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dispatchvampire · 8 months

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Accidentally In Love (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2200-ish.

Summary:

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 1

Five miles at a time. Everything in the early morning hours was measured five miles at a time for Echo Nerys and her trusty mountain bike. From 6:30 to 8AM give or take, she was a glittery purple streak on a circuit through Central Park from end to end that she’d measured precisely both for distance and scenic value. The moment she left her job at NYPD Central Dispatch at 6AM, she was changed and on the bike, ready to go. She even had an appropriately timed playlist on Spotify.

She’d started as early in the spring as the weather allowed for, in her long compression pants and jacket, getting her face chapped as she and her body remembered what it felt like to be on two wheels and free. A figure in all black in the early hours of the morning fast enough to pedal past the majority of the criminal element and yet still taking hits off her asthma bong when she paused to get drinks from her backpack.

Now, though, with the summer slowly stretching out down the coast, she’d tied up her puff pigtails and ditched her all black for the wildly purple tie-dyed bike shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all matching, because why not and her favorite pair of sunglasses that made her look like a trained killer. Even her earbuds were purple. There were some who said she didn’t really have the body for the tightly clinging gear, but fuck those people, she was going to be comfortable and safe while she worked out and they didn’t have to look if it offended them. Her body, not-toned stomach, thick thighs and semi-floppy arms, was her own and had been through many of its own wars, and she could wear what made her happy.

She’d picked up riding the previous summer and had taken it inside for the duration of the winter, riding in the basement gym of 1PP, but she didn’t have a whole lot to show for it physically other than shaplier calves and slightly thinner thighs. She wasn’t in it for the way she looked, but how good it felt to finally move after being sick and stuck with her joint pain for so long. Now that her meds were mostly managed, she was hell on two wheels, six days a week if she could manage, five if she wanted to go easy on it, and it felt amazing.

On her pace, she saw herself coming up on a group of joggers just cresting the hill, the tallest among them, a hottie from the Homicide Squad, Donnie Flack. All black-haired, blue-eyed Irish, he was every dispatcher’s crush and untouchable as a museum piece because of his wife in the Coroner’s Office. No one wanted to test a forensic scientist’s ability to exact revenge. It was just poor planning. And he was such a sweetheart, it was impossible not to be his friend.

“On ya left!” she hollered out as she approached the group, powering up the hill despite the way her knees screamed and her thighs burned. It was the principle of the thing, really, as she stood on her pedals and waved as she sailed past them with a jaunty grin. Now that she’d caught up to them, she saw it was a couple other guys from Homicide and one of the guys from down in Trace Evidence.

“Lookin’ good, E!” Danny Messer, Flack’s whip-thin, mouthy bestie from Crime Scene Investigations, hollered back with a huge grin and a wave as Donnie stuck his fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled. Messer was good people, and his wife was a doll. Echo lived in their building a couple floors down and had babysat their kids more than a couple times.

Once she was out of sight, she concentrated on her speed according to the handlebar speedometer and focused on her Beastie Boys as she took the path around the edge of the Jackie O Reservoir. It was so beautiful, with duck families out in force, moms with their collections of babies trailing behind. The water made the air feel a bit cooler as the wind rushed over her skin as she progressed toward the Butterfly Garden.

Next up on her list of gorgeous sights was the two guys in front of her that she’d dubbed Hotness 1 and Hotness 2. She passed them a few times on her rides, most mornings. Hotness 1 was tall like Donnie, but broader, with muscles upon muscles. He looked like an escapee from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, if Galatea had been 6’3” and blonde with cornflower blue eyes and an ass that would have reduced Michaelangelo to abject weeping.

Hotness 2 wasn’t any easier on the libido, with his blue-grey peepers and long dark hair he kept in a bun at his neck to go with his panty-melting smile and muscles. His bangs broke free of their confinement framing his face as they drifted over his model-perfect cheekbones and brushed against his sharp jawline. Not that she’d been ogling. Much.

Alone, they were the kind of flawless that caused traffic jams. Both of them together was an obscenity charge waiting to happen in their running shorts and sinfully well-fitting t-shirts, and more than one jogger—both male and female—had pulled up lame, run into a tree, or tripped over their own feet watching them go by.

“On ya left!” she called as she approached them, smiling as they waved when she flew by. If she happened to be standing on the pedals and sticking her ass out a bit more than was strictly necessary, well, could anyone blame her? Really? Besides, their smiles and waves of acknowledgement were totally worth it.

Just past The Loch was the Glen Span Arch, which always felt like a fairy garden to Echo. A stone bridge over the asphalt path with the stream running next to it and abundant trees, it was easy to imagine falling into a rabbit hole like Alice diving into Wonderland and never coming back. With the sun dappling through the leaves, it was here she felt like she was the only person in the world and life was perfect.

At least it was, until a grizzly bear in a blue shirt and black shorts descended into her path from down the hill. Echo hit the brakes so hard the back tire came up off the path and ditched out on the bike to keep from hitting him. She went one way and flung the bike the other, doing her best to guard her face and head from what would likely be a hard hit.

“Fuckshit!”

It was over in a second, she was in the creek, soaked to the bone on some very hard and unforgiving rocks that were currently poking into her ribs and hip, with no idea where her bike was. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. Taking inventory from toes upward, she was happy to report that for the most part, she’d likely sustained bruises but otherwise, she’d live. At least, until she tried to push herself up and her hand slipped on the wet rocks, sending her face first into the flowing water.

“Ah Christ! Hold on!” a deep, unfamiliar male voice hissed as he hooked his hands under her arms and bodily lifted her from the stream. Literally picked her up like a discarded toy, and like she weighed just as little, cradling her to his surprisingly firm and muscular chest. “I got you, sweetheart.” If she wasn’t so busy reeling from the hit and sputtering from the water coming out of her sinuses, his warm, rumbling voice as he brushed his lips over her temple would have definitely done the job. “I gotchu, darlin’. Are you okay?”

“I think so?” Echo took a second to compose herself after he set her on her feet with his arm protectively around her waist, scrubbing a hand down her face to deal with the water and unfortunately blood coming from sore spots on the bridge of her nose and her chin. When she looked up from her bloody hand, she wondered exactly how hard she’d been hit in the head, because in front of her was the concerned face of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, looking her over like she was the most delicate bone china and he’d just yeeted it off the dining room table. He cupped her jaw in his hand, thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone, it was familiar and more than a little terrifying. Who the hell was this guy and why the hell was he touching her?

At her tiny, horrified squeak, his blue eyes widened, looking over his shoulder at his friend, Hotness 2, who had a cell phone pressed to his ear. “This is your fault, ya jerk. You plannin’ on helpin’ or what?”

The grey-eyed Adonis with the long dark hair held up a strangely metal-looking finger and spoke tersely into the phone before hanging up and coming over to them with a disgruntled look on his face for his friend. “Medics inbound. Settle down, Stevie.” The moment those steel-blue eyes turned on her, though, it could have been the sole cause of global warming because damn, if she didn’t melt a little on the spot from their tenderness. “I am so sorry, dollface. I didn’t see you. Are you okay?”

When he reached for her face to examine her bloody chin, she recoiled out of reflex, not fear, but unfortunately that was the moment that everything went to shit for the second time in ten minutes.

“NYPD! Step away from her!” Flack had his gun out and his badge around his neck, with Danny doing the same as he cautiously approached her with the rest of the heavily armed, sweaty contingent. Apparently Tall, Dark, and Yummy wasn’t moving fast enough because then Donnie barked, “Now, asshole! Move away from her or I’ll shoot.”

Both hands up and out to the side, 2 stepped back, eyes never leaving the gun trained on him. “You don’t wanna do this, pal.” He seemed amusingly calm, which made about as much sense to her as any of the rest of this, which was none at all. Blondie slowly straightened up further but kept an arm around her waist to hold her up.

The very fact that the man spoke seemed to incense her friend further. “You think I give a fuck about your opinion?”

“Hey, that’s not necessary…” The man standing with her gave her a reassuring squeeze before stepping over to stand with his friend.

With them occupied, Danny crept up next to her and moved her off to the side, surrounded by the rest of the guys from Homicide and Evidence. “She’s secure, Flack.”

“Good.” The detective nodded before turning his attention back to his quarry. “Now what the fuck were you doing feeling up an injured woman? You get off on that?”

Hotness 1 was all calmly defiant righteousness, standing shoulder to shoulder with his buddy. “We called a medic for her, they should be here in a couple minutes. We weren’t looking and didn’t see her on the path until it was too late.”

“This true, Echo?” Danny asked softly as he gently seated her on a nearby boulder and seemed to be checking her over for more injuries than just her face and her pride.

She went to nod but that rattled her head too much. “Yeah, Messer. I guess. It was just a regular crash. My fault as much as theirs, really. No real harm done.”

Frowning ferociously, Flack clearly was not content with her answer. “IDs, I want ‘em. Now.”

Blondie nodded slowly, alarmingly unperturbed about having a .40 caliber pistol pointed at his face. “Front right pocket. You wanna get it or should I?”

“Don’t get us shot, Stevie,” the longhaired man admonished his friend. From his long-suffering expression, this was apparently not the first time this type of thing had happened to either of them.

Rolling his eyes, Flack held out his hand. “Alright, smartass, wallets now.”

While the Homicide Hottie (as they called him in Dispatch) held court with her two new acquaintances, the ambulance rolled up and the medics began cleaning her wounds and checking her over as her worried neighbor stood guard over her. The last thing she wanted or needed was stitches and additional facial scars, but it looked like she might not get a choice in the matter.

“Messer! Get over here!” The note of concern in the detective’s voice had her looking over immediately, only to find all the guns put away and all their postures seemed substantially less aggressive, though no less agitated.

“Ma’am, could you hold still please?” The female medic with the gentle hands turned her face so she could clean the wounds better.

She didn’t know if it was the movement or what, but all of a sudden, she was going down, hard. The last thing she remembered was the ground rushing up to meet her. Again.

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buckyarchives · 2 years

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the balcony scene [prologue]

summary: have you ever really danced on the edge, or is something still scaring you?

or the one where theirs two winter solider, and now it's time to make amends. that is until you and bucky run into a homicidal 5'4 tall problem.

word count: 5.8k

warning: hydra and nazi’s, canon typical violence, bucky barnes

author note: hi, so i impulsively wrote this as a background to a fic i had a dream about. i’m not sure if i’ll continue this but if i get a lot of positive feedback i might. i need to stop making new wipes when i have like million already :( also i wrote and edited this high ion pain medication so i’m apologizing for now

read on AO3 | masterlist (coming soon)

the snow crunched under his feet and the wind whispered around him. pink knuckles grasped around his gun tight, his metal digits trigger-happy. unusual but not surprising that Bucky Barnes’s nerves were at an all-time high, he was jumpy and it showed evident when Maria Hill lightly tapped his shoulder and he sprung up like a cat. she was just asking if he was okay and maybe he wasn’t, Bucky said he was fine — just cold.

They were in Mongolia, which was in the world's top 10 coldest countries and that’s where Bucky activity avoided. He despised being cold, even when Steve would turn the thermostat down a little at night, it caused his nightmares to linger even after he woke. being cold made him freeze, mentally. Bucky would regress into the winter soldier and go silent. it made his skin crawl and he felt dirty.

It was a recon mission, an old and abandoned Hydra base. Bucky never trusted the “abandoned” part of the files. He knew better than anyone that Hydra doesn’t just die like the world assumes it did, it is a plague and a parasite. they’ll find some ways to continue to live and sometimes it's ghosting “abandoned” facilities.

So yeah. Bucky's finger stayed ready on the trigger of the gun.

the metal door was rusted orange and creaked as sam and he tore it open, it smelled of dust, blood, and the 70s (yes, the decade has an entire smell, and Bucky hates the 70s) Maria walked ahead of the boys and went straight to the file cabinet thrown everywhere, Bucky was too busy checking every dark corner.

it was obvious by the state of the place that the people here left in a rush. papers and files’s everything, tables tipped over, doors halfway open, and locks broken off. The base was much smaller than the rest, but an opening on the floor with a broken latch caught his attention. It practically taunted Bucky and before he knew what he was doing. he found himself with his gun slung to his back, flashlight in his mouth as he climbed down a ladder.

the whole room smelled of despair and screams. Bucky felt it deep in his bones and he turned to ice when he saw a familiar chair stuck in the middle. the stupid fucking chair. it was the same but he didn’t recognize it, no memories flashed back as he grazed his finger across the dusty arms. no feelings of electricity coursed through his head and he didn’t grind his teeth. He felt nothing and for a moment, Bucky thought he was magically healed from his trauma.

but that’s not it. he’s never sat in this chair, his finger fell back on the trigger as he explored the rest of the room.

Bucky Barnes realized sometime since the accords and becoming an “avenger” that normalcy wasn’t meant for him. he wished at night for just one normal day, but it’s always something, isn’t it? well, as he shoves a large steel sheet and it falls onto a hidden wall and becomes a domino effect until the air is filled with the smoke of ice.

the large bang made him jump, he was sure the other heard it but Bucky couldn't move. He couldn't move an inch as he stared at a cryo chamber crack open and filled the air with mist. it was active — that means something is in there, someone.

he found the victim that belonged to the chair and he’s grown frozen too. and almost on autopilot, in a daze, as he carefully steps toward it.

oh god. that face, the hair, those eyes — he knows that face. you feel like a distant memory from his childhood, he’d never be able to remember unless he was standing where he was now. ice shards cover your hair and nose, the black uniform he used to know covers your body. He remembers you, he knows he does — but who are you?

it shocks Bucky so badly, it makes his chest feel heavier and panic rises to his head. Is he having a panic attack? Why can’t he breathe? Bucky's legs go out and he falls hard on his ass and his vision goes blurry. his hands shake and the gun falls and cascades across the floor, Bucky feels paralyzed and by the time Sam and Maria come yelling in. he’s out like a light.

“Do you remember anything?”

The questions became background noise, ringing in his ears like an annoying fly. He was on autopilot and agitated as he sat in the infirmary. Sam, Steve, and Bruce were there so he at least felt safer than when secretary Ross was there.

His lips were dry and cracked and his mouth tasted slimy. Bucky croaked out, keeping his eyes on his lap. “there was a girl.”

Sam witnessed you too, but Steve and Bruce didn’t know that right now. They both visibly tensed as Sam took a few breaths. Sam was just happy he didn’t forget.

“What?” Steve spoke up. “What do you mean there was a girl?”

“Steve.” Sam tried to calm the blonde down. Steve was like this when Bucky got injured, even though he wasn’t. no one was sure why Bucky passed out when he saw you. a super soldier couldn’t black out like that from just a panic attack, Bruce was still working on it.

“I don’t know,” Bucky continued, his throat dry and a glass of water felt like a wonderful idea right now. “I knew her, but I don’t know from where.”

Bucky’s head was spinning and running in circles, he couldn’t find any coherent memories of you. He knew it was there somewhere but hydra had messed him up so extensively, Bucky felt defeated. hydra always held something above him, almost in reach. It made Bucky want to hurl.

“Well, when you get your head screwed on right.” Maria spoke from the doorframe, lingering there and quiet enough that wan jumped when she spoke. “debrief in meeting room 03. director Fury will be there.”

and suddenly the room fell tense at the mention of Nick. Bucky still felt bad for almost killing him even though - out of everyone - Nick forgave and knew well enough that it wasn’t his fault. Nick also rarely came by unless it was serious, like serious-serious. so it hit a nerve in everyone. showed very evident in Steve as he fidgeted with his thumbs. Sam looked more relaxed but Sam was always better at hiding his emotions than everyone else.

begrudgingly, Bucky threw his legs over the bed despite Bruce's protest. He was fine, he told bruce. and followed the two down to the hall. Bucky was still new to the compound, it was an insanely huge building and still felt like a maze. Tony said he could use FRIDAY to help navigate but the AI still scared the shit out of Bucky. so he relied on following Steve and Sam like a lost puppy, shuffling behind them with quiet footsteps.

Natasha and Maria stood lingering outside the meeting room door, their faces peeking up once the trio came into view. Natasha has been biting her nails, she was nervous. which made Bucky nervous.

“Is this about Mongolia?” Sam asked, a hesitancy in his voice.

Maria and Natasha shared a glance, and then she nodded and opened the door for everybody. the group shuffled in, Bucky wondered for a moment if this was an avengers problem or a super-soldier problem. or both. or none. He just knew it was about the girl and that made Bucky feel jittery in his chair as he fidgeted with the pen. The clicking was for sure going to annoy Sam in a few minutes but it was the only thing keeping bucky out of his head.

they sat there for what felt like an hour, but maybe only 12-15 minutes really. before fury shuffled in quietly.

“may 25th, 1997. february 5th, 2002. november 22nd, 1963. june 14th, 1972. September 7th, 1991…” fury read the files nonchalantly, Bucky didn’t need to see the mission report files on the glowing blue screen to recognize the dates. he knew most of them by heart and began carding his hands threw his hair, dropping his head to the floor as he pulled at the brown strands.

“These are all missions under the winter soldier, we all know this. Why are we bringing this up now?" Steve said. frustrated that fury was bringing up bucky's tortured past for seemingly no reason.

Fury turned his nose up and dropped the manila folder on the table with a thud. “you’re right. these are all from the winter soldier.”

He continued, “but Barnes didn’t do these missions.”

“What?'' Bucky's head shot up, his eyebrows knotted. “wha-what do you mean?”

like magic (Bucky was still grasping today’s science) a profile popped up on the blue screen. Bucky's breath caught in his throat again, his head spun and he felt like he did in that cave again.

your profile popped up, a photo of you with tight curls and a scarlet red lip. you were smiling and you looked incredibly young and happy.

“y/n l/n, a medic in the early cold war. she was captured when enemy forces stormed a camp in 49’. presumed dead.” fury sighed. “y/n was the second winter soldier.

The room fell silent and for the first time, Sam Wilson was speechless and mouth open. glances were shared between the group and fury stared down at Bucky, he felt like he was in the crossfires of a sniper as his head stirred. trying to grasp what fury was telling him.

“what does this mean for us?” Natasha spoke up, her voice incredibly calm.

“We found her files in Mongolia, hydra kept her quiet — only a few even knew of her inside the group. she was used as Barnes's backup, cleaned up his messes on took on missions he wasn’t capable of.” fury continued, “over 40% of Barnes missions were actually done at l/n’s hands. and many more that were uncredited until now. she has the same enhancement as Barnes, and Barnes found her in the cryo freeze before he fell on his ass and blacked out. they must have left her behind when hydra was found out.”

“Is she here?” Steve asked, and that brought Bucky to the edge of his seat. Bucky was sure the room felt his shift in demeanor.

“Helen is here looking over her, waiting for her to wake up. we have zero idea how she’ll react when she wakes so we just have to wait now” fury said.

“Let's hope she’s not a nazi,” Sam murmured under his breath, Natasha sent him a soft death glare.

and the rest of the meeting was foggy for Bucky, he heard stuff about your work as a nurse, and how much cleaner and smarter of an assassin you were. how you went through the same torture as Bucky and that’s when he completely drowned it out.

The meeting ended and Bucky found himself outside the door of the infirmary room you were currently defrosting in. his hand hovered over the handle, and Bucky gritted his teeth. FRIDAY must have been notified of Bucky's presence lingering outside the door, because it swung open and Bucky was met with her sympathetic face.

“James,” she moved away and let him in.

Bucky switched between gripping his hair by the roots or bouncing his leg, or both as he sat with a laser-focused gaze on you. He sat there for maybe a few hours, just trying to remember you, one single coherent memory because he knows you.

he’s never been more sure of it.

March 28, 1981

“he’s too unstable, sir.” the thin hydra scientist tapped nervously on the clipboard in his hands, adjusting his thin wire glasses. a younger Alexander Pierce stood in front of him, eyes glancing from the scientist to the supersoldier being restrained in his seat. teeth baring like a wild dog, chest heaving. “he could compromise the mission.”

“Start over, put him back under.” Pierce stated, a disappointed sigh leaving his lips. “bring out soldier X. she’ll do a better job, anyways.”

“Yes, sir.” The scientists scrambled to put the winter soldier back into his chamber, struggling to keep him up and practically throwing him in as the cold air took over and froze him.

it didn’t take long for the other division to bring in soldier X. you were always more compliant, you marched in with your hands behind your back — held by your handler.

you were lifeless and working on autopilot, you had a dark haze over your eyes that shook every scientist in the room. the pushed and shoved you into the chair and strapped you down. the handler brought out the tiny and tattered brown notebook, looking down at you with almost disgust.

“раздавить” the Russian words rolled off his tongue, your muscles tense instantly

“Венера”

“воспроизвести” the scientist and handlers watched you intently as you stayed still.

“современное” you clenched your fist gently.

“семнадцать”

“Мэри” you inhaled sharply but didn’t push against the restraints. Pierce smiled to himself, proud of you for being so compliant and calm. you’ve always been back up despite your skill being better, you had control over your emotions better than Barnes. you didn’t let your past control and let it slip through the cracks like he did.

“телефон” your face stayed stone still. lifeless — like a machine, good.

“гора”

“ближе”

“вечно” one tear fell down your check, but you remained cold and still.

“трогать”

“бабочка” you clenched your jaw and tensed your muscles harder. deep down in you knew what was coming and panic coursed through your veins, but you remained calm to the men surrounding you.

“красные флаги”

and it was over. an erring silence filled the room and your eyes lit up with a fire, a rage that only hydra could pull out of you.

“ready to comply, Soldat?” the handler's voice was too smooth, it would have made your skin crawl if any part of you was there.

“ready.”

november 22nd, 1963.

you watched intently through the sniper lens, on a high building, and hidden, through the crosshairs was the winter soldier in the same position as you. except his gun was pointed down and into the crowd where the president would be arriving soon.

This was a big mission and they said we needed all hands on deck, that this would be a good push towards freedom and you’d be rewarded if you kept the other soldier in line. pretty much babysitting at this point. He's been on edge and unstable. you’d always been the better soldier, more clean and precise work. Always so compliant and ready.

the car began to turn the corner, the family waved with smiles, completely open and vulnerable.

“come on, Soldat,” you spoke under your breath, your heart slowed at an unnatural rate. you stayed completely still.

a flash of something caught your attention, your eyes narrowed and your breath hitched for a moment. a man with sandy brown hair locked eyes with the soldier position, you were warned of the man.

“Sir,” you spoke into your comms. “the Soldat has been compromised, Lensherr is here.”

“keep him away from Soldat, get both of you out clean or frame him.” the grainy voice spoke through, and you sprung to action immediately.

“yes sir.”

you swung down from the fire escape, there’d be snipers for the president watching the sky. you acted fast as you tried to figure out if the sewers would be a safer option. you opted for that than swinging from building to building and across the street.

you slid down the ladder in no time and bounced from a trash can to just above the sewer entrance. disgust danced on your face as you got a wift of the shit-filled sewers, you lowered yourself in and dropped down. the water splashed and hit your angled as you sprinted through. you knew the route well enough for your body to act on its own.

quiet as you can be you opened the heavy metal lid open, you saw the man creeping through the alley as his eyes met the fire escape up to the Soldat. pulling yourself up and quietly closing the distance, a hand gripped right around the sewer lid.

once you were in the right range you threw the lid hard at the man’s head, it stopped right before him as his hand threw up to catch it mid-air. Pierce warned you he’d been enhanced, but this was just fucking weird. think fast, you thought and ducked quickly as he sent the lid back your way.

running towards his legs while he regain his focus, swiping behind his knee, and just as it fell weak to the ground you swung around his shoulder to pin him. the man took attention to this and wrapped a tight grip around your ankle and back and threw you forward, rebounding quickly and landing on your feet and knees.

Lensherr was already making his way up the ladder, and incredibly fast. you stumble your way over and wrapped a hand around the pole and shot a body of electricity through the metal. paralyzed him for a moment for you to get close and take a knife to his thighs, he curled into himself before he started stomping on your hands.

you winced and fell a couple of feet down, catching yourself before you could fall and hanging by one hand. the right one was crushed and broken.

catching up slowly, you met him as he stopped behind the soldier. but he was too late, he already took the shot and the bullet raced toward the streets. Lensherr held his hand up towards the bullet, think fast, you spoke to yourself and hit him hard on the back. falling and Lensherr lost his control over the bullet, the soldat noticed your presence and almost by instinct tossed a knife at you. you went to stab Lensherr in the back but he turned around you and grazed his shoulder.

“the window is closing! убирайся отсюда!” you yelled, the soldier perked uo and slung the sniper around his back. get out of here!

“ты тоже!” he yelled back. you too!

the soldier's concern for you caught you off-guard, head popping up to look at him. in and out was the mission, don’t jeopardize the mission and leave anyone behind if you have to. that was the rule and here the soldier was, trying to get you out with him and possibly revealing himself.

it caught up to you so that Lensherr took the time to switch places and slam you down and under him. you braced for him to strike by loud footsteps began towards you and the end of the soldier's gun hit his head and he fell to the side, you shoved him off and gave him a small twinge of electricity through him to wake him. soon enough the authorities would get to him and assume him as the assassin, but just enough time for you to flee.

you pushed the soldier ahead and fled.

the chaos in the crowd made you assume the mission was a success.

you fucking hated babysitting the soldat, you missed when Lensherr had stabbed you in the shoulder, bleeding and a crushed hand. great.

october 20th, 1993

sweat coated your body like a layer of paint, and the soldier's body pressed harshly against yours didn’t make you feel any better. your head spun and pounded like a drum, legs wobbling and you were dizzy beyond compare but you needed to stay up and ready.

the soldier had slammed, pushed, and punched you beyond humanly possible. you bled from at least 3 stab wounds and were more than 100% sure you’d had a broken nose or ribs, probably both and more.

you’d been sparring for over an hour now, the soldiers didn’t let up and neither were you. he looked as bad as you, maybe worse. you look as he stumbled around on his feet, practically tripping over himself like a newborn deer. trying to narrow his eyes on you but the soldier was seeing triple with how badly he was messed up.

Yeah, definitely worse.

he yelled loudly and barreled towards your torso, you weren’t quick enough to move and he pinned you down and pressed his palm into your stab wound, you screamed out. He struck you twice in the face before you started to wiggle out of his grasp and dodge him.

“they’re killing each other, sir.” the agent spoke into Pierce's ear. both of your handlers stood on one side ready to break it up when necessary.

“I don’t care. I need to know who will be on top.”

you pulled back and hit him hard by his ear, a loud and annoying ring rattled his head and caught him off guard. enough for you to hit him hard in the chest. he flew to the other side of the mat as you dragged yourself towards him, you could barely breathe with how fast your chest heaved. you stomped hard on his knee.

“stay down.” you grunted, and knelt to grasp your hands around his throat. “stay. down.”

the soldier's eyes opened wide and began to tear your hands away from him, gritting his teeth as he struggled under you. baring his teeth and groaning, it was a battle of strength now and the soldier would win, you needed to be smart but you could barely focus.

you were slowing down and wearing out, you took one last chance. taking the soldier off-guard as you simply let go of his throat and before he could throw you off of him and hit him hard behind his ear. a pressure point that should paralyze him if you got hit hard enough, and you did.

watching his eyes lull back and neck give out as he fell limp on the mat, you followed soon after — blacking out next to the soldier from exhaustion and blood loss. You laid a few inches in between, fingers centimeters away.

“a draw?” the agent questioned, looking towards Pierce for an answer.

Pierce wore a scowl, he hoped Barnes would have held out. but you always impressed him with your performance.

“almost. soldier x will take this one,” Pierce said. his head perked up to each of your handlers, “get this fixed up, put Barnes back in cryo, and get l/n ready for her mission.”

sometime in early 1950. 5 years since Bucky fell off the train, 1 year since your camp got invaded.

your eye lulled half open as two men dragged you on your knees, arms grasped tightly around your shoulders and arms to keep you up.

fear coursed through your veins along with whatever serum they put into you. Either way, it made your bone feel like metal, your skin scrawled and it felt like your muscles were tearing apart. your body was on fire and you sweated like a pig in the tight bodysuit they assigned for you. soldier x labeled on the collar. whatever the hell that meant.

you ground your teeth and screamed the entire way to the cell, the agents jabbed you a few times in the rib and head to keep quiet but it only made the pain worse.

loud clanks rang through the facility halls before you were thrown onto the hard, cold floor. bruises would blossom later. you panicked and scrambled to a corner, but you bumped into something — someone.

before you could take a chance to look at who it was, you watched as the agents latched the door shut and the only light into the small cell was from the window, it was snowy and dim out. but just enough to see the sinister face on doctor Zola as he watched you before the door slammed shut. you flinched, and so did the person next to you.

looking over you saw a man with short brunette hair, it was damp from sweat and a few strands curled around his forehead. his eyes were red and puffy and you both wore matching bruises on your cheekbone and temple. then you noticed the shiny metal arm, the scarlet red star practically glowing.

“who- who are you?” you studdered out, still shaking from the pain.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” he sounded calmer than he should, pained but calm. “i’m not with them.”

them. Hydra, Nazi, Zola, whatever. you were still figuring it out.

you went to croak out another question but a burning pain shot through your spine and you scream out in pain again, curling into yourself. that stupid serum. it was tearing you apart.

the man before you must have been in your shoes once because he weakly put a hand on your back in an attempt to soothe the pain. but he knew nothing would make it feel better, your muscles and DNA were growing and changing in real-time and the pain would be unbearable until your body can catch up.

he was warm and your body acted on its own, it was the first gentle touch since they took you. leaning into him, Bucky understood and let you. He was tired, maybe he needed some touch too. you curled into him, your pounding head fell on his shoulder. He didn’t dare touch you with his metal arm, he was still scared of it himself.

“It'll be over soon.” Bucky cooed in your ear, a lie, he knew that. “you can make it through this.”

“mhm,” your eyebrows knotted and you clenched your teeth hard. “mhm, no— it hurts…”

“shhh…” he hushed and continued to rub at your back.

you cling to him as if your life depended on it, it felt like dying. you felt crazy, insane — latching into a man you’d never met and could very well take this advantage. but he seemed good, and you’ve been through the worse imaginable things in the past year and his hand is so warm.

“What's your name?” Bucky asked, soft and quiet. like he was trying to make sure no one heard because they could always be listening.

“y/n.” you choked out through moans of pain.

“you’ll be okay, y/n.” Bucky wasn’t sure if that was the truth or not. He'd already seen two subjects die from the serum, and you weren’t looking too good. the serum would tear a girl your size apart. “you’ll be okay. my name’s James you can call me Bucky.”

“James. Bucky,” you repeated under your breath, good, you were keeping yourself conscious. You squeezed your eyes shut and pushed your face farther into his chest, fist curled so tight you were drawing blood from pressing your nails into your palm. Bucky couldn’t watch, he raised his chin high.

“how’d you end up here?” he asked, mostly to distract you. keep you conscious and alive. He wondered if death would be better than being here and working for the enemy. Bucky was tired of waiting to be saved by Steve, he was losing hope but that didn’t mean you needed to.

“I was a nurse.” you winced. “in- in the war. the nazi or, uh, hydra. stormed the camp. I barely remember anything.”

“It’s okay.” Bucky knew the feeling, the time when he fell off the train and woke up was all blurry, and he wasn’t even sure what year it was. “a nurse, that’s great, doll.”

Bucky didn’t even recognize the name until it lulled off his tongue. yeah, he called girls that all the time.

“I wanted to be a real doctor. but a girl like me couldn’t try for a man’s job, I settled on being a midwife but then the war started.” you breathed in and out heavily, you were slowly calming down and your breath got steady. Bucky continued rubbing your back. “my brother was pissed, but I sighed up anyways.”

“you’re very brave.” was all Bucky could think to say. He thought of Becca — if she’d tried to join the military like that he’d probably have a fit and tie her to the house. no one should be in the crossfires of old men’s selfish affairs, especially a small girl like you. because shit like this happens.

your breath slowed and you stopped responding to bucky’s questions, at first, he was sure you’d given out and died. failed the experiment. but your chest still rose and it seemed you fell asleep from exhaustion and pain. Bucky kept his hand on your back and watched you intently, making sure you didn’t give out like the rest.

Bucky knew the circumstances were less than ideal to be gawking at a girl right now but with your face relaxed and not contouring in pain — you were very beautiful.

early 2017. 3 months since you were found in Mongolia.

you pulled the comforter away from your sweat-covered legs, your black shorts and tank clinging to your body, your throat was hoarse and dry and you desperately ached for water. another night of trying to sleep in the “comfy” and “cloud-like” mattered in the avengers compound. full of super-freaks, you didn’t have much room to talk but it was still fucking weird.

and the one that you recognize avoided you like a plague for some reason. the winter soldier, you remember him well — apparently, your memory was much better than his, Steve (Captain America, you knew him from the war, yes you were shocked he was alive) told you Bucky barely remembered his name. so maybe he didn’t remember you, which is probably for the better. you remember everything.

your life before, the times the soldier held you as your muscles grew three times their mass. when the soldier trained you and then being sent away once you both started to grow reliant on each other. you remember surpassing him in abilities after returning a few decades later, the torture at the hands of Zola, Pierce, and any man that came before and after them.

you also remember the panic of the end of Hydra. the last things you remember before they shoved you back in the freezer, just in case the organization regrouped and rose back up. they would need their fist.

Bruce, the nice and timid scientist, was the one you trusted the most. you’d almost choked the life out of him when you awoke and found yourself being poked and prodded. you stayed on guard but after a nice talk with the curly back haired man, you let him do some tests.

Anyway, your bare feet padded on the cold wooden floor. the presence of the AI taunted you, the fact you were always being watched and surveillance bothered you. despite if they were friends or foes, it left you jumpy and restless.

the dimmed warm lights lit the common room's kitchen, floor C, every floor had its own living area. Sam Wilson, the falcon — you like him, he lived here but was currently visiting his family. and Clint Barton, the archer, people called him hawkeye. you thought the name was stupid but never said it out loud because soldier X is as edgy and pretentious as it gets. he was with his family too.

which just left the soldier — Bucky, you needed to get used to calling him his actual name. you were so conditioned to calling him that, you needed to fix that soon.

you found the cabinet that held the glasses, you were still trying to remember where everything was, and poured a glass of water. filtered water was probably the best thing to grace this shit-filled earth. you probably gulped down the entire glass and put the glass on the table with a loud clunk.

“flashbacks?” the familiar horrifying voice spoke up from the lounge area, your head perking up in surprise as you found him laying on the leather couch. of course, the one with similar training would be able to sneak up on you.

“every night.” you scoffed and shuffled towards him. you weren’t even tired, just restless in a way that made you want to rip your hair out. maybe you’d go for a run, even if it was 4 am.

the couch's leather squeaked when you sat down by his feet, Bucky watched you intently as you slouched down with a frustrated huff. You had barely aged from the first time he met you, (yes, he was slowly getting his memories of you back. and maybe that's why he’s been avoiding you, but he’s kind of tired of it now) you just looked more mature, scarier and less like the small timid girl he knew. Bucky retracted his legs and sat up straight next to you.

“I’m still learning how to sleep on those beds,” he grumbles.

“I feel like I’m going to sink through every time I lay down.” you scoffed. Bucky chuckled under his breath, and agreed. “how much do you remember?”

Bucky's face dropped and he bit at his cheek nervously for a moment, “of you? barely anything.”

“makes sense,” you nodded. “for a while Pierce thought we were going to rebel against him and break out, I’m sure they tried their best to wipe any memories.”

“how do you still remember everything so well.”

you dropped your head in guilt, shame, all of it. a shaky exhale left your lips, Bucky watched with confusion dripping from his features.

“I was more compliant, I think it was just survival instincts. I acted like I knew nothing and was all for the cause whenever they brought me out of cryo.” you breathed, you didn’t have anything to control over your mind and to prevent them from using those stupid fucking words on you. And stay out of the chair. “I think I lost myself in it for a while though, it was scary.”

“I understand” Bucky nodded, sometimes he wished he did the same. but no matter what, his emotions took control and before he realized what he was doing they were strapping him to that stupid chair and scrambling his brain like fucking eggs.

your eyes glanced at the electric clock blinking on the wall. 4:45 am, you exhaled. mostly tired of talking about depressing shit and the nerves in your bones to just go. you could bond over trauma later.

“Want to go for a run?” you smirked towards Bucky, the dim lights showed just enough for him to see it.

hesitantly, Bucky nodded. “That sounds nice.”

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thegeminisage · 6 months

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star trek update time. last night* we watched tng's "attached" and ds9's "necessary evil." *i am typing this at fuck o clock it will go up when im at work

attached (tng):

ok, the premise of this is basically every spirk fic ever, right...? "ooh, we accidentally have a telepathic connection and our feelings are revealed"

to get this out of the way, i like how much worf e riker e deanna was in the b-plot of this, even just circumstantially (i missed data though). i also think riker finally getting fed up with the aliens and giving them shit was really funny. riker is never mean to ANYBODY. i'm also glad he was relatively chill about picard being missing for once lol. like, in NO way were these assholes ready to enter the federation. not to agree with picard, but PART of a world can't enter. if you haven't mastered world peace you can't sit with us etc etc. not that i'm fully buying the propaganda of the federation as the ultimate good or that earth does somehow have world peace but whatever. even i know these guys weren't ready. what a fucking joke

frankly stunned this didn't lead to discussion about the affair baby wesley crusher. yes i know picard said he would never act on it. i don't care about that. i KNOW these people have had an affair baby. they're the type. he would knock her up and leave her high and dry. it's the kind of man he is. don't tell me there's no affair baby. i know what i know. there IS an affair baby!! i will die on this hill

actually, even though i dislike picard, i think sir patrick stewart is a v talented actor and i DO like him. i also really like beverly, so they managed to be charming a couple of times in this episode, mostly when they had a thought we couldn't hear and then started snickering about it

that said, i have no respect at all for jean-luc. the campfire conversation sucked. beverly was DEEPLY flattered and also in a little bit of a vulnerable position and he WAS LYING when he said he didn't feel that way anymore bc he tried to hit her up at the end of the episode. a man would have HELD HER, jean-luc. i would have held her. beverly crusher i would treat you so much better

this is insane bc i don't even have a crush on beverly. like genuinely. i only talk like this about sophie devereaux and brit marling characters. i just think it's outrageous her man doesn't treat her better. i almost had a fit when it came out he didn't like the breakfasts until beverly responded in kind also lol her saying croissant w the french accent

them getting sick when they split up was really funny. jean-luc, time to ruthlessly experience morning sickness. this is how it was after you left her high and dry post affair baby conception

the bait and switch at the end fucking killed me i love beverly making him ask and then turning him down GOOD FOR HER but i have no idea what motivated the entire thing. like, was the goal to get them together before the series ended? ok, why keep them apart? why show her pushing him through to safety at the expense of her own if she was gonna turn him down? why was she giving dtf vibes there at the end? like i was YELLING at him to go to her and then he did and she was like "actually nah." which was FUNNY and again good for her but what the fuck? i thought she wanted him. i just want her to be happy.

necessary evil (ds9):

OHHHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDDD

i knew going in that this was an odo episode but AN ODO AND KIRA EPISODE??? swoon. oh my god she was the first person to give him his little constable nickname. HURL. KILL MEEEEE

actually, odo/kira and odo/quark people were BOTH getting fed during this ep. odo like yeah idc about quark but im gonna solve this murder case w extreme prejudice. i like both so i had a great time

every single mention of odo's dehumanization in the past makes me HOMICIDAL please treat him really niceys. i would kind of like to know what the cardassian neck trick is though. just not from odo

"i dont drink" fuckin hilarious. i think odo should shapeshift himself a digestive system so he can try food. um one that can digest stuff in 16 hours i guess or it would all just fall out when he gooped again. we tossed around the idea of chewing gum, since you just spit that back out eventually. but does he even have tastebuds, or just the approximation of them? his other senses seem to work ok........

the window in this acted SO sketchy like she was fake crying at her third dead husbands funeral after she just inherited a zillion dollars but she literally was innocent. she pointed at kira and was like girl she did it and we're like NO kira's innocent! and then kira is literally not innocent but shady sketchy widow is. incredible

kira with long hair my beloved. i would hate it if she had long hair in present day but it's perfect for past kira

ds9 looks SO BAD in the past. to have children running around and playing in it now is insane. you can really feel the difference between the cardassian occupation and Now so well in this episode, it's as striking to us as it would be to kira and odo

ohhh my god kira and odo. "will you ever trust me again" he's not even mad she killed that guy just mad that she lied about it. AUGHGHGHG

but when kira did something shady it was for a good cause. when odo was being shady he was indirectly working for the fucking cardassians. "choose a side" so true but he eventually chose kira's <3

i love deeply that he didn't try to fuck her. like it genuinely didn't even occur to him. ace king.

40s mystery style of this was so fun. odo narration is so funny bc like he doesnt wanna do it and his log is just one sentence bc he thinks its fucking stupid and then by the end of the ep hes like man am i supposed to be usign this thing as a diary?? girl dont worry about it james t kirk did the same fucking thing

final note: rom in this episode was amazing. i've never really given him more than a passing thought before this but him secretly being a fucking amazing thief was truly fantastic. sisko and odo good cop bad copping him was really funny too especially when you remember his son and sisko's son are besties. i would still rank the ferengi as my least favorite ds9 characters but i was pleasantly surprised with how often i laughed

TONIGHT: tng's "forces of nature" which sounds like. its gonna make me mad lol

#no second eop bc its bad batch night lol #personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #ds9 lb

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amonsteronmaplestreet · 11 months

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Happy Halloween!

I believe in celebrating the Spookiest Day of the Year with spooky stories, and this years I have three to share with you.

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There we have it! Have a great Halloween... If you dare! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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comidyye · 10 months

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HAIII HI IM ASH !!! im a TEENAGE brain surgeon FANARTIST whoo Also likes to make SH🥩Tposts and Edits here an theRRe !!!

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HERESSZ SOME OF my Strong Recent / curent fixations! ALSO : WHen i Fixate on a series i Usually have one character Im Obseszed w/.. I wil List them 2 !

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cr1msonsta1ns · 11 months

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For anyone interested in me making Headcannons, here are the characters I am willing to do them for.

I do Love and Deepspace, Creepypasta, The Legend Of Zelda, Attack On Titan, Demon slayer, Hunter X Hunter, and Mortal Kombat.

Creepypasta:

Male->

- Laughing Jack

- Eyeless Jack

- Jason the Toymaker

- BEN Drowned/ Benjamin Lawman

- Nathan the Nobody

- Jeff the Killer/ Jeffrey Woods

- Liu Woods/ Homicidal Liu/ Sully

- Bloody Painter/ Helen Otis

- Masky/ Tim Wright

- Hoodie/ Brian Thomas

- Ticci Toby/ Tobias Erin Rodgers

- Zalgo

- Slenderman

- Splendorman

- Trenderman

- Offenderman

- Kagekao

- Herobrine

- Surrenderman

- Hobo Heart

- Candypop

- Black Eyed Children

- Glitchy Red

- Scissormouth

- Smiling man

- X Virus

- Dr. Smiley

- Puppeteer

- Will Grossman

- Lost Silver

Female->

- Jane Everlasting

- Nina the Killer

- Lulu

- Sally Williams

- Lazari Swann

- Nurse Ann

- Judge Angel/ Dina

- Kate The Chaser

- Clockwork

- Zero

- Stripes

- Suicide Sadie

- Sadiya

- Kris Nelar

- Mary Vaughn

- Hachisukasama

- Laughing Jill

- Rouge

Monster->

- Rake

- Smiledog.jpg

- Seed Eater

- Mr. Widemouth

- Grinny Cat

- Glitchy Red

- Sonic.EXE

- Skin Taker

- SCP 173

- Red

- Pinkemania

- Momo

- Teki Teki

- Tails Doll

Legends Of Zelda:

Male->

- Link (Any)

- King Rauru (Totk)

- Ganondorf/ Ganon

- Robbie

- Master Kohga

- Sidon

- Deku Tree

- Tulin

- Teba

- King Dorephan

- Yunobo

- Beedle

- Sheik?

- Shad

- Colin

- Dark Link

- Shadow Link

- Ghirahim

- Happy Mask Salesman

- Revali

- Tael

- Zant

Female->

- Zelda (Any)

- Princess Midna

- Princess Mipha

- Queen Sonia

- Purah

- Yona

- Mineru

- Impa

- Paya

- Riju

- Buliara

- Navi

- Great Fairies

- Nabooru

- Princess Ruto

- Saria

- Tatl

-Urbosa

Animal/ Beasts:

- Chickens

- Epona

- Bokoblins

- Keese

- Horoblins

- Lizalfo

- Hestu

- Korok

- Demise

- Skull Kid

Attack On Titan:

Male->

- Levi Ackerman

- Connie Springer

- Eren Jeager

- Armin Arlert

- Grisha Jeager

- Zeke Jeager

- Porco Galiard

- Falco Grice

- Bertholdt Hoover

- Reiner Braustess

- Erwin Smith

- Marco Bodt

- Moblit

- Farlan

- Kenny Ackerman

- Kitz

- Dot Pyxis

- Hannes

- Keith Shadis

- King Fritz

- Nicolo

- Jean Kirschtein

- Onyankopon

- Floch Forster

Female->

- Mikasa Ackerman

- Yelena

- Sasha Braus

- Ymir (both)

- Petra

- Dina Fritz

- Hange Zoë

- Isabel

- Zofia

- Kiyomi Azumabito

- Carla Jeager

- Kuchel Ackerman

- Annie Leonheart

- Pieck Finger

Demon Slayer:

Male->

- Tanjiro Kamado

- Inosuke Hashibira

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

- Tengen Uzui

- Sanemi Shinuzugawa

- Giyu Tomioka

- Kagaya

- Obanai Iguro

- Gyomei

- Kyojuro Rengoku

- Muichiro Tokito

- Urokodaki

- Genya Shinuzugawa

- Yushiro

- Muzan Kibutsuji

- Rui

- Kokushibo

- Senjuro Rengoku

- Tanjuro Kamado

- Tecchin Tecchikawahara

- Kotetsu

- Hotaru Haganezuka

- Yoriichi

- Douma

- Akaza

- Hantengu

- Gyokko

- Gyutaro

- Daki

- Enmu

Female->

- Kanae Kocho

- Mitsuri Kanroji

- Amane

- Shinobu Kocho

- Kanao Tsuyuri

- Aoi Kanzaki

- Sumi Nakahara

- Kiyo Terauchi

- Naho Takada

- Nezuko Kamado

- Lady Tamayo

- Spider demon Mother

- Spider Demon Daughter

- Biwa lady/ Nakime

- Hinatsuru

- Makio

- Suma

Hunter x Hunter:

Male:

- Gon Freecs

- Killua Zoldyck

- Milluki Zoldyck

- Master Wing

- Zushi

- Isaac Netero

- Pariston Hill

- Ging Freecs

- Morel

- Hisoka Morrow

- Illumi Zoldyck

- Hanzo

- Kite

- Knov

- Shalnark

- Geretta

- Tonpa

- Zeno Zoldyck

- Silva Zoldyck

- Gotoh

- Kiriko

- Mike???

- Chrollo Lucilfer

- Kastro

- Feitan

- Phinks

- Franklin

- Bonolenov

- Omokage

- Uvogin

- Kortopi

- Razor

- Bloster

- Pokkle

- Meruem

- Shaiapouf

- Menthuthuyoupi

- Meleoron

- Welfin

- Cheetu

- Leol

- Zazan

- Koala

- Flutter

- Rammot

- Ikalgo

- Knuckle

- Shoot

Female:

- Alluka/ Nanika Zoldyck

- Biscut Krueger

- Neferpitou

- Cheadle Yorkshire

- Melody

- Palm Siberia

- Anita

- Ponzu

- Aunt Mito

- Kikyo Zoldyck

- Kalluto Zoldyck

- Amane

- Canary

- Tsubone

- Machi

- Shizuku

- Pakunoda

- Neon Nostrade

- Reina/ Shidore

- Komugi

- Hina

Mortal Kombat:

Male-

- Kung Lao

- Kenshi Takahashi

- Liu Kang

- Johnny Cage

- Bi-han

- Kuai Liang

- Raiden

- Rain

- Kano

- Smoke

- Shang Tsung

-Reptile

- Geras

- Jax

Female-

- Mileena

- Kitana

- Sindel

- Tanya

- Sonya Blade

- Cassie Cage

- Ashrah

- D'vorah

- Nitara

Love and Deepspace:

-Zayne

-Rafayel

-Xavier

-Sylus

And these are whom I'm willing to make headcannons of. If you request any of these characters and I will happily make a headcannon of them as you request.

#creepypasta #creepy #funny #pasta #headcannons #legend of zelda #hunter x hunter #hxh #anime #story #attack on titan #aot #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #shingeki no kyojin #online #fandom #fanmade

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deadgoddonoteat · 1 month

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john wade my favorite f slur

#IGNORE HOW TWINKY HE LOOKS #esaus art #the happy hills homicide #the happyhills homicide #happyhills homicide #john wade happyhills

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HEY HEY HEY(⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

ANOR ANON IS BACK AFTER THE LONGEST HIATUS AND THE MOST TOE CURLING, BACK ARCHING IDEA TO INCLUDE NBC IN TTV CAME TO ME IN ONE OF MY INTERNAL DIALOGUES

So basically, mc SOMEHOW, miraculously, manages to escape the cage AND THAT BTCH RUNS FOR THE HILLS and somehow ends up in nbc

This could go one or both routes:

Rollo is an innocent who took mc in because he pitied them and was also curious about the world they say they hail from without magic n less homicide n stuff

Orr

Rollo is a villain who took mc in because he believes that they could be of use to eradicate the nrc students or sum'

So essentially, the nrc students get invited to go to nbc as per canon plot line and are pleasantly surprised to see their recent escapee inhabiting the school they were just sent to scope out..

I'll let you take it from here(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

-Anor anon<333

(sorry for the hiatus, I haven't touched my crusty musty dusty Tumblr in like what? A month now??🥲)

OMG HII ANOR ANON!!! It's been so long!! I've also been on a few hiatuses, so I get it completely haha!! Welcome back!! <33 The internal dialogue ideas really hit differently!!!

Maybe spoilers for the Glorious Masquerade event below?

I think this could go deeper into the worldbuilding aspect of the ttv universe! If NRC is the only school that is doing this sort of thing (how Crowley makes it so nobody is ever persecuted, who knows?), then the first route would be the best option! Rollo would definitely use this to his advantage in his whole anti-magic thing! With mc there, it could definitely lead to a route of Rollo and mc working to expose Nrc to the world and to save the few good students that are left there. In that route, I could definitely see Rollo taking on a protector/brotherly route (which could possibly help him resolve his guilt over you-know-what).

In this, they could meet the families of those who died and, maybe, work to somehow stop nrc's sphere of influence and avenge those who died during that school year and the previous years. Imagine the families and friends of the deceased students, paired up with those in their communities working to take down the school (which could indluce some major governmental figures and nobility, considering the dorm leaders and students who are doing the killing ARE nobility/rich/influential). Yes, I'm thinking Ruggie's whole neighborhood, Jack's family and friends (his pack, so to speak), the first years' families, mer coming from the sea, smaller fae who've been wronged by their future king... so many people!

Anyways, if it's the other route than that means that the rest of the world is just as messed up as Nrc which is... disappointing for Mc, since their battle would never end and they'd be forced into another dog-eat-dog world. In this route, they still have Rollo as a protector, though! Even though he's not as good as Jack, he's still willing to keep them safe (in exchange for insider info on the students of Nrc). But then again, this opens ore opportunities for the students of NRC to do whtever it takes to get their otherworldly "pet" back (Again, not a happy ending for TTV!Mc).

Once they found the mc, I think they would want them back (aside from Idia for obvious reasons,,,). This could end in an all out war between the schools (as Rollo would want MC for intel on the students of nrc). I can also see him as wanting to keep mc as a pawn to negotiate with the other students (which could either work, or end terribly as the students of nrc could decide to not care about mc).

I like the concept, and really wanna explore the world of ttv in the second part (which im planning on starting very soon, once I get a plot mapped out).

it was nice to hear from you again anor anon <3

#twst #twst true villains #ttv #ttv au #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfic

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allwaswell16 · 1 year

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One Direction fics with similar vibes to the fic Beautiful War by itsmotivatingcara which is also listed below and as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

Beautiful War by @itsmotivatingcara (M, 103k)

Five years ago, Louis was nearly the next victim in a string of murders plaguing Portland, Oregon. He managed to escape and the Angel Killer was apprehended and sent to prison. Now, Louis' a best-selling author that assists state police with minor cases. He still suffers from the events of the days he'd been held hostage, but he's found ways to cope.

That is, until the killings start up again. A body was found in the woods. A body that bared the same signature the media had dubbed: The Angel of Death.

Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn't buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He's certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved.

Until they meet, and they're both left questioning everything they'd thought to be true.

Or An FBI-Clairvoyant AU

—Harry/Louis—

☽ If these walls could talk by louislittlesuns

(M, 94k, murder mystery) Harry and inspector Tomlinson get caught in a frantic race against time to solve the murder and stop rumours from spreading.

☽ Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule

(T, 93k, magical realism) Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

☽ technicolor by @creamcoffeelou

(E, 81k, serial murders) The slow-burn, hate-to-love, crime au where Harry is a psychic, Louis is a detective, and the world is against them.

☽ Baby, I think we might be too cold to float by @forreveries

(M, 81k, murder mystery) Harry is a journalist that goes to Lake Tekapo, New Zealand, to look into a girl’s disappearance after a year of no movement from police.

☽Derail the Mind of Me by pleasinglouis / @pleasing-louis

(E, 77k, Criminal Minds au) The Behavioral Analysis Unit gets called in to help a small town police department find the killer leaving behind a string of victims with a particularly jarring signature.

☽ knives don't have your back by @turnyourankle

(M, 51k, uni au) The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears.

☽ Close to Nowhere by angelichl / @loveletterharry

(E, 34k, paranormal investigators) Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

☽ once upon a dream by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution

(E, 33k, Medium/Criminal Minds au) Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

☽ Red Sun Rises (Like an Early Warning) by JessHallvol6

(E, 32k, psychic Harry) Kingsbrew Hill has a lot of things. An old record shop, a library, and plenty of rain. It also has three unsolved missing persons cases.

☽ Etched in Salt (is a cathedral of the world) by @helloamhere

(E, 24k, crime solving) Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference.

☽ my solitude ain't the same no more by cinemayougot

(M, 10k, historical) Louis is a traveling homicide detective who goes to the small town of Holmes Chapel to investigate the murder of a young woman.

—Rare Pairs—

☽ Be Still by thisonegoes

(E, 150k, Zayn/Harry) Detective Zayn AU.

☽ your crimes are quiet, my love by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 97k, Zayn/Liam) A darker Miss Congeniality AU that follows Zayn and Liam, MI5 agents, partners since training and best friends, as they race to stop a serial killer.

#ficrec #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #tracksintheam #1dsource

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9, 24 and 27 for the creator asks!

9: Would you say your style has changed a lot since you first started creating? oh for SURE. regardless of what i consider my start bc i used to gif from like 2015-2017 and then i didn't start up again until april of 2023. this time around, i have learned SO much, and i'm sure part of that is just bc of how much gif styles have changed in the last 6-8 years, but also bc i joined a couple gifmaking networks and have gotten so much help through them, found so many resources, and learned tons! to compare, here's one of the sets i was proudest of from Back In The Day. now, it's definitely not horrible, but the coloring and the slow framerate make me borderline homicidal. this one is marginally better, and i remember thinking i was really Doing Something with that typography 😂 here are some of the sets i made early on in my Return to Gifmaking this past April/May. this was one of the first times i'd ever combined multiple gifs into one and girl. what the fuck happened. why are the framerates Like That? what is this typography? i had no business making early l&o gifs 540px wide bc the quality is bad enough at 268px 💀and i think this one is a good example of i got the spirit! the execution just wasn't quite there. i like the main gif with the overlay of the sky, but i'd do the typography very differently and idk if i'd do it in b&w? i could try and remake it tbh, it's been 9 months since i made and posted it.

24: What’s your step by step? How do you organise your editing process? buckle up 😂

make clips of the scene(s) i want to use if i don't already have them

import video frames to layers

action 1: grouping and timing (groups all layers and sets frame rate to 0.05)

delete any extra frames

crop to whatever dimensions i'm using

action 2: sharpening (two smart sharpen layers) + vivid sharpening (i used this tutorial and i usually keep that folder at 30% but sometimes drop it down to 10-15%)

coloring! it depends on what i'm giffing, but i color everything from scratch at least the first time. i save a LOT of my psds, like there's one psd that i use for almost all my tfothou gifs, a couple for hill house depending on the tint of the scene i'm giffing, one for law & order that sometimes needs to be adjusted just a little, one for the good wife, one or two for satc, etc. but they're all psds that i created myself.

typography (if applicable) which almost always involves scrolling through the entire list of fonts just to use one of my go-tos

action 3: this save action from anyataylorjoy

export > save for web!

upload to hellsite (derogatory) and gifsets always immediately go to my drafts, even if i want to post them right away, just so i can make sure i'm happy with everything and try to catch any last-minute mistakes

as for general organization, i'm organized on my computer to a near-ridiculous standard, but it works for me lmao. my psds, templates, and project psds (where i save an entire finished gif if it's for a larger, complex set and then never get rid of them lmao), and all overlays, textures, icons, graphics, transitions, etc. are meticulously organized. my finished gifs are also organized into their own folders.

27: What’s your favourite font to use? in general, monsterrat. i use it for everything in google docs, and it's my fave sans serif to go with serif or script fonts. when i'm using it for giffing, i usually use semibold.

#answered #bazkrekkers #tysm melone!!

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gone-imagining · 1 year

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Law of the Jungle

TW: Missing an arm, blood, more dinosaurs choosing violence, the usual

Chapter 3: Blood in the Water

"Numerous dangers lurk below the murky waters of this ancient river, waiting for it's next meal. Don't let it be you"

Troy awoke suddenly, as the pain in the stump of his forearm surged back like a flood. "Fucking hell" He groaned, his breaths growing slowed and sharp as he gripped the stump, quickly tearing a strip of fabric from his shirt to tie a tourniquet. The bleeding quickly stopped as he began wrapping bandages where only seconds before his arm had been. He weakly stood to his feet, brushing off his pants and picking up his hat, placing it back on his dirty hair with a dusty thump.

Further up the river, Jack came to his senses. All he remembered was nearly getting trampled by a homicidal lizard. "Glad to see you up mate. Thought I lost you there" Jack turned to see William paddling the large raft he found himself in. "Where is everyone else?" William set down the paddle, squatting down to look his best friend in the eyes. "After that one guy yelled scatter, we all went seperate ways, I saw Jacob go chase after some scientists, and I saw Troy get smacked and fly down the hill." He said, his voice a bit more serious than usual "Then I saw you passed out on the ground, and I couldn't leave you to get eaten or anything, so I grabbed you and booked it" William punches Jack's shoulder gently. "Those two can handle themselves, I couldn't let you get eaten" Jack smiled, happy that if he was stuck in this green hell, he was stuck with in it with his best friend.

Troy trudged deeper down the river, waist deep in the cloudy river. He pushed the thoughts of whatever horrors lie beneath his view aside. His bare calves would occasionally brush against what felt to be slimy prehistoric fish, or something far worse. He eyed the shore, where the red devil of a dinosaur lurked, watching him with it's hollow empty socket. Troy had no doubt that it was eager to get enough bite of him, to finish the job. "Go find another meal, you red bastard!" He shouted to the beast, which responded back with a bellow. What Troy didn't realize as he vented his rage out at the dinosaur, was that there was a very important reason why it wouldn't enter the river, a reason that was slithering it's way towards the one armed sniper.

Deep in the jungle Jacob trailed behind the scientists. It was easy to track them, not only did they leave prints in the wet mud, but their path crosses into what appeared to be a maintenance road. Jacob readied his gun, as he made his way to a large gray building surrounded by fencing. Creeping into the facility, he heard sounds reminicent of a bird call. As the midday began to grow darker, turning to evening, he opened the front door, turning on the flashlight. His flashlight illuminated the facility, casting dark moving shadows as he crept deeper down the halls, his footsteps creating quiet echoes. Jacob rounded the corner to find a disturbing sight, a trail of blood and bloody footsteps leading down the hall, where a single birdlike call could be heard.

All he could do is walk forward.

#ocs #oc #original writing #original fiction #original character #original story #dino #dinos #dinosaur #dinosaurs #the law of the jungle

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Part 1: All Work and No Play

“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.” ― Bret Easton Ellis

[She looked down at the file on her desk and sighed as she signed her name on the bottom of the report. She closed it and picked it up and walked over to the cabinet in the corner of her office. Rosanna Cambry had made the 500th homicide victim in Philadelphia in 2022 and she was glad that her analysis had let to the capture of perpetrator. 2022 had been another record year for homicide and it rivaled 2021, but it was not the kind of record breaking she had been hoping for. The last time the city had this much crime had been during the nineties and the crack epidemic. The youngest homicide victim in Philly in 2022 had been just nine years old and the oldest had been seventy-eight. Thirty of the five hundred had been juveniles and seven of those thirty had been under the age of fourteen and those weren't statistics she was happy to know. Doing what she did had shown

her the cruelty people were capable of and every single case that she put into her closed drawer meant another criminal off the streets. The problem was that it was bit like the Hydra for every offender they took off the streets, two more would spring up, each getting progressively worse. More violent, the crime more egregious.

She was one of the youngest Crime Analysts employed by the Philadelphia Police Department with one of the highest success rates. Her focus was on criminal investigations and her job was to analyze and profile criminals, look for patterns in behavior, murders, and crime scenes and to help law enforcement identify the perpetrator. She had started in the intelligence analyst area, which looked for patterns in drug trafficking, prostitution, fraud, and gangs. She reviewed data, surveillance completed by law enforcement, wiretaps, reports from informants, and work completed by undercover cops. But she had transferred earlier in her career. Now that her last case had been finalized, she decided to call it a night. Securing her files, computer and drives, she grabbed her coat off the rack and and slipped it on. She hated this time of year in Philly. The weather was up and down, but usually by the time she left the office, he was getting darker and colder and she still needed to stop for dinner. After grabbing her bag and keys, she locked her office door behind her and made her way out of the building toward her parked car.

Those statistics playing over in her head again. It was hard to feel as though your best just wasn't good enough. In the short time it took for her to walk to her vehicle, she knew someone or several some ones around the city were being robbed, several cases of neglect and abuse were occurring and a handful of domestic violence crimes were being committed and it felt strange to be thinking about what she would enjoy for dinner. Especially knowing that at some point in her lifetime, she could become one of those statistics.

The drive to the Reading Terminal Market wasn't a long one. In fact, it took her longer to find a parking space then it did to get to the market, but once she was parked, she grabbed her bag and keys and made her way in. It was easily one of her favorite places to grab groceries or dinner and even lunch. She had eaten at nearly every spot in there having gone there ever since she was a kid.

She made her way through the crowd of people, which was pretty typical for this time of day, but she knew where she wa going. Straight for Spataros. She wasn't coming for the cheesesteak tonight and while she could've been shot in Philly alone for saying she didn't like Pat's and Geno's...she didn't care. She would die on that hill that Spataros had the best cheesesteaks in Philly.

She ordered her Italian hoagie with banana peppers and a few shakes of oregano, just like she always did and after she watched him make it, she looked over at row of tables were people were eating. She noticed the body language of the man who was sitting there. He wasn't eating what was in front of him, he wasn't looking at his phone or anything like that, but he was staring at a man across the floor who was sitting at another table.

"Vance, you gonna get your hoagie or what?" She looked away from the man and reached her hand out to take the paper wrapped sandwich.] Keep the change, Gil. [She started to walk away, but her eyes found that man again. She just didn't know how to turn it off sometimes, but she was off the clock and she needed to let it go. At least for the next twelve hours.

Her place was an eleven minute drive from the market and she was only too happy to have gotten there in nine. She pulled into the garage, swiped her card and then made her way toward her parking space.

She took the elevator up to her place and once she was in her front door, she set her food down, took her jacket off, hung up her bag and stepped out of her heels. She walked into her living room and picked up the remote to turn on the television. The program that was on was "I Survived a Serial Killer" and she just fine letting it play in the background. She removed her blazer and left it over the chair before walking back into her bedroom. She switched on the light to her vanity and opened her closet to pull out a nice clean pair of soft pajamas. She planned on soaking in her tub, then watching her TV show, having her dinner and likely falling asleep on the couch. Something she desperately needed since the last case she worked had taken weeks of grueling hours without any days off.

She had left her clothing on a pile on her bedroom floor and as the tub filled up, she lit a few candles and then pinned her hair up. She dropped a bath bomb into the water and watched as it started to fizz. She grinned as she put her hand on the wall and then stepped one foot and then the other into the hot water and just as she was about to sink down, she heard the sound she did /not/ want to her. It was the sound of her cell phone ringing. And it wasn't her personal cell.

That would've been too easy. No, it was her work phone and she knew she couldn't ignore it. Stepping back out of the water she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her as she rushed out to grab her phone, but she had missed the call. When she pulled it out of her bag she knew the number and she knew what the call was for. Within a few seconds the little voicemail icon popped up and she sighed. She could ignore it. She heard the woman's voice on the TV. "I had to be a voice for the women who didn't make it." She wet her lips and hit the button and then tapped the speaker icon as well. "Thal...we've got another one. And it's pretty bad. We need you back down here. Mother of three was killed. Kid's father is missing along with their three two year old triplets out on West Oak Lane. Sorry." The call ended. In the short time it took her to put on a clean pair of sweats, the city had darkened. It was selfish of her to want that time to herself and she knew that. There were too many

people that needed help. Too many people that deserved justice. The tub had been drained, the candles extinguished and the TV turned off and with her keys, purse and hoagie in hand, she walked right back out her front door.]

#TDATD #Mortal

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