#> and soldiers don't go to hell . rbs

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> intro post !

basic rules

no nsfw. lightly suggestive/light flirting is okay, but don't push anything onto the soldiers ^_^.

don't overdo your act– sure, you can be a dick ic, but don't go overboard/act as such ooc.

don't play/act out the soldiers on my behalf..i can play them myself. i don't need you dictating their actions.

don't resend asks. either we get to it, or we don't – if you just didn't remember, then it's fine. if you send an ask over three times i can guarantee it won't be answered.

don't vent to us– we won't respond, and you'll be blocked. go talk to someone you trust rather than an ask blog on tumblr.

feel free to dm us if you have any questions about the blog, soldiers, or misconceptions. we don't bite ^_^

blog info

THIS IS A FORSAKEN VERS ! ! ! although yes, there will be HEAVY mentions of dream game, it's forsaken centric.

whoever's name is on the askbox will be who's answering the questions. although, you can ask for someone specifically.

there's well over fifty soldiers in their division, but these are the main few answering.

maf/ettore might make a small appearance in asks every now and then, although, please keep that to his blog specifically ( @m4fios0 . )

contractee is in his early twenties, debt collector is ageless, consigliere is in his late twenties, mugger is in its mid-twenties twenties, and soldier is in his mid-twenties

whoever's answering will get updated every day ^_^

mod / character info under cut

mod info

we are ! bodily a minor ! please keep that in mind.

mods a system – expect inconsistent replies/answers 😓.

we use it/he collectively ! if sending an ooc ask/wanting to address us , just mod or marshall/battery is okay.

heeaavily sex repulsed. please don't bring anything of the topic up.

> character info ! ! !

debt collector / antoine

goes by he/any !

he's a florian disguised as a robloxian ^_^. they initially thought that the mafia was his assigned tribe and , nobody really told him to leave since he was a good killer ? after awhile he ended up adapting the look of everyone else around him to blend in better !

get too close and he WILL bite you /lh

consigliere / maverick

goes by she/they/he !

he's bunnyfolk – he knew ettore prior to joining the mafia, figuring it was a nice job opportunity. plus, it's not like he had anything else worthwhile.

contractee / lucian

goes by he/they/she

genuinely just a normal robloxian... he was in a bit of debt and chose to work it off rather than pay loll. he ended up staying after working off the debt,.

soldier / ace

goes by he/her (he preferred)

psycharpax ! he covers the can with the ushanka she normally wears. he doesn't remember how he got into the mafia very well.

mugger / steel

uses they/he/she (mirror pronouns)

its , well , mugger . he just sort of ended up in the mafia like spade had. he's just sorta there LMAO

things given to them:

hello kitty watch, roll of bubblegum tape

^ not counting flowers .

anons taken:

🐰💌 , 🍔👾 , clone , 🌧️ / Storm anon , 👁️🫀👁️ , sundowner , 🍕

muggers death count: 1

will add a reference later ^_^.

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> [ it fixed the leaf to be more centered so it wouldn't fall. ]

; “ thhank you ! you get . uh . paperclip? ”

> [ it was the first thing he pulled out of his pocket, handing it to apollo. ]

> [ @hell--excluded . 💰 / mugger ;; ]

; “ hheey. nice goggles you got there. ”

huhOH HI HELLO you're my friend's friend !!!!!! ah uh uh!!!! thank !!!you!!! leaf, on your head

[emluvsevermore]

Him (40’s stucky)

{ rb is great, but do not repost somewhere else without credit to me. do not steal my work }

originally posted on Wattpad. you can find my whole collection of stucky one-shots there. username is @/thatenbywitch107

wc: 1,437

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"I'll be back," Bucky said, ruffling Steve's hair. "Don't worry."

"Bucky, it's war. I have a right to worry."

The newly drafted soldier tried to fake a smile, but his boyfriend saw right through it. Luckily, he had the perfect thing to cheer him up.

Steve pulled a small metal object out of his pocket. He held it out to Bucky, who took it.

"What's this?" he said, inspecting it. It was a seemingly blank dog tag, save for three symbols pressed into the metal: S + B.

"Do you like it? I figured a picture of me would be too risky, and this way, you can make up any girls name that starts with S—,"

He was cut off by Bucky crushing him in a hug. Steve tried to hold the tears back but gave up when he heard Bucky sniffling. They held each other as they broke down. Bucky pressed his nose into Steve's hair, eyes squeezed shut. He hated crying, but it was an almost inevitable action. In a few minutes, he would be leaving the best part of his life behind to fend for himself in a city full of danger and disease. Meanwhile, he would be off fighting in a war that he didn't actually want to fight, with a slim chance of returning.

"Bucky... you need to go."

He shook his head profusely. "No..."

"Buck," Steve's voice cracked. "I'll be okay."

The brunette shook with emotion, but slowly pulled out of the embrace. He tucked the tag into his front pocket before turning back to Steve. He held his face in his hands. The couple shared a kiss mixed with salty tears.

Bucky pulled away only slightly, so that their lips still brushed when he spoke. "I love you, Stevie."

"I love you, too, Bucky."

///

He tucked behind a tree. Knowing his chances of survival were close to none, Bucky pulled out the dog tags that were tucked beneath his uniform. He ran his fingers over the extra tag on the chain, feeling the gentle bumps of the 'S + B'.

A bullet flew by, mere inches from Bucky's ear. He aimed his gun, but another soldier in his unit put a hand on his arm and shook his head.

"It's not worth it, Barnes. We're surrounded."

Hesitantly, Bucky lowered his gun to the ground. He held up his hands in surrender, as did the remaining soldiers of the 107th.

///

He was tossed into a dark, muddy cell with several of his comrades.

"We'll get out of here, men. Don't worry," Bucky said, trying his best to be a leader. He clutched the dog tags in his hand.

Yet months went by, and one by one, the men were dragged off. They never returned. Bucky spent his time reading and re-reading the words and numbers on his tags, spending extra time on the one from Steve.

This went on until one day, a German soldier approached the cell. He looked around until he landed on Bucky. He pointed. "You. Up."

///

When Bucky awoke, he was cold and in pain. He tried to sit up, but a strap over his chest and arms pinned him down.

Looking around him, he found that he was in a lab room of some sort. It was dark, so he couldn't make out much, but he seemed to be alone. That didn't last long.

A door clanged open, and three men walked in. Bucky didn't recognize any of them. They spoke amongst each other in German, before one walked up to the table that Bucky laid on. He was a rather short, middle-aged man, with round glasses.

"Trial number 310," he spoke in a thick accent, reading off of a clipboard. "James Buchanan Barnes, 26. Good history of health. Let's hope this one works."

He squinted when a bright lamp above the table was switched on. Before he could realize what was happening, a needle was pressed into his foremen. Within two minutes, he was passed out.

Apparently, "this one" did work, because Bucky remained on that table for another two weeks. At various points in the day, he was poked, prodded, and injected. They didn't always put him under for the tests. When those times came, Bucky forced himself to remember, despite the hunger and pain eating away at him. He ran through what he had memorized; his ID numbers, his full name, his station. Most importantly, he remembered Steve.

Steven Grant Rogers. 25, born and raised in Brooklyn. The best damn artist I've ever known. My boyfriend.

Steven Rogers. Brooklyn. Artist. Boyfriend.

Steve. Artist. Boyfriend.

Steve. Boyfriend.

Steve.

Steve?

///

He mumbled the codes. He had long since forgotten what they meant, but he knew they were important.

S. That one letter rang out in his mind, but he didn't know why.

The metal door swung open once again.

No. No, not again, he thought. One more round and I'll forget him completely. S- Steph? Sam?

But his confusion shifted when he saw the man that approached the table this time. He was different, but familiar.

That's not him, is it? No, it can't be—

"Bucky?"

Oh, shit, it's him.

"S- Steve? Steve."

The blond undid the straps and helped Bucky off the table. He took in his boyfriend, although he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

Steve spoke first. "I thought you were dead."

"I thought you were smaller."

The world was at war around them, but the reunited couple stood there, smiling like twitterpated idiots.

"Steve," Bucky cried as he collapsed into his boyfriend's impressive biceps. What the hell happened to the skinny kid he had left behind?

"I've got you, Buck. I'm here." Steve pressed a kiss to Bucky's forehead. "Can you walk?"

"Um—,"

Steve scooped him up anyways. "We need to go."

He ran out of the room with his exhausted boyfriend in his arms. Bucky rested his head against Steve's chest.

"I missed you, Stevie."

Steve glanced down, his expression warm and full of emotion. "I missed you, too, Bucky."

He kissed his forehead once more before continuing at full speed out of the building, and back into the battle.

///

*One week later*

Side by side, they walked into the base. There was applause was the other soldiers realized what was going on.

Agent Carter and Colonel Phillips approached them. As Steve filled them in, Bucky glanced around. Something about the cheering bothered Bucky. None of these men gave a damn about Steve before he got all big and strong. And then all of the sudden, he was a celebrity.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Let's hear it for Captain America!"

And there it was, even louder this time. This support was for Captain America, not Steve Rogers.

Bucky stepped forward so that he was right next to Steve. He took his hand, causing Steve to turn his attention back to him. They shared an affectionate smile.

///

Later that day, Steve and Bucky were alone in a private cabin. Steve had explained their relationship to Peggy and she had sorted it all out.

They sat on the couch in their favorite cuddling position, with one straddling the other, arms wrapped around each other. Except this time, their usual roles were swapped. For one, Bucky was now smaller than Steve, so it made more sense. Two, Bucky needed a little extra comfort. It had only been a week since he got out of the torturous room.

So, Bucky sat on Steve's lap with his face nestled in his neck. They were both exhausted, so Bucky simply placed slow, lazy kisses on Steve's soft skin. In return, Steve traced his fingers up and down Bucky's back.

"How are you feeling, doll?" Steve asked.

"Like I just came back from hell." They were quiet for a moment. "Steve?"

"Mhm?"

"I just want you to know, that you're the most important person in my life. I don't think I would've survived back there if I didn't have thoughts of you keeping me alive. You're a hero to the whole country now. I don't know exactly what this means for us, but I do know that... that even before, when you were skinny little Steve... you were my hero. I don't think I tell you often enough how much I appreciate you."

Steve hugged Bucky even tighter. "I won't let anything happen to you again, or to us. I'm with you till the end of the line."

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💰 ;; “ ettore . ettore i will steal your fucking outfit again if you do . ”

Tough guys wear PINK

🐇 ;; “ that they do. hah – maybe i should get some of the soldiers to wear pink. ”

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> [ he stole his suit. how did he manage to get it that quickly? god knows. ]

> [ 💰 ; mugger . @hell--excluded ]

; “ YOU. reporter. hi. what's the weather. vverrry essential question, ”

[ mugger walked up tentatively. ]

~[ Reporter looked up quickly, before looking at mugger again. ]~ From what I see, it's quite sunny!

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> [ she eyed 1x1x1x1 suspiciously, leaning onto the pillar for support. ]

; “ in the nicest way possible , why would you care about me being safe to move ? ”

[ he covered the bugged hand with their coat. it probably wasn't a good idea to have it out, anyways. ]

1x1x1x1 had peeked around, looking at mugger. they looked at her, their swords were stabbed into the ground as they sat down near where he was planted.

he didn't say anything. he didn't move closer, keeping a comfortable distance from the other. it didn't try to comfort.

(haiiaiai waves at you couldn't find the post I wanted to rb so)

> [ he looked up at the sound – are you fucking kidding . another killer . already ?

ok , ok , this was fine . she could , use their hand as a weapon . he stood up, stabilizing himself . he couldn't be seen as vulnerable . not now . ]

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> [ fuck. there goes that plan. he turns around and faces him, ]

: “ hhi. ”

> [ her words were strained, not entirely up for conversation. he raised their hand up, returning a wave. ]

In the distance there were footsteps, and a static-y kind of sound. It didn't sound like anyone you knew. Then a distorted and loud yell and a thud following suit.

Out from the bushes(?) fell a boy, looked to be at least 20? 20ish?? Maybe a bit older.

"Gr4d13n7 1f 7h1z 1s 1 0f y0ur3 7r1ckz 4g41n." It sounded frustrated. The pink that was on your arm came from the kids nose. They sneezed and it got on some of the grass in front of him. "6UuUuh66hh"

- @infections-computer, I've put him in pressure. Now you deal with him. //

> [ he stands back up with the support of the tree . god , being seen as this would be a horrible first impression – maybe they could walk off before being noticed. ]

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; “ ggootcha?? bye?? ”

MUGGER MUGGER WAIT THATS NOT SAFE PLEASE PLEASE THE BATTERY IN THE GENERATOR IS LEAKING CAUSE I TOOK A BITE OUT OF IT PLEASE BE CAREFUL

~ clone anon

💰 ;; “ are . are you fucking with me . WHY . ”

> [ xe dropped the generator. ]

“ i mean?? appreciated?? ”

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> [ can't stop running. he can't get caught again - especially not at the hands of this thing.

fuck .

suddenly pulled backwards, he kicks at the arm of the killer . it can't die – it won't die . it was horrible to respawn . he'd rather die permanently . ]

. . .

*suddenly, one randomly selected unlucky fella just appears here in this place.*

...

*That THING just stands in the far, far distance, it's massive.*

> [ y'know. there are some things that mugger , in fact , does not want to take from.

it BOLTED in the opposite direction. nope. not doing this, actually. ]

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; “ NO! ”

> [ she ran off, generator in his arms. ]

i mean i

*a generator falls out of my pocket with a big ol bite mark in it*

oh my when did that get in there

~ clone anon

💰 ;; “ fuck it, ”

> [ they hoisted up the generator, holding it under his arm. ]

“ mine now. ”

[hell--excluded]

; “ not anymore, ”

> [ it tucked the goggles into their coat. ]

> [ @hell--excluded . 💰 / mugger ;; ]

; “ hheey. nice goggles you got there. ”

huhOH HI HELLO you're my friend's friend !!!!!! ah uh uh!!!! thank !!!you!!! leaf, on your head

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> [ nope – nope , nope , nope .

it clung onto one of the fingers, wrapping his arms around it. goooodd it didn't want to look down. ]

. . .

*suddenly, one randomly selected unlucky fella just appears here in this place.*

...

*That THING just stands in the far, far distance, it's massive.*

> [ y'know. there are some things that mugger , in fact , does not want to take from.

it BOLTED in the opposite direction. nope. not doing this, actually. ]

[hell--excluded]

> [ he winced as hit – uncalled for. ]

; “ how about , i don't , ”

> [ mugger turned and walked off. ]

> [ 💰 ; mugger . @hell--excluded ]

; “ YOU. reporter. hi. what's the weather. vverrry essential question, ”

[ mugger walked up tentatively. ]

~[ Reporter looked up quickly, before looking at mugger again. ]~ From what I see, it's quite sunny!

[hell--excluded]

> [ nope. no. not doing this. ffuuck sitting on post.

mugger propelled itself forward – what good would it be to be quiet if its presence was already known? ]

. . .

*suddenly, one randomly selected unlucky fella just appears here in this place.*

...

*That THING just stands in the far, far distance, it's massive.*

> [ y'know. there are some things that mugger , in fact , does not want to take from.

it BOLTED in the opposite direction. nope. not doing this, actually. ]

[hell--excluded]

– “ HELLO ? ? ”

> [ he pulled out his crowbar, swinging at the drone, hitting it away from herself. ]

> [ 💰 ; mugger . @hell--excluded ]

; “ YOU. reporter. hi. what's the weather. vverrry essential question, ”

[ mugger walked up tentatively. ]

~[ Reporter looked up quickly, before looking at mugger again. ]~ From what I see, it's quite sunny!

[hell--excluded]

> [ he slowly sat next to 1x, keeping about three feet of space in-between them. yeah, sure, he knew that they were trying to help, but she couldn't help the creeping suspicion that it was an act. ]

1x1x1x1 had peeked around, looking at mugger. they looked at her, their swords were stabbed into the ground as they sat down near where he was planted.

he didn't say anything. he didn't move closer, keeping a comfortable distance from the other. it didn't try to comfort.

(haiiaiai waves at you couldn't find the post I wanted to rb so)

> [ he looked up at the sound – are you fucking kidding . another killer . already ?

ok , ok , this was fine . she could , use their hand as a weapon . he stood up, stabilizing himself . he couldn't be seen as vulnerable . not now . ]