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nako-doodles · 3 years

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pick 5 people that make your fandom experience wholesome and write a small paragraph about each one of them 💖

this ask is so stanking cute? buckle in im going to be talking for a very long time 🤣🤣🤣 *taps mic* lessgetit

@cafejoon tate the sun to my moon the stars of my sky the vampire gf of my dreams, where do i even start? im so incredibly grateful that however many moons and however many suns ago we discovered we practically have the same bday, and further discovered our red string of fate via baby shark. its been just an honor and a joy knowing you and talking to you and just being your moon and basking your solar brilliance. heres to another couple millennia together darling. 🥰🥰🥰

@stargazingjin rebecca the jk to my jin the funniest dorkiest person i know the other half of my chaos braincell the most talented photographer E V E R i love you 🥺🥺🥺 youre always so down-to-earth and the bright spot in my days of thunderclouds and lightning (very literal lately) and the hot chocolate on my sleepless nights. cant wait to be the most embarrassing duo at the airport with you darling 🥰💖✨

@jincentvangogh vero the reason why i dont need to go to the gym to get abs i love you 🥺🥺🥺 thank you for indoctrinating me into all of the hip anime and for basically curating your tiktok foryoupage to be for the two of us. our daily min yoongi kim namjoon christian yu nanami kento induced mental breakdowns is honestly what keeps my skin clear. its an honor to be a thirsty hoe with you love 🤣✨😉

@mintagust reka your the flying buttresses to my gothic cathedral the min yoongi of bangtan. thank you for always being so supportive and loving and funny and for always sending me msgs 🥺🥺🥺 they make logging onto this hellsite so worth it i love you so so so much. its an incredible honor to see your artwork and gifs i hope you always send them my way 🥰💖✨

@thatredwine erl! thank you for always sending me the cutest funniest asks and tagging me in the bestest jin content on this hellsite. im not sure what i did to deserve such a fantastic person to bring so much joy and serotonin in my life, but i am grateful everyday for your presence. i hope whatever is stressing you out has been banished from the mortal plane 😌🥰💖

@yoongisbengaliwife t youre just such a bright spot in this fandom im sure im not the only one absolutely in love w you. you bring so much joy on your blog it always kinda feels like a beach vacay every time i got on tbh. ur eid selfies yesterday were so cute i literally turned into heart eyes emoji. thank you for being so supportive and iconic 🥺🥺🥺

@taemaknae nicole youre just so creative and talented with all your edits and mbs and icons and headers it always blows me away. i can always tell who is using your headers and icons bc of your style which is like. super sexy of you 😳😳😳 i love reading your tags and it truly blows me away that your my moot??? like in what universe?????? anyways thank you for sticking up for me and being so iconic 🥲😎🥰

@jinbestboy ugh em you improved my tumblr experience at least a hundredfold by establishing the jinie moot club tbh. thank you for being so funny and loving and jincredible in the tags i love love love reading through them. im sorry i havent been able to keep up w the posts but as soon as im not a zombie im coming back just you wait....just you wait........🤣🥰💖

@luvsjoon cat when i tell you i go on your blog at least once a day to cleanse my vibes and get some serotonin pumping......i read your blog like the morning paper. youre such a happy and bright and sweet presence on my dash.e thank you for being you im a life long fan of you tbh ✨💖🥰

@gimbapchefs nat how do you literally write the funniest captions and come up w the most hilarious gif comps like????? *shakes empty cap* spare funny bones pls. anyways youre such a cool person i look up to you a lot. thank you for blessing us plebes with your iconique self and i cant wait to see what other beauties you make 😳✨💖

@jung-koook sky ill be honest w you. im still shook your my moot and like?? talk to me??? the day you followed back i literally almost accidentally unfollowed you bc i was too busy freaking out. i am in love w you and your content and how quickly and gorgeously you pump out a+ content. youre one of the reasons why i love being on this hellsite thank you for being a pillar of this fandom 🥰💖✨

@koolabjamun aahana darling youre so incredible. you have such a big heart and are central to so many world-changing community bonding things here. im literally always so fucking in awe of you and proud to be your moot. keep being such an iconic human ill try my best to support you ✨💖✨

@seoksjin ellie i kid you not if those hp moving pics were a thing irl, i would print every single one of your gifs out and hang them on the walls. every time you gif jin i ascend to the 7th dimension i astral project to alpha centauri i literally melt into a non-newtonian solid. thank you for being such a jintegral part of being a jin stan🥺😳🥰

@blondesuga melissa if i could marry your giffing style i would. your coloring on your gifs are so fantastic im just permanently shedding heart shaped tears when i see your content. anyways ill be permanently moving to your seokjin boyfriend gifs this has been my written advance notice 😳😋🤣

@taejinnies anj im very much in love with your sexy fifth dimension unable to be perceived by mere mortals galaxy brain. your content is so unique and beautiful and funny and iconic i just. god. im literally one ill adviced chaosing away from getting down on one knee tbh ✨💍✨

@rosebowl sharika hello its me the girl who is very much in love w you. your 100 days of jin is partially why im just barely hanging onto my sanity and also constantly on this hellsite. i love seeing you in my notes and on my dash its such an honor being your moot thank you for being loving and iconic 🥺🥰✨

@jihopes jules youre just such a warming loving iconic talented cornerstone of this fandom thank you for tagging me in your tag games and being so funny and iconic and casually one of the most talented people i know mwah 💖😳😎

and lastly: thank you to everyone following this chaotic mess of blog and interacting w me even tho im shy and get flustered easily 🥺🥺🥺 seeing you on my dash and in my activity honestly makes all of tumblrs flaws and malfunctions worth it i love you ✨✨

#also define '5' and 'small paragraph' like i understand the assignment but i dont understand constraint #this turned almost into a follower forever ioajgiorjgioa im aoigjiorejgoiajo #anyways im sorry if i missed you im doing this during my break at work bc im almost at the end of my 11 day work week #and im perishing as we speak #these are in smaller font or else im afraid your eyes are going to cross aoisjgoiarjgoa #*inserts those fanfic tags where its like 'no beta we die like men' but its like 'no proofreading we love like fools'*#ans

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polzkadotz · 4 years

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commission: the seas be ours and by the powers where we will, we’ll roam (T) | a stucky fanfic

Fandom: Captain America (All Media Types)

Categories:M/M

Relationships: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes

Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Sarah Rogers (mentioned), Joseph Rogers (mentioned), Natasha Romanov, Brock Runlow

Additional Tags: (mild) Angsty with a Happy Ending, Inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean, Alternate Universe - Pirates, Reunions, Drowning, Magical Ships, Alternate Universe - Magic, Temporary Character Death, Secondary Character Death, Mentions of Suicide, Kidnapping, Confessions, no beta we die like meh

Honestly, Steve didn’t know if he was excited about finally going onboard a ship that would sail with him on it or if he was somewhat disappointed to be dragged onto it by pirates.

Now, some people might say he should’ve been scared. Steve had little time to devote towards such a feeling, but he could understand why a normal person would be scared in his situation. Steve was just the sort of person who was born with a low self-preservation drive and a high confrontation drive. On top of that, Steve tried not to let himself be afraid, especially when he was in a situation ‌he would need to keep his cool to get out of, quickly.

Using his brains instead of brawling, which… was rare. If Steve could throw a punch in a situation where smooth-talking wouldn’t solve the issue he would just do it. However, he had to be honest: it rarely worked out in his favor. Steve knew how to fight, but he was much shorter and had less strength/reach than other people.

Even if Bucky had still been around (alive, a part of Steve’s brain whispered to him, and he did his best to squash it into nothingness), Steve doubted his help would’ve been useful. It wasn’t something they would be able to win, and it wasn’t something Bucky could simply swoop in and try to salvage with his charms.

The pirates had said who they were looking for. Rogerses, not Barneses.

At least Steve could have told Bucky he volunteered himself for a good cause—a truly good cause. Usually, Steve knew why he should stand in front of other people: to help them when they couldn’t speak for themselves, or to make a target of himself so he could buy some time for the person to get away while Steve was hit and thrown around.

Technically in that situation, Steve had been helping all the people in their village, including Bucky’s family. The pirates were not mingling around them anymore, but were now shuffling along uproariously up the plank while Steve tried his best to look dejected or hopeless. Mostly what Steve was feeling was the aforementioned dilemma of not knowing exactly what to feel about his current fate.

Bucky would’ve minded a lot how aloof Steve was feeling about the whole deal. However, Bucky had gotten himself dead at sea three years prior. Steve’s mom had also passed a few months prior. Steve had nothing to keep himself in check and no perspectives. The Barneses made sure to take care of him, but Steve couldn’t help the feeling of being a burden, even though he knew Mrs. Barnes would vehemently protest against that notion.

It could seem as if Steve had thrown himself into this situation because of a death wish. The truth, however, was that Steve’s soul was a tiny life-boat left bereft in the turbulent ocean that lived inside his mind. The fact that Steve could see his tiny life-boat about to be swept up by a sizable wave of dangerousness was exciting for the first time in a long time for him.

In the end, it didn’t feel like wishing for death. It felt like finding something to keep him alive.

Steve stumbled when the pirate behind him pushed him up the gangway. He wasn’t used to the rocking of a ship, even though he had always wanted to be in one and work at it, like his father before him. Steve knew that, at sea, just one single misstep was enough to let him experience no mercy from Lady Ocean.

The pirate who pushed him did nothing to prevent Steve from going down on the deck, hard. Not that Steve expected it, but he just couldn’t help but think about making a smart ass comment—then he remembered that he wasn’t around the usual idiots of his tiny port village so, for once, he listened to the inner voice that told him to fucking calm down, Steve; I know you don’t know how to run from a fight, but—

Steve stopped that voice once again, feeling the anguish that had plagued him for three years for a few seconds and then letting it die alongside its rightful owner. Having ghosts in his brain was fair enough, taking into consideration how many deaths he had to deal with in his life. Having one of those ghosts become his consciousness? Steve didn’t hate himself that much.

The wood creaked under Steve’s body weight and Steve didn’t know if he should be flattered or worried—it creaked again as he was lying on it without moving and he shifted to definitely worried. Steve didn’t weigh a lot and wood was prone to creaking, but that had been a loud complaint. Too loud for Steve’s weight.

Steve knew it probably wouldn’t be a great ship before he’d even gotten on board, but now that he looked at it…

It was undoubtedly not a good ship.

Yes, Steve knew that most sailors had the philosophy that as long as it could float, it was a good ship. As long as it was sailable, it was a good ship. As long as it could take them to the place Steve’s father had hidden that compass—oh mysterious compass that Steve definitely knew how to find—it was a good ship.

And these lunatics were about to make it sail during a storm that Steve could almost taste in the back of his throat.

Steve turned on his back and looked up at the sky. He was used to reading the weather since he was a kid—with the knowledge his mother had gifted him and also what he had gathered by himself because he thought he would need it in the future.

Steve was proud of his knowledge but still… you didn’t have to be a genius to observe that the ocean was a little too agitated to mean anything other than a big storm coming. The size, color, and general angriness of the clouds that were fast approaching were also a big tell.

“Looks like it’s going to rain a bit,” Steve said nonchalantly, still on the ground. The pirate who had been pushing him forward seemed to get antsy at Steve’s inaction because he grabbed Steve up by the back of his shirt and used it to hoist Steve roughly back onto his feet.

The pirate didn’t let him go, though—Steve was roughly pulled closer to the terrible breath that came from the man’s mouth, his upper lip glinting in the moonlight from moistness.

“You shut up, you little shit, before I take your—”

“Rumlow!” A man barked, and both Steve and the pirate turned to look at the man approaching them. Steve had known since the village that the older man approaching was definitely important—most likely the captain since he had been the only one addressing the mayor back at their village, even though he hadn’t introduced himself at all.

The way Rumlow stiffened, though… It was interesting, definitely.

The man ran his fingers through his own blond hair, slightly too long and much more well-cared-for than anything Steve had ever heard of for a pirate or a man of the sea. He was too well-groomed, even in comparison to the normal working men. He was also charismatic, as he asked the villagers who had been gathered in front of their tiny church to listen as he asked for “any Rogerses alive”.

Steve, as established, had volunteered himself. Not only was he alive and a Rogers, he also would never let the destruction that had already befallen parts of the village to continue if he could prevent it. Despite the look that Mrs. Barnes gave him, Steve didn’t allow any doubts when he told the pirates that he was the only Rogers alive.

It was true, although it hurt to say it without being able to properly show his grief. It had only been two months for Sarah, but Steve knew already: grief wasn’t something short-lived. Or publicly shown in a life or death situation.

After the frankly unhinged smile the blond pirate gave him, Steve had been manhandled closer to the captain and quietly informed that his father stole something from a pirate, years ago, and that this gentleman would very much appreciate it if he could have the compass back. The man also said that nobody else would get hurt if Steve could simply give him the compass as fast as possible.

“I can’t,” Steve’s mind worked frantically, but all he could come up with was, “It’s buried on an island.”

It sounded desperate. Sounded like a lie, which… it was, but that also wasn’t good.

“That’s too bad,” the captain smiled despondently, but it reeked of falseness. “Looks like you don’t want to cooperate.”

Steve had no other choice than to do his best to reassure the man that he knew the way to the compass inside the island, but he didn’t know the island’s name. His father had pointed it out to Steve on a map, so he knew how to find it again if he was handed a map of their coast.

Steve was an artist, Steve told him. He had never forgotten what it looked like.

At the pirate’s long stare, Steve had frantically described an island of average size, with two waterfalls spaced close together at the highest point possible, which made it look like the stones were perpetually crying.

“I can recognize it on a map if you bring one to me, I swear.” Steve licked his lips and knew that he looked nervous, but hoped it would read as fear for their situation, instead of the blatant lie he was telling.

That was how Steve had ended up there, having Rumlow’s fingers pried away from his shirt by the captain and released with two pats on his shoulders while the man inserted himself between Rumlow and Steve. After a few seconds, Rumlow hissed in pain, but Steve didn’t want to take his eyes away from the captain to figure out what was being done to him. Steve didn’t particularly care about it, but he did care about moving away as fast as possible from the actual threat.

The captain just smiled under Steve’s attention. “You will be taken to my cabin. You will wait there until someone brings you the maps we have available.”

Rumlow hissed again, and then the blond man grabbed Steve’s neck. Steve tried not to tense up too much but it was impossible, especially when the captain pressed his fingers for a few seconds and then loosened it a little—but not completely. “I hope for the sake of your well-being and of your village‌ that you can point out this mythical island. And, if that island isn’t that mythical, that the location of the compass isn’t as well.”

Steve never had the winning smile that his late best friend had. Even before spending months and months at the sea, Bucky had been a master of being charming. Steve’s heart panged as he tried to mimic Bucky’s expression, trying not to think about him when he couldn’t, just couldn’t and—

Steve had to buy time for his village. He hoped they would be able to contact someone that could keep the pirates away when they came again and, for that, he needed to seem confident and calm. Bucky had always done that for Steve, but Steve had to ‌make it work himself.

So Steve smiled and said, “As long as there’s no storm, I can find the island for you.”

The captain laughed softly. “Why would the storm impede your vision?”

“Not my vision; my stomach. I don’t think I could point out anything if my stomach is as upset as the sea seems to be right now.”

“Well, then I hope you can find the strength to go back to looking for the island even after being sick. I can’t control the sea but I can very much open a hole in your stomach for you so there’ll be nothing in it to bother you.”

Steve wanted to roll his eyes, but that would be unwise, so he decided to simply nod. “That sounds reasonable, thank you so much.”

It only took another smile for Steve’s neck to be released. Unfortunately, Steve’s freedom was short-lived, his neck being grabbed once again by Rumlow—who was much gentler about it and a lot quieter—dragging Steve to what he could only hope was the captain’s cabin. Steve could do nothing but try not to stumble again as Rumlow got less and less careful the farther away they were from the captain.

The sea didn’t make things easier for him, as it kept rocking at its own enigmatic rhythm.

Steve was used to not receiving the impossible things he wished for.

Steve hated that he was proving Bucky right. All those times they got into an argument in their youth about how Steve would actually behave if he stepped onto the deck of a ship as a worker of any kind coming back to loom over Steve.

But the truth was the calmest, clearest pool of water Steve had ever had the displeasure of looking. There was nothing Steve could do to cloud the vision of the truth rocks on the bottom of it, or even to murk the waters a little.

And the truth was: Steve didn’t have the stomach to withstand the rocking of the ship above an ocean with a personal, unnamed vendetta.

He’d say it was a blessing that Bucky wasn’t there to see it, but that thought was too horrifying to entertain. Bucky’s body currently belonged to the sea and, if things didn’t turn around, Steve’s body would follow Bucky’s soon enough—but sooner than that would be the contents of Steve’s stomach joining the waters.

On the next lurch, Steve’s grip on the chair wasn’t enough and he fell hard on his knees, hissing. Steve tried to grab the chair again but stopped trying when the short, sarcastic chortle arose over the rumpus of the storm.

Steve turned to look at Rumlow, who had been left in charge of looking after him when the maps were brought to the cabin by two frazzled-looking pirates. Rumlow had been ghost-quiet up until then, content with just staring as Steve tried to look at the maps pinned to the table, but also keep himself from being thrown around the cabin—a quiet that he clearly wasn’t interested in maintaining anymore. Rumlow hadn’t struck Steve as someone who knew how to shut up though, so Steve didn’t have to say anything to prompt the pirate into speaking his mind.

“You’re pathetic,” Rumlow said, still chortling. The knuckles of the hand that he used to grip the door frame of the cabin were bone-white, but Rumlow didn’t seem fazed or bothered by it. “How the fuck are you Rogers’ son?”

Steve might like to know what sort of stories a pirate could tell about his father because Sarah Rogers had never implied that her husband had any kind of fame with the celebrated members of society. Steve’s father had sailed for the Queen… Surely he couldn’t have been close to any pirates in order to inspire the subdued reverence present in Rumlow’s voice?

Not that it mattered right then if Rumlow had stories about his father. He knew nothing about Steve, who hadn’t even mentioned who was his father. Steve had just said he was a Rogers. Sure, he had similar features to his father’s, but Steve had always resembled the delicate bird-structure his mother had.

However, Steve’s priority laid far away from all of that, on the path of annoying little shit and he couldn’t stop himself as he said, in his best condescending tone, “Well, you see, when two people have married in the eyes of God, it’s asked of them to confirm it by—”

“Shut the fuck up, it wasn’t an actual question.”

Steve kept his gaze on Rumlow a little longer, trying his best to look judgmental. Steve had loads of experience on that sort of look, put he also paired with a tiny amount of pity. “You don’t look like you get it. Do you even know what sex is?”

Rumlow made to take a step closer, thoughts clearly overtaken with violent intent, but then someone screamed, loud enough to overcome the sound of the angry sea and the raging storm they had been stuck on after just a little time after sailing, like Steve had predicted silently.

Rumlow’s expression had turned worried and Steve wanted to taunt him—if Bucky was here, he’d know exactly what Steve was thinking about doing and they would’ve bickered, but…—but he just couldn’t pick up a fight when pirates were screaming outside. If they were screaming, things were probably not good.

Steve remembered his mom’s stories. Sarah tried to pick something else a few times, a normal fairy tale with its patent happy ending, but it didn’t matter—it never had the same pull, and Steve would beg for something sea-related.

Growing up, the praises for his dad came from a lot of different people, all agreeing that Joseph Rogers was an incredible sailor who knew how to weather against anything at sea. It was his greatness that took him to the position of Captain, even if he was incredibly young. _Such a shame!, _they all said to tiny Steve, his shipwreck was so terrible…

No one was surprised that Steve had become obsessed with it.

His mom would humor him. Steve doubted all stories were real, but Sarah Rogers was an incredible storyteller—and Steve was easily amused. Put some heroic acts, some righteousness, and that was enough to satisfy Steve.

However, Sarah had always included vital pieces of information for Steve, that had worn its course over Steve’s mind: when the sea couldn’t contain itself, overflowing its rebellion, it should be noted that it wasn’t simply what the sea itself could hold naturally. The anger also came from rivers and waterfalls, all the ire of whatever body of water that had contributed its share to the ocean’s volume.

The sea was beautiful, exciting, full of adventures—but it was also hungry, waiting for the right moment to unleash its power and eat away the daring ones. The fools.

Steve sometimes thought his mother had tried to instill that message on him, so he would desire the adventures less, but it only served to make Steve more excited. Eventually, he tainted Bucky with the same desire. At that point though, Sarah had already accepted she had done her best to make sure Steve respected the sea.

So Steve knew the sea couldn’t suppress all her anger, and that it didn’t operate with the laws of logic, but rather the laws of the starved. As such, the sea was to be respected when her hunger was most evident—when its cold depths could almost boil entire ships into oblivion.

Monsters and great sea creatures were part of adventure stories, but the real world’s sincerity was the incontestable fact that the sea was a monster by its own merit. To Steve, it was obvious that this crew’s greed would be proven as not even an infinitesimal speckle next to what the ocean’s felt for them.

Steve was more than honored to offer the sea a perfect chance for a meal. Even if it came with the cost of his own life and the eternal mystery of his father’s connection to an elusive pirate’s compass.

It still didn’t feel like a death wish, though he accepted the chance of death.

The ship gave another sudden lurch and Steve shook off his distracted thoughts as he almost hit his head on the wooden floor. Steve had to stretch a little, but he was able to tighten his grip on the leg of the chair, grateful that it was bolted into the old ship. He looked up at the snort that Rumlow gave, but before either of them could say anything, they both heard the sounds of steps running towards them.

“Captain told you to go up,” the arriving pirate said without even bothering with catching his breath. “We just lost Big Henry overboard.”

Well. That explained the scream.

“What about him?”

They both turned to look at Steve, who probably looked green around the edges while he tried not to be thrown around the cabin. Steve tried his best to look even more pitiful, so they would leave him alone.

“He’s not going anywhere if he wants to live.”

It took maybe a couple of seconds for both of them to leave, running. Steve wanted to get up and go after them, just to taunt. “If he wants to live?” Steve wanted to laugh. Even if Steve did give them the fucking compass, Steve knew what they were planning. Steve had come on this ready to best them at wits, but now Steve would have to rely on a lot of luck to win over the ocean.

Steve thought about getting up and making his way back out, so he could throw himself off the ship, and leave his body at the mercy of the sea. It wasn’t about dying, but simply a way out.

Even, better, the fact that the pirates would have been thrown in this storm for nothing? They had been desperate for the compass, enough to face this storm as quickly as possible. To make them lose everything… Steve really wanted to get up and find his way out. His stomach was quick to remind him that getting up was a terrible idea, so Steve did his best to control it as he thought about what he could do right then.

Steve didn’t have time to consider for too long, or to even control his lurching stomach. He heard a loud noise of wood snapping. Steve froze, still holding onto the chair desperately, but to no avail, apparently; there were many people trying to scream louder than nature, but then—

Water. Water everywhere, louder than anything Steve had ever heard, coming towards everything and filling his world with saltwater and, eventually, his insides as well, so overwhelmingly cold but also burning.

Also,quick.

Oh no, we’re sinking. This is so sad, Steve had time to think as sarcastically as he was able. He couldn’t even pretend he was trying to survive. There was no swimming against all that force, though. There was no air to breathe, only water. Soon, but not as soon as Steve thought it would be, his vision went black and Steve for once in his life didn’t fight at all.

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