THEME BY RACHEL [DUCKPONDS]


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bucky spending hours at that smithsonian exhibit, staring at everything, watching every single one of the little “newsreel” clips, getting escorted out of the museum because he’s the last one there, sir, you must not have heard our announcements, but we’re open at ten tomorrow

bucky going to the exhibit every single day for a week straight and that one older security guard is so nice to him, telling him in a low, conspiratory whisper one evening that he was there when the captain america costume got stolen by captain america himself, isn’t that just ridiculous? and you’re a dead ringer for sergeant barnes, son, you’d look good in that costume

bucky finally showing up on steve’s doorstep on a rainy evening – it’s a spacious old brownstone, sam up tippy-top, steve on the ground floor, nat in the basement – and he’d had a whole speech prepared and carefully memorized but when he sees steve’s shocked face it all crumbles and he just sort of scrambles to catch his breath, hands clenched tight in his coat pockets, prosthesis whirring, and steve just looks at him for a solid minute then tells him to come in, they’ll throw some couch cushions on the ground, it’ll be like old times, and bucky just breaks

it’s messy and it’s horrible and bucky wakes up screaming almost every night but steve is steady and solid and reassuring like he’s always been, and he asks natasha and bruce to help him find a psychologist after bucky confesses to him, barely whispering, that he thinks he needs some Help

steve being gentle with bucky because god it was hard enough to get thrown into the 21st century but getting tortured, electrocuted, tossed in and out of cryo, practically lobotomized––

steve being so fucking gentle when he helps bucky sort through his memories, starts telling him stories and leaving out details and watching that old grin slide across bucky’s face when he remembers something steve didn’t mention

steve and bucky going back to that smithsonian exhibit together on a slow, snowy wednesday morning when everyone’s at work and at school, taking their time, and there are a couple of moments where bucky starts to shut down but steve touches his shoulder or his back and they move through it together

running into that old security guard as they leave and when bucky winks at him, steve has to hide a grin because that’s absolutely the bucky that he grew up with

sometimes it’s a step forward and sometimes it’s three steps back; bucky is pretty sure the nightmares will be a constant for the rest of his life but that’s okay, because steve is there every time and–– -

well, to the end of the line, right?

hi friends i’ve expanded this post into a ficlet

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Posted Vor 1 Tag on 14 April 2014


bucky spending hours at that smithsonian exhibit, staring at everything, watching every single one of the little “newsreel” clips, getting escorted out of the museum because he’s the last one there, sir, you must not have heard our announcements, but we’re open at ten tomorrow

bucky going to the exhibit every single day for a week straight and that one older security guard is so nice to him, telling him in a low, conspiratory whisper one evening that he was there when the captain america costume got stolen by captain america himself, isn’t that just ridiculous? and you’re a dead ringer for sergeant barnes, son, you’d look good in that costume

bucky finally showing up on steve’s doorstep on a rainy evening – it’s a spacious old brownstone, sam up tippy-top, steve on the ground floor, nat in the basement – and he’d had a whole speech prepared and carefully memorized but when he sees steve’s shocked face it all crumbles and he just sort of scrambles to catch his breath, hands clenched tight in his coat pockets, prosthesis whirring, and steve just looks at him for a solid minute then tells him to come in, they’ll throw some couch cushions on the ground, it’ll be like old times, and bucky just breaks

it’s messy and it’s horrible and bucky wakes up screaming almost every night but steve is steady and solid and reassuring like he’s always been, and he asks natasha and bruce to help him find a psychologist after bucky confesses to him, barely whispering, that he thinks he needs some Help

steve being gentle with bucky because god it was hard enough to get thrown into the 21st century but getting tortured, electrocuted, tossed in and out of cryo, practically lobotomized––

steve being so fucking gentle when he helps bucky sort through his memories, starts telling him stories and leaving out details and watching that old grin slide across bucky’s face when he remembers something steve didn’t mention

steve and bucky going back to that smithsonian exhibit together on a slow, snowy wednesday morning when everyone’s at work and at school, taking their time, and there are a couple of moments where bucky starts to shut down but steve touches his shoulder or his back and they move through it together

running into that old security guard as they leave and when bucky winks at him, steve has to hide a grin because that’s absolutely the bucky that he grew up with

sometimes it’s a step forward and sometimes it’s three steps back; bucky is pretty sure the nightmares will be a constant for the rest of his life but that’s okay, because steve is there every time and–– -

well, to the end of the line, right?

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Posted Vor 5 Tagen on 10 April 2014


fallengraceless: prompts: newthermann and the way they were when they first met

Fingers drumming on a table and he’d checked three times that this is the right cafe, this is the right table, and there is no way that this disheveled, tattooed, nervous-energy disaster of a man could possibly house any of the brilliance, tact, and heart he’d seen in their correspondence, but he sits down and doesn’t even try to quash the growing, angry spite in his chest.

"Dr. Geiszler?"

"Call me Newt."

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Posted Vor 3 Wochen on 25 März 2014


dottewa: I am trusting you with THE most important thing here. It is so important. "Non-Rhotic Maine." This matters.

"You two park the car, I’ll take out the guards."

Wash doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t breathe. Bites his fucking tongue and hopes against hope that North doesn’t––

"You wanna run that by me again, big guy?"

Maine slowly turns his head. Wash is pretty sure he can get out of the car and be 20 feet away in about 10 seconds.

"Park the car. The guards are mine."

———

"Okay, in retrospect–” York’s laughing too hard to hear anything and even Carolina is grinning. “–in retrospect, it was fucking hilarious. You try hearing ‘pahk the cah’ twice in a row and not saying something.”

"Worth twelve stitches, though?"

"Worth every one of ‘em."

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Posted Vor 3 Wochen on 25 März 2014


Everyone always talks about the Drift. Always, always, always. How cool the technology is. How amazing. What a feat it is, to be Drift-compatible. How great that this is what saved humanity.

It’s what they don’t tell you, though.

The Drift with the Kaiju was full of wrongness – shakeable, ultimately, but wrongness like the time he found Mega Bloks mixed in with Legos at the doctors office and had to spend 20 minutes sorting them all out.

It was an event. Horrifying, rattling, scarring, fuck, but it was an event. Turn the page and it’s in the past. It happened and then it was gone and he had to move on to other, more pressing shit.

The Drift with Hermann was—

Well.

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Posted Vor 7 Monaten on 20 August 2013


leibhaftige:

Sam startles awake. Holy shit.

It’s been a long, long time since last he had a dream like that.

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Posted Vor 8 Monaten on 14 August 2013


sam takes initiative because it’s his turn to teach some pop culture

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Posted Vor 11 Monaten on 16 Mai 2013


Well, the person who normally works with newly-deceased Donald Westerly on his Thursday night bartending shifts is working — surprise surprise — tomorrow on Thursday, so that means Dean is now needlessly dressed in a suit and at a bar with Cas, waiting on Sam’s news from the morgue, while tonight’s bartender is making bedroom eyes at Cas.

“Definitely a wraith, though,” he mutters under his breath to Cas, taking a sip of whiskey. “An entry wound like that?”

“A kitsune would have produced a similar mark,” Cas reminds him snidely, and knocks back the entirety of his (seventh) drink in one go. Dean cringes.

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Posted Vor 11 Monaten on 12 Mai 2013


Benny watches as Dean pulls the knife out of the werewolf’s slumped, broken body; Dean sticks it back into its makeshift holster without bothering to clean it more than a quick flick to get most of the gunk off. He’d bet money that Dean used to meticulously keep it clean whenever he’d first landed his ass here.


“How long you been lookin’ for this fella?” he asks, because he’s been with Dean for maybe three weeks, and Dean sure as hell knows what he’s doing.

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Posted Vor 1 Jahr on 26 März 2013


“Ground control to Major Tom?”

“Hmm?”

He’s jolted out of zoning out by Dean’s fingers snapping under his nose and no, he wasn’t staring, he just happened to zone out in the general vicinity of an attractive person.

“Are you coming or not?”

Cas checks back in and okay – he’s got a 20-ounce double dirty chai latte in one hand (Dean had snickered when he’d ordered it) and his other hand is on the Impala’s doorhandle, okay, they’re headed back to Dean’s place for celebratory food-slash-alcohol-slash-video-games after their (admittedly brutal) 8am astro final. And maybe some sleep. Sleep sounds great. He’s hitting his lack-of-sleep limit. Chandrasekhar limit? Sleep-Schwarzschild radii. Germanic word-final devoicing. Shit. Sleep is probably a thing he needs right now.

“I… yes.”

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Posted Vor 1 Jahr on 6 März 2013