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Renegades- 3

Summary: Life with James “Bucky” Barnes was supposed to be the American Dream, until you accidentally become the target of a well-known drug pusher with no reservations about putting a bullet in both your heads. Now on the lam, the two of you will go to extraordinary lengths to survive. 1990s AU

Words: 1284

Master  Part 2

Originally posted by romanian-plum

Bucky’s mistake was instantaneous. Gunfire filled the air as soon as Loki stumbled. He was shouting, reaching into his coat for his own weapon as Bucky ducked behind the red couch, but he didn’t draw fast enough. One of Bucky’s bullets pierced his gut, blood blossoming over his shirt and making the black fabric stick to his skin. He fell to his knees and then went down, face first into the pile of clothes on the floor.

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sometimesangryblackwoman  asked:

Prompt: Roland's first trip to the zoo.

Roland Hears a Who

(Lots of thanks as always to @belleoftheballpoint for giving this a read!)


It starts out the way most mornings do in the Mills household, with Mom up before the sun and Roland not long after that, Henry heading downstairs too when he can’t successfully tune out the sounds of the kid tearing through his breakfast. Robin eventually wanders into the kitchen to join them, once the smell of coffee becomes “far too much to resist,” as he says into Mom’s hair while she turns pink and pretends to scold him for sleeping in past the boys.

“‘enry,” Roland says around a mouthful of bacon, “what’s the zoo like?”

It’s only about the twentieth time the kid has asked him since yesterday, but Henry gamely pulls up a chair and begins to tick off with his fingers every last exotic creature he can remember seeing at the Storybrooke Zoo. Penguins and zebras, monkeys and crocodiles, even a few small dens of lions and tigers and – well, he refrains from mentioning the bears then, knowing what a touchy subject Oz still is with the grownups.

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[DMMD Fic] Amusement (Noiz/Aoba)

Amusement

Word count: 2,500

Summary: Written for my secret santa Aobaseragakii, with the prompt calling for an amusement park date. Takes place after Noiz’s good route.

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    Aoba’s first thought when Noiz takes him to an amusement park is what will happen if Noiz sets off the metal detector–and how he’ll explain why. His second is that he’s not entirely sure he wants to go on a roller coaster with four loops.

     Mostly though, he dwells on the first. It’s enough of a burden on his mind when Noiz asks whether or not he’s excited. Aoba lets his thoughts tumble out in a not-quite-coherent way that leaves Noiz looking at him like his head is busted for one, two, three seconds before that dumb half-interested smirk curves his lips.

“Well if it’s a problem, I’m sure I can make them see it my way.”

“Okay first of all, I don’t know if you mean whipping it out, or greasing their palms with money,” Aoba starts, “And secondly, both of those will definitely get you kicked out before we even get in.”

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This drabble was submitted to destieldrabblesdaily written by calesinlove

Fluff/High school AU.

The smell of corn dogs, churros, and the underlying stench of vomit tickled Castiel’s nose, but he was too preoccupied with his green-eyed, freckled faced boyfriend and their last night of summer before they both had to leave their home of Lawrence, Kansas for college. It was also the last night of the fair and Cas and Dean had yet to go.

“So what should we do first? Bumper cars? The footlong churro?” Dean asks his bright blue and black beauty. The bright lights made Cas’ cheekbones more prominent and his slightly chapped lips more pink. Dean couldn’t help but stare.

“How about we go play a game?” Cas quickly dragged Dean over to the balloon darts, Dean letting out a groan.

“Cas! These games are rigged and besides I want to go on the spinny one that makes everyone puke. Not throw a bunch of darts at some balloons.” Dean whines, pulling on Cas’ arm and stopping him in his tracks.

“Well how about this? If I win, we go on the ferris wheel and you can have the toy. If I lose, we can go on your vomit ride. Deal?” Cas asks, looking his slightly taller boyfriend in the eyes.

Dean leans down and kisses his boyfriend, quickly and sweetly. “Deal.”

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Secret Hunt-Winchester Sister

Hey, I know I said that i would write more, but finals and break got the best of me. I’ll try to be more routine about my writing, I promise. Anyways, I’m trying to get all my requests finished and cleared out of my inbox, so whoever requested this, I am so sorry that it’s late! I hope you enjoy this, and sorry that the ending is rushed and crappy. I love you guys. 

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Abbadon. She was Dean’s number one priority since the day she left the 50’s and into the present time. You were starting to hate her name, because that’s all you heard about for the last 3 months. 3 months, and they still couldn’t find that bitch and end her. 

That’s not the only reason why she pissed you off, though. Whenever Sam and Dean saw that she was close, they would jump up and go chase her; only to come back empty handed. You always asked to go and the answer was always the same. Sam would give you his best ‘big brother-puppy dog eyes’ and say, “You’re too young to go, Y/N, we can’t risk you getting taken or hurt, I’m sorry.” You would roll your eyes, exhaling angrily, jutting your hip out, ready to argue. Dean would always interrupt you before you got the chance to. 

“We need someone to watch the Bunker anyways. Make sure no one tries to break in.” He slaps your shoulder, taking a swig of his beer before planting a sloppy kiss on your head, Sam doing the same, then both of them are out the door, stepping in the Impala, and with a final purr of the engine, they were off.
Plopping down on the couch in the viewing room, letting your head rest against the back of the couch. What were you going to do for the next three days? Your homework for the next month was already finished, thanks to Sam and your constant boredom. You had already cleaned the entire bunker yesterday, and you had organized and reorganized your room. 

This not going on hunts thing was really starting to make your hunter’s blood boil. You knew that when Sam and Dean were your age(14), they were always allowed to go on hunts, because John would tell them that they needed to get stronger for when he wasn’t around. Now, almost 13 years later, they were the world’s best hunters and now that you’re old enough to start going on hunts, they pretty much banned you from it. That’s not fair to you. Your first thought that came into your head when they told you that you weren’t allowed to go on any hunts, was that you were a girl. At first you accepted it, but then you met Jo and Ellen and they changed your perspective on everything. They were the most badass woman hunters you knew. 

You want to feel the thrill of going on a hunt, so you did the impossible. Grabbing Sam’s laptop and searching for strange cases in town, you came up empty. Grumbling, you continued to look for cases for a good hour before almost giving up when you saw that there was a strange murder a few towns east of you. An uneasy feeling overcame your senses but you just brushed it off and ran to your room, packing things that you thought were necessary for this hunt. 

Making one last round through the bunker, double checking that everything is alright, you walked out, shivering when the chill of the wind hit your cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you set off on your adventure. To find this thing that was turning the poor town upside down. 

About a few hours of walking, and you had made it to a bus stop. Sitting on the hard wooden bench, you waited patiently for the next bus. Your phone vibrated in your pocket. Fishing it out of your backpack, you had a missed call from Sam and about 10 from Dean. This couldn’t be good. Sliding the screen right, you called your brother, not letting the fear out of your voice when you heard his deep voice answer on the third ring. 

“Where the hell are you? Cas went to the bunker to check on you, and he said you weren’t there.” Dean shouted through the phone. You flinched, afraid that he might kill you when he found out where you actually went. So you decided to lie.  

“I just went out for a walk and forgot to write a note, I’m sorry.” You said, trying not to let the fear slip through your lie. You heard Dean sigh through the speaker, which made you let out a relieved breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. He had bought your excuse. 

“Next time, if you forget to leave a note, text one of us so we don’t get a worried angel popping in our motel room, okay?” Dean said, letting his older brother seep through his almost always hunter sternness. Something you always liked about him, even though both him and Sam were pretty badass hunters, you always managed to get the soft end of their hearts. Perks of being the youngest Winchester, you guessed. 

“Will do, big brother. Be safe. I love you.” You said, smiling a little. Dean chuckled. 

“Always am, little one. You be careful on your walk, alright? Still carrying your emergency pack?” He asked. 

“Yes, Dean. It never goes forgotten whenever I go out,” You said, rolling your eyes. Just as you looked up, a large blue bus pulled up to the stop.“I have to go. Love you guys.” Hanging up, you climbed on the bus, giving the tired driver the ticket.
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When you climbed off the bus after an hour ride, you checked into your motel, getting comfortable. You spent most of the night researching on the mysterious death in the town. You felt your eyes grow heavy and you fell asleep on the lumpy motel bed. 

The sun shining in your eye meant it as a new day. You had never felt more ready to take on this, thing, that was killing and terrorizing this poor town. 

The monster threw you against the wall, surely cracking some ribs when you feel the white hot pain surge through your torso. Growling in pain, you rushed back for the thing, only to get a punch to the jaw. The monster grabbed you by the hair, making you scream in pain. Blood was streaming down your forehead, nose, and lip; your eyes were pretty much swollen shut, about 3 ribs were cracked and your hair felt like it was put through a corn shiloh. 

The monster spit in your face, throwing you down to the ground with a loud thud. 

“You’re the stupid hunter who thinks that coming out here to kill me alone was a good idea, didn’t you? What were you trying to prove?” The monster spoke, voice deep and filled with disgust and hatred. It crouched down to where you lay, trying to get a decent breath of air, but breathing was a major challenge.  

“Next time, if you want to kill me, you might want to bring a friend. You’re lucky I didn’t kill you.” It laughed, walking out of the house, leaving you in silence. 

Pain coursed through your body and you could feel the blood gushing out of your body. If you didn’t call someone, you were going to die. Castiel. He knew what to do. 

“Cas, I know *cough* I know that you’re listening to me, so if you get this, please come help me. I need you.” You said, letting tears slip from your eyes. It was nearly impossible to kill a monster on your own, especially on your first hunt. Why had you been so stubborn and disobeyed your brother’s orders? Now you were laying in the middle of nowhere, almost dead, relying on your angel to come save you. 

Black spots blurred your vision and you were on the verge of passing out, when you heard fluttering wings and heavy footsteps. Cas crouched down next to you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder, slightly startling you. 

“Y/N? Can you hear us bug?” Sam’s voice sounded. Shit. Dean and Sam were here. This couldn’t be good at all. You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut from the throbbing in your head. 

“I have to heal her or she’ll die,” Cas said, putting his hand to your forehead and you felt a warm tingly feeling radiate through your body and the pain you felt was no longer there. 

“Y/N.” Dean spoke sternly, making you open your eyes to look at his disappointed face. You stayed where you were, afraid to move.

“Yes, Dean?” You said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. 

“What the HELL were you thinking?! You could’ve died! Seriously, why would you do this? You had us worried sick!” Dean shouted, making you cringe away from his loud voice. Sam wore the same look on his face. 

“It’s not fair that you guys get to go on every hunt and always leave me alone all the time! I get lonely and just want my brothers there with me, and I never get to do anything, so I found this hunt and I thought it was easy-”

“That’s your problem, Y/N! No hunt is easy! Its extremely dangerous and-”
“Dean! She’s right. If she knew about the basics and went with us on a few hunts with us, we wouldn’t be here right now.” Sam said, siding with you. This made you smile, which made Sam give you a disapproving look. 

“Don’t think you’re not grounded for a month, because you are, young lady.” Sam said, making your smile dissolve into a frown. You deserved it.
Dean and Sam hugged you. 

“We’re just happy you thought to pray to Cas when you did.” Dean whispered, kissing your hair. “I wouldn’t know what I would do if we lost you.” He whispered, bringing tears to your eyes. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you, and I promise to never go on any secret hunts.” You said, burying your head in Dean’s chest. 

“Good. But you are still grounded for a month.” He said, pressing another kiss to your hair.

Really?

Chapter 1.

@madleidy : I finished your prompt.

Human!au

Nerd!Nico and Swimmer!Percy

“Really!? Really, Percy?” Nico asked Percy with mocking disbelief as the tad-taller boy grinned sheepishly. They were standing in front of the cinema, staring at the poster of the movie Percy picked out for them. The poster showed a couple looking at each other with such intense eyes that they could just jump each other right there. Otherwise, it was just plain, which might tell you a little about the movie itself.

“Come on, Nico! You can’t really judge a movie by its poster.” Percy tried, although his confidence was wavering inside. His fingers were either clammy from nervousness or holding the bag handle. To be honest, it seemed to be a very good idea until his idiotic self decided to choose a cinema that didn’t even sell popcorn and went for the first romantic movie he saw on the schedule.

As they walked inside, arms brushing occasionally that Percy wished he could just reached out for that smooth hand in Nico’s jeans pocket. The cinema was oddly quiet and the two were the first to settle down the seats. Nico seemed to be cautious of how there was no one but them, which resulted in Percy feeling ill at ease. The green-eyed prayed that he had a topic to talk to Nico before the movie and decided to show the shorter what he had smuggled in. To him, banning outside food was ridiculous when the cinemas didn’t even have a popcorn stall or whatsoever.

“Since there was no popcorn, I wonder if you want something to eat? Or drink?” Percy asked, hands already pulling out his food container.

“Actually, no popcorn would be a great idea.” Nico trailed off, index finger tapping on pink lips. Percy wanted to turn away but Nico then poke his side. “Don’t you remember the costume incident?”

“You looked really cute in that corn costume.” Percy said and Nico rolled his dark eyes upon which were the reflections of the trailers being shown.

“That was until I realized I couldn’t crawl through the entrance of the haunted house.”

“It was more like an unusually big dog sliding door, I think.” Percy tried not to laugh at how the security guard had been forced to take down the door and chopped it apart so Nico could escape. Percy told himself to stop being mean and continue. “I brought pizza.”

“You did?”

“In food containers.” Percy answered proudly. “Still hot.”

Come to think about it, Percy shouldn’t be proud of smuggling food in the cinema by food containers because it was out of character of him to order a bunch of food and fries so he could carefully divide them into plastic containers. The green-eyed had to admit that he wasn’t the type of people who would plan up or consider the pros and cons. However, today was different.

He was going to confess to Nico. It wasn’t his first time doing so and recalling how he got rejected made him cringe.

Percy had been fooling around too much to his own likings and he didn’t stop repenting the outcomes. One of them had been Nico’s confession. So, he was at a random frat party a few years ago (it was not even college yet) when he spotted Nico standing in a corner alone. Percy was drunk then and after having chewed some fat, he said something stupid like: “Hey, we just ‘click’. Wanna be my boyfriend?”

The problems, to his dismay, were:
1. He had had no idea Nico was digging him then.
2. He said that when he was drunk.
3. He had been with Annabeth then.
4. Nico hadn’t come out.

Nico took it badly as a joke and after trembling like there was no future for him, the onyx-eyed replied with the vehemence that squashed Percy’s drunkenness like a grape. “I liked you, Percy. You’re cute but you’re not my type. I don’t fall for jerks.” he had confessed with such venom, it felt like a punch to Percy’s guts. The teen was clearly offended and no amount of apologies Percy sputtered that night could make up to that. It took Percy three years to gain trust from the entire Angelo family, which was how Percy got to know more about the wonderful boy sitting next to him now.

Percy was determined to pour his heart out right.

“Percy, we’re the only ones here.” Nico whispered worriedly and for a second, Percy wondered if the shorter teen was anxious about being alone with him or the fact that this movie really sucked.

As an answer, Percy nodded and scanned the empty seats with surprise and some kind of mixed relief suddenly bubbled inside him. No one would be here to glare at them with disapproval and there might be a chance that he would confess more easily if there was no audience to witness this after the movie. The only thing to worry about was Nico’s reaction to whatever was playing on screen.

Percy turned to see Nico eating a slice of pizza, his eyes glued on the screen so Percy guessed the film didn’t disappoint. He wanted to stare at the angelic face for hours but every time his eyes met Nico’s, the boy would turn away quickly and his blue-food-lover-heart would sink. Percy wondered if he took Nico on a date for a drink, would he have the guts to stare at Nico long enough, not fearing rejection? He decided to concentrate on not staring at Nico then.

After what felt like half an hour, Nico tugged at his shirt sleeves with an unreadable expression. He then proceeded to demandingly pull Percy down so his mouth hovered over the reddening ears. “Percy, I tried as hard as I could, but this movie is killing me.” he said.

“I am so sorry.” Percy whispered. He didn’t know if he was sincere enough because he liked sitting next to Nico, only the two of them. Instead, he asked : “You want to ditch this thing?”

“Nah, let’s not waste our money and make use of the silence here.” Nico reached for his bag, his ponytail swirled and Percy wondered how it felt to play with that. To untie it and tangled his hand in Nico soft and shampoo-scented hair.

Percy was blushing when Nico pulled out a book and a flashlight. “What?” Nico asked, checking the cover of the book as if Percy was flustered by it.

“Nothing. I just… Do you always bring books and flashlights to the movies?” he wanted to distract Nico from his heating face but then the other boy’s face flushed as well.

“No, I don’t.” Nico answered, putting his glasses on. The glasses he only wore when he read and Percy wanted to call him nerd. “I only bring them today.”

Percy wanted to dig a hole and bury himself alive. His taste in books and movies must have been so terrible that Nico could predict something like this.

“You nerd.” Percy muttered to himself. “You adorable nerd.”

“I heard you.”

“Don’t you think they would throw us out with your flashlight?” a failing attempt at distraction.

“Nah, they are sleeping from boredom.”

“You really know how to hurt my feelings.” Percy pouted and Nico responded with a huff of his own. Then a sincere smile bloomed on his face as he said: “Hey, Percy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad I hang out with you today.” Percy’s heart fluttered inside his chest like the wings of… a seagull. Okay, no more trying to be artistic, Percy. Being with Nico had this side effect on him, Percy would always try to be aesthetic and fail all the time.

He hoped Nico meant it from his heart as the boy leaned against him with his book, sighing contently. It was his source of reassurance for the aftermath of this movie date. His fragile light of confidence was put out, overcome by his fears when Nico opened his book.

Ever since he started making it up for Nico, Percy learned that Nico read a lot, almost as much as Annabeth. While Annabeth focused on the knowledge of science and facts, Nico drowned himself in the worlds of fiction. The boy didn’t let anyone make fun of his affection for fictional characters and to him, they were untouchable. Nico was always active in ‘fandoms’ and he seemed to be a decent blogger on many websites. The green-eyed found that understandable and he himself could also go on explaining for days why loving someone’s mind and experience creations should not be criticized.

The trouble was, Percy didn’t read. They didn’t share the same hobby and while Nico’s all about learning new things every day, Percy did nothing but repeating what he loved (swimming ) and enjoying the same pleasure he got from it. Much to Percy’s horror, they didn’t have much in common and somehow he still couldn’t stop himself from falling for the adorable nerd. Percy was afraid that Nico would find him boring, just like the movie on screen.

“Nico, can I read with you?” Percy said, completely ignored the couple on screen now.

“Really?” Nico asked, almost dropped the book. He then apologized for that and warned Percy that the swimmer might not understand for not having read from the first book.

Despite that, the raven-haired shifted to change their position and pushed the book to Percy’s direction.

Percy had to admit, focusing on the pages led him to nowhere but smelling Nico’s shampoo scent and feeling the other weight against him. He noticed how Nico’s eyes would scan the pages quickly and met his from time to time. Percy was aware of how Nico knew about him not actually reading but he tried his best. The warmth from Nico would distract him as it grazed the skin on his arm, every page turning would give him a chance to admire the slim hands.

Predictably, Percy ended up asleep after shifting some more, his head rested on Nico’s hair.