while he does the classic preventing future tragedies thing, he also take over crime alley has it's protector, and becomes something of a mentor for many future heros because he doesn't want any more dead kids.

The Brujay part comes in because Bruce will hear about this new vigilante in "his" city and start obsessing has he does, he will try to control Jason and impose his morals (no killing etc). But this Jason has much more experience over Bruce and doesn't bow down to his wims, this would degenerate in to fights that have Jason show off his training and kick Batman and Robin asses (look UtRH Jason nearly beat Bruce several times, a older and more experienced Jason against a younger Bruce? Not even a chance, he knows all their moves and he is a tricky motherfucker, he would win). Bruce would notice that he has very familiar moves and start investigating where this mysterious man would have come from (also he would be horny on main, look Bruce has a type and Jason smashes all the buttons). This could include Minhkhoa getting involved, I haven't decided yet.

But for the most part we would be following Jason.

(Also this isn't very important for the plot but it's important for me, but this version of Jason is a trans guy, just so you know)

One of the first scene I visualised for this fic was Jason reunion with Catherine.

Jason would be investigating his old apartment to get an idea on the situation, his original plan is probably to try to help his younger self from a distance maybe get in to contact later, but doesn't want to put them in danger by contacting them. That plan goes out of the window when he see his mother shitty dealer (you know the one from cheer) getting an "extra" payment (aka sexual favours). He burst in to the room and beat the shit out of the man before throwing him out of the door (or maybe the window?).

And then the fight is done, the adrenaline is gone, and the only one left are him, his younger version, and a very alive, very scared Catherine. Now Jason is very quietly panicking in his head, and he just defaults to his victim training and his old habits of taking care of his mother, calming her and baby Jay down and cleaning up the place, making dinner with what there is in the house. Catherine and Jay would be very skittish, but have an instinctive trust, something very unusual for them, and after a while Catherine would notice something that lets her connect the dots, a mole or a very distinctive scar on adult Jason that combined with how he is acting let her recognise her adult son.

That moment would be very emotional, Jason would have spent the time before (either a few days or just hours depending on what I'm doing) pretty much suppressing all his emotions on finally having his mom back, and at that point they would brust forward turning this tank of a man in a weeping mess.

That or Jason breaks down after beating the shit out if the dealer and Catherine recognise him then.

I'm undecided between this two options for that.

But part that stays the same is Catherine holding Jason face in her hands and whispering "Jay" with a voice bursting with emotions, and big scary Jason on his knees looking up to his mom with a trembling lip and tears in his eyes before hugging her and sobbing his heart out in her arms.

Catherine and Jay would be his first contacts in the local community to help him set himself up.

Between settings himself up in the neighborhood and and more general time travel stuff Jason would contact Willis and bust him out of prison.

And I'm going with my own interpretation of Willis (link), so he would be useful to Jason to keep things up when he has things to do outside of Gotham or he need back up. There would be a whole subplot with the two of them reconnecting and Willis actually sharing his past with his family for first time after beginning faced with what with his adult son that had killed in part because of the secret he keep. (Lots of comparison/parallels between him and Bruce of the original timeline)

Also Willis when seeing adult Jason commenting "ah I see you took after your mother" meaning Lady Shiva, because outside his height and build he has nothing of Cain. But Jason never knew who is actual bio parents where in the other timeline.

One of the priorities that Jason has outside of Gotham is finding Cass, by this time she had already ran away from Cain and is now homeless.

In the other timeline Jason and Cass had become pretty close, has the oldest of the family to survive and after a while the only ones. Bruce, Dick, and Tim were the first to die, the rest following in the years after.

They learned to work together His methods are now better to this new situation and she recognised the pratcality of it but she never gave up on her ideas and never killed again. It made her a less effective fighter so she shifted her focus in other areas, evacuation, etc.

Jason deeply admired her in that future, they learned to share space with eachother, and bonded on their experiences living on the streets and the interest that they had in common (they never talked about the family they both lost, when the grief hit too much they would just sit together in silence remembering).

He was gutted by her death. She always seemed invincible, but in the end one mistake was enough.

He had long before promised her that he would stop her if she was infected, and after a mission gone wrong he is the one to track down her zombie, putting it down and burning the remains, keeping the promise.

Now in this different past he uses what she had told him of his life on the streets to track her down and taking her with him back to Gotham, he was not able to save her in that terrible future, and he may not be able to give her her childhood back now, but he can give her a family.

On the more "heroic" scale Jason get in contact with several of his old contacts to get stuff done on a larger scale to prevent various catastrophies.

Two of the people that he got in touch with were his exs, Talia and Slade. (Yes I'm problematicTM, I don't care)

Meeting Talia was jarring, she was so painfully young, so different from the woman he remembered, so idealist, she was still studying to become a medic, but still the steel in her spine was the same.

Slade in so many ways was both easier and harder to deal with, he hadn't yet lost his children, and he was somehow even more of a bastard from the future timeline version. Still with some generous use of blackmail and future information on how to save his family they hashed an agreement.

During this he may meet a young Tera, and meeting this painfully young angry version of a girl that he know would have died in just a few years brought back memories of when he was a furious young man. Idk how but I want Jason to become her mentor and having to dodge her very unwanted flirtations, because that's Tera and that's the shitty coping mechanism of her choice (and Jason understand the urge). Idk this part of the story would require more work, at the moment it's mostly just vibes.

Going back to the Brujay during all of this we would occasionally jump back to Bruce pov, and while Jason doesn't think much about this timeline Bruce (outside how to avoid him if he would interfere with his plans), Bruce is absolutely obsessing over this mysterious new opponent.

Also Dick is dealing with the worst sexuality crisis after dealing with Jason, and he absolutely hate that Bruce has a very obvious new crush on this man, he already has to deal with the drama with Selina, Harvey, and Minhkhoa. Poor boy wants to rip his hair out because of Bruce inability of keeping it in his pants.

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So this is about it. There are some more bits and pieces that I didn't know where to fit that's the general idea. Hopefully it wa enjoyable.

Tagging @captainclovis because you were also interested in this idea

#my writing #fic ideas #dc #jason todd #bruce wayne #tera markov #dick grayson #catherine todd #willis todd #brujay #batcest

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bajisbabe · 3 years

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# SQUARE UP

“I don’t need a 🔫, I don’t need a 🔪. As soon as I see that *****, I’m knocking out his life!”

warnings: violence, cussing, blood, mikey’s dark impulse, spit, super short.

anon said: “Hi! Can I get Mikey, Baji, Smiley, Angry, and Kazutora’s reaction to reader getting slapped by someone?”

song: square up by zach fox

word count: 0.7k

photo cred (left to right): 1 3

MIKEY → His smile falters, eyes blank. Then, this eerie fake smile appears. “Now, why”—he pauses, gripping the offender by their shoulder. His dull nails digging into their skin—“would you do that?”

They barely have time to stutter up an answer before they’re knocked on their ass. If that Dark Impulse is weighing heavy that particular day, he could climb on top of them and go to town on their face. One fist up, the other buried in the person’s face. Over and over until they’re unrecognizable.

Or at least that’s what he’d like to do; what he’d fantasize of doing—but he won’t, for your sake. Mikey flashes a bitter smile at the person before yanking you away. He definitely has an underling of his deal with the offender because he knows he’d pummel them if he dealt with them himself.

BAJI → Doesn’t even say anything, merely snatches the offender up by their hair. He has a death grip on them, shaking them as though waiting to hear their pea-sized brain rattling around—they have to be pretty fucking stupid to put their hands on you.

He goes in for a punch, but remembers you’re there and has an inkling of guilt. He wouldn’t necessarily want to beat someone up right in front of you. He could always wait until you aren’t around to do it.

After shaking them around a bit, he lets them off without much damage. Kicking them in the ass as they stumble to their feet and escape. “Get the fuck outta here!” He’d spit. “And don’t let me catch your sorry ass out here again!”

You would have to insist that you’re fine to calm him. And that likely wouldn’t be enough. You’d have to spend the whole day reassuring him that you’re perfectly okay.

KAZUTORA → Mans didn’t go to juvie for nothing. Kazutora is not the one. Especially if this occurs during his Valhalla era.

“You fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” He spat. His eyes are wide, a crazed smile on his face. “This has gotta be a joke.”

The preparator likely realizes the severe mistake they’ve made at this point. They fruitlessly try to apologize, or take back their actions—which they can’t, of course.

One second they’re babbling and begging for mercy. And the next, Kazutora has given them a right-hook so lethal that they’re left gasping for air when they hit the ground.

It ends just as fast as it started. He claps his hands together, dusts them off of his pants—as though the person he touched was dirty—and then grabs your hand. He doesn’t even acknowledge what happened, merely tugging you away with a serene smile on his face.

“D’you need a band-aid?” He’d ask, brushing his fingers over the sensitive skin of your cheek. “Or an ice pack, maybe?”

SMILEY → Immediately grabs the perpetrator by the collar, yanking them close—his nose brushing theirs. His etched smile is still as present as ever.

“You son of a bitch.”

If you don’t stop Nahoya, he’ll wail on them until they’re battered and bleeding. Whether or not he beats their ass depends solely on you. If you tell him not to, he’ll be pissed but he won’t defy you—at least not right this second. If you say nothing, he might get a good punch or two in.

After it’s all said and done, he’ll tug you away from the scene, turning on the offender with a glare and a promise of more if they ever touch you again. If he’s feeling extra nasty, he might actually spit on them—

ANGRY → Believe it or not, Souya won’t unleash the Blue Orge for this one.

Not in front of you, per se. It’s likely that you’ve never actually witnessed the Blue Ogre up until this point. And Souya doesn’t want that to change.

He’ll likely be more concerned about your well-being than the actual offense itself. Once he’s sure you’re okay, he’ll turn on the preparator and sock them hard enough to knock them off their feet—literally. One good punch and he’ll cool it right after.

Or, he’ll try to, at least. He’ll blame himself for not being there to protect you, profusely apologizing through shaky breaths. His eyes start stinging like he’s going to cry. And he’ll get this lil’ hiccup that has you deeply concerned. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll distract him by affirming that you’re alright and going about your day with him.

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marvelsmylife · 3 years

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Dove (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Plot: the team rescues the reader who was chained to a Hydra base. Bucky is surprised to see her when they bring her back to the compound because she was one of the people the winter soldier trained when he was still apart of hydra. Bucky takes her under his wing and becomes possessive over her when another member of the team hits on her because they had a sexual relationship with her back in his hydra days.

Translation "Какой сейчас год?"- what year is it?

"Ты говоришь по-английски?"- Do you speak English?

"зимний" (if it's a short version of 'winter soldier')- winter

"любовь моя"-my love

Голубка-dove

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, find any information about what they did at the Hydra base and they found anything they had to report back to Agent Hill. They did not expect to find another super soldier locked in a cryo chamber. “Hey guys, you’re gonna wanna come down here” Sam spoke into the intercom. In less then ten minutes the team entered the trashed room and immediately spotted sam in front of a cryo chamber. Their jaws dropped when they noticed you in there “Is that-” “A female winter soldier? Yes, I think it is” Sam replied, “what should we do?” “Open it! If she attacks then we take her out” Clint replied and pulled out a bow. With his shield in front of him, Steve stepped forward and opened the cryo chamber. Everyone had their weapons pointed at you when they heard a gasp "Какой сейчас год?" you asked. A confused look appeared on your face when you looked around and noticed the Hydra base you called home was trashed. Steve, Sam, and Clint looked at each other confused because none of them spoke Russian “2018” Natasha replied and walked up to you “Ты говоришь по-английски?” “Yes,” you responded, “Are you going to hurt me?” You looked over Natasha’s shoulder and noticed the guys were still pointing their weapons at you. Natasha motioned the team to low their weapons “No we’re not going to hurt you.” Natasha placed her hand on your shoulder but pulled away because you were ice cold “Clint give her your jacket” ordered. Clint immediately took off his jacket and handed it to you. “What’s your name?” “Y/n” you replied and hugged Clint’s jacket as if your life depended on it. “It’s nice to meet you y/n, my name is Natasha. That’s Steve, Clint, and Sam and we need you to come with us.” There was something about Natasha that told you that you could trust her. You nodded your head and followed her out of the building.

On the ride back to the compound you told them what you could remember before you were locked in the cryo. You told them you were born in 1940 and the last time you were out of the cryo chamber it was 2006. You also told them that you had a partner named winter which prompted them to believe you talking about Bucky. When you guys arrived you followed Steve, Sam, Clint, and Natasha into a small room to assess if you were going to be a threat to them. You told them while you didn’t remember much from your time in hydra but you did know that you didn’t enjoy what they made you do. You also told them you had to “play along” so you wouldn’t be punished. After a few hours, they realized you were no threat and asked if you would like to join the team. “Are you guy going to lock me away when you don’t need me?” “That’s not our style ms. Y/l/n” Steve assured you “We will be monitoring you like a hawk for the first year though.” “I understand” you replied “So where will I be staying? I’m ok with sleeping on the couch or even floor if you don’t have any other rooms.” They all started to laugh before Steve placed his hand on your shoulder “Don’t worry y/n, there are more than enough spare rooms so you don’t have to sleep on the floor. You aren’t apart of hydra anymore. Now come on, let’s give you a tour around your new home” You gave Clint his jacket back before followed Steve out of the room. While they gave you a tour of the business part of the compound you ran into a brunette with a stern look on her face. After introducing herself as Maria Hill Steve explained to her that you weren’t going to be a problem. “Come to my office after you’re done showing her around” Maria hill informed them before she disappeared into her office and you guys continued the tour. When you guys entered what looked like a living room you noticed a few people lounging around and sharing a few laughs “Guys this is y/n. Y/n these are-” “Y/n” Bucky whispered when he spotted you behind Natasha. “зимний ! ! !” You shouted and ran towards Bucky. The entire team was about to go into their attacking positions but Natasha stopped them before they took a single step “it’s ok, they know each other.” “Y/n where have you been ! ! !” Bucky hugged you and started placing kisses on your head. “hydra had her locked away in a cryo chamber,” Steve explained but he knew Bucky wasn’t listening because he was busy examining your appearance. “You still look 30” Bucky commented. “How can I age if hydra has me frozen?” You laughed. Bucky gently punched your arm “don’t be a smart ass” Bucky laughed before he looked over that the team who were looking at the two of you amused. “Did you guys show her around?” “Only the business wing. Why do you want to show her around?” Steve replied with a smirk. “Yes, I would” Bucky replied and placed his arm around your should. “Where is she going to sleep? I want to be as close to her as possible just in case she has nightmares. She’s a super soldier and no offense but she would snap the majority of you in half. I mean she has kicked my ass on more than one occasion when we were at hydra.” “I was going to have her on my floor so I can keep an eye on her but since you know each other and there is a vacant room next to yours, she can sleep in your floor.” Steve replied and he looked over at Clint, Natasha and Sam “I guess we should head to Hill's office then” he told them before they left to go to Maria’s office so they could brief her on you. After introducing you to the rest of team Bucky finished showing you around the compound. “This is your room” Bucky looked over at you and smiled when he noticed a surprised look on your face “I know, I had the same reaction when Steve showed me my room.”

Once Bucky done showed you around you guys went back to your room “What do you remember from your time at hydra?” Bucky asked. You began to tell him that all though you don’t remember a lot, you do remember you guys had an unbreakable bond while you were there. “Will you help me remember what they erased?” Bucky placed his hand over yours and replied: “Of course Голубка.” “Голубка?” you gave him a weird look. “Sorry I used to call you that when we were on missions together” Bucky bit his lip out of nervousness. A small smile appeared on your face at the nickname “I like it. If you want you can call me that.” “I was going to call you Голубка whether you liked it or not” Bucky started laughing “Come, I want to show you around New York and we can grab dinner after”. “Ok let's go” you both got up and headed off to explore New York.

Since that day you and Bucky were attached at the hip. Because hydra made you forget certain things while you were with them Bucky would fill in what they erased. There were things he didn’t tell you like how you guys used to have a relationship throughout your hydra days. Because of that, Bucky became really possessive over you and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Whenever another guy even looked at you bucky would wrap his metal arm around your should and pull you closer to him. One person who loved flirting with you just so he could get under Bucky’s skin was Sam. He would purposely flex in front of you and would whisper the cheesiest pickup lines. “I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?” “That’s not going to happen” Bucky interrupted Sam and wrapped his metal arm around your shoulder. “Come on Голубка it’s movie night in my room tonight.” Before you could say anything you were dragged out of the room and into Bucky’s room “What happened back there?” “He was being out of line” Bucky replied and caused you to roll your eyes. “Maybe you like me and were jealous that Sam was flirting with me” you teased and caused Bucky to blush “oh my gosh you do like me!!! Why didn’t you tell me”. Bucky contemplated lying but he knew you would know he was lying “Because I didn’t want to make it awkward between us if you didn’t like me back”. “Ask me if I like you more than a friend” you gave him a playful smile “go on, ask.” “Do you like me more than a friend?” Bucky asked. “Yes I do” you replied and planted a kiss on his lips. Taken by surprise Bucky stood there for several seconds before Bucky started to kiss you back. Once he did though, you felt your heart beating fast because Bucky was a great kisser. “Take me Bucky” you moaned when you felt Bucky’s hands squeezing your ass. One by one your clothes were flying off your body and before either one of you knew it, you were both naked on Bucky’s bed. “You’re mine, Голубка” Bucky bit your lower lip and thrust inside you. “Bucky” you cried out in pleasure. You were a moaning mess as Bucky set a fast pace “This feels so good” you shut your eyes tight. As soon as you closed your eyes you began to have flashbacks of you and Bucky being intimate from your days in hydra. “моя любовь” you moaned and caused Bucky to stop for a few seconds. He looked down at you with love before he grabbed his cock and thrust back inside you. “Fuck me faster моя любовь” you whine and Bucky happily thrusting inside you faster. The sounds of skin slapped together and heavy breathing filled the room as you and Bucky fucked. Your memories with Bucky from your days with hydra played in your head every time Bucky would do something he did back then. “I love you” Bucky pressed his forehead against yours as he jackhammered into you. “I know you want to cum so cum for me my little Голубка.” Having his approval, you let go and shouted “BUCKY ! ! !” as you came all over Bucky’s cock. Not even two seconds later Bucky felt himself cumming “Fuck ! ! !” Bucky grunted and spilled himself inside you. Bucky continued to move until he emptied himself completely inside you before he pulled out and laid down beside you. “We were lovers weren’t we?” you asked Bucky and shook his head yes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I wasn’t sure what you knew about our past when you first arrived” Bucky explained. “I knew I had to keep what we had a secret when you told me you just remembered that I looked out for you when I was training you to become a winter soldier.” “Oh, Bucky I’m sorry I didn’t remember what we were-”. “Голубка it’s ok.” Bucky pulled you onto his chest and started peppering you with kisses. “Let's get some sleep, I want to take you on a date tomorrow.” You whispered ok before you both drifted off to sleep. Bucky was the first to wake up so he stared down at you until you woke up. He was also thinking of how he was going to reveal an even bigger secret he kept from you since you arrived. “Good morning любовь моя” you gave Bucky a warm smile and hugged him.

“Good morning Голубка. I have something to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to take it.” Bucky replied. “What is it?” You looked into his eyes. Bucky sighed before he revealed the secret he’s been keeping from you since you arrived “We have children, four to be exact. You gave birth to our first when you were nineteen. The Hydra agents made me watch as you gave birth to our baby boy before they killed him in front of us.” “And the others?” You asked and hoped they didn’t have the same ending as your first. “I managed to sneak them out before they had the chance to kill them” Bucky ran his finger against your cheek. “So some of our babies are still alive?” you asked and he nodded his head yes “I want to find my babies” you cried and caused Bucky to hug you tight. “We will” Bucky kissed your forehead “Do you want me to ask Steve and Maria if we can start the search for them today?” “Yes,” you whispered. “Ok, go make us some breakfast while I talk to Steve and Maria and see if they’ll let us borrow a quinjet for a couple of weeks” Bucky kissed your forehead one more time before you got dressed and headed to the kitchen.

While you went into the kitchen to make you and Bucky breakfast, Bucky went to Steve and Maria and asked if you guys could have a few weeks off. When they said no Bucky began to tell them what he told you the night before “Even if I wanted to let you guys go where will you guys search?” Maria asked him. “I’ve been secretly searching for them ever since I arrived and I’ve narrowed down their locations. Please, agent hill, let us search for our babies.” Bucky begged. Bucky watched as Steve whispered something into Maria’s ear before she stood up “Ok Sargent Barnes you and ms. Y/l/n have three months to find your children.” “Thank you so much” Bucky hugged Maria and Steve before he left to tell you the good news. After breakfast, you guys went into your rooms to pack before you met up outside. “You ready to go?” Bucky asked as you guys settled in the quinjet. “Yes. Now let’s go find our babies.” You and Bucky shared a passionate kiss before you began to search for the rest of your family.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #bucky x reader #avengers imagines

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frenchy-and-the-sea · 3 years

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OC-tober Day 3 - Duel

(from @oc-growth-and-development’s OC-tober list)

Okay, after THIS one the rest will be shorter. In my defense, though, I had some of this already written, and decided to repurpose it. This is another one of the those lovely peeks into Alex’s history, when she was just a little angry wisp of a Navy sailor, and trying to prove herself. What can I say? I like her a little feral.

(Housekeeping note: Alex uses she/her and he/him pronouns. Given that this is from Tahir’s POV, and he uses the latter exclusively with her blessing, I’ve elected to follow his lead.)

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Tahir tried to keep the little brats in his charge from hurting each other, but it happened now and again. Today, it was happening to Alex.

Sparring between the younger sailors had become a weekly affair now that they could be trusted on deck unsupervised, and most of them took to it with the sort of rakish enthusiasm expected of boys whose very lives depended on how much bragging they could get away with. Bryce, prone to being both a braggart and a functional layabout at the best of times, had sighted Alex as the easiest way to win his bouts without losing any teeth. He had a full head on him after all, and an extra year of hard sailing behind his arm; a wooden sword in Bryce's hand only needed half of his strength behind it to leave some truly awful bruises.

Tahir turned just as he was laying a new one into Alex's side.

“I think we’re done, Sheffield,” the boy said, turning his wooden practice blade lazily in one hand as Alex wheezed up to his knees. “I don’t imagine you’re going to be getting any better today.”

Tahir couldn't see the look that Alex fielded his opponent, but he saw the way the boy stepped back, and was moving almost before he had his thoughts straight.

"Sheffield," he called when he was within earshot. Alex's head whipped around, and through the tinge of surprise coloring his expression, Tahir saw a shadow of the look that had sent Bryce scurrying. He suddenly didn't blame the kid.

At his gesture, though, Alex peeled himself painfully off the deck and hobbled over. His usually crisp bow favored one side.

“Sir,” he said, in a tone that sounded very much like he wanted nothing more than to be deeply, offensively insubordinate. Tahir swallowed a grin and gestured back to where Bryce was standing.

“What’s happening there, lad?”

Alex’s jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumped. “What is happening,” he said tightly, “is that I’m getting my ass kicked. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Tahir agreed, ignoring the answering scowl. “Knowing that don’t stop it from happening, though. What’s he doing to get the better of you, exactly? All that time on your ass, you must have worked it out by now.”

Alex’s eyes burned like two flaming coals in his sockets, but after a moment of trying to light Tahir on fire by stare alone, he forced himself to take a deep, steadying breath.

“Bryce is…stronger,” he said at last. “Taller, too. Even when I can get inside his guard, he only has to turn to knock me out of it again. It’s just not a match.”

“Of course it isn’t,” Tahir said severely. “When’s a fight ever been? Here, give me that.” He lifted the wooden sword from Alex's hands almost before he could offer it, turning it so the flat of the blade was showing. "When you put a sword in your hand, it's going to be against people like Bryce. People like me. No amount of practice is going to work those odds in your favor, lad. You need to be fast, and you need leverage. So you need to learn to take it.”

He flashed out with the sword before Alex could argue, pulling his swing so the blade bounced harmlessly off the outer round of Alex’s thigh before it could do any real damage. He still flinched, but markedly didn’t move away from the blow. Tahir’s appraisal of his nerve ticked up a point.

“That,” he said with a thin smile, “will take the leg out from under a man who isn’t paying attention. It’ll take the leg out from under a man what sees it coming too, but then he'll usually have time to adjust. Still hurts like hell, though. You probably felt a little of it yourself, and that was with me being especially kind. The flat works in a pinch, but if you’ve got a chance with the pommel - or a pin, God love you - then so much the better.”

He handed the wooden blade back, and watched as Alex stared fixedly at it, chewing on the dry skin of his bottom lip. After a long moment of silence, he looked up.

“Why haven’t you mentioned this to anyone else?” he asked, very evenly. Tahir stifled a sigh. Alex had been very specific, in that low, quiet discussion they’d had all those many weeks again; he would not be accepting anything he considered coddling just because someone once called him ‘daughter.’ He was braced for it now, Tahir could see, dark eyes narrow and fists closed to white knuckles around his sword. It took the depth of Tahir’s patience not to roll his eyes.

“Because the lot of them don’t need it, Alex,” he said wearily. “They’ll get by on being strong, for now. You’re trying, lad, but the sword isn’t your weapon. No, don’t leer at me like that. If I had my way, I’d find you a landsman knife fighter and turn you over to him. But, as we’re pretty sorely lacking one, it’s the sword for you. You’ll just have to be more than clever to make up for it.”

The bracing in Alex’s shoulders slipped away, very slowly, as he spoke. That was always the strangest part about him, Tahir thought. Most of the brats that he tended would puff up with indignities when they were told all the ways that they were ignorant. But tell Alex honestly, and he just grew very thoughtful about it, like you’d handed him a particularly interesting puzzle to work out. Tahir would call it refreshing if it didn’t usually come through wrestling with the kid’s pride.

“You said a pin, didn’t you?” Alex asked suddenly, as if coming to some unfathomable conclusion. When Tahir blinked at him, he clarified, “Before. You said the pommel or a pin works better than the flat. You meant, this is worse with something blunt.”

There was no coal fire in his eyes now, but a thin, burning smoke trail of revenge. This time, Tahir didn’t bother to hide his grin.

“Why don’t you go ask Bryce?”

#oc tober #oc-tober #oc-tober 2021 #oc tober 2021 #my writing #original fiction #oc crap #seven cities #tahir #alex sheffield #i should clarify: the pin they're referring to here is a belaying pin #aka a desperate sailor's club #or so i'm told #i like this one actually #the ending came together in one long stream of consciousness and that RARELY happens #so i'm hoping i stay fond of it

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ladylee13 · 3 years

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All right, y'all, I've had enough with shitty society. I say we start a cult called "Actual Inclusivity."

Instead of the center of the cult's teachings being some manipulative bullshit, it's literally just love, acceptance, and respect.

We buy some land and start a communal living situation but instead of the money going up to whoever is on top and making them rich, all the money goes toward upkeep and improvement for the whole community. The finances are transparent and available for anyone to see and anyone shown to be corrupt or messing with the money gets kicked out.

We keep a farm to feed everyone. We have high speed wi-fi and some apartments (maybe with communal kitchens, maybe with private ones, idk logistics aren't my strong suit but I wouldn't be the only one running this, so we'd work out the kinks)

Everyone gets to do what they enjoy. Artists make art (and they could do commissions and freelance work and stuff like that to help raise money for the community in addition to art for art's sake), scientists can do their science thing, people who enjoy gardening can tend the farm. Tech people can do tech stuff (idk, I don't do much stem stuff, but we wouldn't be amish, so there'd be upkeep for tech stuff needed, so y'know). Whatever else. Autistic people can spend loads of time focused on their special interests. Non-verbals are not expected to talk. Depressed people or people with anxiety are not expected to work on days when getting out of bed is too difficult. Anyone having a panic attack or PTSD episode while working immediately gets to put down their work, walk away, and come back when they are again capable of giving their work their attention, be that in an hour or not until the next morning. Everyone uses whatever pronouns they prefer, and everyone else uses the appropriate pronouns when addressing or referring to them. If swearing makes someone uncomfortable, people will be expected to respect that and filter their language around them. Everyone gets to love whoever they want with zero societal repercussions. If two people want to get married, they get to. If two people want to live together without getting married, no prob (living together pre-marriage is against my religious beliefs, so I wouldn't do so, but that doesn't mean no one is allowed to. Live according to your own beliefs as long as they don't hurt anyone else. The goal here isn't to make everyone believe same thing or act the same way. It's to respect each other, and hopefully foster more understanding for others and lower discrimination and hate). In that vein, polygamy makes me feel weird, (admittedly, I don't really understand it,) but if some people in a polygamous marriage wanted to join us and were willing to follow the rules, great! Hop in! Let's even have a talk about it. You can help me be more understanding. No one is allowed to force their beliefs into anyone else and if someone feels pressured by someone else, all they have to do is say so and the other person will stop. I've had enlightening and wonderful conversations about religion with people of other religions/also atheists (once even with a drunk atheists and that was great). And all those conversations were great because in no way did they expect me to change my beliefs and vice versa. There was just a sharing of perspectives. And afterward, I felt like I understood them better and they understood me better. And that's what I'm aiming for here.

We can have a few sensory deprivation tanks and weighted blankets available for people with anxiety/PTSD. We can have tons of fidget toys for anyone who needs them to help them focus. We can have anything people need to function their best (I don't know much about what people with neurological disorders that I don't also have need, but whatever they need we'd have). Everything written is also written in braile. There's elevators and ramps in every building. Guide dogs and ESAs are accepted anywhere except in the space of people with animal allergies (Like, the communal areas are regularly cleaned to prevent hair causing allergic reactions and such and there are signs designating pet-free zones). We could maybe have like an animal shelter in a nearby town that anyone can come into to help with and spend time with animals. There would be a prayer room for quiet meditation (with whatever anyone needs for their best prayer environment, like I know Muslims pray toward Mecca and I don't know if there's any ornamentations or anything that they would prefer to have, but if so, it would be there). There'd be a gym to give people access to exercise equipment. There'd be a big old clock tower with bells to indicate prayer times for anyone who needs them. There would be a church building for use by any religious denomination. There'd be regular community activities to give people the chance to have leisurely social interaction and also sometimes exercise in small or large groups, but no one is expected to take part. Everyone with any form of neurodiversity or from any minority group gets to be treated fairly and have their needs accommodated.

No proving you have a disability like you have to to get accommodations from colleges. No one telling you it's all in your head or it's not natural or you should try harder or you just haven't met the right person yet or treating you as being under them for your gender or skin color or anything else you have no control over. Just actual acceptance on every front.

Basically, you'd pretty much be able to live your best life under the principle I learned as a kid: "your agency ends where the next person begins." As long as your actions do not harm anyone, you are free to do as you like.

The rules for living here? Everyone will be expected to contribute however they can (no punching a time clock, but contribute to the best of your ability). There will be no discrimination or hatred toward others. That's pretty much it. It's not that complicated. You will be expected to respect others and they will be expected to respect you. Any crime of any kind would be punished (and I mean things like theft, which I expect would be far less likely to happen given that everyone would have their basic needs fulfilled, and not like things like drug addiction because criminalizing addicts doesn't really prevent people getting addicted and just makes the problem worse.)

I figure the system would be run by committee. Any issues would be put to a vote, and given the size of the group, everyone would get a vote and everyone's vote counts. There would be no one person in charge of the community. Not me, not anyone. Everyone is equally in charge. Issues of things like accusations of discrimination would be handled by a court type situation where a mediator is chosen and both people get to explain what happened (in case of false accusations, which hopefully wouldn't happen, but y'know), and if the problem is based on a misunderstanding or an unchecked or unevaluated privilege, maybe the discussion alone could help the two people work it out, and if not, they get a big meeting with everyone there, and they get a chance to give their side to the group and the group votes on whether or not the accusation is solid and if the accused person will be punished (idk 100% how the punishment would work, but I figure depending on the severity it could be like a first offense would get community service and some kind of lesson in bridging cultural differences or something and a second offense would get something harsher and a third offense would be getting booted from the community. And then something like rape would get an immediate boot.).

Straight/white/cis/NT/any other non-minority people would also be accepted and welcomed so long as they treat everyone there with respect.

And anyone who says or does something homophobic or misogynistic or racist or ableist or anything else along those lines gets first a gentle warning and a chance to re-evaluate their prejudice and if they refuse to check themselves they get kicked out with whatever money they came in with.

I know that no matter what system is in use, there will always be someone ready and willing to find holes and take advantage. So we'd run on a spirit-of-the-law system instead of a letter-of-the-law system, and with everyone getting a say and everyone basing their decisions on that foundation of respect, it would be easier to enforce.

And sure, maybe this is just a fantasy-land-pipe-dream, but come on. How cool would it be? No more forcing our triangle or star or pentagon or splatter-shaped peg asses into circular holes? I don't believe in humanity at large to implement large-scale actual acceptance, but a little mini-society? That seems a little less impossible, right?

This is all spitballing, but the more I think about it, the more I love it. Feel free to add on.

#admittedly that science part would probably suck up a decent chunk of money and we'd still have to apply for 3rd party grants and such #but like having a meal on the table and a roof over your head would almost certainly be a weight off their shoulders #and that would raise general happiness and make work stress seem less threatening and more managable #I'm sick of society #let's all go live in a mini-society of love and acceptance #fuck prejudice #neurodivergent #all inclusive #love and acceptance #lgbt pride #actuallyadhd #social anxiety #depression #a step in the right direction #i dont have all the kinks worked out #the criminal justice system probably needs some work #and I'm not a member of all minorities so I don’t know what other important cultural or religious things everyone would need

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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You Give Love a Bad Name (WinterWidow)(One)

Welcome to the story! A WinterWidow Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU ft. our fave assassins being equally parts exasperated and horny for each other.

MASTERLIST HERE

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Chapter One: Somewhere Hot and Humid and Miserable

“I have visual on the Winter Soldier.”

Bucky swore when the comm in his ear crackled to life with SHIELD operatives coming after him. Stealing the piece from a downed agent had been an excellent idea, but good gravy it was doing terrible things to his blood pressure to hear how close they were getting to him.

It was bad enough there were SHIELD agents here anyway. This was supposed to be a clean job-- into a building, plant something that went Ka-Boom snatch some files and make a movie worthy get away before anything detonated. Easy. Bucky could plant and detonate a bomb in his sleep but this time SHIELD had somehow caught wind of his mission and came to intercept, so now he was running for his life in what amounted to fifty pounds of tactical gear and pants that admittedly made his ass look great but also made his ass sweat and yeesh not much was worse than butt crack sweat, it only led to chafing and that led to all sorts of unfortunate issues.

Could be worse. It could have been that bitch the Black Widow who had intercepted him instead of some goon in thermal goggles who had screamed a little when Bucky came around the corner.

Amateurs.

They just didn’t make hired goons like they used to, honestly it was embarrassing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky caught sight of sand and water and darted to the left to duck into the trees lining the back end of the ocean-side market place. Shopping meant lots of people, lots of noise and lots of opportunities to blend in, so while he ran Bucky just started stripping, tossing his gear willy-nilly until he looked like just another tourist out for a stroll.

Swoosh there went his tactical vest under a table and Bucky was instantly several pounds lighter. He’d already stashed his bag of weapons before SHIELD interfered so at least he didn’t have to sacrifice his favorite knives for the chase.

Yeet a trash can got his face mask and dark hat. No one knew the Winter Soldier had shoulder length, shampoo commercial worthy hair so that was a disguise all in itself.

Quick quick quick into the back end of a vendors tent and Bucky grabbed at his knife to shred the laces of his boots, kicking them off and tossing socks back into the bushes so now he was barefoot.

Yoink, a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes.

Scccrtch, all the guys had laughed when Bucky had insisted on tear away combat pants, but who was laughing now that he was just in underwear instead of hopping around trying to get his foot out of full length pants.

Jingle Jangle as he tossed some change in the tip jar and stole a drink right out of a baristas hand and abracadabra the fearsome Winter Soldier was no more. Now it was just Bucky Barnes strolling down the boardwalk barefoot and damn near bare assed because his skivvies were more of a European cut, sipping an iced espresso and watching with barely concealed amusement as three different SHIELD agents pushed and shouted and wrestled through the crowd trying to follow what they thought was his trail.

“Lost visuals but still pursuing.” came the voice in his stolen comm and Bucky lowered his voice to a Winter Soldier growl to sneer, “ty ne mozhesh' nayti prizrak. You cannot find a ghost.”

A chorus of surprised curses over the comms as the agents realized they were compromised, then all lines went dead and Bucky grinned to himself and crushed the piece between his fingers before tossing it in the trash and stepping off the boardwalk to get to the sand.

He would have to lay low until the agents gave up the chase and since his rendezvous with a handler wasn’t until tomorrow morning, he had at least twelve hours to kill. This being the beach and all, there was a pretty obvious way to accomplish both staying busy and blending in-- a way that usually started with a shot of tequila and hopefully ended with someone pretty, so Bucky started off down the sand scanning the lines of sunbathers for anyone who looked both alone and also maybe potentially welcoming...

Oh my oh my, who was this?

“Alejandro, my love.” She was tiny and gorgeous, standing up on the cutest tippy toes in the world to point to whichever alcohol she wanted in her drink. “When I said tequila, I meant several shots of it and when I said several shots, I meant of the good stuff. Don’t give me the watered down swill you feed the tourists, I’d like my hair to be standing on end when I’m done.”

The bartender only blinked at her, and the little redhead grinned half viciously,” Don’t be scared, darling. Simply start pouring and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“You’ll tell him when to stop, huh?” Bucky couldn’t have stopped himself from butting in if his life depended on it, far too intrigued by her attitude and feral little grin to keep it to himself. “Babydoll, you’re practically shot sized yourself. Too much of that mess and you’ll end up passed out and missing what’s sure to be a real pretty sunset.”

“Oh do you think so?” she turned absolutely lethal green eyes in Bucky’s direction, tipping her head back far to meet his gaze and baring a whole lot of creamy skin and - gulp-- a very tiny white bikini that didn’t leave much of nothin’ to the imagination. “Do you think I’ll end up passed out? How touching to receive such concern from a perfect stranger.”

Bucky’s mouth twitched up into a smile at the blatant sarcasm. Fuckin’ sassy. “I wouldn’t say m’concerned about you. But I am concerned bout that little white bikini you’re wearing. I’d hate to see it get all sandy and dirty if you end up passed out from too much tequila. Before you start taking shots, maybe you should change into something safer.”

“Safer.” The redhead tried and failed to hide a smile. “And what do you think would be safer than my own clothes?”

“You could wear my clothes.” Bucky suggested. “Those sure are safe.”

“Your clothes.” She looked Bucky over slow and thorough, lingering at the breadth of his shoulders and size of his biceps, hmm-ing in interest at the cut of his abdomen, unfairly plump lips parting suggestively when she got to his skivvies and pink tongue making an appearance as she checked out his thighs.

“It would seem….” she dragged the word out as she lifted her eyes back to his. “...That you barely have enough clothes to make yourself safe, much less me. Surely you aren’t suggesting we share? I hardly think there’d be room for li’l ol’ me with the way you’re filling out those rather skimpy briefs.”

“Oh.” Bucky wheezed in shock, torn between laughing out loud at the sheer audacity of the little minx and wanting to grab a towel to cover his crotch before things got more filled out. “Ho ho holy crap, Batman. Warn a fella before you go all Jessica Rabbit on him.”

“Jessica Rabbit.” Bright green eyes sparkled like she was trying hard not to laugh. “Don’t tell me you believe she’s wicked? She wasn't bad, darling. She was only drawn that way.”

“Yeah?” Bucky wet his lips and shifted his weight forward, folded his arms over his chest and tamped down the urge to growl in approval when her gaze automatically dropped down to watch. “What about you? Wicked, or just drawn that way?”

“Who’s asking?” she wanted to know and Bucky literally couldn’t help himself-- “The FBI. Female Bikini Inspector. This is a purely professional inquiry ma’am, I’m honestly worried about your current attire.”

“Professional.” A giggle finally escaped, sounding like fairy bells and tinkling chimes and all that other sort of bullshit Bucky had never thought laughs could ever sound like. “My my, I feel so much safer knowing I’m in the hands of a professional.”

“Not quite in my hands yet.” Bucky countered. “Feel like the tequila would help with that, though. Speed up the process and all that.”

“Hmmm.” Such a fuckin’ interesting noise coming from the hottest woman he’d ever seen, and Bucky wheezed all over again when she reached for a shot of tequila and tossed it back, never once breaking eye contact as she swallowed, then pursed her lips over the worlds luckiest lime wedge. “I feel like the tequila will help with that too.”

“You got plans tonight?” Bucky raised his eyebrows hopefully. “Beyond you know, ending up in the wet dreams of every male in a three mile radius?”

“That’s completely offensive.” she picked up another shot and pushed it into Bucky’s palm. “I like to think I’ll be in the wet dreams of most women in a three mile radius too.”

“Fuckin’ cheers, doll.” Bucky lifted the shot glass and pounded it real quick then wiped his mouth. “So. Plans?”

“I have to make a phone call.” Money appeared from the beaded purse on the bar top and she handed it over to the bartender. “Keep the shots coming and I’ll be right back.”

“Gotta tell your husband you’re staying out tonight?” Bucky joked, and she scrunched her nose at him, “Of course. Wouldn’t want him to worry.”

Bucky was still laughing as she picked her way down the beach a few yards for privacy. “The name’s Bucky, by the way!” he called. “In case he asks!”

“That’s a terrible name!” she called back. “I’ll tell him you have a real name instead, thanks!”

“You got a name I can tell my husband?” Bucky wanted to know, and the prettiest smile he’d ever seen crossed her face before the reply came, “My name’s Natasha.”

-- “Widow.”

The phone clicked on and Natasha immediately lowered her voice. “Status on the Winter Soldier?”

“We lost track of him as we passed the boardwalk, then found a potential suspect several blocks south. Same build and even though he wasn’t wearing the tactical gear, he was the only one wandering around in full length pants and boots.”

“Stay posted outside his hotel all night, make sure he doesn’t move before dawn.” Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned. “How did our intel fail us so badly that we had no idea the Winter Soldier was on our trail?”

“No clue, ma’am. Still a go for the morning?”

“Yes.” she decided. “I will be off comms until 0500 hours, then will meet at the rendezvous point.”

“Off comms?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Sorry ma’am, it’s just that you’ve never been off comms once.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Natasha looked back over at the absolute beefcake named Bucky who had so inadvertently crashed her session of frustrated botched mission drinking. “0500 hours. Don’t bother me before that unless the world’s coming to an end.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Natasha turned her phone off and tucked it back into her little purse, adjusted the fall of her bikini so it accentuated all the best parts of her...personality…and made her way towards the bar again.

“So tell me.” Giving in to the urge that presented itself the literal second Bucky had opened his mouth, Natasha skated her hand over the front of his abs, biting her lip to quiet a thrill when the muscles shifted and twitched beneath her palm. “How does a man end up with the name Bucky?”

“Y’know if we’re being honest, Ms. Tasha.” Bucky caught her hand and brought it up to his mouth for a kiss. “Bucky ain’t even my real name.”

“You don’t say.” Natasha reached for a lime wedge and held it up while Bucky took another shot, tapping it against the corner of her mouth as she asked, “And what would your real name be?”

Emboldened by the welcome in her posture, in the smirk curving full lips and the clear challenge in those green eyes, Bucky bent down low and drew his tongue along the line of her lips, licking the tart lime juice from her mouth and rumbling, “Nothin’ that matters. But you wanna find out why all the pretty girls get to call me Bronco?”

Jesus fuck Bronco was a stupid name, but Natasha couldn’t deny the moniker made sense. Bronco indeed when he pushed her up against the wall of his hotel room and snapped the strings of her barely there bikini and fit thick fingers up inside where she was sopping wet.

Bronco indeed when he sucked a bruise onto her neck and growled more when she gasped and cut her nails down his back as she came all over his cock.

Bronco indeed when she kicked off the wall and shoved him onto the bed and did it herself, one hand in her hair, the other firmly planted on her clit as she rode him until she was done and done and done and only then did Bucky flip her onto all fours and get what he needed while mouthing kisses down her back and panting about how gorgeous she was, how perfect she was, how she made him bat shit crazy.

Bronco, indeed.

What a stupid, well deserved name.

She was sore in the morning.

The tequila had gone done shot after shot, lime wedges shared and salt licked off various body parts until Natasha had been drunk and giggly and Bucky had been slurring his words in a low Brooklyn drawl that had no business being quite so sexy. There was karaoke after the sex for some reason, Bucky dragging her back down to the beach at one in the morning and they sang a duet to ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ while she wore a shirt and a spare pair of bikini bottoms and Bucky pew-pew’ed finger guns at her and Natasha laughed and laughed land laughed and laughed harder than she’d laughed maybe ever.

“You live in New York too?” Bucky had asked at close to two thirty am, lifting his head from where it had been buried between her thighs, wet on his chin and smeared across his lips and he was so so sexy and so so funny that Natasha couldn’t even be mad that he’d stopped eating her out to exclaim, “Me too! We should be Big Apple Buddies!”

“Let’s talk about being buddies after you finish what you’re doing.” Natasha instructed, tightened her legs at his neck and flipped him over without even trying, throwing back her head and crying out when Bucky’s giant hands clamped down at her thighs and squeezed like maybe he was going to break the hold--- or maybe he was just keeping her right there over his face.

Oh yeah, Bronco was a stupid fucking name but that didn’t stop Natasha from riding his tongue until Bucky was groaning and digging at her ass to hold her down so he could taste all of her.

Her throat was sore the next morning too. From screaming, from trying to deep throat a Bronco, whatever the reason.

Sore.

But that didn’t erase the smile on her face even as she pressed a lipstick kiss to a napkin and left it on the pillow next to her still sleeping and currently snoring lover.

It was twenty minutes down the beach to her hotel, she needed to get into her clothes and out to the rendezvous point and sure the Black Widow prided herself on never needing to sleep on a mission but she’d also never been given the ride of her life and then expected to be punctual and lethal only a few hours later.

Ugh.

“Word on the suspected Winter Soldier?” she asked into their new comms since the ones yesterday had been compromised. “Or any action otherwise?”

“A quick sweep of the building proved what we thought yesterday-- the Soldier had been in the vicinity and left a bomb behind.”

“Time left?”

“Sixty seven minutes.”

Natasha muttered a curse. “The bastard was going to get in, take those files, and then blow up any evidence of the theft. That’s my plan!”

“How do you want to proceed?”

She thought for a minute, tapping at her lip, then wincing because Bucky had bit her hard last night and she was still tender. “We can’t risk going in earlier, it will blow the op. Too late and the Soldier will get out with our information.”

Another minute of thought and finally she said, “Alright. Here’s the plan.”

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Bucky wasn’t sure if he was disappointed Natasha had snuck out before he woke up , or relieved the gorgeous redhead had disappeared before he had to politely toss her out on her perfect ass so he could get ready for his mission.

Easy in and out, snatch some files, blow it all to shit, run the hell away. Even if the SHIELD agents were looking for him today, he’d be able to stroll in as a civilian, then mask up and get what he needed before his little Ka-boom present did the thing, and he’d be back on a plane to New York by nightfall.

Then it would be beers with Brock and decompressing after the mission and since he was still tasting Natasha on his goddamn tongue, some alone time to work out the last of the post mission jitters.

Easy in and out, snatch some files, blow it all to shit--

“Shit.” Bucky had only barely made it out of the office before a SHIELD agent dropped out of nowhere and drop kicked him back through the door. Then another, which wasn’t really a big deal because Bucky could put through both into the wall and out into traffic with a solid punch but fuck fuck fuck there wasn’t supposed to be anyone here and there was only a few minutes flex time on that bomb before everything came down around his ears.

He did not have time to fuck around with SHEILD.

One of the men dented the elevator door when Bucky kicked him, several ribs and at least one of his arms broken. Another went through a window and wa-a-a-a-a-y down to the ground below and when a third jumped him at the corner, Bucky grunted in frustration and grabbed the closest thing he could rip off the wall and chucked it.

Not many people could walk away from being hit with a filing cabinet, and unfortunately for SHIELD operative number three, he was not one of the few.

“Jesus.” Natasha swore and swore again when she saw yet another one of her men go down, the onslaught of the Winter Soldier not slowed down in the least by the presence of unexpected enemies. “Okay. Blow it now. Take the Soldier down with the building.”

“Ma’am?”

“Blow the bomb now. I’d rather lose those files than have them out there with the Winter Soldier.” she said grimly. “Blow it now.”

The building blew, spectacular in the way all explosions were, deafening and ground rattling and Natasha watched through her binoculars as one after another of the still-empty-before-work floors crumbled to dust until there was hardly anything left.

“Stay on it.” she ordered her lieutenant. “I’ve seen the Soldier come back from things that would kill anyone else. Wouldn’t put it past him to survive a bomb. You are not to leave from this place until we know he isn’t coming out.”

“Roger that.”

Natasha went to do damage control, listening through the comms as reports came in from all over the city and after hours of waiting, the final confirmation that four bodies had been found in the rubble-- three SHIELD agents, and one unidentified body wearing tactical gear and carrying far too many weapons to be a civilian.

“Congratulations.” Director Fury patched in later that night. “All reports say the Black Widow has finally successfully taken out the Winter Soldier. Congratulations.”

“Any idea who he is?” Natasha asked as she jogged across the landing strip to get to the jet. “All these years following him and we’ve never been able to get a positive ID on the Soldier.”

“We’ll run all the appropriate tests, but I guarantee Hydra would have erased this guy from any database out there.” Fury denied. “We’ll never have a name, but for right now we have a body and that’s enough. You’re to report into base immediately when you land, it’s time for you to lay low for a while so we can see how Hydra is going to retaliate.”

“See you soon.” Natasha strapped herself into the seat just as the jet engines were warming up, and as it rocketed down the runway and took the sky, she couldn’t help looking down at the rapidly disappearing beach and wondering just how bad it would have been to stay maybe one more night.

She was due for a vacation, right? Maybe when Fury said it was time to lay low, he wouldn’t mind if she laid low on the beach with a hot Bronco at her side…

.... Down below in the rubble of the destroyed building, Bucky bit his lip raw trying not to scream with pain as footsteps sounded around and on top of the elevator car he’d managed to hide in when he heard the initial detonation. The elevator shaft had collapsed under the force of the explosion but the walls had shielded him from the heat and when the building had come thundering down, the elevator car had dented and crumpled as it fell--

--then landed on support struts that punctured through the walls and nearly severed his left arm from his body in one blindingly painful cut.

The worst thing about being Hydra’s pet steroid project was the pain tolerance-- anyone else would have passed out from the pain or at least had the decency to bleed out and die but super soldiers didn’t have either of those luxuries. Bucky couldn’t even scream it out, not yet, not when he couldn’t be sure the SHIELD agents were done combing through the wreckage for him.

“Soldier.” Just barely, over his comms and Bucky hissed in a quiet breath and whispered, “Here.”

“They found a fourth body in tactical gear, assuming it’s you.”

“Decoy body.” Bucky managed. “Set up yesterday just in case.”

“Good work. What’s your status?”

“Hurt as fuck.”

“ETA for extraction, four hours.”

Four hours, so Bucky leaned his head back against the elevator wall and forced himself to breathe, forced away a wiggle of fear.

They wouldn’t be able to save his arm, most likely they wouldn’t even try and Bucky might be the type to joke about everything, but the way Pierce had been experimenting with robotic pieces and body modification on the less successful operatives was no joking matter, and frankly, Bucky was terrified.

But it was going to be four hours so he closed his eyes and quit thinking about what they’d do to his arm and thought about the night before instead, about Natasha and how she’d lit up his life like a goddamn star for those few hours.

Meeting her had been like meeting an angel, and sleeping with her had been like tangling with a succubus. Intense and smoldering and hilarious... hell, Bucky never thought he’d settle down, but he could sure as hell settle for a while with her.

Besides, he was due for an actual vacation soon, right? Maybe Hydra would just cut him loose and he could find vacation on the beach with a pretty redhead at his side...

“The Director wants to see you in the medical bay when you get back stateside.”

Ah hell.

Well, a fella could dream.

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magnolia-penn · 4 years

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A Helping Hand

Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader

A totally late self comfort fic that I wrote to help cope with terrible parents

WARNINGS: Just some Part 3 spoilers. Nothing that you wouldn't know after watching the fist few episodes. Other than that, there's none. Just self indulgent fluff.

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Dealing with Jotaro Kujo isn��t the easiest of tasks for anybody unless you’re his mother. He’s cold, abrasive, and a bit of dick. He detests people who can’t take care of themselves and hates covering anyone’s ass.

Not a good situation for you.

You had only developed your stand, Magenta Sunset, ten days ago. A week before your meeting with the StarDust Crusaders. It happened during a business trip to Cairo that you attended with your father.

The night it manifested, you were approached by a man named DIO. He used sweet words and promises to help you better understand this strange new power you had received, as long as you helped him when he needed it.

You naively agreed.

He took your hand and whisked you across Cairo’s rooftops to his mansion, the wind and his deep voice almost drowning out the screams of your father.

True to his word, he taught you about Stands and how to control yours, by inserting a flesh bud into your forehead and giving you your orders to eliminate the Joestars.

You encountered the Crusaders in a small desert town, and you launched your attack. The battle only lasted about fifteen minutes, and you shouted your apologies the entire time.

After being apprehended by purple and green tendrils, it was the redhead’s idea to have you join them, stating that your circumstances were no different from him. The old man agreed and ordered the teen dressed in all black to remove the flesh bud, and you were put under the care of the redhead, now known as Noriaki Kakyoin.

It soon became glaringly apparent that without the flesh bud dictating your movement, you were at an infant level with your stand. After some deliberation, the old man, Joseph Joestar, and the Egyptian, Muhammud Avdol, chalked it up to inexperience. Everyone had theirs for quite possibly years, while you only had yours for a mere couple of days.

With introductions and backstories out of the way, it was time to get back on the road. You took every opportunity to practice with your stand, and everyone agreed to help, except Jotaro, which was to be expected.

Kakyoin was your sparring partner more often than not. Under his guidance, you improved significantly, but you still faltered in defense. You always struggled to keep an eye on your surroundings and were slow to block.

The others would offer words of encouragement, but Jotaro would only scoff and throw an insult. His words hurt because you knew he was right. He was the strongest member of your team, and the team is only as strong as the weakest link. AKA, You. You started pushing yourself too far beyond your limits, to the point of exhaustion, and it was beginning to show. Your performance would drop, and Jotaro would degrade you more.

Kakyoin was always quick to rub salve on the wound, though. Every word he spoke lifted your spirits and inspired you to keep pushing. This might sound cliche to say, but you thought you might be falling for him.

Sadly, good things never last, and it all came crashing down after an actual battle. In a last-ditch effort, some C rated thug, who probably wasn’t even one of DIO's minions, launched a full-powered attack straight at you. Even the almighty Jotaro wasn’t prepared for it, and he just barely managed to pull you out of the way by the back of your shirt. He let you fall to the ground and quickly finished the thug off. He turned back to you and glared while looking you up and down. After a few tense seconds, he turned and walked away. He didn’t say anything. Not even a “Yare yare daze.”

That hurt worse than anything he could possibly say.

The other members of the group quickly came to your aid, gently pulling you to your feet and checking for injuries. You brushed them off with a smile and a wave. Kakyoin lingered longer than the rest, eyes filled with fear and pure relief at your safety. He embraced you in a giant hug, and you quickly returned it. Kakyoin pretended not to notice the way your body quaked in fear and how you clung to him like your life depended on it.

He knew Jotaro was harsh, but he didn’t expect it to affect you so severely. He worked with you every day, and none of his criticism ever got under your skin. But after seeing the sheer despair in your eyes after Jotaro turned his back to you solidified his belief that you cared about how Jotaro saw you.

His mind was telling him that it was only logical that you wanted Jotaro’s approval. He was the strongest of the group, and Jotaro’s harshness was a way of showing he cared. Still, Kakyoin’s heart overrode the system, and he couldn’t help but get angered at Jotaro’s lack of sympathy for you.

Later, out of the prying eyes of anybody else, he talked to Jotaro. It took some will power to keep his voice even as he tried to explain your side of things. Eventually, Jotaro acquiesced, promising to apologize to you.

That night, after everyone fell asleep, you snuck out over a sand dune to get some practice in. Every kick, every punch, every block seemed slow and sluggish as all of your pent up emotions chiseled away at the wall you put up. Letting out a frustrated groan, you dropped to your knees and cradled your head in your hands.

Large tears threatened to spill as you tried to suppress a sniffle. You knew it was useless to cry, but that didn’t stop the tears from falling

You were so wrapped up in your own emotions that you didn’t hear someone come up from behind and sit beside you.

“Messed up that badly today, huh?”

You jumped and quickly manifested your stand, ready to attack. Before you could, Emerald coils wrapped around your arms and pinned them to your sides.

“Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s just me.”

It was Kakyoin. Honestly, as much as you cared for him, he was the last person you wanted to see. He put too much time and effort into your training to see you on your knees, sobbing like a baby.

“It is just you. What do you want?” You managed to push Hierophant's coils off and sat up, pulling your legs to your chest.

“A reason to why you’re in the desert trying not to cry? A moment of your time? Penny for your thoughts?”

You let out a half-hearted scoff and played with the hem of your shirt.

Kakyoin chuckled. “A nickel?” No reaction. “A dime?”

Your face broke out into a smile against your will. “How about a quarter?”

Kakyoin rooted around in his pocket for a bit. “Aha! One quarter. You’re thoughts, M’Lady?”

You took the quarter and sighed, setting it between you as a time filler as you figured out what to say. You always admired Kakyoin. His stand is well-rounded, and he was so strong. He never walked out into the desert to lose control of his emotions. You knew it would be hard to explain everything you felt in a way he would understand.

“I’m weak.” You finally say after a long pause.

Kakyoin blinked in surprise. “You’re not weak.”

“Yes! I am! I can’t block attacks, and I’m painfully unaware of what’s happening around me! Anybody and their mother could sneak up on me! You did! I have to rely on everybody else to protect me, and there’s nothing I can do to get better!”

You threw your arms around Kakyoin and buried your face into his chest to hide your shame. He sputtered on air, and he prayed that you couldn’t feel the way his heart sped up.

He wrapped his arms around you and said, “That still doesn’t mean you’re weak.”

“How so?” You asked teary-eyed.

“Y/N. You are one of the strongest offense fighters on our team. Magenta Sunset might have lower defense, but you really make up for it in offense and improvisation. The others only wish they could come up with crazy ideas that just might work on the fly like you.”

Your ears twinged pink at his kind words. “Even you?”

“Especially me.” Kakyoin moved his hands to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. “ Look, you’d never be able to guess it, but Hierophant is actually kind of terrible at offense. Sure it has the Emerald Splash, but it works better out of the spotlight. And every time I see you and Sunset spring into the thrall without a moment’s hesitation, I get so jealous because I could never just jump in guns blazing. Hierophant works better in enclosed spaces, but Sunset works great just about anywhere.”

Kakyoin suddenly caught himself.

“Sorry. I was rambling again. But you get the idea, you are so amazing and so far from weak. I know I’ve only known you for a couple of days, but I really like you, Y/N.” He accidentally confessed.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the redhead’s words. You never imagined that anybody thought of you like that, not even Polnareff. When you didn’t respond, Kakyoin’s face lit up in a fiery scarlet.

“I.. I mean-I mean! I look up t-”

“I have an idea.” Your words cut off any excuses in his throat. “It’s crazy, but it just might work.”

“Yeah?”

“Hierophant sucks at offense,” You said as you pulled yourself off of Kakyoin.

“You don’t have to put it so bluntly.”

“Sunset sucks at defense.” You twirled a lock of hair while deep in concentration.

“I’m not sure where you’re going with this.” Kakyoin gently pulled his curl from your fingers.

“We both like each other, and we will spend a lot of time together now, since you confessed,” You took his hand in yours.

“Naturally. Wait, what?”

“Why don’t we partner up and give each other a helping hand.”

Kakyoin was going to ask about what you meant, but the realization of how great an idea that was hit Kakyoin like a truck. “Oh my God, that’s a great idea!”

Kakyoin pulled you to your feet and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. He went on a tangent about how great of an idea that was, and you couldn’t help but to laugh and go along, shushing him to keep his voice down.

As the two of you lost yourselves in tactics and techniques, you didn’t notice a tall figure stand some distance away.

“Yare yare. I guess I’ll apologize tomorrow. Lovebirds are having too much fun.”

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bluboothalassophile · 5 years

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I know you probably won't want to for reasons, but, how crazy would it be to write a one shot of Jason from HFAB universe to run into Jason from Calm in the Storm? Just a little woops, not supposed to be here, mind screw!

Hello,

I’m always up for mind screws, so where shall we begin…?

Right Woman, Wrong Universe…

The light filtered through the window curtains into his eyeswhich had him groaning as he pulled a pillow over his head and rolled away fromit. It was too early in the morning for light! He nuzzled his face into thesecond pillow and squeezed his eyes shut tighter to attempt to fall back fromthat in between point of sleep and awake to go back to blissfulunconsciousness. There was a shift of weight on the bed, which he ignored invain hopes of going back to sleep. The soft moan of a soft, husky voice he knewhad his eyes snapping open as he bolted upright, the sheet being yanked fromhis companion.

Jason blinked rapidly, sleep gone from his mind as he stareddown at her.

Her long black hair was fanned over the pillow beside him,her naked body was prone as her delicate breast rose and fell in even breaths.Her hand curled on the pillow by her head, her other hand rested on her smooth,bare stomach, which had his eyes trailing further down.

Difference between that drunken Christmas and right now wasshe was fully naked, there was no delicated lacy panties shielding her from hisview. The runes on her were different but he knew those could change. Jasonlooked around the room; where the hell were they!?

Slowly and cautiously he slipped out of the bed, startled byhis equally naked state.

Shit!

Did they…? He looked at the torn, discarded clothes that litteredthe floor. There were a discarded condoms, which had him panicking as he lookedaround. Grabbing a pair of pants he darted silently of the room, having no ideawhere they were, and hoping to find clues as to what the hell had happened lastnight.

Last night, he had been out, drinking in a dive bar hefavored; he remembered that because he was bitching with a fellow regular aboutthe Knights game as they were slaughtered by the Mets. He had had a couplebeers, and with the Pit he didn’t get the buzz or get drunk easily.

She had sauntered in, he remembered that, but it wasn’tRaven…

No, he had been making out with Rose last night. Heremembered because they had made it to the alley, and he had her pinned to abrick wall while they struggled for dominance. She had bite his abused lip, hehad cursed her as he twisted her arm behind her back, she had shoved her assagainst…

Well, that was the last thing he remembered.

He had definitely not been with or near Rae, so what thehell had happened.

“Mmm, morning handsome,” a seductive smoky voice purred asshe sauntered in, there was an open Alonso jersey on her, that did nothing tohide her.

His eyes raked over her before he determinedly looked outthe window.

“Uh… morning,” he muttered.

“Jason? Is something wrong?” she asked, he tensed when herhand touched his upper shoulder.

“Uh… did we… last night…” he stammered out, stepping out ofher reach to assess the permanent damage he had inflicted on his best friend.There were hickeys, bruises, there were marks of passion; but he didn’tremember putting them there. Immediately he reached out and did up the buttonson her jersey.

Raven gave him a startled look then.

“Yes… we did… did that explosion make you lose your memory?I know I said I wouldn’t, but Jason,” she started reaching for him. He saw themagic on her fingers and ducked out of her range. Nope. No. The last thing heneeded was for her to know about his private fantasies she had been starring inlately. Though looking at her now he guessed that it was a moot point.

“Um… Rae… I… Look, I’m sorry, but I didn’t, I… I’m sorry,please don’t… um… this doesn’t change anything,” he said.

Raven chuckled softly. “Jason, I enjoyed last night,” shepromised.

Well that makes one of us, he thought internally. “I just… Idon’t want this to ruin us,” he said.

Now she took a step away from him, her dark eyes raking overhim critically. “Jason?”

“Uh… I’ll just, I’ll get my shit and go…” he started.

“Stay right there Jason Peter Todd,” she snapped. He frozeseeing the dark look on her face, but there was nothing but concern on herfeatures as well. “What are you talking about?”

“I… We slept together last night.”

“I’m aware. We do that frequently.”

“We had sex Rae and I’m sorry for fucking this up! I’mtrying not to fuck it up more!” he snapped. She looked a bit confused, butthere was a critical way she was looking at him which made him think he shouldback track. He was wrecking everything, but he didn’t… he couldn’t… he didn’tknow what to do! She was his best friend! Shit! Raven was everything! And hedidn’t remember sleeping with her! He remembered Rose; he did not know how hehad landed here though, and it was freaking him out.

“Fuck it up how?” Raven asked.

“Uh… look, you’re my best friend, and I…”

“Jason, what’s the last thing you remember? You can tell me,I won’t get upset,” she promised.

“Uh… I was at my regular dive, bitching about the Knightsgetting slaughtered by the Mets, and then Rose and I were making out, I thinkshe might’ve drugged me, but I don’t know how the hell you and I got into bedand I am so sorry Rae! Let me fix this!”

“Jason,” Raven said walking to grab his arms, he felt thecalm radiating off of her as she forced him to look into her eyes. “I don’tthink I’m your Raven.”

“Huh?”

“I have been in a relationship with my Jason for nearly fouryears now, we have fabulous sex frequently, and are best friends. You didn’t ruinanything, I don’t think you’re my Jason and I’m not your Raven, and I don’tthink you and I slept together.”

“Oh thank God,” he breathed, his knees going weak as hecaught himself on the countered. “No offense, I mean you’re smoking hot and mytype,” he started awkwardly. Raven merely smiled softly.

“No offense taken,” she promised. “Let me get properlydressed and we’ll sort this thing out.” She walked off, and he watched her ass;sue him, he was a guy and Raven was smoking hot! She reappeared dressed inleggings and her jersey, she pulled her long hair up in a tail and assessedhim.

“I met my Jason when he pointed a gun at my head and theLazarus Pit was drowning him. I hid him in my room and even under my bed for abouta month before I moved and got an apartment with him, he moved out two weekslater, and remained my dearest friend, and semi-roommate for years. He’s RedHood and Red X, he and I started dating when he kissed me when the Cubs won theWorld Series,” she said. “I love him very much, and you are not him, but if youlet me I would like to help you and get him back.”

Jason blinked several times at not-his-Rae staring at himwith the exact same determined expression his Rae wore when she was going upagainst his skittish nature, traumas and defenses.

“I met my Rae officially when I stole her mind and she cameto kick my ass, then dragged me off to go get it back. She’s my best friend,and no we are not a couple, I would never do that to her, you, she, you knowwhat I mean, you’re too good for me.” He admitted.

“Nice to meet you Jason,” she offered her hand to him.

“You too Raven. Where the hell am I?” he asked.

“You’re in my Jason’s and I’s apartment, we’ve lived herefor a couple of years now, he just finished the bathroom renovations,” shechuckled.

“Oh!?” he lifted a brow. Jason had, since living with Royand renovating that massive warehouse, found he liked flipping properties, itwas hard work, but rewarding and he liked to work with his hands. It wassatisfying; almost as satisfying as being Red Hood.

“Yeah, I take it as you like that too?”

“Yeah, you don’t?”

“No, I like it, I just don’t like having you leave me in amess of renovations!” she defended.

“I would never!” he sputtered.

“I see, your Rae has you better trained then.”

“Not really,” he said.

“It’s okay Jason. I’m just teasing.”

“I…” he sputtered.

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Well… you’re definitely Raven,” he said.

“And you’re definitely Jason. So tell me why you aren’t withme in your universe.”

“Do I look suicidal to you?”

“Depends on the light.”

“Hardy-har-har Rae, how the hell am I getting home!?”

“With ruby shoes?” she offered.

“I see I’ve rubbed off on you in this universe.”

“We always bring out the best in each other.”

“More like the snark.”

“That too,” she chuckled. “Come on, we’ll start with MadamXandu to find out where you’re from and Constantine to find out how you got here.”

“Well, if I’m here then your Jason is with my Rae…” Jasonstarted then paled. “If he kisses her I’m knocking his face in!” he warned.

“Well, if you’re like my Jason then I’ll let you know nowthat he’s done a hell of a lot more than kissing,” she chuckled.

“Don’t… for the love of anything sacred do not go there,please!” he pleaded.

“But I’m your type,” she mused.

“That’s the problem,” he grumbled.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #crack fic #hopes for a bastard universe #calm in the storm #jason todd #raven #jayrose #jayrae

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callsignbaphomet · 5 years

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Rapid Fire Tips for New Players

You can hit a stunned partner out of their stun.

Speaking of stuns you can see when a partner is stunned, next to their name two little yellow stars will show up and they stand still while wobbling helplessly. You can also hear when someone gets stunned.

One fire? Roll 3 times on dry land and fire's put out. On water or moist surfaces you roll twice or once and the fire's out.

Sharpen your weapon between "matches". When a monster stops attacking to go to another area it'll be the perfect time to sharpen your weapon. Please do.

ALWAYS BRING LIFEPOWDER!

Unless it's an Elder Dragon always capture the monster. I know y'all wanna be edgelords and kill the monster but it's in YOUR best interest to capture the monster. Unless you want to repeat every single optional hunting quest. Plus it's safer to capture, say you're one cart away from failing the quest and the monster is finally going back to its nest. If you capture it it can't fight back which means there is ZERO chances for you to faint.

Speaking of Elder Dragons, they cannot be captured. Traps (shock, pitfall) do not work on them. There is no way you can capture an Elder Dragon, I don't care what the commander said. In fact he should've known better!

Always upgrade your weapons. Trust me, you don't wanna play catch up once you reach High Rank. It'll be insanely frustrating.

Go back to the smithy every once in a while to see if you can upgrade your armor. Don't be an idiot. More defense = less damage = less carts. Don't be cheap with your armor upgrades.

Always take some time to go gathering, fishing and foraging in all different maps. You get materials, you can gather monster clues, you learn the map, you find pets, and unlock investigations. This is also an excellent way to complete bounties which net you Research Points and Armor Spheres. Green (easy), blue (medium), red (hard).

Every time you spawn back in Astera stop by the Resource Center (place with the woman, elf and dawrf...I think it's a dawrf...).

Make use of the Botanical Center. Trust me.

Take some time to rearrange your item box. It's empty now compared to how it'll be later, especially after Kulve Taroth. You're welcome.

It's okay not to "main" a weapon. It's also okay to have a comfort weapon. Play around with all 14 and see how you do and how comfortable you feel. Some have a heftier learning curve than others. There are plenty of good tutorials on YouTube. The only weapon I can give a full tutorial on is Insect Glaive ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

However! I do suggest you get acquainted with at least 1 ranged weapon for hard to reach monsters like Rathalos, Paolumu, Bazelguese, Azure Rathalos and Legiana. *laughs in flash pods*

Hey, dual blade users, quit fucking doing Demon Dance every chance you get. It's extremely risky as you are locked in a lengthy animation and a monster can easily cart your dumb ass. You also should not do Demon Dance on a downed monster's head if you're in multiplayer. The head belongs to hammers and hunting horn users. You go for the body.

Downed/tripped/KO'd monsters can be divided in 3 parts for attacking: head, body (this includes the wings) and tail. Each weapon is "designated" for each part. To sorta give you an idea: horns and hammers go for the head. Insect Glaive, Dual Blades, Sword and Shield go for the body and/or wings. You can even divide yourselves. One on the back/wings and one in the front so you don't trip each other. Long Sword and Great Sword users go for the tail. Charge Blade and Switch Axe users can go for either the tail or body just asses the situation. Bow, Light Bowgun and Heavy Bowgun don't need to get up close and personal so they can go where they please just be mindful not to shoot your partners.

Hey, Great Sword, Switch Axe, Charge Blade, Hammer and Hunting Horn users. Be mindful of your partners and your upswing attacks. You'll send your partners flying which means less DPS on the monster which is never a good idea. Ever. Unless you're communicating and someone asks for a boost to mount the monster then go ahead and upswing that bitch and y'all can laugh about that successful mount later.

Hey, Hunting Horn users, before you even think about engaging a monster do the Improvement Song on yourself. You're welcome.

Hey, Bow users, you know the Arc Shot? Neat right? Stop fucking spamming that shit! Look, unless you got it set up to get consistent KOs all you're doing is flinching your partners out of their attacks which means less DPS on the monster and like I said that is bad, no bueno. Quit. It. Even if you have it set up right you only throw it when you can get it lined up right so that rocks hit the monster's head.

Hey, LBG users, you know your Wyvernblast? When a monster is tripped, falls over or gets KO'd run up to its head, plant 1 Wyvernblast near it and let your meelee weapon partners go ham on it. MORE DAMAGE!

Hey, Insect Glaive users, you know all those really cool aerial attacks you can do? They're practically useless! Stop it! While pretty and flashy it does less damage than grounded attacks. Aerial attacks are pretty much situational and a bit niche. Don't spam that shit!

Hey, Bow users, yes, you again! Dragonpiercer looks really awesome but you should never do it just because you can. You're locked in a long animation and the monster could aggro you and cart you because you decided to be flashy. There's other reasons not to do the DP because it has less elemental damage but I don't know the math behind that. Find some tutorials on why DP is no good really.

Wanna join a quest? Cool, do not click on "available quests". It's rude, you'll most likely fuck up whatever the host is trying to do and there's a good chance you'll get kicked out anyway. Unless you're in a squad session or someone asks people in the hall to join their quest there's no reason for you to do that. Don't be that person.

If you wanna avoid uninvited guests just change your player limit to 1 so it's just you. Or put a password so no one can come in unless they know the password. Just know that if you change the amount of players to 1 you can't use the SOS Flare.

Abandon Quest will replenish all items you used so if a quest isn't going your way you can use that option.

If you're in multiplayer and you or someone else carts DON'T BE AN ASS CLOWN AND LEAVE THE QUEST. Fucking stay, you never know, you might just make it. 4 is better than 3, 3 is better than 2 and 2 is better than 1.

Please, please, please refrain from making racist, homophobic, rape and other offensive shoutouts. It's stupid af, cringey and you look like a fucking moron. I can't believe it has to be said in the year 2019 but I've seen some really stupid shit.

When in multiplayer please fucking avoid taking every item out of the item box. Each person takes 1 pack of potions and 1 pack of rations. That's it. Everything is shared between y'all and taking everything is a bitch ass move. Share!

Don't be that person that stops in the middle of the fight to carve a tail. There's a good chance you'll get hit by an attack and cart. Do it when the monster leaves the area, is killed or is captured.

If someone mounts a monster DO NOT FLASH THE MONSTERS. If you're a ranged weapon keep attacking. If melee take the time to sharpen your weapon and heal or reapply buffs. Soon as the mounter takes the monster down it's time to go ham on it. You get a few seconds of free DPS as the monster will be down and won't attack.

A lot of people still do this shit and it's caused a lot of carts. Do not flash Lunastra. It doesn't make her fall, it just pisses her off and she spams her Super Nova attack. This is for High Rank people.

Guild cards! Send them to everyone you see but only once. There's an achievement that unlocks once you collect 50.

Need help in the arena but no one wants to help? Go to the Handler or board. Online Session - Search for an Online Session - Filter Search - Quest Preference and switch it to Arena. It can be filtered to find any specific thing you need and chances are there'll be people already hosting sessions to do a specific thing.

If you're trying to track down a monster but the scoutflies are all over the place and you're kinda lost just open the map and close it. That resets them.

You can save builds in loadouts and it saves everything you wear so it makes switching between builds easy. Everything saves. Only got 1 specific decoration that you wanna use for several different builds? That's okay, make the build, save it and then make the other builds. The game itself will remember what you had saved and it'll "move" tat one decoration to the build you equipped. Easy peasy. Though I suggest you wait till High Rank so you can save the good end game loadouts.

You can also make item loadouts and save them. You can also customize the wheel and save it to the item loadout.

There's monster poop in every map. Hoard that crap like your life depends on it because it WILL depend on it during HR when Bazelguese and Deviljho decide to invade your quests.

Investigations are perfect for farming. Need a monster piece? Check your Hunter Notes and see what part you gotta break for it and then start an investigation. Bronze boxes give you shitty parts, silver give you good parts and gold gives the best parts.

Slinger ammo is actually more important than you think. Try to always have some ammo loaded on your slinger in case you need to get a monster's attention, need to stop it from escaping or flinch it after it pinned you down and you need to make a quick get away.

Monsters have weaknesses and resistances. Check what a monster is weak to and use it. Don't go fighting Kirin with a thunder weapon! Remember Pokemon? Same concept.

When you or a partner makes a monster fall asleep stop attacking! You can tell because the monster suddenly stops attacking and the music dies down. This is the perfect time to put some bombs on the monster to do massive damage. When you see a sleeping monster don't touch it!

#monster hunter #monster hunter world #monhun #mhw

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weilongfu · 4 years

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krazy-noona replied to your post: I played myself. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered...

Yeah, I didn’t even attempt that. Was it awful?

Okay so....

There is something you have to understand about the main straight plot in Love With Flaws in that... The misunderstanding trope is compounded in several ways.

Without wishing to spoil, it really depends on your ability to accept certain levels of wacky and obtuse behavior in order to get through the straight parts of the drama. And these are the usual tropes you see in KDramas, so if you’re used to that, you’ll probably be fine. The one thing that really bothers me is that one misunderstanding is about the sexuality of the male lead and while it’s not necessarily offensive, it just feels weird that they had to go there while incorporating an actual gay pairing into the show.

Plus I just finished ep 12 and the BL storyline is still... non-existent other than the gay brother being rather out and proud with his family and that he’s seen the guy who’s still closeted but into him a few times now. Who wants to bet that the majority of their plot happens towards the end.

Kudos to the show though for the third brother’s pairing. He’s an Idol trainee and the girl he’s paired with doesn’t give a shit and she kicks ass at dodgeball. I’m rooting for her to kick his ass.

#krazy-noona #wei watches

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crystalelemental · 4 years

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Alright folks, there’s a lot of leaks, and a lot to get through. Bear with me, this is not going to be coherent.

Let’s start with my favorites, and the Pokemon I’ve considered using. Hatterene! Healer and Anticipation are garbage-ass abilities, in every way, shape, and form. Thank god for Magic Bounce as a hidden ability, eh? Not clear how we’ll even get Hidden Abilities, or if they’re available at all in this game, but that’s at least something for the poor creature. Stats are...honestly really good. 57/90/95/136/103/29 (BST: 510). I’m sure by now, everyone knows what I’m going to say. Why is HP so low? That’s almost certainly going to be a damning feature. Gardevoir has better special bulk all-around than Hatterene. All Hatterene has is better physical bulk, and for some reason a base 90 in Attack. The hell is it going to do with that? Should’ve shaved off 20-30 points from Attack and put it literally anywhere else. The only thing it truly has over Gardevoir is higher special attack, and obscenely low speed for Trick Room abuse. Which...Gardevoir runs a fantastic Scarf set with Trick, so it really depends what kind of speed control game you want to play. They’ll both have unique roles to play, though, which is all I can ask for. That said, I’m anticipating UU. No Moonblast. It really doesn’t learn anything useful for Singles. It has Psychic naturally, thank god, and also packs Healing Wish, can learn Nuzzle through egg moves, and gets both Giga Drain and Mystical Fire through TMs, which...I kinda love that Mystical Fire is a TM, not gonna lie. TRs give about nothing. Psyshock, which it somehow doesn’t learn naturally because this game sucks at movepools, and Dark Pulse, which isn’t going to be too useful as it is. All in all, it’s not bad, but lack of Moonblast or seriously good coverage options barring maybe Mystical Fire will be a hindrance. Gigantamax may force it into OU. God, I hope they consider Gigantamax forms separate from base forms...

Alcremie! 65/60/75/110/121/64 (BST: 495). It’s about as stock standard a Fairy as any. Oh, except it doesn’t learn Moonblast. Yeah. Apparently GameFreak’s solution to Fairy types being too strong, was to just not give the new Fairies any access to Moonblast, but still let it exist on everything else that already learned it. So that’s...you know, that’s a choice. A shitty, shitty choice for idiots. But a choice. Sweet Veil kinda sucks, only preventing sleep, while Aroma Veil continues to be better and shuts down things like Taunt. It also learns Mystical Fire and Giga Drain, hysterically, as well as Psychic/Psyshock through TMs. But still, no Moonblast. Kind of damning. Unless Moonblast received a nerf, this is honestly a slap in the face for these two.

Frosmoth! 70/65/60/125/90/65 (BST: 475). Why? Why is it so slow? Yes, I know it gets Quiver Dance, but come on! Shield Dust isn’t a great ability, but it’s not terrible. Ice Scales, though? Halves all damage taken from special attacks. It’s like reverse Fur Coat. Which...honestly, it’s going to be nuts. That’s not just a halving of its obscene weakness to Fire, but a halving of all special moves. Physical attacks will drop it like a real life moth being hit with a rock, but still. It gets access to Defog, Quiver Dance, Bug Buzz, and Aurora Veil, but somehow only gets Blizzard and not Ice Beam. It can learn Giga Drain and Air Slash through TM, and Ice Beam and Dazzling Gleam through TR. All in all...frankly the best of the Pokemon I’d consider. Yeah, weak physical bulk hurts, as does its slowness, but it comes with a solid base kit. It does really need that hidden ability to work at all, though. Without it, it’s...going to suck. Royally.

Thievul! 70/58/58/87/92/90 (BST: 455). To the shock of absolutely no one, it fucking sucks! Go figure. Run Away is useless, Unburden is only helpful if you actually have an attacking stat to work with, but Stakeout? That’s...actually not too bad. Pure Dark isn’t that good defensively though, so it’s not exactly scaring much out, but doubling the base power of moves against things that switch in is really nice. That said, it didn’t save Gumshoos, and it won’t save Thievul. All of its learned moveset is physical. Because of course it is. It learns Nasty Plot, but have fun using it with all nothing you learn. TRs are the only options to teach it anything, and all it gets is Dark Pulse, Psychic, and Shadow Ball. Considering Dark and Ghost hit the exact same types super-effectively, this is essentially a wash. Not even Mystical Fire? It’s a fox for fuck’s sake! I guess it also has Grass Knot. Oh, and Round! Those will save the meta. Fuck off.

Honestly, I’m done here. There are others I’m interested in, but you get the picture: movesets this generation are absolute ass. Which is extra shitty, considering many hyper-critical TMs are now relegated to TRs, which are Gen 1-4 TMs, where they’re single use and gone forever. No confirmation on whether you can get more than one in a playthrough. At best, it requires BP. Which, if there’s no Mantine Surf equivalent, sucks ass. At worst, they’re single-acquisition. Which means if you have a team of Pokemon, and you want more than one to learn Earthquake? Fuck you, play the other game in its entirety, teach nothing Earthquake, and trade over the TR. God, this sucks. But to really hammer home the point? Coalossal. It’s the final form of Rolycoly, a Rock/Fire type. It’s a big behemoth thing, so you know, kind of a big deal since those are a fairly popular type, like Aggron and the like. As a Rock type, it gets two Rock moves of potential value: Rock Slide, and Stone Edge. Guess which one it learns naturally. Trick question: neither. It learns Rock Blast. At level 54. As the only Rock move it learns other than Smack Down. And no, Skill Link is not a move it can learn. It’s completely useless. This is Gen 3 Aggron all over again. Such a cool looking Pokemon that should kick all kinds of ass, and it learns exactly nothing of value.

The whole system of learning moves is entirely fucked if BP isn’t easily farmable. All the most important moves are TRs now, and are therefore one-turn use. TMs are mostly nonsense, with a few outrageous picks like Giga Drain and Air Slash allowed in for infinite reuse. With movepools not making sense either, even Pokemon who should learn the moves naturally may not have access. Moonblast seems like it takes a serious hit overall, especially with poor Hatterene and Alcremie. I just...I hate it.

But hey, the meta must be fixed, right? They said they’d be fixing it, so they must have succeeded just like the last two generations! Yeah, it’s...it’s a shitshow. Aside from the disaster that is movepool accessibility, which doesn’t simplify or impact the meta, just makes the acquisition of needed moves that much harder to access for no fucking reason, we also have disasters in the ability field as well! Ice Scales is busted as hell, Ice Face seems to replenish each turn when Hail is active and takes physical hits as if there were a substitute, among others. Then there’s Perish Body, which sounds like a great way to finally put a halt to physical sweepers using Dragon Dance and Swords Dance sets, is only on Cursola, who has...wow, 60 base HP and 50 base defense! So knocked over by a light breeze. Spectacular, so much for that working out.

Oh, but then there’s the other horrors. Terrains are still in the game, folks. That’s right, Surge abilities are here! The Grass starter? Yeah, Grassy Surge is its hidden ability. The other terrains are just as available. Psychic Surge is on both forms of Indeedee, which, while we’re here, which is which? My guess is the female form is the one that loses power and speed for more bulk, making it objectively worse than its male counterpart, again, for like the billionth time they’ve made a male/female split on the same Pokemon.

But the worst, by far...is Libero. The Scorbunny line’s hidden ability. “Changes Pokemon’s type to the type of move it’s about to use. Depending on when this goes into effect, this is a buffed Protean. If it changes start of the turn, this is a straight upgrade. Because now, even if you catch it off-guard with a Scarf or something, it’s just going to change type and you have no idea what to. We’ve got Fire, Flying, Fighting, Psychic, Poison, Steel, and Normal as the best options with physical moves learned. I’m sure someone can piece together the best possible combination of four moves to just never take super-effective damage ever.

This is what pisses me off. The meta isn’t balanced. At all. It hasn’t even started and I can tell you that much. You left all the broken tools in the game, under different forms. Yes, the Tapu are gone, but the Terrains still exist and are just as devastating as always. You got rid of Greninja, fantastic, but now Cinderace exists with the same broken ability, but possibly buffed, and with higher offensive stats. You still gave a ton of new Pokemon the “Average across the board” treatment, or weaknesses in critical areas like Frosmoth’s low speed or Cursola’s low physical defense or Hatterene’s low HP, and they’re not going to perform well because of it. Meanwhile others get to be obscene, like Cinderace or Dragapult with its 142 base speed. And then there’s Thievul over here whose highest base stat is 92, so good fucking luck making that work. You told me the dex removal was for balancing purposes, and this is what you deliver to me? This literal shit? I’m so irritated by this. They’ll have to pull something really substantial off to make these Technical Records not feel like a severe step backwards in accessibility.

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sword and shield spoilers #pokesalt

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recentanimenews · 4 years

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Bookshelf Briefs 2/16/20

Black Clover, Vol. 19 | By Yuki Tabata | Viz Media – The nature of these volumes is they tend to be between 9-11 chapters no matter what, and while some thought is always given for an appropriate “cliffhanger” (and there’s a good one here), it does sometimes mean that the emotional beat can happen earlier than the author might like. That’s definitely the case here—this book is front-loaded as hell, with the absolute highlight being Noelle reuniting with her family, kicking ass, and her older brother apologizing for the constant abuse he hurled at her. It’s really fantastic. The rest of the book can’t help but feel like an anticlimax, though there is a nice bit at the end where Asta and company make a chaotic entrance to join in the fight. Which isn’t over yet, so next time? – Sean Gaffney

Horimiya, Vol. 13 | By Hero and Daisuke Hagiwara | Yen Press – This manga has too many cast members in it we have to remember, especially given that it only comes out now about once every six months or so. We see Iura dealing with his younger sister, who is having exam worries, and it’s meant to contrast to his “the guy nobody likes” persona at school, but I can’t really retain enough about what he was like for it to really impact. One good thing about this volume is that Hori is relatively behaved, so there’s a lot less of the “wacky” consent issues we saw in prior volumes. When she acts relatively normal, she and Miyamura remind you why we loved this manga in the first place. That said, it really does not appear to be headed towards any specific conclusion. How long will it go on? – Sean Gaffney

Levius/est, Vol. 1 | By Haruhisa Nakata | Viz Media – I probably should have read the Levius omnibus before picking up Levius/est. As far as I can tell, the first volume is mostly a recap of the original series told at an astonishingly breakneck speed. (Levius ended prematurely when Ikki ceased publication; Nakahata essentially had to restart the series in a new magazine, Ultra Jump.) It’s admittedly impressive how much ground Nakata manages to cover in such a short span, but I’m hoping that Levius/est finds a more sustainable and enjoyable pace soon. I want to see the mixed martial arts matches between cyborgs that will either save or destroy the world. I want a chance to actually get to know the characters beyond a surface-level lightning overview of their tragic backstories. I want the worldbuilding to not need to rely on heavy-handed exposition. Right now, Levius/est‘s greatest strength is Nakata’s stylish artwork, but something more would be welcomed. – Ash Brown

Magus of the Library, Vol. 2 | By Mitsu Izumi | Kodansha Comics – Having enjoyed the first volume of Magus of the Library, I was looking forward to the second, even if the series is not always the most subtle of works narratively speaking. But I can’t help but love the underlying message of libraries (reading in generally, really) as a method of gaining knowledge, expanding one’s horizons, and developing empathy for others. At the same time, the work acknowledges the potential harm the written word can cause depending on its use. As a librarian, I can especially appreciate Izumi incorporating real-world social, economic, and political concerns surrounding libraries (fairly accurately, actually, although with simplification) into the fantasy setting of Magus of the Library. Other related areas the second volume of the series specifically addresses include bookselling and bookbinding. The volume also serves as something like a travelogue and introduces new characters destined, I’m sure, to become Theo’s cohorts in training at the Central Library. – Ash Brown

Murcielago, Vol. 13 | By Yoshimurakana | Yen Press – OK, the master swordsman arc did not finish off quite as fast as I’d hoped, but that’s fine, as it gives us a chance to see Kuroko in action some more (and still really struggling, which is cool), as well as Himiko’s dynamic entrance in her car, always a treat. After that’s resolved, we start a sequel arc, as Goldmarie’s body is not lying mouldering in the grave as it should be, but has gone missing. And now there’s a bunch of murders happening in and around the sewers, which gives the artist another chance to lovingly depict a lot of corpses and gore. Murcielago is never going to be children’s entertainment, but it’s a lot of fun provided ultraviolent lesbians are your bag. – Sean Gaffney

My Hero Academia, Vol. 23 | By Kohei Horikoshi | Viz Media – So Izuku has multiple powers now. That said, he’s still having trouble learni8ng about them at all, so has to finish the fight quirkless. Honestly, Uraraka is the MVP of this battle, and there’s some nice ship tease with her and Izuku as my reward. After that, we switch over to the dark side of the cast—it even gets pointed out, with one chapter being called “My Villain Academia,” and a heavier focus on the League of Villains, who are falling on hard times at the moment. Things are not helped by a new, more corporate set of villains trying to get their foot in the door, and the volume ends with a confrontation. This has become one of the biggest Jump series, and it’s well deserved. – Sean Gaffney

My Hero Academia, Vol. 23 | By Kohei Horikoshi | VIZ Media – There is so much going on in this volume. As the battle training with class B comes to a close, Midoriya learns that he will eventually inherit six additional quirks from past wielders of One for All and Shinso gets to use his power to save someone and earns admission into the hero course. Mina gets a couple of badass panels while Uraraka gets several (as well as a rare smile from Aizawa). I love how much Aizawa has taken Shinso under his wing as well as a glimpse and a reference to someone he and Mic knew when they were students, a boy called Shirakumo. We also meet the Meta Liberation Army, who are determined to take down the League of Villains. Todoroki and Bakugo get their provisional hero licenses and we learn a little of Shigaraki’s backstory. Phew! I love this series so much. – Michelle Smith

My Hero Academia: Smash!!, Vol. 3 | By Hirofumi Neda| Viz Media – Again, I like how this gag series is handled. It’s character-based exaggeration, but it also follows the main storyline for the most part, so it can use multiple modes of humor. It’s also not above pointing out its own flaws—when Momo is lacking confidence, Eraserhead tells her to spend a week living with Uraraka, and the latter is quick to point out that “my poverty being of service to you” is offensive. Of course, the series is also not above mocking her love of rich person’s food over and over again, so. We even get a good look at the league of villains here, and they’re just as goofy. This is still a lot of fun. – Sean Gaffney

The Quintessential Quintuplets, Vol. 7 | By Negi Haruba | Kodansha Comics – Somehow I missed reviewing the sixth volume of this series, and it’s a shame, as the seventh book is fantastic, possibly the highlight of the series in general. After spending about half of it leading up to the exams, and reminding us what’s at stake, we see the girls taking them one by one, each flashing back to their own issues and challenges—the biggest of which may be Yotsuba’s, as she reveals she’s the one who failed the makeup exam at their old school, and the others left with her in solidarity. The results are brought off perfectly, but Nino is saved for last, and she’s the one who gets the best part, right at the end. Still one of the best romantic comedy manga we’ve seen in some time. – Sean Gaffney

The Way of the Househusband, Vol. 2 | By Kousuke Oono | Viz Media – There’s not really much here in plot or characterization beyond the surface. But when the surface is this, you absolutely don’t care. Househusband is all about style, and in that the book succeeds dramatically. I liked that it featured his wife a bit more in the various chapters, and you can see why he loves her. Everyone keeps mistaking him for doing horrible yakuza deals, even when he’s pushing spices for birthday parties. That said, you really can’t blame them given he’s also pushing his yakuza thoughts into his everyday life, such as the yoga poses, which was absolutely hilarious. We also meet his wife’s family, and their desperate attempts at bonding, which they do after a fashion. This is a whole lot of fun. – Sean Gaffney

Yona of the Dawn, Vol. 22 | By Mizuho Kusanagi | VIZ Media – This volume begins with the aftermath of the adventure in Sei, with Lady Riri dealing with the gratitude of her people, which she doesn’t feel she’s earned; Hak reflecting on adolescent memories of Su-Won, whose ability to see the world impartially means he has no special attachment to anyone; and the Four Dragons working to get back a hairpin for Yona that Su-Won gave her. Then we’re off to another adventure in a foreign land. One of the princesses of Xing is sure they’re Kohka’s next target for expansion and proposes war while her younger sister proposes preemptive surrender in order to save lives. Would-be assassins raid the latter’s compound, where there are a couple of badass fighters and lots of kitties. It’s very much a transitional volume, but still quite good. I’m always bummed whenever I run out of Yona to read. = Michelle Smith

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he left the bloodstains on the carpet ₪ seblaine

TAGGING: Sebastian Smythe & Blaine Anderson

WHEN: 5 MAR 2020, 1900

WHERE: One of the many UT Gyms

WHAT: One smooth criminal stops to lay down some lines on a sexy fellow student. Both of them fill with tension in a hot moment, however that tension shifts when they realize who exactly they’re flirting with.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Before every workout, Blaine always washed out the tightly held down curls and put away his bow ties. Then it was a tank top, zip up jacket, and shorts. Just like California, Texas always had that crisp air that made joggers unneeded. There was a bit of cold weather every now and then, but he liked to let his skin breathe for once.

Even though the university had several gyms, Blaine always choose the same one. He used his student id to check in and abandon his things in a locker. Walking into the gym, he was typing up his hands. He took his usual position next to the punching bags. He noted that somebody was there and did a small head nod. He knew them from days before. He started to move his arms in a bit of a warm up before peddling his feet. Hoping up and down, he started to get his body warmed up while his friend was just finishing up his own work out.

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

the thing about sebastian is that he's a man of routines. or rather, the sort of man who plans a routine, follows it for a few days, and then changes it completely to better suit whatever he's got going on that day. but he makes the effort, which some days feels like half the battle. some of it is petulance, a way of thumbing his nose at the strict PT regimens he used to have to follow after the accident; it is, if he's honest, the only reason he still bothers with the gym. ( though picking up hot guys is surely an added bonus. )

he's fresh off the treadmill, 40 minutes of light cardio down and about an hour of weights training to go, when he let's his ennui get the best of him. his eyes dart around the room as he wipes down his equipment, eyes locking onto fists connecting with a punching bag a few stations over. he doesn't recognize the guy — not unusual, given he usually frequents the gym closer to his dorm room, but decides there's no better time than to change that. so he tosses the cloth over his shoulder, approaches like a predator stalking his prey as he comes up from behind. ( in reality, he simply dips his head down to drink from the water fountain ... affording him the opportunity to get a good look at that ass. ) but he's not a creep, so he straightens up and makes his presence known. " nice form. "

BLAINE ANDERSON

Eventually, Blaine high fived his friend and waved him off. Afterward, he put up his hood and continued his warm up. Striking lightly, getting use to the sensation. There was nothing he was particularly angry about today, but he had enough energy for short loud burst. With his body warm, he started one of his usual routine.

Blaine fell in love with Gym culture. Every once and a while, you'd run into that one jackass. Overall, everybody was cool. Blaine found himself talking to some of the regulars after his workouts. Especially if they come talk to him during. So when he felt eyes on him, Blaine didn't stop. He kept hitting, letting the sweet sound of the sand bag vibrate in his ears.

"Thanks." Blaine growled through clinched teeth. He didn't mean it, he was in the moment. He breathed out his next sentence. "Better be, being doing this for years." He got in three more jabs. Left, right, left. Front curls flopped out the front of his hoodie. The last hit was louder than the rest. He breathed out the tightness in his muscles. He leaned onto the punching bag as he reached down to get his water bottle, keeping his face unintentionally hidden from Sebastian. His dark eyes glanced around to the other punching bags. "I'll be off in about five minutes if you want a round." Blaine offered as he took a drink.

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

the guy's intense, focused on what he's doing, and sebastian respects that. he watches as fists hit the bag, interest in his eyes as he comments. " it shows. impressive. how ... rocky balboa, of you. " he turns away for a moment, goes through the motions of filling his water bottle even though he's already decided to cut his work out off short.

the smirk settles easily when the guy responds, his voice smooth like silk as he responds. " depends. if you're asking if i want a round with the bag ... i think i'll pass. " it's as subtle as a giggle at a funeral but that's sort of his M.O. he sees what he wants and he goes for it. " -- but i was just about to hit the showers, maybe go for a drink. " brows lift, eyes still dancing over the muscles of the mystery man's back. selfishly, he'd be just as happy skipping the drinks and heading straight to dessert ... but he's patient. or can be. ( you have to work for the things you want in life. ) " what do you say, killer ? "

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine almost blushed at the compliment. He had to admit, it was nice to get this sort attention. This wasn't the first time that Blaine picked up numbers at the gym. A smile formed on his lips around the water bottle. He finished his sip.

Drinks though? This was new. It took all his might not to whip around to get a look at the man who was flirting with him. Oh that voice, it was so smooth, silky, so sexy. But there was something so familiar about that voice. Especially the use of that word, Killer. "Well, if you need a partner--" He finally turned around and his hoodie fell off his head. Loose curls bounced out and adjusted to the frame of Blaine face. The words got caught in his throat as he finally saw Sebastian's face. "Sebastien." Blaine articulated every syllable of his name carefully. "Sebastian." He repeated with wide eyes.

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

he'll kick himself later for not waiting to see a face before laying on the charm. he's a sucker for tight muscles and loose curls and apparently they've finally gotten him into trouble. he'd always figured it would happen one day, but he'd never expected to accidentally flirt with his archenemy ( okay, that's a stretch. blaine barely cracks the top five ' worst people he's ever met ' list on a good day ) like something out of a romantic comedy. a meet cute. ugh, he hates everything about this.

" you. " it's almost an accusation, like somehow this is blaine's fault. " you're ... not who i expected. " no way, no how, in a million years would he have imagined that this was what lingered beneath the bowties and excessive amounts of hairgel. the fact that blaine anderson is hot is borderline offensive; it should be a crime. he refrains from saying as much though, he needs to maintain a modicum of self-respect. ( he can bounce back from this. he's a smythe, it's what he does best; spin. ) " so this is what happens when you strip away the hairgel and the sweater vests. " he observes, clicking his tongue against his teeth. " huh. " despite his annoyance, his eyes are still reluctantly glued to the sweat gathering at the hollow of his throat. ( he wonders, with his traitorous mind, how satisfying it would be to push him up against the wall and taste the salt against his skin. so much for self respect. )

BLAINE ANDERSON

Two seconds ago, Sebastian's voice made him trip. The way those golden words had captured him and made him eager. Blaine could feel the high he got whenever he was talking to Sam or another cutie. As he took in those beautiful green eyes, Blaine cursed himself for falling for that irresistible charm. Damn it. How did it get to this point. If Sebastian knew, Blaine knew he wouldn't live this down.

His lips wavered slightly at Sebastian's harsh tone. Now that Blaine was looking at Sebastian clearly, Blaine suddenly became flushed with rage. That way he spoke reminded him of the daunting arguments in class Sebastian's infuriating way of speaking. Surprisingly, that's not what caught him off guard. Sebastian was... hot. Hidden beneath preppy clothes and a smart mouth, there were well defined muscles and lean long legs. Blaine's jaw clinched. His brown eyes danced over Sebastian's body. If it was anybody else, he wouldn't even be wasting his time on drinks.

"Right back at cha." He stretched out neck, gave slight glare and matched Sebastian's tone. "And it looks like you're a big fan, considering five seconds ago you were just asking me out to drinks." The words poured from his mouth as if somebody else were taking over him. The water bottle in Blaine's hand crumpled under the pressure. "Or did you come over here just to tell me that? Because that's a little bit weird to stalking a gym Bas." Blaine hissed Sebastian's name, as if Sebastian were the dark lord.

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

the fact that blaine's right might be what makes this all the more infuriating. he has him backed into a corner, unable to refute the claims that — yes, he'd clearly liked what he saw. denying that now would simply be an insult to both of their intelligence. ( blaine might get under his skin, but he's no idiot. he can acknowledge that. ) he huffs, jaw clenching as he sucks in a breath. the anger clenches white hot, knuckles in a similar state where they're gripping his water bottle in a deadly fashion. were it not stainless steel, he's sure it would warp under his fingertips. " congratulations. you're attractive. " a pause, deliberate. " when you're not talking. quick, someone get him a medal. " or a muzzle, he thinks dryly.

he sees red at the nickname, something he feels is too personal for blaine to spitting at him; like its a weapon in his arsenal, twisted to inflict pain. ( well two can play at that game. ) " trust me, stalking you is not on my to do list. " he takes a step closer, crowding in on blaine's personal space as his eyes narrow. there's a fire burning in his chest, whether it be the rage or something more, and rather than try to extinguish it — he pours the gasoline and watches it ignite. " it's sebastian. " words are light, but there's an edge to it. " unless we're in bed and you're moaning it. " right inflection, wrong words; because now that's where his head's at, and he knows almost instantly that he's toeing a line he should be wary about crossing.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine felt his body go ridged when he realized he called Sebastian a nickname. What came over him in that moment? The air that came out of his mouth wavered. How did Sebastien have this power over him? To make him stumble. Neck cranked up and a scold on his face, he took in Sebastian’s words. Sebastien though he was attractive? Oh how this made Blaine want to cave to Sebastian. Steal him away into a broom closet to enjoy seven minutes in heaven. A more adult version of that though. Then Sebastian had to ruin it. Send Blaine back to the original reason why Sebastian made him angry. When Sebastien stepped over him, Blaine cranked his neck. He felt every cell in his body. From the tips of his toes, to the fibers in his chest hairs, and to the roots of his hair. Suddenly, Blaine felt his nakedness in front of Sebastian. Instead of cowering away, Blaine leaned his head back more to match those intense eyes. He put on a scold of his own. He let out a brave scoff, knowing the heat of his breathe would reach Sebastian. “Even though you’re hot as hell, never in your wildest dream.” Those words lingered on his lips. At the end, Blaine could feel his heart thumping wildly in his neck. If it weren’t for the height difference, Sebastian could probably felt Blaine heat rising from his skin. “I’ll try to remember that next time.” Blaines brown eyes lingered just a second longer before he ripped his gaze away. He stepped aside and aimed for the door with his chest held high.

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

he's almost grateful that blaine retreats, leaves him feeling like he's won even if it wasn't a competition, or a fight. has he won though when he's still thinking about him even as he retreats? ( he hates that, a little. hates how he fixates on things, how he can never just let it go. ) the fact that blaine clearly finds him attractive, has said as much and made it abundantly clear, only fuels the fire. " until next time. " he calls out after him, the beginnings of a smirk warming his features. with blaine's back to him, it's likely he won't see the flush to his cheeks. it's good; for the best. on the list of mistakes he'd made this week, he has no intentions of adding hate fucking blaine anderson onto it. no, no thank you. " i'll see you around. in your dreams, i'd bet. " he turns and makes a beeline for the treadmills; weight training will have to wait, he needs to run — burn off whatever's pounding in his veins. ( if he won, why does it still feel like he's fighting? )

BLAINE ANDERSON

Stiff back, head held high, quick legs. It took all of Blaine's control to keep his body from collapsing at the exhaustion of that interaction. He kept this up all the way to his locker room and even beyond the doors of the gym. It wasn't until he got to his car did Blaine finally let a breathe out. *What the hell*? He thought to himself. With the thought he breathed out. Suddenly light headed, as if for the last ten minutes he was all on one breathe. One thing was evident, Sebastian had gotten to him. However, not in the way he wanted.

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