#like the way i want to SCREAM seeing that dA ate all of the journals i made when i was a 14 year old and turned them into glitched polls. th

[missfangirll]

Congrats on the followers!!! If I may ask, Jealousy, fluff, for Weilan? (if you're inspired of course!!!!)

Thank you for your ask 🥰

You didn’t specify who exactly is the jealous one, so I decided Shen Wei has to suffer 😈

But I tried to make it as fluffy as possible 😊🥰

Title is taken from the song "Honey, I'm good" by Andy Grammer.

  

I will stay true

It had all started with a hand.

With Zhao Yunlan’s hand, to be exact.

To be even more exact, with Zhao Yunlan’s hand on the back of a witness.

The hand in question had lingered there for exactly seventeen seconds – not that Shen Wei counted – and had proved to be a source of rising blood pressure for Shen Wei.

Why, or rather why now, he couldn’t tell. Zhao Yunlan had a habit of touching people, especially ones he was close to, which included an uncomfortably large number in Shen Wei’s opinion.

Not that he had an opinion about Zhao Yunlan touching people. Not at all.

So, the hand on the witness’ back, clearly meant to calm the person, had the exact opposite effect on Shen Wei, but before he could analyze his feelings further, Hei Pao Shi had to portal the suspect away, the incident leaving him with a slightly uneasy feeling for the rest of the day.

It had started with a hand and only worsened from there.

He had never before noticed just how comfortable Zhao Yunlan was with physical contact that wasn’t directed at Shen Wei himself. He half lay on Da Qing to look at a file, threw an arm around Lao Chu’s shoulder, put Xiao Guo in a headlock and ruffled Lin Jing’s hair. (He even made an attempt to pinch Zhu Hong’s cheek but aborted that mission as soon as he saw her face.)

It is his team, Shen Wei told himself, of course he would be comfortable with them. But Zhao Yunlan didn’t shy away from invading anyone’s personal space. Eventually, when he was flirting with a female police officer at a crime scene, Shen Wei had to violently stomp down the urge to walk over and kiss him senseless, just to make a point. Instead, he hid further in his hood and closed his eyes, willing his heart to resume beating.

Shen Wei very deliberately made a point to not examine the reason for his feelings, well aware that the answer to that lay in a lollipop and a promise made a lifetime ago. So he swallowed the bile in his throat and smiled, just like Kunlun had asked him to. Every time Zhao Yunlan smiled at a waiter, flirted with a secretary or gave a friend’s shoulder a jovial pat, he felt his stomach knot painfully and had to lower his gaze as not to let his pain show on his face.

Zhao Yunlan didn’t stop touching him, on the contrary, but Shen Wei found it increasingly strenuous to keep his body from responding too obviously. He wanted Zhao Yunlan to touch him, wanted to be the only one to have that privilege, and the resolve it took not to act on that desire left him feeling exhausted.

Kunlun had promised him a future, but he couldn’t be sure if this was it, if, this time, he was supposed to be the one asking for a smile, or if doing so would ruin everything. So he waited, and loved Zhao Yunlan in darkness and silence.

*

He reached his breaking point on a Tuesday.

On Friday evening, at the time Zhao Yunlan would normally return home, Shen Wei heard two voices in the corridor, one definitely Zhao Yunlan’s, the other he didn’t recognize. Intent not to eavesdrop, he retreated to his bedroom, which was farthest away from the door. He tried to occupy his mind by reading in a scientific journal, but gave up after he had read the same line a third time and still didn't know what the text was about.

A day later he was on his way to Zhao Yunlan’s apartment and had just opened the door, when he stopped abruptly. Across the hall stood a woman in her early twenties, long black hair and a very short dress, about to ring the doorbell. When Zhao Yunlan’s door opened, Shen Wei made a hasty retreat and silently closed his.

On Sunday, he didn’t even bother to go over, having seen the second pair of shoes on the doormat.

Thus, when Da Qing called him on Monday morning to tell him he was needed for a case, he felt like he hadn’t slept the whole weekend and was in an appropriately bad mood. After he had portaled in, he stubbornly focused on the crime scene photos, dodging Zhao Yunlan’s attempts to throw an arm around his shoulder or pat his knee, much to the other’s astonishment. He excused himself with urgent university matters only minutes later, leaving a confused Zhao Yunlan behind when he hastily portaled out. The rest of the day he hid in his office, ignoring his churning stomach and his phone, which had started to buzz in his desk drawer shortly after he had tossed it there.

He couldn’t face Zhao Yunlan, not even in a text message. He was behaving irrationally, he knew that, but seeing Zhao Yunlan – his Yunlan, his Kunlun – with other people made his insides freeze and his heart ache. No matter how much he reminded himself of the fact that Zhao Yunlan wasn’t his, he couldn’t ignore the pain that seared through him since he had seen… Well, he hadn’t seen anything, but his imagination insisted on presenting him a whole lot of possibilities he would have preferred not to consider.

He wanted Zhao Yunlan to be happy, he really did, but his soul screamed in agony when he realized that happiness might not include him.

When he finally left his office, he didn’t bother to take the phone. He didn’t know what to answer anyway. Later at home, after having stared at his dinner for an hour, he went to bed, tossing and turning restlessly.

He startled out of bed when he heard a rather insistent knock on his door. His alarm clock showed almost six in the morning, which meant he had slept for two hours. Drowsy and bleary-eyed he made his way to the entrance, hoping it wouldn’t be an emergency at the SID.

Outside the door, in shorts, a ratty t-shirt and without shoes, stood Yunlan, a sheepish smile on his face.

Shen Wei was suddenly wide awake. “Have you locked yourself outside? I can open your door if you –”

He was interrupted when Zhao Yunlan made a step into his apartment, suddenly standing very close to Shen Wei, giving him a considering look.

“I wanted to see you”, he said slowly, not breaking eye contact. Shen Wei closed his mouth and stepped back, motioning him in. When Zhao Yunlan sat down in the center of the living room couch, Shen Wei encountered another dilemma: sitting on the sofa would bring him very close to Yunlan, while choosing the armchair next to it would seem strange, given their past closeness. He swallowed and sat down on the armchair.

Zhao Yunlan had watched his movements and now fixed him with a gaze that Shen Wei couldn’t interpret. He shivered unconsciously and the other’s eyebrow shot up.

“Are you alright, Hei Lao Ge?”

Shen Wei winced at the title and stared at his lap. “Why wouldn’t I be? I am perfectly fine, thank you, Zhao Yunlan.”

When he felt a hand on his knee, he looked up, and the look in the other’s eyes made his breath catch. They were burning hot with emotion, dark and intense. Shen Wei began to understand how mice must feel when a snake stared down at them. He swallowed again and tried a reassuring smile, which apparently had the opposite effect, because the grip on his knee tightened.

“Shen Wei.” Zhao Yunlan tried again. “Talk to me. Are you mad at me? Have I said something stupid again? I swear, when I said you ate all –“

“I am not mad.”

Zhao Yunlan blinked at the sudden outburst and raised his eyebrow again. “Well, maybe you’re not mad at me, but clearly something is wrong.” He fixed Shen Wei. “Talk to me.”

Shen Wei closed his eyes and stayed silent. He didn’t trust his face at the moment, much less his voice.

“Xiao Wei.” A hand on his cheek, in addition to that name, made him shrink back. His resolution was crumbling and the last thing he needed now was Yunlan touching him.

Touching him like he had… Like he did with… His stomach turned again at the thought and he opened his eyes, sitting up straighter.

“Nothing is wrong, Zhao Yunlan, I assure you. You can go back to your apartment now. It is quite early.” He inhaled shakily. “I assume you are missed there.” Before he could stop himself, the sentence had made its way out, and Zhao Yunlan’s other eyebrow joined the first. He didn’t answer, just gave him such a scrutinizing look that Shen Wei had to force himself not to recede further into the chair.

After what felt like another ten thousand years, Zhao Yunlan moved. First, Shen Wei thought he really would leave, but then he took a step closer and in a fluent motion, knelt in front of Shen Wei’s armchair between his legs. Shen Wei swallowed hard.

Zhao Yunlan placed one hand on his thigh, the other reached up to cup his cheek.

“Xiao Wei”, he said again, with a warmth and tenderness Shen Wei only hazily remembered from a different life. “Xiao Wei, what do you think I did last weekend?”

Shen Wei refused to answer and only shook his head miserably.

Zhao Yunlan sighed fondly and caressed his cheek, smiling at him. “I am guessing you saw Wen Yao and Bai Yukun last weekend?” It wasn’t a question and Shen Wei didn’t answer. “Well, I didn’t sleep with either of them, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” He shrugged, and Shen Wei found himself coughing violently, staring wide-eyed at the other man. “I didn’t… I don’t…”, he wheezed.

Zhao Yunlan chuckled softly, stroking a thumb over Shen Wei’s cheekbone, and it took all of his crumbling self-control not to lean into the touch. The other man continued, sounding slightly amused. “They are Dixingren, Shen Wei. Friends of Zhu Hong.” He gave Shen Wei a meaningful look. “I asked them to tell me more about Dixing. Its history and traditions and stuff. Lao Wen is a historian, I believe you met him at the conference last month. Amazing you didn’t recognize him.” Shen Wei shrank into his chair. “Oh”, he managed.

“Yeah, and A-Kun is a wedding planner.”

Shen Wei suddenly had the very peculiar feeling of all oxygen leaving the room.

“A... wedding… planner…”, he squeezed out, “Why would….” He couldn’t finish that question, he really didn’t want to know.

Zhao Yunlan grinned at him, seemingly unfazed by his predicament. “I asked her about Dixing traditions because I wanted to ask you out, stupid.”

Oh.

Oh.

Shen Wei’s brain was still busy processing that information, when Zhao Yunlan leaned in and kissed him. He tasted of toothpaste and home, and Shen Wei couldn’t suppress a sigh. He leaned into the kiss, trailing the tip of his tongue over Yunlan’s lips and shivered with anticipation when they opened for him. When their tongues met, he closed his eyes and let himself be drawn into the other’s heat.

When they parted, Zhao Yunlan leaned his forehead against Shen Wei’s, breathing heavily, his whole face split into a wide grin. “Xiao Wei”, he said, and caressed the other’s bottom lip with his thumb, “would you go on a date with me?”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Chapter 4; Finding the Winter Soldier

And here we go guys the appearance of everyone’s favorite lost puppy dog BUCKY BARNES YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I actually really enjoyed writing this chapter (because Bucky’s my fav. character along with a few others) Sebastian stans delivery of Bucky in this movie is PHENOMENAL HE DESERVES A FREAKIN OSCAR RIGHT NOW!!!! Hope you guys enjoy :) 

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After the funeral, we all went back to the hotel room, Steve and Sharon went off to talk probably about Peggy while Sam and I went to the mini café the hotel had.  As I ate my muffin the news suddenly flashed and across the screen it said.

Vienna UN Bombing.

“Oh my god” I stated in shock and when Sam looked at the screen he said.

“Meet us at the room, I’ll go tell Steve”.  At that moment I raced back up to our room and shortly after I had turned on the TV, Steve, Sam and Sharon came inside. Sharon was on the phone and Steve told me to turn it up and the News reporter stated.

“A bomb hidden in a news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna. More than 70 people have been injured, at least 12 are dead including Wakanda’s King T’Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, The Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations”.

“I have to go to work” stated Sharon. As Sharon began to get ready for the train ride to Vienna, I looked to Steve who was only looking at the screen with hardly any emotion but inside I knew he was beyond worried.

Looking for your long time best friend for over 3 years to finally hear about him doing something like this now out of the blue when you couldn’t even find him, something didn’t sit right.  I had a feeling that this wasn’t the Bucky that Steve had told me.  Plus I would know a thing or two about hiding from HYDRA once you got free from their clutches.

“(Y/n) you stay here in London, Sam and I will deal with this” said Steve.

“No I’m coming with you guys”.

“(Y/n) you don’t need to involve yourself in this more than you already have, you’re already considered an outlaw for not signing the Accords. You come with us now, there’ll be no turning back”.

“Because it was my choice Steve. I knew the risks of what would become of me if I didn’t sign, besides the Winter Soldier isn’t the only threat to the world if he chooses to be”.

“You sure you’re up for this She-wolf?” asked Sam.

“I’m sure, besides you guys could use an expert tracker”.  With that statement we all changed out of our funeral clothes, got into our undercover clothes, booked a train ride with Sharon and headed to Vienna.

Sam and I were at a Vienna café while Steve went outside to make a phone-call to Natasha.  When he came back in, I was drinking my (f/d) adjusting my sunglasses and Hollister hoodie.

“She tell you to stay out of it?” asked Sam as he munched on his dessert before finishing his statement, “Might have a point”.

“He’d do it for me”. Said Steve.

“1945 maybe, I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me”.

“And you forget Sam that when it comes to wolves, they’ll instantly shoot. And it was 1944 birdbrain”. I took a sip of my drink and ate my piece of cake right as Sharon came and stood by Steve and whispered.

“Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public, everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of its noise, except for this,” she slid a folder to Steve secretively and continued, “My boss expects a briefing pretty much now, and inside there’s a scent for (y/n) to track so that’s all the head start you’re gonna get”.

“Thank you” Steve said.

“You’re gonna have to hurry, we have orders to shoot on-sight” and with that Sharon left us.  Steve turned to me and slid the bag piece to me and inside it was an old glove that once belonged to the Winter Soldier himself.

I quickly opened a small portion of it and inhaled the scent and suddenly I had a flash and my head began to hurt.

“You alright She-wolf?” asked Sam.

“Yeah I’m fine, let’s get going”. I soon left the café but I couldn’t shake off what I had just seen even for that quick second. 

*Bucharest, Romania*

Once we got to Bucharest, I took the glove completely out of the bag and took another inhale of it then sniffed the air.

“This way Steve”. He and I walked across the busy street of Romania, keeping watch of any police cruisers that would come by. As I was tracking the smell, every now and then I would keep getting flashes of seeing the Winter Soldier in front of me through a glass containment or through caged bars.

What the hell was going on here? Focus (y/n) you slip up now and Bucky will never be found and you’ll lose respect before the Cap.

“Which way now (y/n)?”

“We’re getting close,” I took another sniff of the glove and gestured him to follow me.  Four blocks later we arrived at an old rundown motel and I said, “This is where he’s currently hiding, hopefully we won’t catch him by surprise. I know what it’s like to be like a cornered animal, we’ll have to approach him cautiously you know that right?”

“Understood, you know which floor he’s one”.

“Follow me Cap,” we then proceeded to walk up the many levels of stairs until we finally reached the room where Bucky’s scent was strongest.  I sniffed the door and pawed at it with my hands.  “This is it,” I then grew my nails into my wolf claws and began to pick the lock until finally it went CLICK. “Ta-da”.

“Well done (y/n)”.  We then entered inside to see not really much.  There were plates scattered on the counter, no TV or computer, a large mattress in the corner, candy and nutrition bars filled the air but other than that it wasn’t a bad place to call home in a rundown motel like this one.  Steve went up to the fridge to find a journal when Sam’s voice came through our comms.

‘Heads up Cap, German Special Forces approaching from the south’.

“He’s right, we got about a minute at most”. I said as I could hear the cars pulling up and the sound of Germans speaking as they exited their trucks.

“Understood”. I took a sniff of the air and turned around and there stood James Buchanan Barnes himself.  He wore a brown over-jacket, a red Henley shirt, jeans, boots and a baseball cap to hide his face and gloves to hide his hands, specifically his metal arm.  Steve turned around as well and he finally stared at his longtime friend after so long of finding out that he was kept alive because of HYDRA. “Do you know me?”

“Your Steve, I read about you in a museum”.

‘They’ve set the perimeter’ Sam said through our comms again.

“I know you’re nervous, and you have plenty of reason to be. But you’re lying”. Cap what did I just tell you? Bucky’s body language tensed up as he strained out. 

“I wasn’t in Vienna, I don’t do that anymore”. And I believed him. From the amount of damage to cause the top floor of the UN to explode just from a car parked a few feet away, he would need to reek of bomb material and on him and in this apartment I cannot find a trace of bombing residue anywhere.

‘They’re entering the building’.

“Well the people who think you did are coming here now, and there not planning on taking you alive”.

“That’s smart. Good strategy”.  The sound of footsteps above us thundered and I sniffed the air and could smell them all over the place.

“We’re surrounded, we’ve got no way out of here” I said to Steve.

“This doesn’t have to end in a fight Buck”.

“It always ends in a fight” Bucky stated. God this poor man, stripped of his very heart and soul far worse than I was when HYDRA took me as a child.

‘Five seconds’.

“You pulled me from the river! Why?” At that moment, Bucky removed his left glove revealing his metal hand.  His breathing sharpened as his stated.

“I don’t know”.

‘Three seconds!’

“Yes you do”.  Tension between the two super soldiers was so thick you could cut it with a knife then Sam’s voice rang out.

‘BREACH! BREACH! BREACH!’  Suddenly a flash bomb rang out from the window which blinded me due to my sensitive eye sight of the wolf.  I let out a scream as I fell to the ground and that’s when I heard a high pitch sound which made my ears bleed until it was covered by Steve’s shield and then it exploded.

“(Y/n) you alright?!” Steve asked me urgently. My vision was starting to come back and I nodded when I heard shouting in German and a pounding came from the door. 

Suddenly bullets started flying in which Bucky used his mattress to block them then he epically flipped a table towards the door to blot it so that the German forces couldn’t get through even with their battering-ram.

German officers soon crashed through the window and as Bucky fought against the one closest to him, I fought off the other one. I disarmed him and held his gun to his face and my eyes phased to golden wolf and I snarled at him in German.

“Sie sie verletzt, geht man mit mir!” I then bent his gun over my knee destroying it when I heard Steve tell him friend.

“Buck stop! You’re gonna kill someone!” Bucky then flipped Steve onto the floor and punched the floor with his metal arm barely an inch from Steve’s face and he said.

“I’m not gonna kill anyone” he then brought out a backpack then threw it out of the window which I saw land on the roof of the building next to us.  

More German forces came in and started firing at us, I ducked down and found a knife nearby and grabbed it and threw it right at one of the German’s hands which forced him to drop his gun giving me the chance to take him down.

I let out a cry as I felt a bullet graze my shoulder but suddenly Bucky came in front of me and deflected the bullets with his metal hand before taking the guy down against the entertainment center. He then turned to me and said.

“You okay kid?”

“Yeah it only grazed me, I’ll be fine”. I then took notice of a guard behind him so I grabbed a cinderblock piece and threw it with my good arm which hit the German dead center in the chest sending him into a closed door which broke right off its hinges.

Soon gunshots were heard right outside as the German forces were now using shotguns to break the front door off its hinges and that’s when Bucky started fighting for his life.  He punched, kicked, used their own battering-ram against them anyway of trying to defend himself and make a safe path to escape.

After I had ripped off a portion of my shirt and Steve helped me quickly tie it up we both ran out to help Bucky.  I leapt on top of a German who was coming down on a harness wire and started fighting off the German forces who were heading up the stairs, hopefully to give Bucky some time.

That’s when I saw an officer aim for Bucky with his gun, I knew it was a risk and the last time I did this in my human form I took a sworn vow to never, EVER use it again because I couldn’t seem to control it whilst in human form, but I let out a bark and my super bark sent the officer right through the wall.

Bucky stared up at me and I him before he literally jumped over the railing and fell a good few stories before he gripped the railing again and hauled himself up. I soon followed his lead but unlike him, I skillfully managed to actually land on top of the railing he had grabbed and followed his scent to see that he had actually jumped from this building to the other.  Wow I gotta give him credit, for a super-human.

But it wasn’t until I saw a shadow figure pounce on Bucky and then start attacking him.  His scent was male and he wore what looked like a cat-suit.

“Steve, Sam Southwest rooftop”. I stated through my collar com.

‘Who the hell’s the other guy?’ asked Sam.

“I’m about to find out” I said.

‘You sure about this (y/n)?’

“Yeah, besides now I can finally win that bet Clint and I had 5 months ago on whether a cat or wolf would win in a fight”.  I took a few steps back and deeply inhaled and exhaled a few times before opening my eyes which had phased into wolf gold once more and taking a running start. 

During their squabble, just as the cat-man was about to claw out Bucky’s eyes, a large figure had tackled him and the two of them were rolling around on the floor like animals.  As they separated, I now stood as Bad Wolf in front of Bucky snarling and baring my fangs defensively at this kitty-cat daring him to make his next move.

His claws came back out and the white eyes narrowed in anger but I wasn’t gonna back down before ole’ Baggy. The two of us then charged at each other and almost like the actual animals we were representing, that is how we both fought each other.

I then finally got a grip onto the panther’s arm, but like any other cat and playing dirty, he must’ve noticed my bandaged leg so he kicked it hard which made me let out a pained whimper before he upper hooked my jaws and his claws scratched me across my face sending me flying across the roof.

Suddenly shots began to fire from a helicopter just above us, when they hit the panther guy the bullet’s didn’t even affect him which made me to believe that his suit was made out of something strong, maybe even the same material as Steve’s shield.  I then saw Sam suddenly appear and using his legs, he kicked the tail of the chopper which led it off balance and I then saw Bucky, Steve and the Black Panther all jump off from the building.

I stood up and jumped off the building as well and I ran up to Steve and he hopped up on my back and he said.

“I’ll try to give you as much time as I can, you get Bucky out of here”. I barked out a yes and as I came up to the Black Panther, Steve jumped off my back and tackled him to the ground.  I then ran ahead and cut Bucky off.

Panting heavily I only stared at him and he looked at me in shock but there was also a hint, it was hidden but it was there deep, deep down he looked at me with almost a bit of familiarity.  I lowered my ears and knelt down before him telling him with my eyes to get on.  Bucky walked cautiously to me but when he saw the wrapped up injury and placed two and two together that it was me, he mounted me and that’s when I heard the chopper again and guns firing towards us.

I took off running then leaped down towards a highway underneath the bridge and took off running with cars honking and trying not to run me over since I did suddenly just appear before them.  I barked to Bucky and he held on tightly to my neck-hid as I took off running faster, zipping past cars but it was all too soon once I heard the sound of sirens coming towards us.

Whenever I couldn’t find good enough space, I simply just leapt over the cars and continued running, it was all up to me now. I knew I had to get Bucky somewhere safe.  But suddenly police cars soon came charging towards us and in a sudden change of direction, Bucky yanked my neck-hide to the left and I followed his lead and leapt over some barrels of wastes and was now running on a clear highway for now.

I kept running as hard and as fast as I could then I turned and ran on the right side of the road where cars weren’t coming at me.  I looked behind me to see that Bucky was still safely on my back and no more police cruisers were following us except for one but I knew that it was Steve.

Suddenly the Black Panther’s scent came up from behind me but I knew I couldn’t stop running now but thankfully for me, Bucky turned and gripped the Black Panther by the neck and held him within arm’s length away from me.  But this skillful cat using his momentum to walk along the walls of the tunnel before flipping himself over sending Bucky just barely holding onto me.

I growled and slammed my jaws onto the Black Panther’s arm before throwing him aside like a piece of meat then finally using my head to guide Bucky safely onto my back.  Once he was on, I continued running but it was then I saw him take out a small bomb and throw it up onto the edge of the tunnel which soon destroyed it.

It was then I was suddenly hit with another flash. This time it was much clearer, it was me and Bucky but him as the Winter Soldier.  He was standing over me in shock and I was lying in what looked like snow that was tainted red with blood, my blood.

Then as quick as it came to me, it suddenly left as I felt sharp claws dig into my back legs which caused me to let out a pained yelp and literally flip Bucky off my back and I went rolling across the street as did he.  It was the Black Panther again, I snarled furiously.  I was really starting to get tired of this cat.

But before I could do anything, Steve took care of it for me, but that’s when over 30 police cars and sirens came echoing on all sides of us, over 100 policemen in full gear pointed their guns at us and when Rhodey all geared up in his War Machine armor landed and his voice stated.

“Stand down, now!”  The pain in my back legs from where Black Panther’s claws had dug into my skin burned like hell as I moved around.  “Congratulations Cap, you’re a criminal”.  But that wasn’t even the cruel part; as I was only trying to stand up, just barely even getting lower half of my body up as I was whimpering in pain, I was shot at by 5 powerful electro-shockwave tranquilizers.

I let out a painful yelp and collapsed to the ground whimpering as the sedatives began to take over.  I heard voices echoing around me and feeling something being wrapped around my muzzle and being tightened before I finally blacked out.

*3rd Person POV*

Once (y/n) had went down and was now on the ground whimpering in pain, Steve, Sam even Bucky watched in shock.  (Y/n) wasn’t even trying to attack, she was already exhausted and in pain why would they so carelessly shoot at her when she wasn’t even going to attack them in her wolf form.  

As they were all getting arrested and (y/n) being muzzled and chained up, it was then the Black Panther retracted his claws and removed his mask to reveal the new King of Wakanda, T’Challa.

“Your highness” Rhodey stated as T’Challa only stared emotionlessly at Barnes and (y/n) as she was being placed into a cage inside one of the trucks.

[trespeak]

™ The wonderful @raytaku tagged me for a meme thign. U da bes, Ray!

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

my iPad Air 2

my journal

a pair of Finn and Jake Funko Pop keychains (technically on the bag but w/e)

a fortune cookie to read on my radio show (except when I fucKING FORGET TO PUT ONE IN THERE)

no writing utensils, infuriatingly

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

posters (the ones I had up in my dorm before I moved out were these)

Adventure Time (Finn riding on Jake’s back with a sword and shield in front of their house)

Bravest Warriors

Daft Punk on the cover of Rolling Stone

the album art for 4x4=12 by deadmau5

Destiny: The Taken King

an Iron Giant print made for an on-campus screening

a stylized version of the O2 Arena in London

Regular Show

a 70′s style version of the Enterprise for Star Trek Beyond

the teaser poster for Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

a homemade Tiny and Big one

a promo poster for streaming the radio station I DJ on/volunteer at. 

(I also want a Death Cab one and might end up printing myself a Scud the Disposable Assassin one and/or a Does It Offend You, Yeah? one. We’ll see.)

lots of old trash from food I haven’t bothered to clean up

an aging desktop rig and a Xbox One S

my fledgling collection of physical CDs, film and games:

Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories (first album I distinctly remember buying for myself)

Death Cab for Cutie’s Narrow Stairs (my favorite album ever, and a new addition)

Forza Horizon 3

Porter Robinson’s Worlds

Snakehips’s “All My Friends” single and remix EP

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (and the first two books in color and Seconds)

Sunset Overdrive

Turbo (that snail is fast)

White Sea’s In Cold Blood

Zedd’s Clarity (the Deluxe Edition)

a shit ton of cables and wires

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life:

Git gud with a shit ton of music-related things (a more traditional DAW like Ableton or Logic, a MIDI controller like the Novation Launchpad or MIDI Fighter, turntables, etc.) and improve the quality of my production skills

Make a vidya gam! I have a license for GameMaker: Studio that’s kinda just lying around.

Start a podcast and streaming on Twitch/Beam/etc. Right now in the case of the former I actually do have a bit of a plan starting to come together (my working title is Late Night Game Night, and I’m gonna start with a six-episode season of fun little stories about games I love), but the latter has kind of hit a snag because I can’t get streaming to work on the networks in my dorm. We’ll see how it goes next year, I suppose.

Build myself a personal website that isn’t on Tumblr and doesn’t suck. (I’m actually kind of getting really close to this? I took a development class and it kind of lit the flame under my ass to teach myself how to get a site in working order.)

Go to E3, Coachella, Bonnaroo, Ultra Music Festival, Ibiza in general, Gamescom,

5 things that make me happy:

electronic music (holy CRAP yes, even beyond the stuff that’s gotten popular with the EDM revolution we’ve seen the past few years; a lot of my favorite artists are either kinda low-key or otherwise popular but without real mainstream success to speak of)

my Things (special interests) / characters in media that I end up heavily identifying with for whatever reason

when I scream about things I like on Twitter and actually get acknowledged by the creators of said things

my family and my friends, both here at home and in Kentucky

writing and being able to express myself through a variety of different means

5 things I’m currently into:

Scud: the Disposable Assassin (Drywall is my goddamn SON I love him so much y’all)

Pickle and Peanut (h8rs make me famous)

Gorillaz and Damon Albarn in general (Humanz has rekindled my love for Blur and Plastic Beach in a significant way)

Titanfall 2 (I’m loyal robot companion trash and I want to play it pretty badly even though I’ve spoiled myself on the plot)

Samurai Jack (I’mma get caught up real soon, I think)

5 things on my to do list:

get my finals done

read some comic books

apply for some jobs?

see how to go about getting college credit for an internship I’m doing over the summer

eat

5 things people may not know about me:

I have an off-the-wall universe of fictional stories focused around a really unusual place called Greyson City living in my head. The Stuck trilogy (which is 100% mine) and the Sparks spinoff series (created by my best friend, but developed with my help) are the core bits that really sorta serve as the foundation for it, but high school really pounded my ability to commit to because it was almost impossible to invest myself in it without having an adverse effect on my performance in classes. I’m slowly but surely coming around to the concept of coming back to it, though.

I make music. After the whole Stuck thing slowed down I needed a new creative outlet that I could still invest myself in without exhausting my ability to focus on my schoolwork when need be, and I found that music was much easier for me to do so with; I was still stimulating myself by getting into it, but it never ate into my time enough to have a negative effect on me the way my writing unintentionally did. I’d like to think I’ve gotten much better at it as time has gone by, too; my work has helped my personal projects stand out in college and is present throughout the near entirety of an indie film our film club made at school.

I was kind of an aggressive jerk when I was a kid; one time I punched a kid in the face in first grade for cutting me in line. (I feel like a fundamental change in personality happened with me between 1st and 2nd, and since then I’ve kind of just been a Soft Boy™ like most know me as today.)  

In relation to the last point, I was bullied pretty ruthlessly in my earlier years, particularly during the second half of elementary school. I wouldn’t go so far as to say my experiences were something I’d choose to make happen if I had the option, but I do credit them for helping me develop a sense of empathy I probably wouldn’t have had (or at least been able to outwardly show) otherwise.

I’m tagging @rocketverliden, @ovisiphorus and @electro-bolt, and anyone else is welcome to do it too if they please