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eloquent-vowel · 3 years

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I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

Click here for my masterlist of other fics and check in my bio for requests if anyone wishes to ask!

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

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ssurveycorpss · 3 years

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You can delete this if this isn't allowed, but can I request X for all the warriors?

asking for multiple characters is totally fine (as long as you're not requesting full one shots lol) i'll update my rules! also the layout of these is a little different than the others bc this one is just a little fun lol.

i included zeke, reiner, pieck, porco, and colt. i definitely wont write for the four kiddos or marcel but i can write for annie and bertholdt if you request them.

tags: modern au, cigarette/nicotine mention in zeke's, alcohol mention in colt's, emetophobia warning for colts, mention of car accidents in porco's, sfw, not every single one is romantic lol sorry and colts is missing one headcanon bc i only have two for him

hc game

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

zeke jaeger:

pretentious coffee fan. owns like a 300 dollar espresso maker and refuses to drink starbucks. spends like 8 dollars minimum on a latte and lurks on the coffee subreddits. its almost comical how he drinks fancy coffee and only smokes cigarettes and not e cigs... so pretentious...

acts like he has no interest in social media but spends hours trying to pick a lyric from an obscure band for his caption. has like 3 posts, lots of followers, and less following. will post the occasional story with you in it but otherwise not much going on there.

coaches little league baseball despite not liking kids that much because he doesn't really have time for coaching middle or high schoolers. his kids are fucking ruthless they are like monsters on the field and every other team is terrified of them. you know how they don't keep score for kids softball and stuff like that? zeke does anyways and he tells them every time they win. does well with baseball moms bc their kids could go pro no matter what and hes really good looking and suburban moms could use the eye candy.

more under the cut!

reiner braun:

his favorite music genre is bubblegum kpop. porco groans everytime reiner has the aux bc he just plays really preppy cute songs kpop songs about falling in love after school. he doesn't like... stan any of the groups like he doesn't know every detail of their lives but he casually watches their interviews sometimes and knows all the member names of his favorite groups. he has a photocard from an album you gave him, and it sits in his phone case behind a polaroid of you two. also he learns the dances sometimes.

likes watching cartoons sometimes, he wont binge watch an entire season of them but if he has sometimes he'll throw on a cute mindless cartoon just to relax. he usually watches slice of life and romance tv shows in general, stuff without much tension or drama and is just cute.

good cook, terrible baker. if he bakes something it will look awful and taste kind of bad. but his cooking is really good, once you guys got comfortable together instead of going out to eat you opt for him cooking for you two instead.

pieck finger:

likes to buy her clothes second hand. she's a really well dressed girl but she's not concerned with being overly trendy, so she finds that a lot of stores don't really have things she likes. she likes long hemlines and almost everything is cropped these days, so she opts for thrift stores and vintage stores to get things her style. plus she saves a lot of money. she really suits pearl jewelry and has a timeless sense of fashion.

she has a minivan and will drive anyone anywhere, and she rarely asks for gas money. often picks up zeke porco and reiner when they hang out and will always pick you up for dates. her car is ancient but runs like a charm because shes knowledgeable about maintenance, and super fuel efficient.

has a really old phone with no cracks or scratches or anything. doesn't see the point in getting a new one until one day she notices how convenient porco's brand new up to date iphone is and starts saving up for one, but every time she saves up enough a new one comes out.

porco galliard:

plays volleyball, and is on a scholarship for it. jumps really high and is really lithe and quick, making him a good libero (but this is the extent of my volleyball knowledge so i will not make anymore comment. please let me know what position porco plays.)

gets in (non fatal) car accidents surprisingly often, and speeding tickets even more. marcel is tired of it because it is throwing his insurance costs over the roof and forces him to enroll in lessons but they really don't help.

he is the one to pay for the streaming services and has everyone else plus you leech off his account. he complains abt it but texts the gc every time he changes the password so he doesn't really have the right.

colt grice:

on the blacklist for several frats because he went to their block parties, drank too much, and vomited in someones bed, another person's cat's litterbox, a different persons laundry basket, a different different persons moms sweater, and another frats oven. he's really apologetic and always cleans up and reimburses everyone as much as he can, but he is a menace and is only allowed in if he promises not to drink. on that drinking note if you need advice, go out for drinks with colt. he will get incredibly inebriated, give you the best wisdom and advice you've ever heard, and forget everything the next day.

really bad at video games but really fun to play them with. doesnt get on very often, but will play when he has some free time or is asked by his friends. only on weekends and only for like two hours at a time. the video game system at his house doesnt even belong to him its Falcos.

#omg these tags #its gonna be #so annoying #to tag this #ok so imma just tag this #snk x reader #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot x you #aot x y/n #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x you #shingeki no kyojin x reader #annnnd do the rest later #lols

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raventons · 4 years

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The list of names

*scary music playing* Ok, guys, in the light of American Middle Eastern policy, that has once again brought me to tears, I decided to do something a bit happier (this is me trying to influence my followers to read the news and fight for the right thing and all that jazz). I’ve got a lot of asks recently, mostly from people new to the world of CC, about which creators are the best, so I’ve made this little list of the creators I download and use the most. This is not in any way a complete collection, I might have forgotten someone (and there’s also plenty of creators I haven’t discovered yet). Also, these are all build creators, mainly creating alpha CC. Please feel free to add to this list. Also also, the description I’ve used for the artists are totally my own making, so if you are a creator and feel like I am describing your work in an unfair way, go ahead and punch me in the face. If I was a new simmer, I would check out these creators: Retired: MXIMS - Makes modern, real life furniture with the best quality. Has many downloads left on their website. MINCSIMS - Similar to MXIMS (with some amazing collabs), also with a beautiful talent for doors and windows. Not many objects left in orbit, but google is your friend. DAER0N - Done everything from noodles to palms, but the recent Daer0n I would describe as gold, dark and modern, with 3D modeling skills out of this world. Retired, and much of the old stuff is gone, but some can be found at bloomingrosy. DOX - Similar to Daer0n with a slightly stricter, more wooden approach. The most underrated one of the retired giants. Has some downloads left on their website. ANBS - Super clean aesthetic. Modern, real life furniture. Many downloads left on their website. SLYD - Mostly known as a CAS creator, but has the amazing shoes and bags available as decor. All downloads left on the website. HVIKIS - Wallpapers and wall art. All downloads left on the website. VIIKIITA - Recolors to die for. Not many objects left in orbit, but google is your friend. Active (I think. I hope. I don’t know): ARSBOTANICA - Previously simshamlet. Does really lovely, vintage aesthetic perfume bottles and amazing flowers. SLOX - A personal favorite. Modern, I’d say. And realistic. But often with objects you didn’t even know you needed, that ends up being the main inspiration for the whole build. Like some folded shirts, or a stack of books. 13PUMPKIN - A long with Artvitalex this is the best wood creator in the community. The sets are kind of like “small-lovely-family-home”-style, but can be used in big, modern builds with equally outstanding results. WONDYMOON - My by far most used creator. The most organized one too, I’d say. All sets match eachother, and are easy to find (and are all named by elements, this guy is a rock star). PYSZNYDESIGN - The Kilburn set is to die for. MEINKATZ - Literally replicas of real life furniture, with their history and all. Honestly the coolest thing ever. Also, a really nice person. PRALINESIMS - The best floor and wall creator, hands down. I don’t know if this is really the person I should tag tho, so I’ll tag @cross-design and hope for the best because I honestly still don’t know who is who. I love them both tho. THE TSR GIANTS: SEVERINKA, KARDOFE, UNG999, SIMMAN123, PILAR, ARTVITALEX, ANGELA, DOT, BUFFSUMM, SHINO and NYNAEVE - Yes, a lot of the creators I mention here are active on TSR and a lot of my TSR giants are active elsewhere, but I still, maybe arbitrary, like to put these under the TSR flag because they represent that wonderful vibe of big sets, certain room types and signature colors. PEACEMAKER - a true legend. Some of the CC is borderline MM, but that is what makes them so perfect. They go with both themes. MIO - This is the first creator I downloaded from and they will always have a special place in my heart. Brilliant conversions, flower sets, seating, everything. NOVVVAS - A way too humble person that claims she is not the best in the game, when she truly is out of this world. RIGHTHEARTED - who I have been referring to as neiden my whole life because I am an idiot. TINGELINGLATER - Does a lot of things but blessed all of us with windows and since then I am in love. ANYE - Pinkbox Anye, to be correct. Lovely person. Lovely sets. Unique eyes. Adore this one. FOREVERDESIGNS - Will literally transform your bedroom. And kitchen. And life. BLACKMOJITOS - Build sets and sexy, stunning posters (and a basket every now and then). Also up for commissions, I just noticed. Go throw money at her. She is amazing. KAI-HANA - Has a totally unique style, where everything is alpha, but still has a beautiful, clayish touch to it. Underrated. AROUNDTHESIMS - A bit on the MM side, so if you’re looking for that MM/alpha mix, this is for you. Extremely productive. Does everything and more. CHERRY-SIMS - A part from the CC, this is also the best picture editor I’ve ever seen. I am a huge fan! CONCEPTDESIGN - Did someone say trees? YUMIA - Soft flowers, old school touch, vintage AGGRESSIVEKITTEN - Literally killed half the community with the recent brutalism set, which without a doubt will be voted best CC of 2020. Also, where else would you go for both beautiful, vintage objects AND a tarot card reading? Weirdly obsessed with seals. Makes amazing lots. I love you. DSCO - I gave up trying to spell this creators full name after the sixth attempt. I would describe the CC as cute. But not in the condescending (that I could spell) way. More in a bad-ass-I-need-all-of-these-objects-kind-of-way! KKB - My ignorant and uneducated ass wants to call it Korean, and I am sorry if this isn’t the right way to describe anything. Soft, pastel but at the same time very cool, with rattan and wood. DR GREENIE - Former Green Girl. Mostly MM, but has made some of my most used decor objects. HELEN - Extremely productive. Does everything. NIKADEMA - Has made my favorite sink! PQSIMS - Makes sets. Usually light wood. LUNATICAVILLAGE (2SIS) - Another underrated favorite. Everyone should go here and show as much love as possible! LAVI3ENROSE - A creator that entered my world quite recently. Art deco. Bronze. Gold. And the best wrapped Christmas presents of 2019. DDAENG SIMS - Another giant that recently changed their name (used to be dreamteamsims). FELIXANDRE - The best historical creator (as in making epic shit that would create the most wonderful castle). Sometimes a bit on the MM side with the furniture, and that contrast makes it, in my eyes, even better. SIMCREDIBLE - Sets. Color matching. Often light and modern. I use their decor stones in every single one of my . SOLORIYA - MM creator. But even for us alpha bitches there are wonderful stuff (I think this is the case for most MM artists, I just don’t know so many of them). XELENN - Also does literally everything. One can scroll this blog for hours. OWL-PLUMBOB - Amazing build objects. SANOYSIMS - A long with MXIMS, I’d say this is one of the most “realistic” artists. WINNER9 - To me, this creator is all about the amazing wall art. But of course they make other stunning objects too. Marble tables, anyone? SJAMBOKSIM - My most used concrete walls (and I use concrete A LOT). AIFIRSA - Totally different style from everyone else. Absolutely love this aesthetic. VIVIAN STUDIO - This sounds weird, but their onions are the best object in my game. Don’t judge. HEURRS - A quite new creator who blew my mind with some recent candles and earned my first reblog since 456 BC. Love you. I am forgetting so, so many. Please, I sometimes can’t even remember my own name, so don’t feel hurt if I missed you. PLEASE comment your favorite creators below! Where would you advice new simmers to start looking for good CC? Love you guys!!!

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hey nara! first off, I absolutely adore your blog and your writing, Perhaps is on my comfort fics list that I pull out whenever I’m having a bad time. I also happen to be a fan of your pen instagram and I was wondering if you had any suggestions on some fountain pens for beginners? I recently bought a “Pilot MR Retro Pop” that I really enjoy but I think I’m ready to branch off a bit. Do you have any tips with practicing with fountain pens you’d be willing to share? As much as I try, my handwriting never looks as nice as I want it to with mine. No pressure to respond if not, just wanted to stop by and let you know how much I enjoy your content! Hope you have a pleasant rest of your day/night!

Oh goodness, you’re talking about fic AND fountain pens in the same ask? Stop, stop, I’m already married!

First off, thanks for reading; I’m so glad Perhaps is there for you when ya need it, it makes me really happy to hear. Seriously warms my heart!

As far as fountain pens go... ANON I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO TALK ABOUT I AM SO SORRY THIS WILL BE SUCH A LONG RIDE so I’m going to put it under the cut sorry sorry sorry in this essay I will

Hooray for the Pilot MR (or Metro, here in the US), it’s an AMAZING little pen, and if you’re calling it the MR, chances are you got it with an international standard converter, you lucky, lucky duck. I’m happy you’re enjoying it, as far as beginner pens go, this one is an excellent choice.

When you say “branching out”, this can mean one of two things. It can mean you want to branch out to other brands but a similar price range, or that you’re ready for a ‘next level’ pen. I’ll try to cover both! (I’ll link some of these models to the Goulet Pens website, but feel free to look for them elsewhere--I just really like Goulet’s very thorough descriptions)

If you’re looking to explore other pen models in the MR’s price range, there’s a metric ton of options! Sticking with Pilot, you can try the Explorer-- a completely different, more streamlined pen than the MR, but if you’re used to the nib on your pen, you have a better idea of what to expect with it. There’s also the Kakuno, which is cheaper, but very cute with its little smiley face nibs haha

Another Japanese pen you can try: the Platinum Plaisir. Aluminum body, but do remember that Platinum nibs generally give a little more feedback than Pilot’s, which are some of the smoothest Japanese-made nibs I’ve ever seen.

You can also try the Diplomat Magnum -- it’s a a great little pen, and I love mine. Keep in mind, it is very lightweight, especially compared to the MR’s metal body, but to me that makes it great for long writing sessions. The nib is completely different--it will write a little wider, a little wetter than the MR (and any other Japanese-made pen), but it’s slightly springy and awesome to write with. Plus, it has an ink window so you can keep track of your ink!

Other options in this price range: the Jinhao 8802 (Shell or Rosewood, and the most bang for your buck imo as far as cheap fountain pens go), the Jinhao x750 or x450 (these are heavier, but they look great!), the TWISBI GO (a teeny, amazing little pen with a spring-loaded piston filling mechanism), and a Kaweco Sport (another pocket-pen, German-made, so the nib will write a little wetter/wider generally) or the Perkeo.

Now, if you’d like to push your price range a little further (only a little! I promise not to break the bank!), you cannot go wrong with Lamy.I am a self-admitted Lamy fangirl, so I may be a little biased, buuuut... it is what it is, their pens are great, they’re easy to disassemble for cleaning (I go totally nuts over it and even disassemble the converters, which you absolutely don’t need to do), and their nibs are SO EASILY INTERCHANGEABLE!

You can pick up a Lamy Safari for fairly cheap nowadays (and ever cheaper look-alikes, which I will never endorse but also will not judge anyone for buying), and they come in so many colours (the O.G. 1980 colours were also just reissued!), they’re like my Pokemon because I want to catch ‘em all.

For a little more, you can get yourself a Lamy AL-Star--the same design of the Safari, but this time in aluminum, which makes it look super cool (but also prone to scratches if you’re the kind of person that puts your pen in your pocket with your keys... that’s... definitely not me...), so keep that in mind.

You can also pick yourself up a Lamy Logo, for a couple more bucks. A completely different design, but still great, particularly if you like slimmer pens.

The nibs on ALL the Lamy models (even the more expensive ones like the Studio or the Scala or even the Dialog) are interchangeable! Even the gold nib on the Dialog! The only exception is the Lamy 2000 (which is probably one of the best pens out there period, and certainly an amazing first-gold-nib pen).

The one thing that absolutely kills me about the cheaper Lamy pens is that, for the most part, none of them come with a converter--you have to buy it separately. Which is fine, it’s not super expensive, and it is widely available, but COME ON, LAMY, JUST GIMME.

If you’d like to try a cool-looking pen with a CRAZY ink capacity and a nifty piston-filling mechanism, look no further than the TWISBI ECO. I have one of these (green, obv), and I love it. Never tires me out, and I stg mine never. dries. out. I don’t know what witchcraft is involved, but it’s an amazing pen for long writing sessions.

Finally, if you’d like to try another Japanese-made pen that is a little more expensive than the Pilot MR or the Platinum Plaisir, there’s the Sailor Compass 1911. This is one of the cheapest Sailor pens I know of, and a good introduction to the brand. Keep in mind that, like Platinum, Sailor nibs will give more feedback than the Pilot you’re used to!

If you would like to push your budget even further, here are some options for fountain pens under $100 (I know, big jump, but it’s good to see what’s out there to you can compare!) from JetPens.

There are a million other brands out there that you can look at. Sheaffer makes great, very cheap and fun beginner pens (including a whole Star Wars Line! They’re adorable!). Hong Dian has a ton of pens that look sleek as hell (like the Forest Series) and they’re all like under 20 bucks. Kaco is another one that makes surprisingly good pens! Parker is also an option, with the Jotter, which is a classic-looking pen. There’s Conklin and Monteverde (which have a ton of fountain pens in a wide range of prices, but I’ve had bad luck with their nibs, so I would suggest you do some independent research on those!), as well as Noodler’s if you’d like to go crazy with some flex nibs! The fountain pen rabbit hole is bottomless. Welcome :D

As far as handwriting goes, I’m afraid I don’t have much more to say besides practice, practice, practice. I learned cursive as a child, but never got into calligraphy, really. Even today, I only just dabble, but whenever I see something I like, I usually just like to try and replicate it. Very often I’ll see a video on Instagram and go Oh my god, how the hell did they write that G, I’ve got to try that and then what follows is me going through page after page on a Rhodia pad trying to imitate them. I like janinescribbles and aidanbernal on Instagram, they’re like handwriting goals--check them out!

A lot of the time, we’re looking for more line variation to make our handwriting look prettier--that’s usually what you see in that fancy, old-timey Spencerian cursive, or even copperplate calligraphy. Unfortunately, you won’t get that with just a regular fountain pen, but there is good news!

There are a TON of different nibs out there. Stub nibs, fude nibs, flex nibs, obliques, cursive italic -- you can even get your pen ground by a professional nibmeister to fit your specifications. There are calligraphy pens (like the Lamy Joy) or pen sets (Kaweco has a Perkeo Calligraphy set, and I believe Sailor has one of their own as well). You can even check out the Pilot Parallel set -- the whole thing is like the price of a Lamy AL-Star, you just won’t do regular writing with it; it’s pretty specifically a calligraphy/lettering set. There are even flex pens in the market (though none of them are as flexy as those old, vintage gold nibs) like the Noodler’s Nib Creaper, Ahab, and Triple Tail or the Conklins with their Omniflex nib (which has been problematic in the past, but I’ve heard good things recently). It’s a whole other rabbit hole!

But honestly, don’t sweat the handwriting too much. Just write a few lines every day, try new things, and get lost for eternity on some Instagram tags!

I think this is a long enough post as it is, so I’ll stop there! SORRY. HOPE IT HELPS!

#ask naralanis and maybe she will deign to respond #anon #fountain pens #fountain pen network #fountain pen geeks #fic writing #cissamione #and all the weird things that overlap in this godforsaken blog

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years

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Zombie Apocalypse AU Masterpost

"There are a few groups that aren't aware of each other's existence. (Architechs, NHO, Convex, ect.) The NHO are made up of all men from millitaries across the globe. Cleo isn't a zombie either, she is a zombie whisperer. She can communicate slightly with zombies and they aren't usually negotiable."

(Paraphrased,) from @creator0fchaos' Zombie Apocalypse AU entry for The Follower Input AU.

Headcanons to start us off:

-Convex were two men from a small buisness. Jellie is also around but she's injured and is mostly carried around by Scar.

-Etho got bit pretty early on and everyone in the NHO knows they're gonna have to do something about it but they're putting it off. Etho seems fine.

-Bdubs is slowly going completely feral. (Possible reference to season 5's jungle feral?) DocM joked he had rabies and the two got into a fight.

-Iskall lost his eye after Mumbo accidentally slashed him with a knife while trying to protect Grian from a hoarde. Iskall ended up getting lumped in with the Architech group because Mumbo feels super guilty about it.

-Xisuma and Keralis came into contact with the NHO for a bit. Keralis and Bdubs nearly became friends but Beef and Doc scared em away. Angst.

-The zombies fear False.

-XB originally planned to just stay in his house and not go out. He was prepared, okay? He had tinned food to last him at least a decade, zombie proof armour and god knows what else supplies. His friend, Hypnotizd, is fleeing to there because he knows XB knows what he's doing.

-Wels wears armour because it's the best he had. Same with Biffa and Xisuma. In this AU, they probably wouldn't be wearing armour if not given the circumstances.

-Jevin has turned this into a game to kill as many zombies as possible.

-Impulse, Tango and Zedaph are all just having a good time trying to survive in the woods. Their main goal is to open a tin of beans Zed has but they don't have a tin opener.

-Rendog found a tin of dog food while scavenging. He was hungry and ate it. He now has an addiction to tinned dog food.

-Wels wears medieval armour in the zombie au because at one point he was trapped in a museum by a horde and like, the armour was technically there. On display. No one was using it.

-Etho wears the mask as kind of a mental reminder not to bite his friends.

-Joe and Stress are hanging with Cleo and even if the small group isn’t the best equipped or prepared, they have thrived thanks to Cleo’s ability to whisper to zombies. It might not stop the zombies but it buys the group time to escape.

–Zombie!Etho is hiding the fact that he’s turning, if not already turned into a zombie, from the rest of the NHO because he loves being with his friends. The problem is that it’s getting harder every day to control himself and he’s constantly fighting between telling the rest of them about it, and having them put him out of his misery to keep them safe, or just keep hiding it, afraid that one day it’ll be too late he won’t be able to control himself and bite them all.

-Someone gets like a really bad case of the flu, this is problem because usually survivors have to stay in the move consistently to survive and that’s hard when someone is really sick, it also bad because all pharmacies have been raided and there’s no medicine.

-Grian originally came from Sam and Taurtis's group but due to Sam's insanity, Grian pulls away and went surviving on his own. That when Mumbo came to photo and knowing that he won't survive the zombie wasteland alone, Grian took it as his task to convince Mumbo make a partnership with him.

-Joe was playing D&D when the outbreak started, and Cleo was in his group. They treat it as a game sometimes, though they toned it down a bit when Stress joined because she was still grieving Iskall. Stress makes them stay around where she lost Iskall, but Joe and Cleo don't mind because she has a base set up there.

-For no fault of his own, the nHo crumbles while doc is in control. They had been losing members for a while but when beef, Bdubs, etho, and doc part ways it’s the draw the broke the camels back, so doc is the only one left of the nho, the rest of them, having either left or died. Doc blames himself for everything going so wrong.

-For the zombie AU because nobody's representing my boy X: Xisuma is known as a master at evading the zombies (he can fight them well if needed but he is best at avoiding incidents altogether). He claims to wear the mask for practical reasons, but what the others don't know is that it hides how terrified he is. He hides his fear because he doesn't want people to lose confidence in him, but getting turned and losing control of his mind is his worst nightmare.

-TFC’s gone for a bunker theme for s6+s7, so maybe, he finds a nHo member, and just drags them down into his bunker, probably chewing them out for walking around alone?

-For the zombie au is ethos mask like a medical one, or was he in a kakashi cosplay for some reason and kept it because all the pockets were practical and then started wearing the mask because he got infected.

-After Stress and Iskall reunite, Joe and Cleo join the Architechs. False joins them after seeing Cleo whisper to the zombies and realizing that the group severely lacks fighters. I need the hermits to (at least mostly) get together!

-TFC is obviously a disaster prepper who has a fully furnished bunker that can house a lot of people. He has been broadcasting this to other survivors using a radio. Unfortunately, he lives in the middle of nowhere and it is a trek to get there, but the Vault (as he calls it) is self-sustaining. (I know this is obvious, but nobody has done anything with TFC yet, and that's a shame)

-Even though he’s scared about not being alert enough to protect his team, Xisuma hides his sickness, which is easy with the helmet, because he’s the leader and he can’t be weak. Due to the pain of the flu and the heat of fever staying trapped inside his helmeted eventually falls to his knees and breaks down.

-Mumbo is wearing a suit because he was on his way to a job interview when the outbreak started, he just never bothered to change clothes.

-Etho used to love making up little tunes, and that hasn't changed since he was bitten. Nevertheless, the others in his group haven't heard him make music since. He blames a lack of instruments because of being on the run from zombies. The morning after he left, though, they find an old recorder where his sleeping bag was, and once they hit play they're greeted with songs in a familiar style, backed by improvised instruments.

Even without saying anything they *know* what had happened, and the recorder is taken along on their journey to a safe haven. Sometimes, when the feeling of missing their friend gets too much, they put on the music in the evening and just allow themselves to cry.

-Well, i was thinking maybe stress was a loner, but like, not completely alone, she was with someone else, probably Cleo or Iskall, but they got bit, she felt too bad to kill them so she wanders around with a zombie friend on a madeup leash, sorry if it sounds sad but i like angst and it seemed like a good headcanon -🐿️

-TFC is the one to get to Beef and break down the wall he had built up after a while of wandering alone after breaking off from the nHo. He finds Beef fighting a group of zombies and after observing how violently Beef was hacking down the zombies, TFC did not see a hardened fighter, but a broken man and went to talk with him.

-Alternate timeline idea when grian was still traveling with Sam and tortoise. Sam end up doing something that results in grian and tortoise getting bitten, because of that Sam leaves them. Now grian is not a normal zombie he doesn’t crave human flesh but rabbit flesh because he’s so hell-bent on getting revenge for what Sam did to him and tortoise, tortoise ends up tagging along. Cleo ends up finding them and discover their not normal zombies and inviting them to stay with her group.

-For the zombie apocalypse AU, RE: Cleo and Joe's DND game - imagine them going into a fight and just screaming "ROLL INITIATIVE!"

-Ok but imagine if like that one anon said, grian was already a zombie but like, one that only wants animals. I imagine they could probably get him to behave normally and imagine the mumbo turning angst but grian is already a zombie and just helps him not loose himself.

-For the Zombie Au, instead of killing Mumbo before he turns, the group locks him in a room and leave him there in hopes that they can bring him back once theres a cure. Whether or not, Mumbo wants to be saved is up to you. If Cleo's still in the group then you could have her "talk" to Zombie Mumbo for bonus angst.

-After finding out that Etho's still out there, Beef becomes more determined than ever to help find a cure. In the bunker he often ends up buzzing around Scar and Cub, desperate for something to do to help. It can get a bit awkward but they understand he's just desperate to see his friend again and are usually able to provide small tasks to help him keep his mind busy (with something other than worrying for Etho) while they continue working toward a cure.

(All those above in red are from our community's lovely Anons!)

-Vintagebeef was the first to notice something was off about Etho. He asked Etho about it but Etho assured him he was fine. Beef asked, 'what if you spread it to the other people in group?' Etho claimed that 'if it was contagious without physical contact, everyone would have caught it by now.'

-Speaking of Vintage Beef, he feels the most lonely and hopeless out of all the NHO members. Etho is probably gonna die from being a zombie soon. Bdubs and Doc are always at each other's throats and Beef fears one of them may accidentally kill the other. He's terrified that he may be the only one left.

-Hypnotizd is the most likely to be bit next. Dude’s running to XB’s house basically defenseless until he gets there, we have no clue how far he has to travel.

(-@tomcatacaphe.)

-You could very easily bring s5 nho angst into this au... Etho leaves to protect his friends from himself, Beef leaves because he can't bare to see his friends fight so much, Bdubs and Doc get in a fight and Bdubs storms off, and Doc is left to try and lead the nho by himself (since you said it's a kind of paramilitary thing here). Ouch.

-Knowing Mumbo's love for bunkers and the dragon bro bunker from s6, the architechs have probably settled somewhere underground to have a somewhat normal life. And, given the combined tech prowess of Iskall and Mumbo, they could easily rig up defence systems to help.

-in regards to that ask about X getting ill, maybe that's where Keralis joins him! He's totally the type to stay with you when sick! :D

-Continuing from that anon, if I may. So far we have Griam, Mumbo, Iskall, Stress, Joe, Cleo, and False all living together... The chaos xD ! You could even bring in hermit challenges as smth they make to, y'know, lighten the mood :D

(-@rebloging-extravaganza.)

-OOF I never thought about Taurtis wandering alone but that's sad. Iskall was also originally with Stress. They are wandering together until a snow storm separates them. Iskall finds Mumbo and Grian and then Mumbo thought he was a zombie cause this man just came out of nowhere. Grian and Mumbo took him in. When Iskall came back to the place where him and Stress gets separated, they saw each other again. What's the first thing he did? He hugged the hell outta her.

-Stress was tired cause the next thing she knew after the storm is that she’s alone. So, she thought for the worst, she thought Iskall was dead. She made a small shelter in the place, tamed a lot of dogs and even made a gravestone for Iskall.

When Stress saw him, her first thought was to get the weapon from the sheath and attack but Iskall started talking. The next thing she knew was she is crying and hugging him tight.

(-@penumbra-rui.)

-After Beef leaves the nHo, he becomes quite a loner. He gets a nickname from other groups even though they don’t know who he is: the Butcher. He gets the name because when groups are being seized down by dozens of zombies, Beef comes in and kills the zombies - every single one - with only his token bloodied apron left behind, waving on a stick. He has hundreds of those aprons and is never seen killing the zombies by the besieged groups.

-When Impulse runs away, he runs into BDubs while in a run down brick building with part of it having been blown up in what looks like a plane bomb. The building seems to have been a local demolition business known simply as ‘Boomers.’

-Before the apocalypse began, Scar was an upper level agent of the FBI tasked with protecting top level cancer researchers across the United States. One of those top cancer researchers was patient 0 and was the original discoverer of the zombie infection (patient 0 was not a Hermit). However, Scar believes it’s his fault for not having intervened when he could have. It’s now his mission to find a way to fix it. He comes across business mogul Cub, who may have the funds to help.

-https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618407386827423744/hypno-has-been-living-with-xb-for-the-last-two XB and Hypno meet: A post too long to copy paste here.

(-@creator0fchaos.)

-After Tango explodes the beans Impulse claims he’s leaving. Z and T think he just kidding but when they wake up the next morning Inpulse is gone. Now Zed and Tango are on a mission to find impulse while also terrified that he’s been bit.

-Continuation of the impulse leaves thing, tango and Zed find and save him just in time. They all reunite and are happy. The problem is that Zed was bit in the process, for now he’s binding it, because tango and impulse were so happy to be reunited and zed didn’t want to ruin it.

-Zed never ends up telling his friends that he was bit, the figure out themselves a few days after it happens. At first they’re mad that zed hid it from them, telling him how he could have turned and hurt them. But a minute late they break down in tears realizing what the bit means for them all. They will discuss what to do in the morning but for now they will grieve.

-Even more of the zit story: In the morning they decide to keep zed around until he really starts turning, they will then kill him so he’s not a zombie, zed protests this wanting them to kill him now, fearing for the other’s safety, but he’s actually really happy to have a bit longer with his friends. Impulse feels guilty because this never would have happened if he hadn’t left, tango also feels guilty because if he never exploded the beans, then impulse wouldn’t have left and zed would be fine.

(-@lookitsspacekween.)

-Xisuma is known as a master at evading the zombies (he can fight them well if needed but he is best at avoiding incidents altogether). He claims to wear the mask for practical reasons, but what the others don't know is that it hides how terrified he is. He hides his fear because he doesn't want people to lose confidence in him, but getting turned and losing control of his mind is his worst nightmare.

-Xisuma could be that person who gets the flu from an earlier submission! It would really scare him because of not being as alert or functional to avoid the zombies. I feel like he doesn't have a set group of people he stays with, so someone would probably find him holed up somewhere with a bad fever and decide to stay with him.

-If Mumbo ever gets bitten his zombie form is his cursed skin from after he sold his bits, it NEEDS to be lol.

-I came here to post immune!Rendog only to find that someone already did! Anyway, Ren is immune, which is good because the man gets bitten A LOT (the diggity dawg is not the best fighter). I feel like he gets lost and comes across the NHO base, and Doc won't let him in at first because he's covered in bites. He probably puts him in a containment cell out of typical Doc paranoia but eventually figures it out.

-Doc tried his hardest to be distant with Ren (because he thought he was going to turn/die soon and didn't want to get attached) but Ren just asks questions and talks 24/7 until Doc gives in and talks to him out of loneliness. Doc probably keeps him in containment for a really long time, first for fear of him turning and then because he's afraid Ren will leave (like everyone else left him.)

-Ren is very calm and cheery through the whole containment thing because he FULLY believes this is all a dream. Like, okay, this German robot man says I'm going to die in a week? Cool! Have to remember to write this one down when I wake up. Doc cannot convince him otherwise and it frustrates him to no end (when he does realize it's real though he's going to have a full breakdown.)

-Mumbo focuses in way too hard when he's working and blocks out everything else. If he gets bitten it will be because he was too absorbed in a redstone project and forgot to check his surroundings.

-When Mumbo gets bitten, Grian makes it his duty to comfort him and keep him calm until the end. Iskall, however, is overcome by guilt. He had been out for supplies when it happened; usually it was his job to watch Mumbo's back while he worked, alternating between fighting zombies and giving jokingly snarky commentary on Mumbo's redstone. He definitely blames himself and won't let the others out of his sight afterward.

-A break from angst! Zombie whisperer!Cleo's talents work by communicating with the infection in the zombies' bodies. Immune!Rendog has the infection, it just doesn't affect him in a dangerous way. Therefore, Cleo is now a Ren whisperer. Hilarity ensues.

-Once Xisuma starts feeling a bit better, he organizes his group to dig underground tunnels for people to travel with less chance of zombie attack (construction Keralis is a big help!) The leadership comes naturally to him, and the hard work is a good way of building up his strength again. Working late into the night on the tunnels is also the perfect excuse not to sleep....

-(post-cure). It takes several weeks, but Doc finally manages to find Etho. When he receives the cure his first words are "Thank you" and "I'm so sorry" (like a true Canadian). While his mind is returned to him, some parts of his body are too decayed to be salvaged, but that's no obstacle for Doc. He builds custom cybernetics and eagerly welcomes his old friend back to the land of the living.

(-@shadeswiftdraws.)

-Mumbo, being really good with redstone, obviously has anti-zombie weapons he made himself. One day he goes out scavenging to find Grian fighting zombies armed with only a large hunting knife, a sledgehammer (probably from whatever build he was working on at the time of the outbreak), and his tiny gremlin speed and agility. (-@my-cat-is-a-bastard.)

-One of the Hermits (up to you which one) is somehow immune to the zombie virus. The catch: they don't know until they get bit. Them and the rest of their group is scared and prepares to kill them when the transformation is complete, but it never happens. The scientist of their group does a couple of tests and discovers their immunity!

-I was thinking about it for a bit, and I doesn’t seem like there’s been much done with Ren... (besides eating dog food lol)

-Happy ending time 'cause I can't stand seeing them all turn! Once Doc realizes Ren is immune, they venture out trying to find another group to create a cure. After gathering some/most of the other Hermits, they come across Scar, and they work on and create a cure/vaccine. The rest of the Hermits take it, and maybe they're even able to cure Etho and the other zombified Hermits! (Sorry if this is too cheesy/happy; I just want everything to be okay, y'know?)

-All everyone speaks of are the physical changes, but one must set the record straight: No matter how horrifying the outward changes are, the mental and emotional ones are far worse. Your friend’s behavior will take a turn for the worse. They’ll become more aggressive, more impulsive, less cautious. They’ll start fights for a laugh, they’ll yell and thrash and scream at the mildest inconvenience, their mind will devolve and fade away. By the time you must say your goodbyes, they will no longer be the friend you knew. They will be childish, angry, insane, and horrible in every way. Even if they fight the illness and outer changes, their behavior will still be impacted and subject to change.

Be wary of this if you choose to let your friend live, and prepare not only your body, but your mind, for the worst.

-Patient Zero could be GenerikB.

(-@12u3ie.)

-I feel like team ZIT keeps putting off taking care of Impulse. Like Etho, Impulse just keeps fighting the changes. They all expect him to wither away, fall down and die one day, isn't that how it always goes?, but that's not how the infection works. They don't get sicker and weaker, in fact most of the people who die from one bite actually die from gangrene and/or septic shock. (Human mouths are GROSS.) But our boys don't know this. They've taken good care of his bite, even if it felt pointless at first, and avoided infection, and as a result he's physically completely healed now. So they end up never NEEDING to kill Impulse, but at what cost? He's constantly anxious about losing control. He can barely even sleep, what if it makes him sleepwalk and he bites his friends then? Tango and Zedaph see him changing still. They see his skin getting pale and dull, his eyes growing hollow, even see he's losing a lot of weight, but they put it up to his sleeplessness, to how they have to remind him, almost force him to eat real food. What sort of life does Impulse really have now? Is it really better to just end it? (What if he and Etho meet?)

Sorry, I've just seen the way this subversion of the Zombie Bite = Zombie Dead trope is going with Etho, and I HAD to get bitten!Impulse in on it as well. Now I can't stop thinking about exactly how this virus works, so I'm gonna hit post before I get WAY too into it and make a text wall.

-https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618456845293633536/the-first-thing-you-notice-is-the-bite-it-stings How the virus works. (Tw gore, worms.)

(-@basaltdragon.)

-Bdubs definitely slept through the beginning of the apocalypse and had no idea what was going on for a while. He just kept doing his normal thing until someone told him what was happening. (-@miss-oleum.)

-I saw a post that mentioned Taurtis in the zombie apocalypse au, so I think this idea would be cool? I think from context clues Etho and Beef are kinda traveling together, but what if they run into Pause! Pause is super stoked to finally be around people in this mess (Team Canada, no less!!) but the dread kicks in when he notices the look in Etho's eyes, and how much paler he is than usual. Maybe he even notices the signs before Beef (who prolly def. noticed but is in severe denial about it). (-@853dragons.)

-https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618477192694939648/you-know-what-im-just-going-to-add-my-2-cents-on

-To the surprise (and delight) of everyone in the Bunker, Beef is a deasent Redstoner. He's still a bit rusty at it tho. But he Knows how to work around those dust if he put his mind it. And after the... Insident with Mumbo, they need all the help they can get with the Redstone. And the first time he fix a redstone contraption on his own he said to his spectators (any Hermit of your choice), "What? You thought I was all Beef but no Brains?"

(-@tearosepedall.)

And now, Writing!

-It's the hunger that's the worst. Gnawing and ever-present, no matter what he eats, he can't escape the emptiness that's settled into his stomach. Etho stares dully down at the can someone - probably Beef - had pushed into his hands, before spearing a handful of syrupy fruit and swallowing it. It does little to satiate the hunger crawling through his every being. And why would it? It's not fruit he's hungry for anymore. (Anon.)

-Fear curls around him like an unwanted friend, a fiend of mist and smoke that blankets his nerves and quickens his heart. He stares dully at the scene before him, at the massacre his group had just barely avoided, as an awful storm of what-ifs swirl through his mind. His hands shake. "X?" Someone asks, "Are you okay?" Xisuma sucks in a deep breath, curls his hands into fists, and turns towards Keralis. "I'm fine," he lies. (Anon.)

-"Hello there. If you are listening to this, we are gone and long forgotten. This base of ours is yours to use now. I'm sure there'll still be some supplies and cans of food left-" "Not if I eat them first!" "Gr- Grian! I'm recording!" "I know that, you spoon." Grian took a few steps forward and stuck his face up to the camera lens. "Hi there!" "Grian! This is serious work." "C'mon, we're always serious! What's wrong with a little bit of fun during the zombie apocalypse?" (12u3ie.)

-(Biffa's POV) I met Xisuma a couple weeks ago. He saved my life, and I joined his crew. We're good friends now, and I hope he trusts me. It just seems like there's something off about him, but not in a zombie way. The way he hesitates before saying he's fine, how his eyes widen for just a moment before battle... the way he mumbles in his sleep about an evil counterpart... (12u3ie.)

-Hands corral him, pushing him forward. Mumbo twists and writhes, trying to escape from the iron grip pulling him forward. Where his tongue still capable of forming complex sounds, he would be protesting vehemently. Nowadays, words are harder to come by, too clunky and heavy for his tongue to try. As it is, he can barely even manage the word no. 'I don't want this!' He screams, but only Cleo spares him a glance. Her eyes shine, wet with tears and pity that turns his stomach.

"We'll find a cure," Someone else promises. From a haze of shattered memories, a face forms. It takes another moment for him to remember a name. Grian. His voice is flat, toneless, but edged with iron and a promise. With one final pull, he's dragged into the windowless room, lined with lockers and benches. Mumbo's breath rattles heavily in his chest, as the iron door swings shut behind him. "I'm so sorry." Whispers seep through the thin walls. "I can't believe he bit Ren." (Anon.)

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Celebration Day

Summary: Bucky and the Reader's long-awaited wedding day is just around the corner. The only trouble is, with Pepper Potts serving as wedding planner, it's a little more elaborate than either of them had imagined. Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands and create your perfect out of what's around you.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!enhanced!Reader

(Reader sees bits and pieces of the future at random, understands all languages, and is also a super soldier)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Author's note: As always, the reader's name is never mentioned so that this can be read as a self-insert, but when I write this character, I imagine her as a Violet. Also, the song at the end of the fic can be anything you like, but I wrote it with Unforgettable by Nat King Cole in mind.

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“Whoa.” Bucky doesn’t say anything, but as he takes in the huge stone building that, according to Pepper, they’ll be getting married at in two weeks’ time, he’s almost certain his eyes have gone as big as his fiancee’s. What the actual fuck? They could fit a small army inside this place.

“Is this the right place?” He’s half-way hoping she’ll say no, it was a big joke, but with a grimace, she nods.

“That is, if she sent us the right address. If not, it’s pretty remote here….” She trails off, biting at her lip.

“Does Pepper know that between the two of us, we can count the number of people we call friends on our fingers-”

“And the ones we’d actually want around to watch us make a life-long commitment to each other is even smaller? Yeah, I mentioned it.”

That’s what he was afraid of. Despite having been through some of the most intense situations known to man (fighting Thanos, anyone?), as he pulls the door closed behind him, his palm starts to sweat. Logically, he knew giving Pepper the go ahead to plan as she saw fit without any input from either of them (she did insist on footing the bill after all, so being particular would be ungrateful) meant that things would get more elaborate than he’d feel comfortable with, but this is completely out of hand.

“I’m starting to think that waiting until two weeks before the day of to take a look at things may have been a mistake.”

He chooses not to add his two cents to that (a fucking huge one, on both their parts). It turns out to be the right decision because, a huge bouquet of… are those lilies… in her hands, Pepper emerges from a side door.

“Good, you both found the place.” Yeah, it was kinda hard to miss. It’s a literal castle! “Isn’t it just beautiful?” The high-powered executive is gushing in a way that’s usually reserved for the first time seeing a great work of nature, like the Grand Canyon or possibly Niagara Falls. Not… whatever the hell this is.

“It’s very eye-catching.” The grip on his hand increases to where it’s almost painful, and he glances over at her. “Right?” In other words, don’t just stand there. Say something.

“Yeah. It’s…” Huge. Kind of reminds him of a medieval palace that would have a secret torture chamber down bellow. Decadent, but not in the “This is really great chocolate cake” kind of way. “...really something.” If that look is anything to judge from, he’s definitely in the dog house tonight… which, oddly enough, means the dog will probably spend the night cuddled up to her on his side of the bed.

Fortunately, Pepper seems not to have noticed that he’s less than enthusiastic about her choice of venue (either that, or she’s assumed that ‘vaguely unsociable’ is just his natural state), because she beams at the woman on his arm.

“Of course, it’ll look much different the day of. There will be floral arrangements in every window and…” She goes on, but he’s stopped listening, too busy trying to calculate how many people can fit in this auditorium alone.

“Any questions?” Pepper peers between both of them. He should really read the room and say no thanks, it all sounds great, but he actually is wondering about something.

“Yeah, I have one. What’s the final tally on the guest list looking like?”

“We’re standing at around 500.” 500… does he even know that many people? Scratch that; between the two of them, do THEY know that many people?

“Wow.” He glances at the woman next to him. Yeah, that’s a fake smile if he’s ever seen one. “That’s quite a turn-out.”

Pepper says something else, but he doesn’t hear it past the buzzing in his ears. It’s only when he feels a tug on his hand that he realizes they’re supposed to follow Stark’s widow out of the room.

As soon as they’re out of earshot, she turns to him, wearing a worried frown. “You okay there, Buck?”

He nods. “Yeah, but is it too late to go with your idea? Just go to the courthouse and sign a paper?”

She sighs, a rueful smile on her face. “I think that ship has sailed. Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” She deserves the best, and if Pepper has anything to do with it, this wedding will be just that. He can deal with it. It’s just for a few hours, after all.

“Does this mean I get to pull out the ‘I told you so’?” It’s a joke, meant to lighten the mood. He knows this, so he takes the bait.

“Yeah, Doll. You get a free pass.”

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“How’s it coming?” She’s honestly not sure how to answer Shuri’s question. In traditional “Say Yes To The Dress” fashion, her female friends are all gathered outside the dressing room doors waiting for her to step out in the gown Pepper had designed specifically for her. The only trouble is, she’s never felt more out-of-place in her life.

It’s a beautiful dress, highlighting every single positive aspect of her body. The shade of ivory works well with her skin tone, and the material is cool against her skin. She looks exactly like a picture from a bridal magazine with her hair still styled from a trial run of that and makeup earlier today. Perfect… but not like herself.

Shaking her head, she tells herself she’s just not used to looking so formal, and pushes open the door.

Wanda, Morgan, Nakia and Shuri make appropriate noises of approval as she steps into the room. Pepper is smiling, a hand pressed to her mouth and tears rolling down her face. Only Okoye looks less than pleased.

“You look so fierce.” Shuri informs her, rushing forward to adjust her train.

“A total knockout.” Nakia nods.

“You look like a doll!” She chuckles at the four-year-old’s exclamation. It’s very sweet, probably the best compliment she’s ever gotten. Plus, she’s starting to feel like a doll.

“Okoye?” The general eyes her up and down, expression unchanging.

“How are you planning to fight in that dress?”

Wanda and Pepper freeze, unsure of how to react, but Nakia laughs and Shuri rolls her eyes.

“It’s her wedding day, General. She isn’t fighting anyone.” Shuri exclaims between giggles.

“This is an American wedding. The most physical thing they do is dance.” Nakia adds.

“Until the wedding night, that is.” And now she’s trying not to snicker at the princess’s innuendo.

The rest of the appointment is a blur. A tailor checks and rechecks the measurements, pinning up whatever he deems too long or large, letting out anything too constricting. Girl talk ensues and the champagne flows. By the time they go their separate ways, each with a bridesmaid’s (or in Morgan’s case, flower girl) dress in their possession, she’s the only one who’s not at least slightly buzzed.

She should really head home. It’s late in the afternoon, and she’s still got papers to grade. However, she finds herself driving in the opposite direction of where she lives. After today, she needs some time to herself, away from anyone else and the possibility of unintentionally seeing their future.

At a red light, she stops and dictates a voice-to-text message, informing Barnes that, “It’s going to be a late one. Stopping by a few places on the way home. Let me know if you want me to pick up something.” The reply comes thirty seconds later. “Take your time. Text me when you’re on your way. Stay safe.” This wedding may not be exactly what she’d pick for herself, but the man she gets to spend the rest of her life alongside certainly is.

She drives aimlessly for a while, no destination in mind. Finally, she decides that while she’s out, she may as well kill two birds with one stone. Pepper mentioned that they’re still lacking the “something old” from ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue’. She considered joking that the groom is over a century old so they’ve got that covered, but as an antique store appears on her right, she decides to go in and see if anything catches her eye.

A bell rings as soon as she steps inside, and although she can’t see anyone, a voice calls out from the center of the store to, “Shout if you need anything.” It’s a hodgepodge of various items, most in disrepair, all covered in a blanket of dust. She comes across a coin in the display counter minted in 1917 and is about to ask if she can get a closer look at it (there’s something about a sixpence in a shoe if she’s remembering correctly), but that’s when she sees it.

The wedding dress is clearly vintage, more than likely an original. As she takes a closer look at the tag, she sees that it reads “hand sewn, 1942”. The price is marked $25 dollars, a good deal even if it were in disrepair. Instead, she can’t find a thing wrong with it. It’s almost as if someone unearthed this in the back of a closet, perfectly preserved, and thought, “Here’s a way to make a quick buck.” For a moment, she allows herself to dream of how she’d look in it, but as the salesperson appears, she pushes that daydream to the side.

“May I see the nickel from 1917, please?”

With one last longing look at the dress, she pays for her purchase, and leaves the store behind.

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It’s not unusual for him to have nightmares. Most times, he can tell that what’s going on around him is a dream, not real life, and wake himself up. Not tonight, however. It all feels too real, not one of his usual dreamscapes, so that he’s stuck reliving a scene from earlier in the day.

It really wasn’t that big of a deal. Coming out of the pet store on his way home with a few bags of dog food (not to mention more toys than the mutt really needs because, despite himself, he’s a sucker for their tripod of a dog), he got recognized. There was the flash of a picture being taken to his right, and when he turned, a man holding a smartphone asked, “Hey, you’re that Winter Solder guy, aren’t you?” In reality, he pretended not to have heard and kept walking, and that was the end of it. In his dream, he’s driven all the way home, only to be cornered as he’s stepping out of his car and activated by HYDRA.

“Longing-”

“Stop.”

“-rusted. Seventeen. Daybreak-”

“Not again. Please.”

“-furnace. Nine. Benign-” As the HYDRA agent speaks, he realizes that she’s in the room with him. Oh no.

“Get out of here! Run!” He tries to warn her, but she just smiles at him, and although he can’t hear what she’s saying, he can see her lips forming the words, “I love you.”

“-One. Freight Car.”

“No!” He bolts upright in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. It’s only when the chill of the night air makes him shiver that he realizes it was just a dream.

“Whoa.” He’s still trying to catch his breath when he feels her hand on his shoulder. “You’re okay, Bucky. Take some deep breaths. That’s it.” He used to be embarrassed whenever this would happen, especially if he managed to wake her up in the process. But since Thanos, all of that has gone by the wayside, and it’s a common occurrence for her to wake up screaming and flailing also.

Practice makes perfect, so it’s only a few moments before his breathing returns to normal and he feels his heart regain it’s rhythm. He turns to her to apologize, but stops short.

“You were already awake.” She nods.

“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. My mind’s too busy.”

“Busy with what?” As he asks it, he settled back into bed, turning on his side to face her.

“Are we just gonna ignore that you had a nightmare?” He nods

“For now, yeah. It’s still too fresh.” A look of understanding settles on her face. He’s eternally grateful that she’s not one to push him into talking before he’s ready.

“I can’t stop thinking about the fucking wedding.” He snickers at her profanity. “Five hundred people, Buck. Five hundred! I don’t even know that many people, much less like them.” It’s like she’s read his mind.

“All of them staring at us…” She shudders. “It’s silly, but what if I have a vision and instead of saying “I Do” I say, ‘Watch your head!’ or something else just as stupid?”

“Then you’ll be doing better than me.” Her brow furrows in confusion. “I keep having this recurring dream that we get around to the vows and I forget how to talk. Then I look down and realize I’m not wearing pants.” That reminds him… “You still haven’t told me how trying on the dress went.”

She sighs.

“It was an experience.” That can’t be good.

“Didn’t it fit?”

“Oh, it fit.” She nods. “Like a glove.” Then what’s the problem? “It’s a beautiful dress, and I really appreciate all the effort Pepper put into it, but…” Oh. Now he thinks he understands.

“It’s not quite what you imagined.” It’s not a question, but she nods.

“No, but then again, I never imagined my wedding dress because I never imagined getting married.”

“But you still want to, right?” He shouldn’t ask that, but there’s a niggling fear at the back of his mind that she’s realized she doesn’t want to be stuck with him for the rest of their lives.

“Of course I do.” They’re facing each other, crumpled sheets between then, and she reaches out to caress his cheek. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Barnes, nightmare wedding or not.”

They’re quiet for a few minutes, the only sound the air vents circulating a cool breeze through the bedroom. Then she asks,

“Did you ever imagine it? A wedding or getting married?” It’s not something he’d easily admit to most people, but he nods.

“Yeah, I did. Back before the war.”

“Tell me about it.” She closes her eyes, and he can’t help but feel a slight wave of excitement that he gets to see her like this forever.

“It wasn’t like I spent a lot of time daydreaming about it, but…” It was just one of those natural things, a given in life; you get a job, find a girl, get married, and settle down to have a houseful of kids. When the war started, he saw so many of his friends go ahead and tie the knot with their girls before they shipped out, and he took it for granted that one day, he’d do the same thing.

“I guess I figured on having Steve there, standing up with me.” Of course, now Steve is an old man, physically as well as chronologically. He’ll be there of course. Even serve as the best man. However, it looks a little different than he imagined. “It’d probably be small, because we weren’t dirt poor, but we weren’t exactly rich either. Friends and family.” She nods, eyelids still lowered. “Didn’t put much thought into decorations or clothes, but I imagined walking out with her on my arm, whoever the girl ended up being-” Even in his wildest dreams, he couldn’t have imagined a woman as incredible as this. “-and dancing together after it, then heading back to our house, just the two of us.”

“It sounds-” She yawns, and he knows she’s nearly asleep. “-perfect.”

It does to him too, but over time, things change. Even if it sounds nice, a 1940’s shindig probably wouldn’t cut it in today’s busy world with it’s easy access to perfection. Still, a huge chunk of him wishes he could just steal her away and make their promises to each other in private. That makes him wonder: what did it look like when Steve and Peggy got hitched? He supposes he can ask soon enough. Steve’s arriving tomorrow after all.

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“You need any help in there?” Steve thinks about shooting back that he may be old (well, ancient is probably more accurate at this stage) but he can still manage to put on his pants without help, thanks. Instead he just answers,

“Nope. Just giving you a few extra minutes to primp before I come out and embarrass you by pulling off this suit better than you do.” As he pulls on his jacket, he hears Bucky laugh.

“Whatever you say, punk.”

He’s lived a full life, made plenty of other friends. However, he still hasn’t clicked the same way he does with the jerk from Brooklyn, even if said jerk is now seventy years younger than him.

“Alright, I’m done making myself pretty. Get out here, old man.” Chuckling, he pushes open the changing room door and joins Sam and Bucky.

“I don’t know what you two are bragging about.” Sam grins and straightens his tie. “Clearly I’m the best looking person here even without being hopped up on super soldier mojo.”

Bucky fakes a frown and elbows Sam.

“Remind me again why you’re invited to my wedding?”

“Because the bride likes me.”

“No accounting for taste.”

“Clearly, since she’s marrying you.”

Even though it’s obviously a joke, Steve internally winces. He’s already half-way expecting to talk Bucky down off the ledge at least three times in the next two days, convince him that yes you you are good enough for this girl, no I don’t think she’s making a mistake entrusting her future to you. Back in the day, he was the shy one with a lack of self-confidence. After everything HYDRA did, it’s his best friend who believes he’s unworthy of a second chance at life.

However, throughout most of the morning, there’s absolutely no sign of the impending breakdown. Steve’s nearly convinced that he’s guessed wrong, that there won’t be any fires to put out when, on the drive back to his hotel room, it happens.

“Can I ask you something?” He can’t really read his best friend’s facial expression since the other man is driving, facing straight ahead, but if the tension in body language is anything to judge from, this isn’t going to be a casual conversation.

“Sure.”

“Were you nervous before you and Peggy tied the knot?”

He nods.

“More like scared shitless.” It wasn’t the fact that, for the rest of their lives, they would be tied together, not just emotionally but legally as well. If anything, he was nearly giddy with excitement over that part. “All those people with their eyes on you and your dearly beloved? Don’t tell anyone, but five minutes before I had to be in place, I was in the bathroom losing my lunch.” Bucky snickers, and even he chuckles at the memory. “But I got through it because it was her. She was what I wanted at the end of the day. I would’ve gone through with it in front of a million people or in a broom closet. It didn’t matter. Everything except Peg was just trappings.”

Neither of them say anything else for the rest of the trip. On Steve’s part, he’s mentally reliving the day he married Peggy Carter through his memories. In fact, he’s so busy reminiscing that he doesn’t realize the car has stopped moving and they’re parked outside the hotel until his name is called for what must be at least the third time.

“Sorry.” He smiles apologetically. “It’s just a side affect of getting old: you spend a lot of time stuck in the past and forget about the present.”

“It’s okay.”

He reaches to open his door, but before he can-

“Do you have anything going this afternoon? Maybe need to take a nap or something?” This time, he doesn’t swallow down the sarcastic comment that springs to mind.

“Yeah, right after I finish rubbing liniment on my joints, I’m gonna go down to the old folks’ home and play bingo, maybe yell at some kids to get off my lawn. That is, unless you have something else in mind.”

“Well, I was gonna go interrupt my girl’s day and ask her if she’d go down to the courthouse and elope with me since we’re both dreading the trappings, but it sounds like you’re busy, so…”

It’ll smart later, but he tags the back of his best friend’s head.

“Go get your girl, jerk. Just tell me when and where to meet you.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a nap?”

“Respect your elders!”

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She’s elbow deep in clothing (when the hell did they acquire that many tshirts between them), attempting to make a dent in the number of things they still have to pack before next week’s move-in date, when she hears the apartment door open. That’s weird. He’s not supposed to be home until later in the day. It’s unnecessary, a reflex at this point, but she feels for the hidden knife she still keeps on her at nearly all times. It’s most likely not an intruder, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

The funny thing about living with someone is that the little things about them, details you never forced yourself to pay attention to, become ingrained in your memory without you realizing it. In this case, she recognizes the speed and heaviness of the footfalls, and that’s what makes her lower her guard.

“In the bedroom.” He hasn’t asked, but it’ll save him from looking through each room that comes before this one. And, if he’s home this early, they’ll probably have something to discuss.

“Hey.”

As she repeats the greeting back to him, she studies his expression. A smile, small but genuine. Also… nervous? That’s strange. She’s gotten good at reading the tiny tells that are still there behind the perfect, unflappable mask, but usually it takes her a lot longer to crack the code. Something major is going on.

“How’s the packing coming?” As he asks, he picks up a shirt (one of his, although it’s not folded) and tosses it into a box.

“It’s coming along fine. Do you want to talk about it some more or dive into why you’re home so early?”

“That depends. Do you already know what I’m gonna say?”

She shakes her head. No visions so far, at least not about this.

“Then I guess I’d better quit stalling.” That doesn’t sound good. “So, about the wedding.” For a moment, she’s worried he’s calling it off, that he’s decided he’d rather not spend the rest of his life with her. But if that were the case, wouldn’t he have mentioned it last night when they were both lying there unable to sleep, discussing things? “Is it safe to say we’re both dreading it? Not what comes after, but the part where five hundred of our closest friends stare at us?”

Her lips curl into a smirk.

“You could say that.”

“Well, I was thinking that maybe there’s a way to avoid it and still get the job done. Something more like what we talked about last night. You were awake for that part, right?”

Barely. In fact, she remembers her final thought before drifting off being, “I wish we could do things that way.” Still…

“Pepper’s put so much effort in. People are traveling, have already made arrangements-”

“So we still show up on Saturday, but behind the scenes, we would’ve already made things official. Maybe gone to the courthouse like you wanted to, just us and Steve? One other person if you had anyone in mind, since there need to be two witnesses?” It’s an appealing idea. The marriage license is still sitting on the kitchen table, waiting for them to sign on the day of. In theory, all they need to do is make an appointment and show up with their two witnesses. In practice…

“Hypothetically speaking, when would we be doing this?” Immediately, the small sign of nervousness melts from his face.

“This afternoon at four thirty, since that’s the only time before Saturday they had available. Hypothetically.”

She pretends to think about it, but can’t hide the smile that sneaks across her face.

“Then it’s a yes.” Now they’re both smiling like idiots. Taking his offered hand, she rights herself and circles her arms around his neck.

“So we’re really doing this, huh?” His arms wrap around her, and now they’re so close, she can feel his heart beating.

“Looks that way.” She leans up, closing the gap between them and presses her lips against his.

It’s tempting to just stand there, making out like teenagers, but eventually, she has to back away. It’s comical how startled he looks (that and slightly flustered).

“I’ve gotta get out of here.”

“What?”

She snickers. “I don’t know much about weddings, but I’m fairly certain you’re not supposed to see me ahead of time. Bad luck and all.”

“Wouldn’t want to risk that.” With one last peck, he lets her go. “Do you want me to head out and give you the apartment, or-”

“No, you stay. I actually have some errands to run.” Not saying another word (otherwise, she’ll end up gushing about how she can’t to start their life together), she grabs her keys from the nightstand and heads towards the door.

Once she’s in the car, a memory from the other day of that 1940s wedding dress sitting in an antique store comes back to her. There wasn’t a size on the label, and the material might be too fragile for her to even get it on her body. But it was so… perfect. It’s decided: she’s going in search of it. If it fits her, yay! If it doesn’t work out, she’s still got enough time to stop in at a department store and purchase something else.

The whole thing is slightly absurd. She peals into the antique store and, after eyeballing the dress, purchases it without so much as trying it on. Then, stopping at a fast food place, she undresses in a bathroom stall and pulls on the dress. The material is slightly musty from all the years of disuse, but it goes on easily. As she peers at herself in the bathroom mirror, a giggle rises from deep inside her. For the first time in this whole process, she feels like a bride.

She’s still dressed in the vintage white gown when she steps inside the first florist’s shop she comes across The woman behind the counter gives her a strange look, but doesn’t ask any questions as she sells her the simple bouquet of violets with a few pieces of greenery. She knows she must look odd, but she can’t bring herself to care. She’s flying too high. Maybe that’s the reason why, as she puts the finishing touches on her makeup, still in her car, she tucks a few of the flowers into her hair. There. That’s better.

She spots his car in the parking lot, so she knows he’s already there. That’s when the nerves hit her. This is it. They’re actually doing this. After today they won’t just be to people sharing an apartment (among other things); they’ll be husband and wife. She’s ready. God, is she ready. But the enormity of it is intimidating. What if she’s not a good wife? What if he’s expecting her to be the perfect domestic goddess (that’s absurd, she knows, but rationality just flew out the window)? Or on a more practical level, what if he doesn’t like how she looks? There’s only one way to find out. Slowly, hands shaking, she pulls open the courthouse door.

Steve’s waiting for her just inside the building. Apparently, he takes traditions very seriously, because when she asks where Bucky is, he just shakes his head. “He’s here, but you’re not gonna see him until you’re in the room, about to sign the paperwork.” She’s not going to fight it (after all, she’s the one who brought up separating in the first place), but she does still have a question.

“Steve, can I ask you for a massive favor?”

“Sure.” Here it goes.

“I know there’s not a real aisle, but would you walk me inside?” He may be seventy years older than he was when she met him, but the smile is still the same.

“Yeah. I’d be honored to do it.”

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Bucky’s not sure what the connection is between being so nervous you’re ready to climb the walls and the urge to pace, but regardless, that’s what he’s doing. The clock in the office where he’ll be exchanging vows with the woman he loves more than he ever thought was possible reads four twenty-nine. One minute left, give or take. One minute, and then the rest of his life begins.

The seconds hand seems to move incredibly slowly, but finally, it reaches it’s destination. On cue, the door opens, and all the breath leaves his lungs. Here she is.

It’s not the way he’d imagined it as a kid. Steve’s not at his side. He’s considerably older, rougher around the edges. They’re in a courthouse instead of a church. But as a kid, he also didn’t imagine anything that can compare to her.

It goes without saying that she’s beautiful; that’s always the case. But all the old stories are true: there’s something about seeing her in a white dress walking towards him just before they promise to love, honor, and cherish each other for the rest of their lives that makes her shine like never before. She’s not just beautiful. She’s brilliant.

“Hey.” Right. He need to say something.

“Hey. You made it.”

She chuckles and pushes back a stray tendril.

“Yeah, well I had a date I was really excited for, so I rearranged my schedule.”

Before he can say anything else (he’s not sure what, because frankly, all thoughts except “I love you” have disappeared), the door opens and a man in a business suit sticks his head out.

“Is everyone here?”

He looks at her for confirmation.

“Everyone that needs to be.”

“Then right this way.”

He’s not aware of much that is said during the ceremony after they join hands, too busy memorizing what she looks like so he’ll never forget. This is definitely one of those moments you want to carry with you the rest of your life.

They stick to the standard vows. He takes her to be his lawfully wedded wife to have and hold from this day forward, for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish ‘til death do them part, and vise versa. As he slips the ring on her finger, he catches her eye and mouths a silent, “I love you.”, which she repeats back as she slides on his wedding band.

“By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” That’s it. This is real. They’re married. “You may kiss the bride.” He doesn’t have to be told twice.

After the paperwork is signed, they agree to go and have dinner. Steve’s come all this way, and something seems right about celebrating with his oldest friend. He hadn’t thought far enough ahead to make a reservation so, still dressed in their formal clothes, they slide into a corner booth at a local diner. Nothing important is said; it’s mostly laughter and inside jokes between a group of friends. By seven o’clock, he’s dropped Steve off at his hotel and is on his way back home.

The apartment is mostly packed up at this point. The only things left are their clothes, a few kitchen and bathroom essentials, and their bed. Even the record player she gave him as a birthday gift has been shipped off to the townhouse they’ll officially move into sometime next week. But, he thinks to himself as he lets himself in, the great thing about going to sleep in 1945 and waking up in the 2000s is that while his taste in music may not have evolved by much, technology has. Which means-

“Hey, stranger.” She’s still wearing the dress, their dog sitting next to her on the bed with his head in her lap. It would be a crime to let that go to waste.

“Come here.” He motions for her to join him, and as soon as she stands, starts scrolling through is phone.

“What are you doing?” The confusion melts from her face as the first few notes of the song fill the room.

Holding out his hand, he asks, “May I have this dance?”

A soft smile crosses her face as, nodding, she folds herself into his arms.

“You can have every dance.”

Two days from now, they’ll stand in front of five hundred people, most of whom they've never met before, and make their vows once again. It'll be uncomfortable and even a little jarring, but it won’t matter. Steve's right: it’s all trappings. What’s real is now; the beautiful woman in his arms, his wife, and the life they’ll build together. It’s not what Bucky imagined all those years ago as a naïve kid in Brooklyn. This is far better.

#marvel #avengers #bucky x reader #the winter soldier #captain america #fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barns x y/n #bucky fanfic

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Living Life in the Night

Summary: You have a race against Steve, Bucky and Natasha. But will romance be a bonus if you win?

Characters: Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, Sam, Wanda, Peter. Characters that don’t have dialog: Shuri, Vision, Thor, Rhodey, Maria Hill, Fury, Aunt May.

Warnings: cursing, kissing. Nothing serious.

Word Count: 7.5k (sryyy)

Tag list: Lmk if you wanna join, I love when people wanna be tagged! @wednesday-add-em @sea040561 @angrythingstarlight @kmuir1

A/N: Sry I haven’t posted in a while. School and sports have been up my ass lately. I will only be able to post on weekends from now on. But I wanted to write this, and I hope you enjoy! Will be added to my Masterlist. Feedback is appreciated!

Being an Avenger meant a lot of things. For one it meant being a hero. It meant being a role model. Being a friend. It also meant being awesome and being a badass.

For you, that's what it meant. Being a badass. You didn’t have a superpower. You had a certain skill that the Avengers were looking for. You had a motorcycle. I know that doesn’t sound interesting, but you could do things that Bucky and Natasha couldn’t even do with it.

Your bike was a super bike and it had all the toys and kinks. Tony helped upgrade your bike whenever he invented something new, and you thanked god that he was able to trick out your bike. Your bike had a white paint job. Underneath the wheels, it had blue lighting, and inside the wheels themselves since they were hollow. And when you went super fast, they turned purple. You had sonic cannons attached at the sides of the wheel. You could go supersonic once you went fast enough. And Supersonic was your superhero name. And you had a black helmet to match.

Whenever duty called, you would get on your bike in a cute outfit. You would wear a white crop top, covered by a black, leather jacket. You had black leggings with thigh holsters on your left thigh. You always wore chains around your neck, giving you a “don’t mess with me” vibe. And everyone at the Compound knew not to mess with you.

Except for one person. Mr. James Buchanan Barnes. Oh he loves to mess with you. When you first met him, he seemed quiet but friendly. But once you went on more and more missions together, you found that to be completely wrong. He was a goofball. And you were slowly developing a crush on the super soldier. But for now you were just friends.

One time while on a mission, you and him were on your bikes, side by side. He was messing with you while you were trying to focus on the road, causing you to almost run into a tree. He was laughing his ass off while you were turning red and screaming your lungs out at him. But overall, you had grown fond of the Winter Soldier.

This morning, he proved to be a real prick. He walked into the dining room while you were eating your cereal and talking with Sam, Nat and Steve. But you almost choked on your cereal when he walked in. He was shirtless and in grey sweatpants. And your eyes dragged on him. They raked on his abs, pecks, biceps and thighs. And you checked out his pants to see if he was packing, and he was. You could pick out an outline and it made your mouth water a little bit. And it wasn’t helping that his hair was messy.

“You like what you see, doll?” Bucky asked, giving you a smirk the devil would be jealous of.

“Shut up,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Steve was blushing uncontrollably, Sam was raising his eyebrows, giving you a look while Nat was winking at you.

“What were you guys talking about before I ‘distracted’ you?” Bucky asked.

“We were talking about the upcoming mission,” Steve answered. “The one in NYC.”

“Yeah, me, Steve and Y/N were planning on taking our bikes,” Nat said.

“Yeah, are you gonna?” Sam asked Bucky. Bucky nodded while he was getting his breakfast ready.

“So the four of us are taking our bikes while Sam is gonna fly?” you asked.

“Yeah, that's the game plan. Intel suggests that Romlow is having a weapons cargo moving out tomorrow night. So Sam is going to give us a view from the sky while Nat, Bucky, you and I will be on the ground.” Steve answered again.

“Ok well which of you is the best?” Sam asked.

“Best what, pigeon?” Bucky asked.

“The best rider, obviously,” Sam sighed. The four of you looked at each other. You didn’t want to be rude and say yourself, but you didn’t want to say the other three because that would be lying.

“Me,” Bucky answered.

You and Nat looked at each other and busted out laughing. You were laughing into each other's shoulders, and Sam joined in, howling along with you two. Steve just sighed while Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You?” you asked, through tears. “Yeah, sorry pal, but no way.”

“Yeah buddy, it’s definitely not you,” Nat smiled.

“Oh yeah? Well then why don’t we have a race?” Bucky challenged.

“No, no. We have to focus on the mission.” Steve reasoned, but everyone was too interested in Bucky’s proposal.

“Yeah, tin can? And where exactly would we do that?” Sam asked.

“In NYC. Tonight. Before the mission.” Bucky grinned, looking at Steve as he finished his last sentence.

“Oh, if it means proving you wrong, I’m so for it,” you smiled.

“I'll do it, as long as Star Spangled Banner says it ok,” Nat teased.

Everyone looked across the table, to where Steve was sitting. He was deep in thought, his eyebrows clenching together, his hands pressed to his lips. He was staring at nothing, trying to list all of the pros and cons in his mind. Finally, with a long sigh, and everyone on the edge of their seats.

“Fine, we can do it.” Steve relented.

“You're gonna do it?” you asked, shocked.

“Well I have my bike, and I wanna have some fun once in a while.”

“The more the merrier,” Nat chuckled.

“Well to make things interesting, why don’t we all start here, in the parking lot?” you suggested. “Then we can go through the city, to the Brooklyn Bridge and finish in Brooklyn. We can finish at 569 Leaman Place.”

“That's you old house, Steve.” Bucky grinned, the memories of the 40′s and scrawny Steve slowly flowing back to him.

“Well, is there a specific route we have to take?” Steve asked.

“No, we can take whatever roads we want. Whatever we think is the quickest way, we go. Nobody has to stay on the same road as another person if they don’t want to.”

“Oh I see what you're saying,” Sam realized. “That sounds like fun. I could be the flag waver!”

“Sam, you would have to be in a bikini to do that,” Nat said, causing everyone to laugh.

“We could get Wanda to do it. She could also be the judge for who wins.” you smiled, coming up with tons of ideas in your mind for routes and tunnels and shortcuts to take.

“Ok, everyone. Get your bikes ready and fueled up. Y/N, get Wanda to do the flag.” Steve said.

Then everyone got up from the table. Everyone was quiet, trying to come up with streets and paths to take. You knew you were going to win. You had your bike. It could go supersonic for crying out loud. The other bikes couldn’t do that, and they didn’t say anything about you not doing it.

“This is going to be a piece of cake,” you grinned to yourself.

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Before you knew it, it was time. You had gotten your bike ready and your outfit on. Your bike was oiled, gassed and shined, ready for a long, fun race. You were able to get Wanda to do it, after an hour of convincing. She even agreed to do it in a bikini.

You were waiting by the starting line, the beginning of the driveway leading out of the Compound when you heard Sam come over in his Falcon suit.

“Hey girl, how are you doing?” Sam asked.

“Ready as I'll ever be. Are you going to be watching us from the sky?”

“Yeah. Tony, Rhodey and Vision are going to as well. We are going to be like those sports commentators. We will be in your earpiece, letting you guys know where you all are at all times. Tony also set a GPS linking everyone's bikes, in case you don’t want to hear us talking.”

“Ok,” you nodded, letting the information sink into your head. “Is anyone else coming to watch?”

“Oh yeah,” Sam smiled. “Once Wanda waves the flag, she is going to the finish line to wait. She’s gonna bring Peter along with her, even though I said it was past his bedtime. Uhh… who else? Oh, Shuri is gonna be watching too. Fury, Hill-”

“Wait, Fury is watching?” you asked, your eyes bulging out of your head.

“That's what I said. Are you even listening?” Sam rolled his eyes. You hit him in the arm and he laughed. But then the sound of bikes increased in the background.

“They’re coming. Don’t tell them I told you anything about the people coming. Also, I bet money on you to win, so don’t screw this up.” Sam winked as he moved out of the way.

You smiled at him and started your bike. Blue immediately started glowing around your bike, like an aura. Blue flames erupted from the exhaust pipes and the engine roared to life. You loved the sounds that came from your bike. It was music to your ears.

Then Steve pulled up on your right, leaving a little room in between.

Steve was in his classic bike. His bike was called “Breakout,” made by Harley Davidson. It was a sleek navy, with some hints of patriotic blue and white popping out. His front headlight turned on, a bright, vintage yellow. Smoke came out from the exhaust pipe, and Steve was revving the bike again and again.

He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a pair of jeans and a blue button shirt. He had on a helmet, covered with red white and blue. Signature Captain America.

“Hey Y/N, you're going down,” Steve taunted. You stuck your tongue out at him and saw another bike pull up in between you and Steve.

It was Black Widow herself.

She was in her black and red catsuit, with her signature black widow belt. Instead of blue highlights along the sides of her outfit, they were neon red, more catchy and sexy, making her curves pop out even more. She had on a black and red helmet, and on the side there was a spray painted spider on the side.

Her bike was an electric model. It was all black, except for the inside of the wheels, which were lit up bright red. She looked sick!

She leaned up next to you and held out her fist, looking for a fist bump in return.

“We’re still friends right?” she asked.

“Depends on what place I come in,” you said, returning her fist pump and grinning. She smiled back at you and returned her focus to her bike, looking at the gauges and dials.

Then the final racer pulled up on your left. The one and only Bucky Barnes. And he looked hawt.

His bike looked special, even though you saw it before, it looked newer. He once told you on another mission that this was the only bike of its kind. It’s a modified Street 750. It was customized just for him. The bike had an all black paint job, with small silver finishes. Simple and sleek, just like him

He was wearing his signature red Henley and a pair of black sweatpants, very casual for a race. The shirt was hugging his muscles in all the right places, and it was hard for your eyes to settle on where to look. To everyone's surprise, he wasn’t wearing a helmet, probably to let his chestnut locks move with the wind. But he looked sexy, like a chill bike leader. One that doesn’t give a shit. His eyes were shining like the moon from the way the headlights of everyone's bikes reflected against them.

“Eat my dust, doll,” Bucky said, catching your attention.

You chuckled and replied, “Yeah, says the one that turned to dust. Why aren’t you wearing a helmet?”

“Well, if I am as good as I say, why would I need a helmet?” Bucky grinned.

You knew that he was challenging you again. You wanted to prove that you were better than him, and him not wearing a helmet was saying otherwise. So, you raised your hands to your head and removed your helmet, letting your hair fall to your shoulders and back. You let out a sigh as the constricting helmet was removed from you. You threw the helmet over to Sam, who was on the sidelines, waiting for the race to commence.

“I think you're gonna regret not wearing a helmet,” you said.

“We shall see about that,” Bucky grinned.

Once the chit chat subsided, Tony stepped in front of all of you in his iron man suit.

“Ok, racers, here are the rules. You can be on the same road as another racer for as long as you want. You can change roads and go on whatever path you want. Just don’t cause an accident or I’m gonna have either Fury or Ross on my ass, and then Pepper will be on my ass. Understand?”

You gave him a thumbs up and saw the others do the same.

Then Tony moved out of the way and a female, one you had to do a double take of, took Tony’s place. It was Wanda and she looked amazing. She was wearing a red bikini, one that showed a lot of skin. Her hair was flying along with the breeze, and the checkered flag in her left hand was doing the same. Her red stilettos were clicking the ground as she made her way over.

Tony, Sam, Rhodey, Thor, Peter and Vision were waiting on the side lines along with Fury. You assumed that Shuri and Hill would be at the finish, but only time would tell. Tony was covering Peter's eyes so he didn’t see Wanda, but Peter was still peeking, which caused you to laugh. Thor, Sam, Rhodey and Bucky were giving whistles and cheers for Wanda and you and Nat were screaming at the top of your lungs. Steve and Vision said nothing. Even though it was hard to tell, you figured that Steve was blushing underneath the helmet. Vision was looking at Wanda like she was a goddess. Fury, however, just sighed on the sidelines and closed his eyes.

“Ready, racers?” Wanda asked.

She was answered by a few thumbs up and the sound of revving engines.

“You got this Y/N!”

“Go Nat!”

“Beat them Steve!!”

“Make them eat your dust Bucky!”

You couldn’t tell who said what because you didn’t care and you needed to focus right now.

Then Wanda raised both of her hands. Her right hand was making numbers appear in the sky while the other holding the flag was waiting in the air.

“3,” the crowd shouted when the number showed in the air.

Everyone's engines were roaring. Adrenaline was rushing to your veins.

“2!”

Your heart was pounding from the excitement.

“1!”

Your hand was just waiting to rev the speed on your bike.

“GO!”

The race had begun. Engines were screaming. Smoke was leaving trails behind you, along with the cheers from your fellow avengers.

You, Bucky and Nat were doing wheelies while Steve wasn’t doing any tricks. Probably because he wanted to be safe.

Nat took the lead, followed by you, Bucky and then Steve taking the rear. You sped up, moving ahead of Nat. Now you had a small plan in your head. You wanted to get an early lead, so you didn’t have to worry about everyone else.

You turned your head around to see how far everyone was behind you. Bucky moved ahead of Nat and Steve was still in the back. You looked at the map on your bike's dash and saw that Bucky was slowly gaining up on you.

Now was the perfect time to lose them.

You pressed a small button on the right side of the steering. It was a small blue button, not special to the average rider but to you, it was a big deal. It was the supersonic button.

You pressed the button and sped through the street. Everything around you turned into a blur. Bright lights were leaving lines around you and the only noise filling your ears was your bike's motor. You looked behind you to see that your bike was leaving a purple trail, glowing as bright as a star, following your path.

Then your bike slowed down. The supersonic speed was subsiding. It would be able to be used later though. You just couldn’t use it more than twice or else the battery on your bike would run out and you would be dead last. You looked down at the map and saw that you were halfway to Manhattan.

“Yes,” you thought.

“Holy shit that was crazy.”

You flinched at the voice filling your ears, causing you to almost swerve off the road.

“Hey! Be careful!! It's me, Sam! I just wanted to see how you are doing!”

You remembered what Sam had said earlier about the earpiece being connected, and you let out a sigh.

“Give a girl a warning!” you shouted back.

“Sorry! But that was a killer move. You are about a mile ahead of everyone else.”

“Where is everyone else?” you asked, not wanted to take your eyes off the road, since there were more cars.

“Well if you want an answer, you are going to have to pay,” Sam teased.

“Now is not the time.” you grunted as you made a left turn.

As you made your turn, you slowed down and sped up, doing a small burnout. You heard honking behind you, since you blocked the other drivers’ point of views, causing you to laugh.

“That was a dick move,” Sam said.

“Answer my question, Sam.” you said, still laughing at your antics.

“Ok, well Bucky is still following your path. Steve and Nat went on a different road that is going to meet up with yours eventually. But you are so far ahead that it won’t affect you. Only Bucky. But Bucky is slowly catching up, but you are ahead of him.”

“How far ahead?” you asked as you were slowing down at a red light.

“If this red light is a long one, then he will be about a football field length away from you.” Sam answered.

As soon as he finished his sentence the light changed, and you weaved your way through the cars so that you were far ahead, not having to worry about traffic.

“You spoke too soon,” you mocked.

“Alright then. I’m gonna sign off for now-”

“Wait I have one more question!” you shouted.

“Oh, someone likes me. Ok ask away then, angel,” Sam said.

You were too preoccupied on the road to care about his stupid nickname so you just asked him the question.

“Can everyone else hear our conversion?”

“No, here's how it works. If either me, Tony, Wanda or Rhodey want to talk to you, it will be for only me and you to hear. It’s like a private connection, right Tony?”

You hear a muffled voice, definitely Tony’s, from your ear piece, as you were waiting for your answer.

“Yeah. It’s like a private connection.”

“Are you the only one that is allowed to talk to me? Like is it assigned that you talk to me?” you asked.

“Yes and no.” Sam began. “I can talk to anyone else, but I bet on you to win, so I have to be your coach. But Tony said if I wanna annoy Bucky I can.”

You laughed and took in everything around you. The stars were shining in the sky. And in the distance, very faintly, you could see the bright lights of NYC.

“Alright, you good now Y/N?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, next time, give me a warning,” you said.

“Alright, Falcon out,” he said, and he signed off.

As you were driving, you realized how quiet it was, except for the other cars. You needed music. So you looked at your dash and put on your playlist. It had a mix of different genres and artists, and you loved the variety. It also was the perfect playlist for the mood you were in and what was going on right now.

As you turned the corner to get on the highway, “Deep” by Summer Walker started playing. You let out a sigh and felt your nerves uncoil and relax. So far, nothing was stopping you from winning. Nobody was near you, you were in the lead, and you felt great.

You were heading to the Tappan Zee Bridge, or the Cuomo Bridge as it is now called. But you liked Tappan Zee better, that's what you called it since you were little. It goes over the Hudson river into Tarrytown. And it's only 25 miles away from Midtown Manhattan. So you should be able to get to Manhattan in about 45 minutes. You had been on the road for about an hour now, so this was pretty quick, considering there was no traffic.

But then as you started headed up on the bridge, you saw that more and more cars were on the bridge. It was traffic.

“Shit,” you said to yourself.

Then you heard a familiar sound. It sounded like a bike.

“No, no no no no no no no,” you said, panicking.

“Ok Y/N it's Tony, I can help, Sam is busy annoying Bucky right now so I’m taking his place.”

“Jesus Christ, warn me!” you shouted.

“No time, just let me help.”

“Ok what do I do and who is behind me?” you asked.

“Steve is behind you and just weave your way through the cars. Then once you get off the bridge, you can take the highway to a secret tunnel. It should lead you to the Garment District.”

“Are you talking about Lincoln Tunnel?”

“No I am not. After the Lincoln Tunnel, there is a blocked off tunnel. It should take you right to 42nd Street.” Tony sighed.

You rolled your eyes as you saw Steve passed you. He wasn’t going fast because of the traffic, so you could catch up to him, you just needed to use your skills.

“Wait Tony, how did he get ahead of Natasha and Bucky?” you asked.

“Well, while he was with Nat, he went on a different road and got him here quicker, passing Bucky.”

“What’s the lineup?”

“Just look at your dash, you dummy. I put it there for a reason.” Tony scoffed.

“Well, if you can see me, you can see that if I wanna get out of the traffic and win. I need to keep my eyes on the road, you Coca-Cola can.” you ranted.

There was a period of silence. You could tell Tony was defeated at this point, so you smirked happily.

“Touche. Bucky is in last, Nat is in third and you know the rest,” Tony answered.

“Alright, Y/N out.” you said. Now you had to get ahead of Cap.

You were weaving through the cars at high speeds, all while the song ‘Tadow’ by Masego was playing. It was a calming song for a high pressure moment like this.

You were starting to gain up on Steve, but you had no clue he had a button that let him go fast. It wasn’t like yours, but it could go fast. He used it once all the cars were out of the way, and while you were getting through them. You were off the bridge before you realized that Steve was far ahead. You mentally cursed at yourself and kept your eyes on the road.

You revved the bike and switched gears as the song changed to “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande. The bike emitted blue flames and you went into a wheelie to catch up. You looked down at the dash and saw that you were gaining up on Captain America, much to your relief and satisfaction. But as you looked down, you saw that Bucky was almost off the bridge, in a close pursuit by Natasha. You had to pick up the speed or you would become roadkill.

The sign ahead showed that the Lincoln Tunnel was a half a mile away. You prayed to god that Tony was right, or you would kill him later.

You were soon able to catch up to Steve. His helmet was very easy to spot among all the cars, and his engine was very loud.

Then, you saw Steve take the Lincoln Tunnel, and you decided to listen to Tony and take that secret tunnel. You had to wait for a little bit, but then you saw the blocked off road, and a little ramp that you could use to jump over it.

You weaved through the cars so that you just had to go a little off the road to approach the ramp. As you were gaining speed you could hear cars honking at you, as if you were crazy and not paying attention. But you were crazy.

You were going as fast as the bike would allow and flew up the ramp. It felt euphoric as you were soaring through the air. As you were gliding through the air, you went into a superman like position with your hands still on the steering. But for a split second, you took your hands off, just to feel what it was like to fly. As soon as you did, the climax of the song was playing, and you felt the best you had ever felt. Your hair was in the breeze of the wind. You smiled and shouted at the top of your lungs. You truly did feel like a dangerous woman.

Then, as quick as the feeling had come, you had to prepare for landing. You got your hands back on your bike and positioned yourself for impact. You landed on the road with a thud and now you had an entire tunnel to yourself. You checked the map and saw Tony was right, and that Natasha and Bucky had followed Steve. Thankfully.

The dash showed information on the tunnel, saying that it was a draft of the Lincoln Tunnel, but due to WWII, they had to stop construction, even though it was built. The public just couldn't use it yet. And then it became lost in time, completely forgotten about.

The tunnel was dimly lit. Soft yellow was illuminating the walls, showing all the artwork and graffiti. It was beautiful. “Forever” by Labrinth started playing, and you felt like the main character in your own movie. You shouted at the top of your lungs to hear your echo, and it sounded so out of this world. You sang along with the song, and with the echos, it was like you were in a church, hearing every small detail of the song.

You revved up your bike again and did some tricks. Since you weren’t on a highway, now was the perfect time to have some fun.

You performed one of your favorite tricks, a standing up wheelie. This was one of the hardest tricks in the book, but because it was you, it was as simple as walking. Next you did a “Duane” which is when you put both of your legs to one side of the bike, and then jump up and switch sides.

Then you saw that a tight turn was approaching. Now was the time to do a trick the Winter Soldier had taught you. Bucky told you he had done it with his left hand while on the run from Black Panther in Romania. It was a very hard trick to accomplish. For Bucky it was easy since he had a cybernetic arm. But you were able to get it after a few weeks.

You had to make a tight right turn, and you performed a hand drag. And then you were speeding up the tunnel again. “For the Night” by Pop Smoke started playing once you rounded the turn. You swayed your head to the rhythm, feeling your hair swish and sway along with it.

As you looked ahead, you saw multiple colored lights at the end of the tunnel. 42nd street was close. You could smell the city at this point. You checked the map once again and saw that Natasha had taken the lead out of Steve and Bucky. She was almost at the end of the tunnel and almost on 34th street. That street was just ahead of 42nd, so you had to get on the street before she had the opportunity to gain mileage.

“Any Way You Want It” by Journey had started to play and you felt your inner 80′s girl coming out. You shrieked like a banshee along with the song. Then a big truck had entered the road from 8th Avenue, blocking where you needed to go. You needed to get to Broadway, which allowed you to get to the Brooklyn Bridge without changing streets.

So you leaned to the left and did a trick that Natasha did. When Ultron was on the run in South Korea. You slid underneath the truck and almost caused a car accident. The car behind you, once you got out underneath the truck, wasn’t expecting you and didn’t see you. So they almost turned off the road and onto the sidewalk.

People on the sidewalk saw your move and cheered for you. Some cars even honked for you. It felt rewarding, but you knew winning would feel even better.

Then you were gliding through Broadway, going at top speeds while gliding through the traffic. Your music was so loud that you didn’t hear the constant honking from taxi drivers.

Then, once you thought you had a secure position, you saw red lights pull up next to you. Natasha Romanoff had entered the party, blasting the song “Black Widow” by Iggy Azalea. She looked over at you and sped up Broadway, looking to take the lead. You looked down at your dash, looking for any sort of short cut, but you also saw that Bucky was taking the West Side Highway, probably to 14th street. Steve was following Bucky as well. But you also saw that Sam was on your dash, looking to call you. You took your left hand off the steering and pressed the button to call Sam.

“Y/N! I have been trying to call you for the past 15 minutes!” Sam shouted.

“Oh sorry,” you said, sheepishly, and you realized that “This is America” by Childish Gambino was starting.

“Ok I can help. Take Broadway all the way down. I know Natasha well and she is going to go all the way straight. Not down Broadway though. She is going to go by East Houston and stay on that road.” “How do you know this?” you asked, confused.

“Oh I heard Rhodey talking to Natasha and giving her advice for how to shake her off of you. But I know that what he said is the wrong choice. I’m closer to the skyline than he is. I see that where he told her to go has more traffic, and you have a clean shot, unless Bucky catches up to you. He is gaining up on you.”

“How is Manchurian Candidate ganging up on me?”

“He took the West Side Highway all the way down. He is almost at the bridge, but right now he is in traffic. The traffic is starting to clear up, so I would hurry up.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” you huffed, as you turned to keep going down Broadway.

You did a wheelie up the road. You were able to go through a few red lights as Sam was informing you of where Natasha and Bucky were. After a while, and as the song “Eleven” by Khalid and Summer Walker, Sam told you to turn left, leading you right to the Brooklyn Bridge.

As you were turning left, you saw a motorcycle go through their light and zooming up the road.

“Bucky,” you and Sam said. Then you gripped the handle of your bike and sped after him. He had a good lead on you, but you could catch up to him. It wasn’t that hard.

You were swerving through the taxis and cars as you tried to gain up on the Winter Soldier, but he was a good driver. You hated to admit it and you internally punched yourself.

You approached the Brooklyn Bridge and you had to admit, the view of the city skyline and the Bridge itself was so spectacular. It was so much better in person. And with the “Eleven” playing, it made everything even better. You had watched the music video of the song, and it reminded you of this moment, racing against the person you cared about so much. All of the bright lights and cars.

As you were getting off the bridge, you had caught up to Bucky Barnes. To say you were enraged that he had been ahead of you for this long was an understatement. You were on fire, your anger consuming you.

Then the two of you had to slow down because of a red light. And you were right next to each other. You looked over at him and saw him giving you a sexy as fuck grin. You tried your hardest not to moan. But you let out a quiet moan and bit your lip. You prayed to god that the moan was blocked out by the sounds of honking and engines.

“You good there doll?” Bucky asked, bringing you back to the real world.

“Oh yeah. Are you ready to eat my dust?” you challenged.

“Well I have been ahead of you for this long. I just need to keep the lead a little bit longer and I will be the winner. It will go down in the history books. ‘Bucky Barnes beats Supersonic.’” he said, putting his hands up in the air.

“Well, you will never get the chance, Sarge,” you said as the light changed green and you raced up the street. Bucky grinned and followed your pursuit.

You guys were neck and neck the rest of the way. Your music was doing it’s best to calm your nerves down. But not much. When you were racing against Bucky, who was your crush and annoying the living daylights out of you, it was very hard. You saw how angelic his hair looked in the wind, how his eyes caught the lights of the cars just right, to make his eyes look like galaxies. Then you and the Winter Soldier approached another red light. You looked at your dash and saw that this was the final red light before you reached the finish line.

“So doll I was thinking,” Bucky started once he pulled up beside you.

“Oh no,” you said.

“If I win, what do I get from you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I see how you look at me. And Natasha told me you have a small crush on me.”

Damn Natasha, that two faced liar. No wonder she was the best spy, she was good at everything. You told her that while you were drunk, entrusting her during a vulnerable moment.

“Don’t get mad Y/N. She told me because she wants me to make a move on you.” Bucky said, trying to calm you down.

“Why?”

“Because, doll. I like you too.” Bucky said, giving you his most genuine smile and a wink.

And just as he finished his sentence, the lights changed to green he sped off into the streets of Brooklyn.

You followed him, but you had to think for a moment about what just happened.

Natasha went behind your back and told your crush you liked him. This was a good thing, because he liked you too. But you still were annoyed at Natasha because you trusted her. You would yell at her later, now you had to focus on beating the Winter Soldier.

He was a few cars ahead of you and he had a straight shot to the finish, since there were no cars ahead of him. You maneuvered your way through the cars for a little bit until you were side by side with Bucky again.

“Good to see ya again,” Bucky said while driving.

“I'll see ya at the finish line, James,” you said, pressing your supersonic button once more to secure your spot to victory, all while the song “Living Life, In The Night” by Cheriimoya and Sierra Kidd was blasting at full volume.

You knew that calling him James was something special to him and only Steve called him, so you had done it intentionally for two reasons. A: to get him distracted and win. B: to let him know that you were going to be with him till the end of the line. And that you loved him.

Even though you never said I love you to him, he knew that when you called him James, it meant everything and more. He was over the moon and was willing to let you win. Sadly.

You sped up the street. You felt like Quicksilver, going so fast that the world around you is moving in slow motion. Your bike was leaving blueish purple trails, that looked like something from a sci-fi movie.

As you started to slow down, you saw all of your fellow avengers waiting on the side of the road. Wanda wasn’t wearing her bikini anymore. Instead she was wearing a blood red leather jacket and pajamas underneath. Vision was snuggling with her, and they looked so adorable, they made you want to squeal like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. Tony was chilling on the roof with Rhodey and Thor, eating donuts and listening to AC/DC. Shuri, Peter and Sam were making a TikTok on the sidewalk, being watched by Aunt May, Hill and Fury. Once they all saw you coming, they all jumped up and down and screamed at the top of their lungs, except for Fury. He shows his excitement without screaming.

You passed the apartment and performed a couple of donuts, leaving trails of smoke in your wake. You screamed at the top of your lungs at your victory, along with the cheers of everyone else.

Once you got off your bike, you headed over to everyone, but before you could get over there, Sam ran up to you and picked you up and spun around in circles.

“YES Y/N!!! YOU FUCKING DID IT!!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!! I AM GONNA BE RICH!!!!” Sam screamed. You laughed in his arms as he spun you around like a merry-go-round.

Once he put you down, Peter and Shuri came over and told you how happy they were that you won. Then they went over to look at your bike while you went over to everyone else.

After a few minutes, Bucky pulled up and everyone cheered for him. Then Nat followed, and Steve pulled up a little bit later.

“Everyone shush!” Tony screamed, getting everyone to shut up.

“Now we all know who the best rider is. Whoever thought otherwise, give your money to Y/N to hold to.”

Vision, Thor, Rhodey, Hill, Peter and Shuri stepped forward and handed you a chunk of cash.

“Tony you bet against her too, same with you Fury!” Sam shouted. Tony and Fury took a long sigh and stepped forward. Fury put 10 bucks in your hand while Tony stepped up and had to pull out his wallet. He counted up the hundreds and placed them in your hand.

“Tony, how much did you bet?” you asked.

“I bet on Bucky.” he said, giving a death glare to the Super Soldier.

“How much?” you asked again.

“$10,000,” Tony said as if it was nothing.

“Holy shit Tony!” you said, completely taken aback. “You should always bet on me!”

“Yeah Tony,” Wanda said, mocking Tony and high fiving Sam. Clearly they were the only two that bet for you, and you were happy that you gave them a high five and handed them the money. Tony walked away in a huff, returning to his rooftop and donuts.

“You guys have to split it,” you reminded them.

“We know Y/N,” Wanda said. “Sam, how much did everyone bet?”

“Ok for Bucky, Thor bet 50 bucks. Shuri bet $200 and we all know about Tony.” Sam said, causing everyone to chuckle.

“For Natasha, Peter bet $20, Fury bet $10 and May bet 100 bucks.”

“Not bad,” Natasha muttered.

“And last but not least, Steve Rogers. Vision bet $100, Rhodey bet 50 bucks and Hill bet 20.”

“Ok, I’ll take it,” Steve said.

Once the money was settled between Wanda and Sam, everyone was talking in small groups. Leaving you and Natasha.

“We are still friends right?” she asked with a devilish smirk on her face.

“Now I know why you said that. Why would you tell him?” you asked, exasperated.

“Well, did it work?” she asked, still grinning.

You looked down at the ground, realizing she had the upper hand. She always did.

“Yes,” you said sheepishly.

“Ahhh. Now, you shouldn’t be mad. If anything, you should be thanking me,” Nat smiled.

“Thanks Nat,” you said, trying to look mad, but your happiness was getting in the way, so you tried to conceal it in a hug, which she happily returned.

As you were getting a drink of water, which Tony supplied, you saw Bucky in an alleyway. Probably to take a break from the crowd. He was looking at you, in a way you had never seen before. You had taken it as your cue to walk over to him.

“So, how did you like my dust?” you smiled.

Bucky smirked at you and stepped forward. You never realized how tall he was until he was inches away from your lips.

“You never answered my question before.” he said, his voice low, gravely and sexy. It did things to you that you never knew a voice could.

“Well there wasn’t enough time,” you tried to counter, but your voice was barely a whisper.

“Now we have time, sugar.”

“Well what do you want, Bucky?”

“You,”

Your heart swelled and without thinking you leaned into him for a kiss. One that poured all your feelings for him in ways that words never could. Bucky was frozen for a second, having to process that you were kissing him. But once everything in his mind clicked, he leaned in even more.

You were both out of breath by the time your lips parted. And once the realization that you kissed settled in, you were both blushing insanely and giggling.

“GUYS I GOT THAT ON CAMERA!!!!”

Bucky and you turned around to see Sam holding his phone, with the flash on and facing you and Bucky. And Peter was right behind him.

“Oh no,” you said, and Bucky wasted no time running after the two of them. He ran after Sam because he held the phone and let Peter slip away and Peter ran to you.

“I am so sorry Y/N! I told him not to but he wouldn’t listen to me! Tony bet him $10,000 to record you two kissing! I didn’t think he would do it but he did and I had nothing to do with it so please don't tell Bucky to kill me!” Peter blabbered.

You didn’t care, you just put your hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“No, I won’t tell him to kill you. And now I have a video to relive my first kiss with Bucky. So, don’t tell Sam or Bucky I said thank you, but thank you.”

“I won’t. Your secret is safe with me.”

“And me,” Steve said, along with Nat, appearing out of thin air. Then you and the three of them looked into the street, still watching Sam running away from Bucky, watching Bucky cursing at him while carrying a small pocket knife.

“How long do you guys think this will go on for?” you asked.

“An hour.” Steve said without hesitation.

“Agreed,” Nat said.

“Well, we can steal Sam’s money for fun,” you said.

The three of them gave you a look, like you had three heads.

“I’m down, I mean it’s your night, you got a boyfriend and you won. You deserve that money.” Nat said.

“You guys down?” you asked Steve and Peter.

“I think I’m just going to eat donuts with Mr. Stark, War Machine and Thor,” Peter said. “Congrats Y/N!”

“Yeah I think I have to watch the two of them before Bucky rips his head off,” Steve said, going into a light jog to follow them

“Well, are you ready to get rich?” Nat said, smirking and getting ready for the second mission of the night.

“What about tomorrow's mission?” you asked.

“I think I can handle Rogers.” Nat assured you.

“Well then what are we waiting for?”

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floosies · 4 years

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bury a friend: The Story of Noctua

pairing: steve rogers x possessed!oc x mcu!au

summary: there have been sightings of a dark creature who vanishes with night and in the mornings only remains of once living people are found scattered in open fields or forests nearby.

warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of attempted suicide, violence, gore, cursing, mentions/scenes of sexual nature.

Please read with discretion. 18+ content.

A/N: This is my first attempt at something more dark. It’s been in my brain since hearing some of biilie’s works and quiet frankly I want to venture into new territory. However, I understand the severity of some topics that I will write about. If you or someone you know is in need please look at these resources.

tags: @indecisivedolly

Part 4: The Seven Wonders (2 of 2)

She wanted to lash out, to drag him into the nearest body of water and drown him. Disrespect was something she had no experienced in so long, it made her burn brightly. Tenebrae wanted to intervene on the matter, but higher powers were unraveling truths to the old being. There were rules that came along with the new found information, one of most importance, it could not kill the boy. There was a greater purpose for his soul.

Dreams are often either ones forgotten by morning light or drag one’s soul through hell. This was the latter, she was witnessing a horrible moment of her childhood. Her rabbit was being killed by her cruel step father, who found the poor creature in her small room. Each time she tried to stop it, the scene would become farther from her grasp. She could hear the cries and screams of agony from her younger self. The dream shifted and distorted to a different scene, her first witnessing. The birth of a lamia, who had recently given up her virtue. An older warlock possessed by Tenebrae was the sacrifice. It was a beautiful scene, but the face of the warlock became the face of the boy who’d tried to take her virtue from her when she was a girl. He was burning in the fire pit as she and other lamia’s chanted old latin spells. They danced and laughed as he charred, a true haunting justice.

Cold sweat covered her face as she awoke, it was still dark out. She couldn’t go back to bed however. The adrenaline from what she had to relive was terrifying her. Taking her robe, she went in search for a library or entertaining room hoping to distract herself from the resurgence of images from the harrowing dream. She was due to preform the seven wonders in a matter of hours. How could she preform if there was any sort of fear in her being, “daughter those were dreams. They cannot hurt you, unless you let them become real for a moment.” She found a room filled with spirits and fine wines from different years. Taking a red wine dated from 1893, she filled a glass to the mid part. There were comfortable seats with crushed velvet upholstery.

Taking a shaky drink, she narrowed her eyes at the ceiling knowing it was present. “I have to present my gifts on command and you choose this time to remind me that I can make my horrors a reality? How unforgiving,” The being then took the form of an elderly man, “I apologize my daughter. I only remind you as you will need me there for certain things, or am I wrong?” Of course it was correct, to teleport through time required a certain stamina only Tenebrae possessed. “You’re right, but you don’t have to egotistical.” She laughed softly, the elderly man smiled. They were interrupted abruptly though, “this is Stark’s private bar.” It was James.

Bucky saw her sat next to some old man. The old man’s stare made him feel uneasy, “relax. It’s simply Tenebrae morphed into an elderly man for some reason.” He was still unsure of this girl demon or whatever she was. “You should go back to your room,” the elderly man sighed. “I will let you talk to this boy, I have other matters to see to. Call for me when I am need Noctua,” she nodded and it disappeared into a small gust of air. “James, I do hope I don’t frighten you.” She said almost mockingly. “Don’t ever call me that name again. Bucky will do, and i’m not scared of some little girl possessed by some demon.” She finished her wine and stood up, “little girl? I have lived life times in decades. I have seen far greater reaches of life and the afterlife. I am not possessed I was blessed with my gifts because I earned them. Tenebrae is not some demon, Tenebrae saw the creation of all you know that exists today. It even molded the ground you step on. You will respect me, or I will not hesitate to truly show you fear. Bucky.” She snarled his name, walking off to her quarters once more.

He wasn’t just angered, he felt embarrassed. Who did she think she was? She killed people for sport, she lived like a savage before they retrieved her. A little girl with an attitude and some words that rhymed, that was all she was to him. Fear her? He could destroy her if he wanted to.

A shining sun filled the training room created for, it was quite large and empty. Steve had taken her to it, “do you think this will be good enough for you to display your powers?” She smiled, “of course it will be. Thank you,” he nodded and then those who wanted to view began entering. Tony of course had to see it, “hope I made it in time. Did we start yet?” She looked at Steve, “this is Tony Stark, he-” “I’m the billionaire who created the Avengers-” “He did not create the Avengers, he just complained his way in.” A third person said, “I’m Nick Fury, I formed this group, years ago.” She nodded, “is there anyone else who is coming today?” The men shrugged.

With that, they began. First was telekinesis which was easy to show. The video camera that was recording her suddenly was dragged to her grasp without anyone moving it. Concilium or mind control was also fairly easy, she made Steve do a fox trot with Tony. It was quite amusing. Vitalum Vitalis or the balancing scales of one life with another, was difficult to master, but she had and she proved it by bringing a dead hummingbird back to life. Divination was interesting, “in a room somewhere on the compound is Steve’s compass, in it a picture of his old love. Which room is it in?” A glance at her palm was all it took, “he usually keeps it in his office. You’ve chose to throw me off, it is in the bar room on the third floor.” Tony took his computer pad and showed the compass placed on the table of the bar room. It was impressive.

They had gone through almost all without realizing that Bucky was watching. Pyrokensis was interesting, he watched as she set half the room on fire in the shape of a swan. He listened as they reached the final wonder, “transmutation?” She nodded, “it’s teleportation really. Watch,” she suddenly disappeared. “Hi Bucky,” he screamed punching the wall behind him, but she was gone. Now she was in front of Steve laughing. Fury rolled his eyes, “okay you had your fun, but now show us the teleportation between realms, time, and alternate universes.” She became serious again.

The air grew cold for a moment, the entity was now in the room. “This is Tenebrae, it gave me the ability to travel through all those different dimensions. It must help me-” “you mean possess you?” Bucky scoffed, “yes actually. It is the only way I’ll remain conscious through the travel.” Fury nodded, “can you take someone with you?” She never had, “I- i’m not sure.” The being spoke then, “she can. My strength allows me to take many-” “just one, to assure this is true.” Reading Steve’s mind, she found him actually afraid to do it. “Stark?” He shook his head, “sorry it’s a risk I’m not willing to take. My will is still being rewritten.” Bucky rolled his eyes, “i’ll do it. To prove it’s a hoax.” A thunderous laugh echoed through the room.

It was simple really, one artifact from the past, as well as alternate pasts/futures., and something to prove she went to a different realm. Tenebrae waited for it’s daughter to signal for it to begin the take over. She warned them first, “it isn’t pretty. You may want to look away.” Bucky thought she was lying, but then she began to contort. Her eyes were pitch black for a moment, he had never seen the human body twist and turn in such horrifying ways. He couldn’t look away, she was in mid-air, bones cracking, and eyes still filled with black. Then she wasn’t, her pupils went from gold to olive green. “Let’s go, you can all look now.” She grabbed his hand in hers, “we’ll be back!” That was the last thing she said before they traveled to a different time.

A home, a small house with vintage- these were not vintage. He looked down, the floor was checkerboard and he was wearing a suit. She had on a mini dress, this was the sixties, something felt off though. “Who’s home is this?” She didn’t answer, instead she led him to the front door where a newspaper was waiting to picked up. it read 1967 and John F. Kennedy was on his second term, civil rights movements were dying down as he’d made good work of ending the segregation era of the nation. Charles Manson had been arrested for his cult, this was the alternate future. The one where the good guys lived. Before he could get a second to enjoy it, they were gone.

It all looked like the present except for the way some words were written. She lead him to a magazine, the date read 2058, they were two decades into the future. This future had no mention of the avengers or heroes. “What’s going on?” She looked at him, “in this universe heroes never existed. There was never a need for them. Everything was resolved without the creation or need for them. They hide their powers or are allowed to exist as is and use their powers as a way of earning wage.” Again as she said that, they were else where.

He was wearing a leather coat with fringe and denim jeans. She was dressed in a long white dress and sandals. “This is our 1970s, ya know with the super heroes and all that.” He followed her through someone’s garden, “Stephanie!” He heard her call out, and then a blonde woman appeared from the house, “little owl, you’ve come back.” The two met in a hug, “this is my friend Bucky, he’s a vet.” The blonde woman nodded leading them inside the home. They drank tea and she sang to them, her husband playing the guitar. He hadn’t even noticed that she’d disappeared for a moment. She apologized for them having to leave so soon, but thanked her friend for the kind welcome.

Their own future. He knew it was theirs because Tony was on a billboard and people recognized him. She bought coffee’s for them and kept the receipt knowing it had the date and with that they left. He couldn’t believe it was real, that he was experiencing this. The last stop was this odd planet with odd fruit, she grabbed one quickly and sent them to present.

Once in their present she dropped all the proof on the ground and ran to the back of the room. He went after her, “please stay back.” Her voice sounded pained. Soon the contortions and black pools of nothingness came back. It was leaving her, he felt awful for her pain. When it was gone, her eyes were gold again, her body fell to the floor. “Noctua!” Steve ran to her side, she looked feeble.

Tenebrae felt awful for causing her pain. It never aimed to do so, but it was a long trip through space and time. She knew it would not be a fair toll on her body. It had to be done though, the boy was showing care for her. It’s work so far was going well. Quickly and smoothly it spoke to her, “rest my child. I must go, you will awaken in the morning.” As the medics came and took her to the hospital bay of the compound, Fury and Stark examined the artifacts.

Bucky was kept as he was the witness, Steve promised him with updates on her. The men listened as he explained everything, including the vinyl he didn’t know she stole off her friend, apparently it was a rough cut of some popular album. It was terrifying, that she could do such things. He was wrong, she was capable of more than he thought.

#sorceress #witch #oc!female #Steve Rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #nick fury #stevie nicks #1960s #1970s #chris evans #sebastian stan #robert downey jr.#mcuedit #mcu #time travel #seven wonders #ahs coven #bury a friend

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theladylovingcrow · 4 years

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New Places, Friendly Faces (Sanny) Pt 1

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, you know the ones where person A's date is failing and person B comes and sits with them, sorry i forgot what its called but that, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for *weeks* to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: I don't know what inspired me to do this but I'm very very happy with how it's turning out (and I've never written a longer-ish multi chapter story before, so this is interesting!) I would hate for Danny to not know the Kiszkas growing up, but hey I think I made their first meeting pretty damn cute!

Also, just FYI this is set roughly in late January of whatever year, so the twins are supposed to be 20, Ronnie is 18 I think, Danny just turned 18, and Sam is 17 (I think I did all the math right but idk) HOWEVER it wasn't until I finished that I realized I absolutely did not make their appearances congruent with what they would have looked like then.... Sam and Danny look like 2018 ish but the twins also look like their high school selves :( Idk sorry

Also, because Sam is 17, this will not be posted on Rockfic and will be marked as underage, though I'm not planning for it to get dirty

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Danny had been taping his foot for the past fifteen minutes.

He usually didn't do that, it wasn't his nervous tick of non-choice, but Michelle hadn't showed up yet, and it was nearing eight.

Checking his watch, Danny watched the hand tick to 7:58 and then looked up, peering around the restaurant he was in.

Diner, he corrected himself. It was a homey, 1960's American diner, a little more exposed timbers and bear carvings than checkered tiles and jukeboxes, but that's what you got in Michigan. The building was low and sturdy, a log structure with a river rock chimney over the grills in back. Every single wall was decorated with various signed pictures of celebrities that had passed through, local newspaper articles about Gerald and Fern's Homestyle Grill, old handsaws, vintage pop signs, and a million other trinkets and posters chosen by the owners (Gerald and Fern, he assumed, though they'd probably passed on considering how old the place looked to be).

It was a nice restaurant, Danny thought; the atmosphere was welcoming and calm despite the occasional clamor from the kitchen, and the decor was very interesting to look at. Plus, the waitress that had directed him to a window booth and brought him some water was just gorgeous.

'Don't think that! You're on a date, idiot' Danny scolded himself, shaking his head. Well, he was technically waiting for the date to start, seeing as she hadn't showed up yet. But, he still shouldn't be admiring another girl like that when his wasn't there - that would just make him an asshole.

But maybe Michelle was a little bit of an asshole because she said she'd meet him at 7 o'clock and it was now 8:06- 'Stop. It.' Danny scolded himself again, mentally smacking himself upside the head.

'Didn't your mother ever tell you to assume the best of people?' One voice asked.

'Of course!' Another Danny answered.

'Well, then, she probably got stuck in traffic, or her dog threw up in her car, or she hit a bad pothole, or her mom made her go to the store, or-'

'Okay, I get it! She probably doesn't mean to be so late,' Danny conceded, concluding the conversation he was having with himself. Maybe the waitress was right and he had been sitting there by himself for a little too long.

Of course, being the nice girl she was, the waitress - Ronnie her name was Ronnie - had stopped by periodically whenever she had a minute to chat with him or finally bring him some coffee after he had given in to the craving.

Danny looked down at the small bouquet wilting on the table and sighed. Looked like this date was a bust, just like the few others he'd attempted, and he'd actually been very excited to see her. In fact, it was Michelle who had suggested this Gerald's Grill when he had shyly asked her out in Biology.

He had finally made up his mind to just stop wasting Ronnie's time and go home when a group of boys came trouping in, wet from the snow but in exuberant spirits and, apparently, "In great need of some refreshment, Ronnie dear!"

That made him want to pack up and get out even faster because, honestly, he didn't need any more knowing looks or judgement right now, but the last boy to walk in made him freeze with his coat halfway on.

The kid looked about Danny's age, roughly the same height but a whole lot skinnier. He had on skin tight jeans, scuffed hiking boots, and a red woolen coat. When he turned to talk to Ronnie, Danny could see the Tom Petty hoodie beneath the jacket and some silver necklaces.

'Nice,' he thought, 'seems like a cool guy: good taste in music and fashion.'

Also, 'Fucking gorgeous'.

What made him pause his leaving, though, wasnt the guy's body but his face - his sculpted brows, insanely high cheekbones, pink lips, and long lashes; all framed by the healthiest looking head of hair Danny had ever seen, second only to his own, or possibly one of the guy's he had come in with (the one who yelled for Ronnie) that had rather impressive, long curls styled to look like 70's mutton chops. There was something naggingly familiar about his features, but Danny couldn't place it.

Ronnie rolled her eyes and pointed the group of boys to a large table in the Eastern corner of the diner.

She snagged some menus and followed behind them, though another guy, this one also with long hair (he was having some competition here) grown out Justin Beiber style (okay, maybe not) said; "We don't need those, Ronnie, I'm pretty sure Sammy here has the whole menu memorized by now. Right, Sam-a-lam-a?"

The intruiging boy nodded, starting to recite off what sounded like a very accurate, detailed account of the diner's menu, prices and everything. Danny was surprised at the slight raspy, smokers quality of his voice, but it was pleasant, in a way.

After the fourth item or so, Ronnie stopped "Sammy" with a swat to the shoulder, shaking her heading and muttering "stupid genius" under her breath. He grinned up at her, wiggling his eyebrows and asking for a round of Vernors, pretty please, Ronnie-kins.

Holy shit, they were siblings! That's what had been buzzing at the back of his head for the past couple minutes; those mouths and cheekbones, seductive eyes, that lovely hair. The guy was Ronnie's brother (and no wonder he was so beautiful then).

Squinting, Danny watched the party in the corner. Two of the other guys, 70's hair and Justin Beiber (though he felt bad calling him that since he seemed cool and, hey, he'd had the same 'do when trying to grow his out) were laughing at something Ronnie said, leaning on each other and behaving the exact same way, down to their blinks.

Twins! Danny could tell because he had two cousins, also twins, that acted exactly like that. Wait, though.... they looked awfully similar to-

More siblings?! Jesus, how many kids did this family have? He hoped the four were all, for the sake of their parents.

He guessed that the twins were a little older, so either "Sammy" or Ronnie had to be the youngest, though they all looked awfully similar in age.

'Seriously, how do their parents handle that?' Especially with the attractive, flirty twins, beautiful daughter, and the super smart supermodel - it had to be several handfuls raising a house like that. Danny suddenly felt a bit more sympathy for his parents, even with just having to deal with him and his little sister.

Ronnie sashayed away, calling over her shoulder for the boys to keep it down. They all hooted and hollered in response, seeing as Danny was the only other patron to bother at the moment.

Danny slowly sat back down, curious as to what interesting conversations he would hear from the group. The twin with curly hair was currently talking to a larger guy on the other side of the table about the "carefully curated sensuality" of Led Zeppelin's Prescence, which alone made him want to stay.

Not to mention, he could continue to observe the hot guy that was immediately fascinating him like few people did. Danny wasn't deluded enough to think it was love at first sight - though it was definitely a fair amount of lust - but there was something about the other boy that made him want to track his every move down to the blinking of his eyes.

"Woah there, creepy much? Chill out, he probably doesn't even like guys anyways," Danny muttered to himself, hoping that his staring wasn't obvious enough to make "Sammy" aware of it. He loved to people watch - and admire, but hated the uncomfortable confrontation of acknowledging that he had been doing so.

Supermodel boy twisted in his chair, looking at one of the many things on the wall - though it made Danny's breath catch because, could he tell? - when he caught Danny's eye. He smiled at Danny, making him smile a little tightly and nod in return.

At that moment, Ronnie came out of the back with a platter of glass pop bottles and a notebook tucked into her apron pocket, using her hip to close the swinging half-door to the area behind the counter. She smiled at Danny as he passed, murmuring a soft "I'll be right back with you," before continuing on to her brothers' table.

Gorgeous boy laughed - a surprisingly obnoxious, though maybe endearing, braying one - and reached out a fine boned hand, plucking a bottle from the tray before she could set it down. He took a long swallow, throat visibly working and eyes half closed, head tipped back. Danny quickly averted his own eyes unless he started drooling onto the tabletop.

Ronnie came over to him after a minute, refilling his coffee and insisting that she get him a piece of pie, on the house. He didn't have the heart to tell her no, not after more than an hour of sitting there pitifully, and especially not now that he knew her gorgeous brothers (or at least one of them, the prettiest, too) knew he was there. It would be incredibly embarrassing for them to know that he was stood up and alone; Danny wanted to give off a good impression, for some reason.

Ronnie walked away again, hips swaying, and disappeared into the back. "Sammy" laughed at the table in the corner and Danny's eyes shot to him, watching how he played with his straw between those two pillowy lips.

He started sweating a little bit, considering who he thought was more attractive (not like either of them would be interested in him, but). Ronnie was curvy and kind and beautiful, but Sam was lean and charismatic and had the most lovely facial structure Danny had ever seen.

'Ugh, bisexual problems', Danny thought. No one else would have know what he was talking about if they were there, though, since he had never mentioned it to his parents nor his few friends.

He wondered, idly - because he really was out of their league and it would never, ever happen - what his family would think if he brought either of them home. Ronnie would be sure to elicit absolute delight from his mother after her admonishment for getting a girlfriend in the first place (despite the fact that he was allowed to do what he wanted now that he was 18, Danny's mom still saw him as her little boy). Ronnie's brother, he wasn't sure; it's not like they were homophobic, but Danny was certain that him bringing home a guy out of nowhere would be quite the shock.

They'd warm up to Sam (he didn't want to call him "Sammy"; it felt too familiar to he polite, though he did like that), he was sure. His parents would be impressed by his intelligence and be charmed by his jokes, and tell Danny that they were glad he had found such a nice boyfriend.

Danny drifted off into a daydream of what it would be like to date Sam, to take him to family holiday meals and go out hiking with him and cuddle up on a late winter afternoon like this one. He rested his head on his hand, letting his eyes go unfocused as he envisioned the imaginary world in which he had an 11/10 boyfriend.

"Hey, I've got your pie. Mind if I sit and eat mine with you?"

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1. Caught Dead with a Beretta

Fic Title: First Blood

Rating: E

Length: 1/33 chapters, ~128k

Tags: Slow Burn, Idiots to Lovers, Trans Character (gavin), Autistic / Asexual / Non-binary Character (nines), BDSM, learning to use good etiquette and safe words, Dom Nines / Sub Gavin, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

Chapter Tags: suicide, death / murder, verbal hazing

Link on AO3

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Gavin's sick of working suicides—they're depressing as hell and aren't going to do anything for his promotion. He's just got to the crime scene already wants to go home. It's fucking ass'o'clock in the morning, and he hasn't slept worth shit, so of course Nines texted to let him know about the scene the second he'd finally dozed off.

The elevator ride up to the two thousand square foot loft gives him enough time to get hit with shit, did I take my meds before I left home? Fuck. Maybe?

Goddammit. Maybe he should switch to those patches and gels instead of a weekly injection. Taking his T is the one thing he never, ever forgets, so if he switched to something he could do daily and took his meds for the BPD and ADHD at the same time …

The elevator doors ding open, ruining his train of thought. Nines is here already because he doesn't fucking sleep, apparently. That hot fuckboy he sucked off once—and the beat cop for this side of town—Brayden, is in there too, but Gavin's most recent bout of soul-crippling insomnia has actually worn him down too much to be horny.

Well, too much to put forth the effort for flirting, at least.

"—huh, Nine Thousand?" Brayden says as Gavin walks up.

Nines doesn't respond.

"He's RK nine hundred," Gavin says. "Not like the meme. Super disappointing."

Brayden grins. "Yeah, but I mean like, the movie."

"Nine thousand?"

Gavin frowns, trying to force his stupid idiot brain to think. All he can come up with is 300. Maybe it's a movie based off of that one book? The like, underwater … and submarines. Something-number thousand leagues under the sea? No fuck, that's not nine thousand.

"Two thousand," Brayden says. "And one."

Shit, is that the number of leagues or the title of the movie?

"Man, I am way too fucking tired." Gavin waves him off. "I'm not even into that film shit. I just like action movies."

Brayden heaves a deep sigh. "I've seen your file, Gavin. You're too smart to willingly lump yourself in with the uneducated masses."

"May we proceed with the crime scene, detective?" Nines asks before Gavin can reply.

Brayden flinches a little. The only reason Gavin doesn't get scared himself is because he's gotten used to Nines not breathing or moving—until he suddenly does. Makes people jumpy as shit to realize they forgot about the giant fucking android just standing there.

Not blinking. Or breathing.

"Go ahead," Brayden says with a sweep of his hand, like he didn't just jump half a foot.

"May we proceed with the crime scene, detective?" Nines asks instead of complying.

"Yeah, sure," Gavin grants permission.

Nines proceeds. Gavin tries to hold back a smirk. Brayden's the pretentious kind of asshole who loves explaining shit no one cares about, but he's pretty hot too, and Gavin's not quite ready to burn that bridge to Terra-dick-bia by pissing him off. No, that sounds terrible. The bridge to … mm, dick.

Damn, he's tired.

He follows after Nines, a little worried he might wander off in his sleep-deprived state and get lost in all this square footage of prime fucking real estate. Even saints would have to work to feel sorry for dead people as rich as this.

Finally, he stumbles into a section of the open floor plan that seems to function as the living room. There's a flat screen tv nearly as big as the wall it's mounted on, a coffee table made from a whole chunk of mahogany with a half-full tumbler, and a dead guy sitting in a chair with a gun in his hand and a hole in his head.

The TV still blares out the news, and the vic's own face flashes out at them.

"This the Ponzi scheme guy?" Gavin asks.

"Maverick Russell, age forty-seven." Nines shoves a finger inside the vic's mouth with no shame or preamble. "Blood alcohol level point-oh-nine-seven. The entry wound in his head appears to be consistent with a nine millimeter Beretta."

He takes a small packet out of his Cyberlife jacket pocket and somehow has the coordination to open it one-handed. Gavin wrinkles his nose at the antiseptic smell as Nines sanitizes both hands with the wipe, even though he only touched the vic with one finger. Then he lifts that same finger to the victim's head.

"Hey!" Gavin barks. "What have I told you about that shit?"

Nines stares back at him with that unblinking, lizard-eye look. He touches his finger to the entry wound but doesn't push it in. Just brushes it back and forth, which is somehow way freakier.

"The entry wound in his head is consistent with a nine millimeter Beretta," Nines says.

"Great."

Gavin walks a perimeter around the designated living room space. At first it's just to keep himself awake, but by the second circle, he's got one of those gut feelings. Something about this scene is off. Fuck if he can tell what though, 'cause the victim was drunk, watching his own demise on the news, and has a bullet in his head from the gun in his hand.

"You feel that?" He asks.

Nines cocks his head to the side. "The circulating air temperature is seventy--"

"No." Gavin huffs and starts on another circle. "Do you like … you feel what I’m feeling?"

"Your question is incomprehensible."

Gavin sighs and grinds the heels of his palms against his eyes. He bites back a comment about this being why androids can't make good cops. Fuck knows why he's bothering to be nice now. He just wants to get this shit done and go home.

When he opens his eyes, everything swirls with black spots in front of him. What's bugging him about this? The guy is dead, the gun is in his hand, the news says—

Gavin blinks the spots away and stands in front of the vic. Fake tan, but high enough quality that it'd look real if he didn't live in fucking Detroit. Decently fit, and the open kitchen on the other side of the room has one of those blenders that cost more than his car. The loft's decorated in masculine colors, all brown and navy and black leather.

"Go check out the kitchen," Gavin tells Nines. "Tell me what's in the fridge."

Nines does as he's told, but only after considering it. Gavin takes back the lizard comparisons. He's like a cat. One of those big jungle cats that's smart enough to eat the humans hunting them.

"Dannon Oikos triple blended greek nonfat yogurt, coffee, four pack, five-point-three ounce cups," Nines says. "Dannon Oikos trippled blended greek nonfat yogurt, peanut butter banana, four—"

Gavin rolls his eyes. "Just say yogurt. What else does he got?"

"Yogurt. Eggs. Milk. Sparkling water. Chicken breast. Mayonnaise. Sliced ham. Apples. Protein shakes." Nines opens the freezer. "Chicken breast. Chicken breast. Chicken breast. Chi—"

Gavin starts giggling. He can't help it. Nines turns around and glares at him, deliberately flashing his LED red for a second.

"OK, fuck off, it's late," he says. "I'm like, super tired. Just analyze that shit or whatever and tell me if his food matches any of the latest high protein fad diets."

"Yes," Nines replies so instantly Gavin wonders if he actually even looked it up at all. "The victim's food intake matches the Eight Step Enligh—"

Gavin waves him off. "Yeah, yeah. Cool. Does the bar have gin, vodka, and vermouth?"

Maverick Russell, definitely confirmed for one of those ultra-rich masculine gym types. Not like, an actual gym rat, just that generic rich person level of fitness achieved through liposuction, personal fitness trainers, and the latest fad diet.

"Yes, along with seven other distinct liqueurs." Nines finishes checking the bar and returns to the living room. "How is this information relevant, detective?"

"This drink and that gun don't match," Gavin says when Nines returns.

Nines cocks his head again. "Match."

"Yeah. I don't see any Bond memorabilia in here." Gavin takes another quick glance around, but the entertainment center doesn't display any vintage DVDs, and rich film buffs are not subtle about displaying their collections. "He ever purchased anything like that?"

Nines's LED spins yellow for about half a second this time before he replies. "No. There are no significant purchases of memorabilia relating to the James Bond books or movies present in Maverick Russell's finances."

"OK, then why the fuck does he have a Beretta?" Gavin asks.

Nines looks at the victim, and then back at him. "That is what he shot himself with."

"Yeah, but why," he stresses. "Would this guy—this self-obsessed, rich guy masc, desperate-to-be-cool motherfucker—have a Beretta?"

"It is the tool he used to complete suicide." Nines frowns. "Is there a reason he would not have a Beretta?"

"Because it's a ladies' handgun," Gavin says. "This guy's got three different TV remotes, a flat screen covering an entire wall, jesus, how old is that scotch?"

Nines sticks his finger in it, because of course he does. "One hundred and twenty-three years old, consistent with—"

"Shit, I would've thought this guy was trying too hard when I was twenty and desperate to be cis," Gavin mutters. "Look, I fucking promise you, this particular man literally wouldn't be caught dead with a Beretta—unless he's a James Bond fan. Even then … hey, Brayden!"

"His input is unnecessary, detective." Nines cleans his hands with another sanitary wipe. "If you would be more clear—"

His jaw shuts with a click as Brayden jogs over.

"Hey, you like the Bond movies?" Gavin asks.

Brayden heaves a tortured sigh. "I really prefer foreign movies, but for an American—"

"All right, sure. Would you ever kick it with a Beretta?"

Brayden bites the inside of his cheek, opens his mouth, then closes it with a frown as he thinks about it.

"What if you were like, a super fan?"

"Why?" Brayden glances around the loft with an interested look. "This guy have some collector's memorabilia?"

Gavin shakes his head. "Nah. But why else he's got a fucking Beretta?"

"Well that's not the drink for it," Brayden says immediately, then scoffs. "A scotch?"

"Yeah, and he had the shit to make a martini too."

"Weird. You thinking …" Brayden trails off, then winces. "Ah, shit. We uh, we got a guy a floor down. Said he heard the shot that, you know. But he said it was two bangs. And you know how shit witnesses are about getting anything right, and the TV was on and—"

"That's shit I need to know," Gavin snaps. "Doesn't matter how stupid you think it is, you're the first officer on the scene, you report every-fucking-thing to the responding detective."

"Yeah." Brayden clears his throat. "My bad."

Gavin lets it slide only because now he has something to go on. "Whatever. Check me on the precon for this, RK."

"Preconstruction running, detective."

"So we got two shots." Gavin backs up so he's approaching the living room from twenty feet away. "So we should have two guns. The perp, coming in here, gets shot 'cause the vic's only got the one entry wound, but—"

Nines touches the victim's hand, and then his cellphone buzzes.

The distribution of gunshot residue on Maverick Russell's right hand is not consistent with a Beretta. The gun he fired has a longer muzzle and larger caliber. My preliminary preconstruction matches it to a .500 S&W Magnum. The victim has four registered in his name.

Gavin closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose. Would it fucking kill him to send that in five separate texts like a normal person? Now he's going to look dumb as fuck staring at the screen for five minutes trying to read one paragraph.

OK, he’s got the fifty caliber Magnum, that's easy to read. Longer muzzle, larger caliber, right.

"So the vic has a fifty caliber Magnum instead of a dinky Beretta, makes a lot more sense."

Nines doesn't correct him, so that must have been the gist of the message.

"The perp gets shot—"

"Where's the blood though?" Brayden asks.

Gavin glares at him. "Can you let me fucking work?"

Shit, he's doing it again and this is why no one wants to work with him because they fuck up--everyone fucks up, he knows this, he fucking knows this--and then he just can't let it go but why the hell does Brayden think he's allowed to speak right now when—

He's not in trouble. He's not in trouble, it's just the loft, being in another rich empty room again. None of them are children and he's not in trouble.

His cellphone buzzes.

The floor has been scrubbed clean throughout the loft. I did not realize that was relevant information. I will give you full reports of my analysis moving forward.

That's not too bad to read, and concentrating on making the letters stay still actually helps him cool off a bit for once. Gives him something to look at other than Brayden's pretty, hurt face or the perfect fucking interior design that still feels like when he was thirteen and—

Gavin shoves those memories aside and starts typing out a reply.

just text me that shit

I'll prolly yell if u try telling me about the floors at every crime scene

"Am I dismissed then?" Brayden asks.

Gavin looks up from his phone and can't force out any sort of apology. He never can. And anyway, fuck him. If Brayden wants to get pissy about getting snapped at twice after a legitimate fuck up and interrupting a senior detective mid-sentence, then sure. He can fuck right off.

"Go get the maid," Gavin tells him.

"The … android?" Brayden asks.

"No, the roomba. Yes, the fucking android maid. Someone scrubbed the floors clean."

And the side table.

Gavin doesn't bother with texting back this time. "That where the blood splatter would have hit?"

"Yes, detective," Nines answers out loud.

Gavin turns back to Brayden. "So there's your answer. Get the maid, 'cause I doubt the perp stuck around himself to clean the entire two-thousand square foot floor."

Brayden hesitates.

"She's still here," Gavin asks. "Right, Officer Burton?"

Brayden gives a curt nod, but he breaks into a run as he leaves.

AP700 #480 913 876 is located in the foyer of the building, along with Officers Miller and Abrahamson. I have sent alerts to their cellphones that the AP model is needed for questioning.

Gavin starts to ask how Nines knows that but … isn't this what he was literally designed to do?

"She's not a suspect yet," he says instead. "So cool it, Terminator. And don't hack peoples' phones. That's what the officers have walkie talkies for."

Nines makes a face like Gavin just suggested they all start using smoke signals. He's not exactly the type to go all buddy-buddy on witnesses himself, but they're definitely not going to get anywhere with Nines scaring the thirium out of their one lead.

Gavin takes a moment to wallow in how much he hates this before he calls Hank. At least if he has to be up before dawn, so will that motherfucker.

"We do not need assistance from Lieutenant Anderson," Nines says, his expression souring even further. "Or my predecessor. I recognize that I did not meet the necessary level of efficiency when I neglected to—"

"Hey, this isn't a punishment," Gavin says, tilting the phone down away from his mouth. "I fucking hate Connor too, and when we have an android suspect, I get that's your thing. But right now we have an android witness, and that's his."

"Ahh, fuck," Hank's voice comes out of the phone. "Sun's not even fucking—goddammit, Reed."

"We will be at your location in twenty minutes, Detective Reed," Connor's voice says next.

Gavin stares out into space as what's left of his soul collapses in on itself at the confirmation that those two really are fucking. Not even just fucking, they're sleeping together. In bed, for literal sleep.

"Nines, tell them they're disgusting," Gavin orders. "You can put way more hate into it than me."

"Disgusting," Nines says with a sneer that would put Gavin's mother to shame.

Gavin hangs up before Hank can reply. "I know you lack the capacity and all that shit, but if it makes you not-feel any better, I bet you five bucks the perp's android."

"Based off of what evidence?" Nines asks.

"Took a bullet and kept going." Gavin steps back into place where the perp probably walked in. "He's got the Beretta, but it's just a gun to him. He grabs the vic's gun, maybe disarms him, maybe doesn't even have to after the first shot."

"The blood vessels on the victim's wrist have not been damaged." Nines starts cleaning his hands again even though he hasn't even touched anything this time. "Why would the human stop shooting?"

"TV's on, he's drinking, has a gun out already." Gavin shrugs. "Might have been a suicide interrupted by a murder. Might've fired the first shot just being scared, y'know, gut instinct."

Nines just looks at him.

"Or you don't know, whatever." Gavin rolls his eyes. "But once he realizes what's happening—maybe he couldn't pull the trigger himself, but now here's someone gonna do it for him. Maybe he just sits back down. That still work with your preconstruction?"

"Yes," Nines says. "Along with two thousand, one hundred and fifty-eight other scenarios."

"Whatever. And just like, for the record, don't ask Hank about how this suicidal shit works," Gavin tells him. "Hank might not care, but those are fighting words with Connor."

Nines doesn't move a single centimeter as he stares silently at him.

"And don't fucking fight with Connor, we don't have time for it. Anyway, if anyone gets to pick a fight at a murder scene, it's me. So." Gavin walks up to the chair with his hand pointed like a gun. "The perp gets him back down, shoots him in the side of the head, then switches the guns so the ballistics will match."

"He could have taken the victim's gun." Nines's LED spins a few yellow cycles. "It is registered in his name. The suicide would have looked more authentic."

"And that's why I'm thinking our guy's an android," Gavin replies. "Someone who hasn't ever seen a movie before in his whole life. Thinks a gun is a gun is a gun. I mean, you didn't know why the Beretta was weird, and if you made A Plan to kill a guy with this gun, would you switch it up in the middle?"

Nines's LED immediately hits blue, but it's that fake-blue that means he's really covering up a red. Gavin almost kind of … has a feeling about it?

But then the elevator doors open with Brayden and the android maid inside. Gavin's got a burned bridge, a possible eye witness, and an a murder to deal with. Worrying about his partner's not-feelings will have to wait.

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taste-in-music · 5 years

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Music Monday (8-12-19)

This past week was a one-two-sucker punch of brand new music. We’ve got lots to cover, so let’s not waste any more time.

New Releases

Charlie by Mallrat: Wanna bop but also feel hella melancholy while doing it? Then I’ve got the song for you! This song balances contemplative lyrics over sunny, snappy production, and it’s a great chill Summer jam. It looks like we’re going to get a new EP from Mallrat in the near future, and I can’t wait to see what she brings on it.

Season Of The Witch by Lana Del Rey: Is it Halloween already? Lana really brings on the spooky vibes with this cover track, a little something to tide us fans over until Norman Fucking Rockwell finally drops. It gives me Ultraviolence and Lust for Life vibes, I dig this a lot.

Black Sheep by Kailee Morgue: Kailee Morgue pivots down a more rock/electronic route with this new track, the instrumental is dappled with walls of distorted guitars, buzzy synths, and pulsing drums. Her vocals sound amazing here, flitting through the melody with ease. I’m here for all the dark pop songs we’ve been getting recently from acts like Morgue, Charlotte Lawrence, Hayley Kiyoko, and Lola Blanc, it feels like the music scene is gearing up for a witchy renaissance.

hand solo by Marika Hackman: An indie rock bop about... self love, let’s call it. With a solid plucked bass line, sharp and witty lyrics, and a breezy vocal delivery from Hackman, this song is a real pleasure.

I’m just going to do an album rundown now lmao, this past week was INSANE for album releases.

The new Regrettes album How Do You Love? is a lot of fun! It takes the riot grrrl rock attitude of their last album and mixes in a healthy dose of head-over-heels-in-love pop enthusiasm. “I Dare You” is still my favorite song on the album by far, and my only complaint is that “Coloring Book” sucks up some momentum from the album, (I think it might have benefited from a later placement,) but the album has no trouble picking up speed again. Overall it’ll make you want to dance around your bedroom while singing into a hairbrush.

Now, Now Yet by half•alive is a quirky little indie album with some grooving tunes. “still feel.” still shines months after its initial release, being one of the stickiest and most infectious tracks this album has to offer. Another favorite of mine is “ice cold.” with Kimbra, which is a laid-back tune with some bouncy pianos and vocals on Kimbra’s part. Fans of acts like Declan McKenna, Wallows, and Twenty One Pilots will probably dig this, so check it out!

i,i by Bon Iver is here, so it’s officially Autumn now, I’m sorry, that’s just how it works. I listened to this album so many times this past weekend, and I got swept up in the atmosphere of it every time, especially with the song “Faith.” I don’t know what it is I like so much about this album, half the time I can’t even make out what Justin Vernon is saying but he still manages to speak directly to my soul.

Other Favorites

Crying All the Time by Alexandra Savior: I found out about this song through a request on my lyric edit blog, (@taste-in-lyrics, shameless self plug,) and now I’ve got Alexandra Savior’s debut, Belladonna of Sadness on my to-listen-to list. I love her vintage, old-school femme fatale rock vibe, it’s like Ultraviolence era Lana meets Amy Winehouse. Thanks @xxkatarzyna for turning me on to this artist!

A Little Bit by Dusky Grey: Dusky Grey are a super underrated pop duo that have so many danceable tracks that I’ve lost count. This is one of my favorites, and I added to my Summer playlist as soon as the chorus hit. Those watery synths are just so fun and summery, the vocals are great, (especially from Catrin Hopkins,) and this song is overall a giant bop.

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If you’re up for some gorgeous pirate-themed visuals, check out this new music video from Caroline Polachek for her song “Ocean of Tears." This is absolutely stunning. Someone gifset this and tag me when you do now.

Check out last week’s Music Monday.

Be sure to look at my personal Spotify playlist and Summer 2019 playlist for more new releases and other great songs.

#new music #music recommendation #mallrat #lana del rey #kailee morgue #marika hackman #the regrettes #half•alive #bon iver #alexandra savior #dusky grey #caroline polachek #taste in music #taste in music monday

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Waiting for Superman

Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Word Count ~3.7k

Summary: If life was a movie... or in which you are living in your own little superhero fantasy dreaming of the perfect cinematic kiss scene

Tags: hero au?, without any of the action though cause I suck at writing that, hero!reader, paperboy!hyunjin, fluff, strangers to lovers, yet another scene on a rooftop, listen to Daughtry's Waiting for Superman

You lean back against the wall of the building. Well, lean back is maybe too soft of a word to describe it accurately. Actually, you more or less crash with your back against the rough brick whole, your shaking legs almost not able to support you anymore. There is a sharp pain in your side that you don't dare to check the source of just yet. That guy really got you got. Maybe actually hit you with his knife. No stabbing though. Just a cut. But you don't even dare to see how deep it goes. You really need to stop trying to be more heroic than you can be. It's stupid. You've never seen yourself as much of a superhero. You are just a little stronger than the average person. A little faster. A little more daring. But in the end, you are just an above-average person in a fancy costume that may come with some nice tools and weapons but in the end, doesn't do much to protect you when you go up against too much. And one slightly above average person is still not a lot when faced with a whole group of average criminals.

You almost choke on the air in a desperate attempt to suck some into your lungs. Heaving loudly while your legs begin to give in underneath you and you slide down the wall. The bumpy uneven surface scratches along your back in an uncomfortable way but you just barely register it. You rip the mask of your face desperately in the hopes that it will make breathing a little easier. And then you hear it. A loud clattering. Slightly metallic clank. The bell of an old bicycle. You whip your head around so fast that you see stars for a second. So maybe it's the blur in your vision and the light hitting him just right that makes the boy staring at you with wide eyes look so angelic. And maybe he's just that beautiful. He has hazel eyes that are wide open in surprise, full lips that fall open into a silent gasp, the long limbs and slender frame of someone who could be in editorial fashion magazine shots. He's just missing the extravagant clothing. Instead, he's dressed in simple blue shorts that just barely reach his knee, a white shirt and a tattered looking cord jacket. His black locks are tamed by the vintage-looking newsboy cap he's wearing. Instinctively you clutch your mask a little tighter. But it's too late. He has already seen your face. He has seen you. Probably already identified the costume as well and put two and two together. Months of living your secret double life. Months of hiding your identity. And it all ends in this moment. You had hoped for it to be more cinematic. A huge fight, the villain has you almost defeated, he grabs you by the throat and lifts you before he rips off your mask and tosses you aside. He holds it up victoriously but what he doesn't see is how you will yourself to stand up again. On trembling legs, you walk up to him from behind and deal the final blow with all that you have left. Almost collapsing you turn your face to the frightened audience that followed the fight. You raise your fist victoriously and they cheer for you. And they recognise you for who you really are. Not a hero but just one of them. Maybe you do have a bit of an overactive fantasy. But you certainly didn't expect for a paperboy stumbling over you in a small side street to be the one to uncover your secret identity.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", the boy begins rambling nervously. He's looking away from you again and instead focuses his full attention on the old looking yellow bicycle that's lying on the ground next to him. Probably the source of the noise earlier. He picks it up so hastily that he almost drops it again and he fiddles around with the stand for way too long before he finally goes to check on the stack of rolled-up newspapers he's transporting on the rack. They are tied together securely with a thread and except for the bit of dust some of them got on them now they look fine. Finally, he turns his attention back to you and you only now realise that you could have probably used that time to escape. Instead, you are still sitting on the ground. In full costume minus the mask and with your left side painfully throbbing.

"You are hurt", the boy states in a very matter of fact voice and you almost laugh a little but your chest contracts painfully so instead the amused huff turns into a strangled sob.

"I guess you could say that", you reply weakly. The boy leans his bike against the wall before he hesitantly approaches you.

"Do you need help?", he asks and this time you actually manage a small chuckle. But you stop quickly when it sends a jolt of pain through your entire body. You clutch your side and immediately feel something wet coating your fingertips. So much for the super protective material that's sure to keep you safe from most attacks.

"Usually I'm the one people come to when they need help and not the other way around."

The boy actually chuckles a little at your remark before he tilts his head to the side and worry replaces the slight hint of amusement again. You liked him better with a smile on his face.

"No but honestly, do you need me to call an ambulance or something? That looks pretty serious and I wouldn't want for my favourite hero to die in the ditch when I could have done something to prevent it."

You flinch slightly at the mention of the word hero. So he does recognize you. And he probably already has your face memories. You wonder if in a few days time he will no longer just be the boy selling the newspaper at street corners but the one selling the information that makes the headline. Then again if he was really out to expose you he could have probably already snapped a couple of pictures or something. But that doesn't mean you just trust him like that. You are still wary of the whole situation, knowing very well that things could go south any second.

"I'll be okay", you explain. To underline your point you get up again with the intention of confidently showing off that you can easily walk yourself to the next hospital if you even want to go to one at all. But instead you sway on your legs and black dots are dancing on the borders of your vision. The boy catches your elbow before you can topple over again.

"Please, let me help you. I swear, I really just want to help. If you won't let me get you to a hospital at least let me take care of that wound. I live around the block. We can get there in five minutes and I know my way around the backroads so I can make sure no one sees us. Please, just let me help", he pleads with you and you consider your options. You really don't want to go with a stranger that you just met. Especially when you are in such a vulnerable state. But what other option do you really have? You can barely walk by yourself. So, in the end, you just weakly nod. And he gives you the brightest smile.

A few moments later you find yourself on the back of his bike – he took the stack of newspapers and threw them in the basket attached to his handlebar – with your arms wrapped around the boy's side to hold onto him tightly while he is navigating you threw small backroads. And you don't even know his name yet.

He introduces himself as Hwang Hyunjin later. In the middle of carefully cleaning the cut on your side and joking around with you as if he's known you for ages. It's easy to be comfortable around Hyunjin. Almost too easy. Eventually, he brings up the hero topic as well but you brush him off and say that right now you are just an ordinary person. What you don't say is that in that very moment he feels so much more like someone with superpowers. Because he has the kinds of skills you never had but always wanted to have. Hyunjin can make people laugh, make them trust him with nothing but a goofy smile, make them feel comfortable within moments of meeting him. And it seems to come as naturally to him as breathing does. He just gives you one look and you are in love for a second. But you are wary around these feelings. If Hyunjin and you were both just ordinary people meeting by chance you would probably be head over heels for him already. So you have to remind yourself again and again that romance means vulnerability. Because if all the superhero movies that warped your perception have taught you one thing it's that eventually some villain will figure out the identity of your partner and use them to threaten you. The good old save the one you love or save all of them scenario. And the heroes in the movies always manage to do both. But you are not like them. You have no actual superpowers. You can't fly. So romance only means danger. For you and for the other person.

And yet you leave about half an hour later wearing one of Hyunjin's oversized jumpers because the shirt you were wearing underneath your costume also got soaked up. And even though he insisted that he doesn't need it back because it's old and he doesn't wear it anymore part of you wishes to give it back to him just so you have an excuse to see him again.

You actually end up meeting Hyunjin again sooner than you thought you would. It's a normal day, you are strolling through the city minding your own business when a boy selling newspapers at the side of the road suddenly catches your attention. And you catch his. He recognises you before you could even have a chance to duck and walk away and starts waving energetically. A couple of people that pass by throw curious glances at him and then you while you stand frozen in shock in the middle of the road. Finally, you hurry over and grab his arm before he can start yelling your name at the top of his lungs or something like that.

"Hey there, it's so nice to see you again", Hyunjin chirps as if you have been friends for ages and just happened to run into each other. Even though your heart is still racing you immediately relax and let go of his arm again.

"Can you please stay quiet? I don't want that much attention", you hiss under your breath. Hyunjin looks back at you with confusion painted all over his face, head tilted slightly to the side.

"Why though? It's not like anyone really knows who you are. Right now we're just two people talking in the middle of the city, I don't think anyone even cares", he explains. To underline his point he gestures around at the people walking by. Most of them have their head lowered to stare down on their phone and only a few ever bother looking up. Some of them look in your direction while walking by, but they don't look back, don't turn their head to stare. You're invisible to them. Might be just another hidden superpower. That one would at least actually make you feel a little more like a real superhero. You are about to reply something when suddenly there is a commotion somewhere further down the road. Your head whips around on instinct to assess the situation and Hyunjin follows your gaze with his eyes. Smoke is pouring out of a building maybe a few blocks down. Your whole body is itching to run into the next side street to change into your costume and play the hero. See if there is anyone you can help. Anything you can do.

"Need a ride?", Hyunjin offers suddenly. You turn your head back to find him grinning at you while pointing to his old yellow bicycle. You consider your options for a moment only to come to the conclusion that even if you are slightly faster than the average person you probably still couldn't outrun a bike. Well, maybe you could if you tried but there are more useful things to save your powers for.

"Sure, just give me a second to change", you announce before you storm off into the nearest side road. Maybe changing into your costume within just a few seconds is actually one of the most impressive of your abilities. And when you step out onto the main street again Hyunjin is waiting for you on his bike, gently petting the rack for you.

That kind of becomes a thing somehow. You are not sure how or why it keeps happening but somehow more often than not Hyunjin is always close by when you need to get from a to be quickly and he always has his bicycle with him. Almost as if he is a psychic. Or just really lucky. But you find yourself with your arms wrapped around him from behind while he is pedalling you two through the busy roads of the city again and again. Eventually, you even make him a little mask as a joke. Declare him the Robin to your Batman. Because if you were any superhero you'd probably be Batman. Nothing special, just an ordinary guy with lots of cool tools. You can't deflect bullets, you can't fly. You are just above average at everything and determined to put that to use for good. Either way, so maybe you kind of make Hyunjin your unofficial sidekick. But you also make him your friend.

Because with how often you are suddenly stumbling into him everywhere you also ever so often meet him when you don't have to suddenly go somewhere to save someone or fight some bad guys. And maybe sometimes – after successfully asking for his number – you just call him up to hang out with you with no good excuse other than wanting to see him. And he always agrees with no other excuse than wanting to see you as well to give you a ride around town on the back of his old bike to take you to small fast-food restaurants and hidden coffee shops.

The moment you decide that you actually like Hyunjin is a surprisingly mundane one. He is sitting across from you in a coffee shop awkwardly holding his phone at every possible angle to get a good picture of the latte art. When he finally looks up at you with a sheepish smile your heart skips a beat. And if this were a movie everything would slow down, there would be a spotlight on him to frame him in a halo of light while a ballad starts playing in the background. But it isn't. So everything continues at normal speed. The ambient sounds of reality are a mix of chatting and the clattering of cups and plates. Somewhere in the background, a waiter drops an empty mug and softy curses before he goes to pick up the shards. No halo of light, no background music. Just Hyunjin looking and being absolutely adorable. And even though the scene is not the least bit cinematic you wouldn't mind watching it over and over again.

You end up on a roof at night somehow. You wish you could say that you were the one that got Hyunjin up here. That you flew with him. Because that would clearly make this the big romantic scene you always wanted to have in the movie of your life. Maybe you really need to spend less time watching action movies on Netflix. But it's even more tempting now that you have someone to snuggle up and watch them together with. Maybe you should at least stop comparing your life to them though. Because real life somehow never really comes anywhere close to the big dramatic scenes that make you tear up while watching them. Because you got onto this roof in the least dramatic way possible. Hyunjin unlocked a door for you. It's the roof of the apartment complex where he lives. And it's not even a really scenic roof. There is some laundry fluttering about on strings of wire, some sheets that other residents must have hung up and maybe forgotten about. And there are no stars to be seen because the lights of the city below are so much brighter than them. But at least it's still warm outside and Hyunjin is right beside you so who really cares about the atmosphere or aesthetics of the roof.

"It's nice up here", you comment while making yourself comfortable on the small blanket you brought up here to have something to sit on. Hyunjin sits down across from you and smiles at you.

"Do you really mean that or are you just saying that to be nice?", he asks. The question surprises you a little and maybe he can read it on your face – or in your mind even – because he spreads out his arms to gesture around while he explains: "I mean, it's nothing special at all. I wish I could take you to a nicer place. With some actual stars."

"I have an actual star right in front of me", you joke. Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you and you poke out your tongue in return. For a moment you both pull faces at each other until Hyunjin's expression suddenly becomes serious again.

"But seriously though, you are so special, I wish I could take you some place really nice and just stare at the stars with you or something cheesy like that."

You laugh a little but when Hyunjin's expression doesn't change you tilt your head to the side to just look at him very closely before you slowly shake your head.

"I'm actually not that special at all, just a random person in a fancy suit trying to be something more than who they are", you explain. It sounds sad. A lot sadder than you actually intend for it to be. You just mean to state things as they are. And the fact is that you actually don't have any cool flashy superpowers or anything like that. But Hyunjin seems to be upset by your words, he's shaking his head vigorously.

"That's not what I meant", he says. "It's not about the whole superhero stuff. Don't you see that it's not just the whole putting on a suit and saving people thing that makes you so amazing? I mean, that too, but there is so much more to you. The person you are without the costume. The person you are right now. That's the person who I really like."

You decide to skip over the last part even though your heart is equally skipping a beat when Hyunjin says that he likes you. He's said it before. Several times actually. He's said it when picking you up with his bike, he said it while joking around with you over coffee and he said it before dropping you off. And you've said it back just as many times. You've whispered it to yourself while wrapping your arms around him from behind and holding on tight when he slams his feet down onto the pedals and you mutter it under your breath every time you have to leave him. But neither of you ever address it or question how exactly you mean it. So you also don't address it right now. Instead, you are determined to make Hyunjin blush just as hard as you can feel your own cheeks heating up right now.

"You are really amazing too, you know. Sometimes I think you are the real hero here. You are good at so many things and you are always working so hard to become even better at them. But most importantly you are good at being nice and somehow you just always happen to be right there when I need you. Not gonna lie, for a while, I even thought you were psychic. Or stalking me."

Hyunjin laughs before he runs a hand through his dark hair. It's gotten quite long but you actually think that it suits him really well this way. Then again, any hairstyle would probably look good on him. And if this were a movie right now he would turn to look at you, some distant like reflecting in his eyes like stars sparkling in the surface of a lake. And he would look at you for a moment before he leans over to kiss you and it would be perfect. But life isn't a movie so you two just sit there, hands put down on the blanket next to each other just a little bit shy of your fingers brushing. And maybe you really have spent too much time dreaming up your perfect cinematic scenarios to see what you have for what it is. Because you've been chasing dreams the same way you've been chasing burglars around the blog. And this whole superhero fantasy is just another try at making life a little more exciting but it was never really enough. It never felt real. But Hyunjin is real. And he is right here beside you. And maybe this isn't a movie but that doesn't have to mind that you can't go and write your own script either way. You softly place your hand on Hyunjin's and when he looks up in surprise there are no lights sparkling in his pretty eyes. But that doesn't matter. You could still stare at them for hours. And maybe it's not the most cinematic scene ever. But if life was a movie then this wouldn't end without a kiss. So you won't let that happen.

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #scenario #requested #ooof

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