#the last gif is my favorite shot and scene...just waiting who's gonna draw out who first *chef's kiss* | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

idga-buck · 3 years

Text

Some and Others, 3/?

Earth’s mightiest heroes save the city again, but that’s never the end of the story.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4,301

Content: canon typical violence, death, destruction, swearing

Bucky was going to call. He just didn’t. He was surprised you hadn’t and overwhelmingly disappointed that it meant if he was going to apologize, it was a conversation he’d have to initiate himself. It could wait though. Just a little longer while he figured out what he wanted to say.

A week later, the Post ran a story about the same gossip site that had leaked your photo of him being shut down after many of their stories and photos were found to be fake. A rarity for the world of journalism these days, Sam noted casually as they stopped at a newspaper cart. Bucky bought a couple candy bars and watched the man with the thick black mustache and the gold chain slip copies of the article in front of a few of his worst sellers. Could he actually be that lucky? It was an easy out after a week of dodging questions and trying to remind the world to stay out of his business.

“So that photo of you? The secret girlfriend?” Sam waited for Bucky to respond, but when the centenarian opted to buy a Pay Day instead, he watched closer. Bucky hated that. Sam said he had a staring problem, but Sam was the one with x-Ray vision. He could read people, read a room, read Steve’s body language from across a battlefield and adjust his position without being told. As annoyed as Bucky acted when paired up with Sam Wilson, he was one of the few people in this century that Bucky Barnes respected. Truly. Except for that moment on a street corner when brown eyes were scanning his complete lack of guts and deciding what was worth commenting on.

“Yeah,” Bucky ripped open the wrapper a little too aggressively and responded with peanuts between his teeth. “It wasn’t real.”

Sam nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets while Bucky stuffed his face. “I don’t know how you land the fake girlfriend story, when I’m right here,” they started walking away from the stand while Sam jabbered on. “And lookin’ as fine as I do? Come on, man,” he danced ahead of Bucky a few steps, forcing him to look up. “You know this would make a better story.”

Before Bucky could say anything, a loud crash echoed between the buildings. Nothing was visible from their block, but both men, trained for combat, were instantly on alert.

“That for us?” Sam asked, eyeing the busy intersection.

“No,” said Bucky, a clipped tone in his voice as he shook his head and started walking again.

Another crash, this time accompanied by the faint human noises that usually follow tragedy.

“You sure about that?” Sam’s eyebrow shot up.

Sirens from every kind emergency response vehicle blared in the distance, growing louder then quieter again as they wove their way through the streets, changing directions to avoid traffic.

Bucky pointed at a passing fire truck, waiting until it had turned down another street before speaking. “See? They got it.”

Then Sam’s phone rang and Bucky swore, planting his hands on his hips while whoever was on the other line confirmed that the emergency growing in the distance was in fact for them. Sam placed the call on speaker and gave their current location. Stark’s voice was muffled and metallic, the way it usually was while calling from inside his fancy helmet, but he told them to stay put as he did a fly by with Sam’s equipment.

“Tell the Tin Man he’s got a special delivery,” Tony informed them from somewhere overhead.

“They're your wings,” Bucky grumbled, looking up from the ground as the familiar glare of Iron Man’s thrusters came into view. “And your robot.”

“First of all,” Sam informed him. “Red Wing isn’t a robot. He’s a drone.”

“It,” Bucky corrected, “is a robot.”

“I’m gonna tell him you said that,” said Sam before pointing up to where Iron Man had doubled back to get a better angle. “And… unlike some of us present, my body is exactly as God created it, flesh and bone.”

“Pop up, deep center,” Tony’s voice rang out obnoxiously through Sam’s phone once more.

Bucky watched a black bundle falling from the sky, trying to position himself under it and pushing more than one pedestrian out of his way to do so. “Actually, I was a catcher back in ‘32.”

“THEN CATCH!” Sam hollered just before the EXO Falcon gear landed square in Bucky’s chest, forcing him off his feet and onto his ass, skidding to a stop on a sidewalk while the people around them scattered, gasping and grabbing at their phones to take pictures of the two Avengers. Bucky laid flat on his back, both arms still wrapped around the bundle, and took a deep breath when Sam stood over his head, arms shooting out to his sides as he yelled “SAFE!”

Bucky groaned and tossed the black bag up into Sam’s arms, hard enough to make him stumble but not enough to knock him down. “Should have said ‘out.’” Bucky grumbled and Sam chuckled as he dug through the bag for his equipment. “Safe makes it sound like I-”

“You really wanna argue about baseball right now,” Sam laughed, securing his wings over his torso and releasing them both with a flash as if stretching before a fight. “Or are we gonna go save the world?” Bucky didn’t answer, just took off running in the direction of the screams. “That’s what I’m talking about,” said Sam to himself, shooting up into the air.

…

Robots. Drones. Whatever they, Bucky Barnes has decided that he hates them.

Fighting Nazis was easy. Not physically. Not when your gun isn’t really yours and the food sucks and you’re almost as worried about losing your toes as you are losing your team. But it made sense. These men in their wool coats wanted innocent deaths. Something in Bucky that had been there all along was born anew in the war. He was a protector. Of his sisters, of Steve, of his country. It made sense.

Nothing about Hydra made sense and the therapist he stopped seeing told him it was okay to think about those years differently than the rest. So he did.

When T’challa presented him with a black vibranium canon for his left side, the enemy was otherworldly. Literally. They didn’t bleed like men. They made horrible screeching noises when they died, but even that was different from me. They rode disgusting creatures with teeth that could have scratched his arm if he’d let them get close enough. They were invaders, their leader sought destruction on an even greater scale than the War. Bucky was a protector again, protector of Earth, of life in the universe. An unimaginable title for the boy he’d been, sitting in front of the radio with his family and marveling at the president's voice. It’s not like he was eager to do it again, but space invaders whose goal was universal genocide would be met with the business end of Bucky’s favorite rifle.

Fighting robots, however, was fucked up.

Bucky was still processing his new life, still getting used to the idea that people carried plastic cards in their wallets and could pull money out of the walls with just a few buttons. There were movie theaters with screens two stories high. Cars plugged into the sides of hotels. The cell phone in his pocket was overwhelming as is. In a few minutes, he could buy all the clothes he’d ever need, pay for dinner, and talk to people across the country. It was baffling.

All this technology, all this progress, and of course there were people who weaponized it. Bucky hated that. He remembered science fairs, remembered Howard Stark’s big promises. There was so much hope in him as a young man. He’d live to drive a flying car, his children would learn about the world through a holograms in their livingroom, his grandchildren would live on the moon. The possibilities were endless. So much so that people with horrible intentions for the world also believed that the possibilities were endless, forcing Bucky into his current position.

His thighs were wrapped around the base of a machine, arms wound near the top. He threw his shoulders back with all of his might, squeezing his legs in the process, and didn’t stop until the metal gave way. Bucky fell onto the pavement with his own momentum, the enemy in two pieces with wires exposed and frizzling as they died. He dropped the robot and rolled to his side, observing the scene around him. Steve used a cleaner approach and sent his shield flying through the air. Three more bots’ were sliced in two, the last of which was pinned by the shield into the side of a brick building. Sam circled above, with Redwing swooping below to draw laser fire away from bystanders while Wanda tried her best to herd them away, spinning to throw angry red energy at anything that came their direction.

“Sergeant Barnes!” The familiar and overly excited voice of the kid in blue and red spider gear startled Bucky. The kid swung in unexpectedly, decked out and ready to help. Bucky didn’t care that he was probably skipping school to do so and swung his vibranium arm behind him, the metal of another droid crunching under his elbow. “How can I help?”

Bucky squinted, a little dumbfounded at the question. There was a six block radius being overrun with droids, drones, robots- whatever- and people were terrified. “Pick something,” he grunted, taking the robot's head… top part, between his hands and twisting until it gave way and the bottom half dropped powerless to the ground.

Just then the sound of metal screeching pulled both their eyes to a city bus being thrown around like it was weightless, crunching the vehicles nearby, and sending more people into a frenzy as buildings were still evacuating onto the street. “That! Pick that!” Bucky commanded and the kid flew away, attached to a white string like a kite. Two more robots were approaching from the sidewalk, red eyes glowing and ready to fire. Bucky looked around the street for something, anything that he could use before deciding on a minivan. The windows looked clear, driver and passengers already scampering away at the first sign of trouble, so Bucky planted his boot into the back door and kicked. The door caved in and the vehicle flipped onto its side before skidding to a halt on the sidewalk and crushing the robots beneath it.

“Uh! MISTER BARNES, SIR, SARGE-!”

Bucky turned back to look at Peter, propped up on a light pole and leaning so far back his body was almost parallel to the ground. The only thing keeping him upright was the two thick white webs attached to the bus, one at the front and one at the back. It was tipping over dangerously low, trapping a small group of people between the bus and two buildings, one that had smoke billowing out the windows. This was a mess.

Bucky ran through the street, jumping onto the hoods of abandoned cars to avoid weaving between them before leaping off an SUV and rolling back into a run on the sidewalk. A laser struc Peter, knocking him clean off his perch, and the webs supporting the bus went dangerously slack as it started tipping toward the trapped people again. Bucky jumped, wedging himself between the building and the collapsing bus with great effort. His shoulders dug into the brick behind him and his thighs burned as he shoved the bus away from the wall, gritting his teeth as he felt it slowly start to tip away from the ground. The kid was now on the ground somewhere out of sight and Bucky had to hold back from sending the vehicle flying, lest he squash Stark’s favorite spider in the process. The tension in his legs grew as he held it steady, adjusting his feet and shoulders until he felt it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hey!” He called out to the people below him. “Get out of here, go!”

There were rushed thank yous and lots of tears as the crowd dispersed from their trapped position. But one voice stood out among them and it made Bucky’s heart speed up.

“Bucky?! Oh my god, BUCKY!”

Bucky’s eyes were closed under the strain, but he’d know your voice anywhere. He opened them just in time to see Peter recover and zip off in a new direction. Bucky released his breath and shoved his feet out hard, tipping the bus back. He dropped from the wall and grabbed you as the bus wobbled precariously in both directions before finally falling into traffic and directly onto the roof of an empty red sports car.

Bucky hadn’t realized how tight he was holding you until you said his name again and the word was broken. His arms relaxed a bit, but you made no move to run away… or let go of his jacket. The two of you just stared at each other, breathing heavily, before screaming drew your eyes away. The small crowd of people you’d been stuck with were running away from where you stood, but the two in the back collapsed, their bodies charred and heavy as they hit the ground. You screamed then and Bucky pulled your back into his chest, hugging your stomach as you keeled over. He’d seen so much death in his hundred odd years, it was hard to witness it with these fresh eyes. You weren’t prepared to watch two innocent people’s skin melting under lasers. Hell, neither was Bucky and while you cried in his arms, the smell of burning flesh stung his eyes. He’d never get over that smell, no matter how many world wars he participated in. His face was buried in the back of your head, shushing you as he lifted you up. He took careful backwards steps until you were both hidden in the same alley you’d just been trapped in. Bucky looked up at the burning building and decided he had a minute before you were both in danger here.

“Hey,” he said softly when you went limp against his chest. “Hey now,” he repeated, spinning and almost dropping you when he realized you hadn’t just relaxed… you were unconscious. “Shit,” Bucky dropped to his knees and let your body lean up against his chest, slapping at your cheeks and calling your name to try and wake you up. Half of your face was red with blood from a wound he couldn’t see somewhere in your hair. Break up or no break up, he couldn’t leave you like this. Any other person, he’d run them to safety and double back to continue clearing the streets. But this wasn’t any person. It was the girl he dumped in the middle of a restaurant and had continuously put off calling to explain himself. He hadn’t gotten the chance to clear the air and leaving you to wake up in a few hours in the middle of a destroyed midtown was just too cruel. He did like you and now it felt like he owed you.

Bucky picked you up like a doll and slung you around to his back, crossing your arms over his chest as your legs dangled behind his knees. That wasn’t going to work, he decided after only a few steps. “Can you hold on a little-“ Bucky drifted off as he turned his face to see your face hidden behind him, your forehead limply resting against his shoulder. “Of course not,” he berated himself and stopped to adjust again. This time he stooped, grabbing one of your arms and one of your legs with his hands. You were slung over his shoulders like a backpack, the same way he carried goats in Wakanda, only much easier since you weren’t kicking or screaming and he had two hands with which to wrangle you.

His steady march out of the fray was interrupted once by Wanda. After directing pockets of people to safety, she’d sought out the source of the invasion. Bucky looked around for a safe place to stow your body and found an SUV that was abandoned but still running with the doors unlocked to lay you out across the backseat, carefully tucking your feet in before slamming the door behind him. He liked Wanda, despite not knowing what exactly she was capable of, but liked her a lot less when he found himself immersed in a glowing red forcefield and being lifted into the sky. When he was forced through the large glass window of another building only to look up and find her floating gently through the hole his body had created, she shrugged.

“This way was faster,” she said, Sokovian accent much softer than their first meeting.

“Right,” Bucky groaned, making a mental note of how many Avengers could zip through the air with ease and the odds of being the one she found on the ground.

They raced up the final set of stairs and Bucky ripped the maintenance door to the roof off its hinges. It was unlucky that Bucky and Wanda had been the ones to find the bastard responsible. If it had been Steve, he’d been bound and handed over to the authorities. Tony might have thrown him in armored vehicle and shook him around a bit before demanding answers. Bruce… depending on the day wouldn’t have been much better. Nat would have gotten answers easier than either of them and Sam was easily the most noble of the bunch, so Bucky had no idea what he’d do. The right thing, whatever that was. But Wanda wasn’t particularly fond of people who harmed innocent people. The motivation didn’t much matter to her when the sounds of children crying could be heard in the streets. Bucky didn’t have much grace for people who were smart enough to help, but broken enough to hurt. Like the bastards in Hydra, who healed him, kept him alive, gave him extraordinary strength then weaponized him. Anyone who had this level of technological advancement and chose to bring destruction with it was a waste of air. Wanda hoisted the man up into one of her angry red orbs while Bucky broke the control panel into as many pieces as he could, destroying anyone else’s opportunity to learn from this guy. Neither of them had anticipated this guy to be so well armed. It looked like a pistol, but whatever it fired managed to get through Wanda’s energy field and pierce her shoulder, breaking her focus just enough for him to drop back onto the roof. He took off running to the edge and leapt, but Wanda recovered faster, using her powers to yank him back. Bucky caught him in the air and squeezed, locking the man in a painful hold until he noticed glowing red numbers counting down behind the man’s neck. Shit.

“Bucky!” Wanda pointed at the man’s hands, wrapped threateningly around a plunger that could only mean one thing.

Without a better option, Bucky turned back to edge. He released the man and as he tried to stumble forward, Bucky’s boot landed square against his sacrum, launching the man through the air and into a neighboring building in a ball of fire. Both Avengers watched the corner offices go up in flames, disgust and horror in both their eyes.

“The whole block was evacuated,” Wanda said softly and Bucky nodded. There was a distinct lack of screaming coming from the direction of the building and sirens soon flooded the streets below as first responders made their way into critical areas. From the ledge, both of them watched as the remaining bots dropped to the ground before their team, disengaging en masse. Steve looked up from atop a bodega and saluted the sky in their general direction, lifting the shield as a second acknowledgment before jumping down to the street to start… whatever Captain America does once the threat has been neutralized. The PR and clean up stuff wasn’t Bucky’s scene and he turned away, making it all the way across the roof, still observing the scene below, before remembering that you were somewhere, either still unconscious or just waking up, deeply confused in the back of a stranger’s car.

“You okay?” Bucky asked, wanting to make sure before asking Wanda for any favors.

She pulled her hand away from her shoulder, black nail polish and red blood looking menacing and downright witchy against her pale fingers. “I’ll be alright,” she assured him, eyes already glowing red as she prepared to offer more aid.

Bucky stopped her and nodded over the side of the building. “Gimme a lift?”

She snorted and waved her fingers without looking at him and soon enough, Bucky found himself falling on his ass once again. He needed to work on his dismount if this was going to become a regular pairing. Thankfully or maybe not, you were trying to wake up as Bucky slipped into the driver’s seat and commandeered the vehicle. He turned back to watch you whine in pain as you tried to sit up, before slipping back into sleep when he told you to stay down. You were in and out for most of the drive, which helped Bucky weave up and over curbs to avoid stagnant areas where everyone had abandoned their cars out of fear.

…

You woke up with a headache, exasperated by the bright lights of the emergency room. Bucky could see the moment you came to by the hard squinting that melted into a grimace. You’d had a couple false starts, but when your eyes opened and locked on his, Bucky knew it was the real deal this time. He stood to pull back the curtain and immediately a nurse was shimmying her way into your space, brushing her chest against Bucky’s in the process. He nodded and gave her a tight smile. It had been like that since he walked into the ER with you. Avengers carrying blacked out civilians get a lot of attention, but they also get speedy service. Which is what Bucky told himself when he stuck around once you’d been admitted. You’d get better care if he stayed with you, so he did. Feet propped up on the end of your bed and dropping whenever someone came to run another test. He wasn’t family and didn’t claim to be, so they told him nothing, but nurses managed to smile flirtatiously in between doing their job. In another life, Bucky would have… done something. Anything. He smiled. He was a hundred, not dead, but there was something off putting about receiving these looks when you were asleep right there between hanging curtains in an overrun hospital as ambulances and families started to arrive from the mess he’d just left.

You answered their questions slowly, but correctly. Your name, where you were, what year it is, who the president is. The doctor would be in soon and Bucky took the minute of alone time to scoot the chair they’d brought in for him. You were watching him expectantly as the legs scraped across the floor, just a few inches before he could reach a hand out to yours. You looked down curiously at your hand in Bucky’s.

“They spelled my name wrong,” you murmured and Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut as you lifted your joined hands to observe the little plastic bracelet closer. He shook his head, wanting to apologize, but also hoping you wouldn’t connect the dots that he’d given them your information incorrectly. “Bucky?” He looked up to find your eyes wider than usual, a little more vulnerable than he was used to seeing you and wanted to do something to make you feel better. But like the entirety of your relationship, he had no idea how to do that.

“You’re okay,” he nodded, telling himself as much as he was telling you.

“Thank you,” you squeezed his fingers as your voice shook.

Just then a man in a white coat, pushed back the curtain and Bucky stood reflexively, dropping your hand in the process. He turned back and saw your face fall before crossing your arms over your chest and looking away from him.

“Sergeant Barnes,” the doctor addressed him first.

“Bucky,” he corrected without thinking and turned his body, opening up the room a bit and directing attention back to what mattered. The patient. You.

“Thank you for bringing her in,” the doctor continued, then looked back and forth between the two of you. “We’ve got it from here, if you need to-”

“He can stay,” you piped up. The doctor asked if you were sure, but you were. The doctor nodded, turning fully toward the bed and while that was Bucky’s goal, he now felt completely out of place in the tiny space.

“First things first,” the doctor started. “You and the baby are just fine, so I don’t want you worrying about that at all. Do you have a OB or a-”

Bucky stopped listening at that moment and focused on the roaring ocean in his ears. He looked to the bed where you were listening intently to what the doctor was saying, nodding and shaking your head mechanically. While he stared, you stole a glance in his direction. Your face was blank and he didn’t spend much time trying to read it.

“This sounds personal,” he said, voice flat and vibranium hand already reaching for the curtain at the end of your bed. “Take care.” Without sparing another look, Bucky walked through the busy emergency room with his left hand tucked into his front pocket, making him invisible to anyone who didn’t know he was there.

A/N: Here we go! It’s happening. I’m not sold on the way this ended but it was getting long as is and don’t worry, Bucky will have his chance to make it up to you.

Tags: @fangirl-swagg @learisa

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky Barnes x reader fic #bucky x female reader #sebastian stan characters #idga fic #some and others

45 notes · View notes

yelena-bellova · 4 years

Text

Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter One

*gif is not mine*

Chapter One: War Waits For No One

Series Masterlist

Plot: Reader is part of the Solo family and is a Commander in the Resistance. The war weighs heavy on her, but not as heavily as the war within her. Torn between who she wishes to be and who, deep down, she knows she is, she fights to protect her family, her galaxy and the man she might just love.

Warning: None

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: OKAY. So I just kind of dreamed this up one day while I was feeling creative and I figured I’d try it. I’ve been a Star Wars fan all my life but have never really tried writing for it. I’ve got a lot of plans for this series if it works out so I hope you guys like it! Poe’s not in this chapter, this sets up a bit of the Reader’s story, but you’ll get a healthy dose of him in the next chapter. If you’d like to be tagged, let me know. Forgive any typos or mistakes, my hands still aren’t functioning at 100%, and may the 4th be with you 💫

It happened again.

The dream.

I awoke gasping for air and throwing my arms out to their sides to remind myself I was in reality. I felt the scratchy blanket that laid across me, rubbing the material between my fingers to draw myself further out of my head. Pulling it off, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and buried my face in my hands. My heartbeat wasn’t slowing down and my breathing was still ragged, it was like I hadn’t woken up at all.

The dream had been occurring since I was a child, but it had begun increasing in intensity over the past few months. The number of bodies that lay at my feet increased, the screams grew louder and the two figures in the distance came closer. After all these years, I still couldn’t make out their faces through the smoke in the air. All I could see with certainty was one was clothed in black and one was clothed in brown.

“Don’t be afraid...” one of the voices called out.

I rubbed my eyes as if I thought I could wash what I’d seen from them. It felt like my subconscious was trying to warn me about something. Like something was coming and I needed to prepare myself. The dream had began feeling significantly more real. I could tell this was going to be an “off” day, I’d be analyzing this till I fell into bed again and inevitably started the cycle again.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the hiss of the ship door opening and quickly closing. I ran a hand through my hair and left my spot in bed to start my morning. I could hear a familiar Wookie grumbling but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.   “Well how was I supposed to know they were gonna be there? And shh, you’ll wake her up.”

Now that voice I could hear just fine.

“Too late, she’s already up.” I said as I walked out into the open area of the ship.

Han and Chewie turned to face me, guilt flooding their faces over thinking their squabble had woken me. They’d woken me up so many times before without knowing that I didn’t feel like correcting them this time.

“Sorry, kid,” Han said while coming to wrap an arm around my shoulders and shoving a white paper bag in my hands, “Does breakfast soften the blow at all?”

I opened it and stuck my nose inside, breathing in the spices of the pastries. “It does when they’re my favorite.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and made my way to the nearby table. The ship we were currently residing in was far from the Millennium Falcon, but it did it’s job just fine. That didn’t stop me though from missing the former though...

Chewie followed close behind and sat opposite of me, ruffling my hair as he passed by. I smiled at him as I handed him a pastry before sinking my teeth into one of the two remaining.   “What trouble did you run into this time?” I shouted out to Han, he was already in the cockpit checking on something.   ”It was nothing!”

I looked up to Chewie with a raised eyebrow, as quietly as he could (which wasn’t very quiet at all) he explained what had happened while they were buying breakfast.   My eyes widened, “You ran into another bounty hunter?!”

“We took care of it and walked away alive, it was nothing.” Han explained as he exited the cockpit and strolled over to the table casually.

“Meaning you shot him, caused a scene and ran.” I stated, no doubt that I was right.

He stumbled over his words as I smirked at him, “Cockiness is not a good look on you,” he said with a finger pointed my direction.

“Only look I’ve got,” I scooted further into the bench and Han took a seat next to me. The both of us went silent, not wanting to bring up the subject we were happily dancing around. Each visit I made inevitably had to come to an end. And while Han wasn’t big on showing emotions, I knew saying goodbye was just as hard on him as it was me.

Instead of beginning the conversation, I awkwardly slid the bag containing the last pastry in it towards him. Han shook his head slightly, “Nah, take it. For the trip back.”

I looked over to him and gave a sad smile, one that he mimicked. Chewbacca let out a small whine, he didn’t like seeing me leave any more than Han did. I reached across the table and held the Wookie’s paw, trying not to laugh at the amount of crumbs that surrounded his mouth. There weren’t many warm and fuzzy moments when travelling with Han Solo, but this was one of them.

But it had to end at some point.

“I got a look at the transport schedules, there’s one headed to D’Qar in about an hour and a half. Otherwise you’d have to wait till tonight.” Han stated, breaking both the silence and a little bit of my heart.

I nodded solemnly and looked down at the table, “I really should get back sooner than later. I packed last night, I can go change and we can be on our way.

“Ok,” Han mumbled, rising from the bench so I could get out. I hesitantly moved out, allowing him to retake his seat. Before I could take a step out of the room, Chewie let out a roar that called me back. I turned and smiled as I prepared to listen to his request. Instead he simply flipped a switch and the table came to life. It was the same game him and I used to play in the Falcon.

“Well, I don’t know why I’d subject myself to losing to you again...” I lamented, “But since I’m leaving...” I sat next to Han again, who had a close lipped grin on his face. He looked like he was savoring the moment.

As always, I lost the game. But I won a few extra minutes with two of the most important souls in my life.

—————-

Sooner than desired, I was standing near the doors of the transport ship with my bag at my feet. I’d draped a black scarf around my head and was finishing tying it. Not that I was as well known as someone like Han Solo, but it didn’t hurt to take precautions. The rest of my ensemble contained my favorite dark green jacket, a plain black shirt, tan military issued pants and black combat boots. Nothing that would raise any eyebrows or suspicion that I was anything but a wanderer just passing through. A life where I didn’t need to pray nobody recognized me seemed out of reach, but I could dream...I shook myself from my thoughts as Han and Chewie approached.  ”You better stay in lest you start another shootout,” I retorted, eliciting a laugh from Chewie. Han shot him a look that could kill before turning to me. HIs expression softened immediately, taking my hands into his and sorting through his head for the right thing to say.

“You know I’d stay longer if I could but-“ I began,  ”War waits for no one.” Han interrupted, a small smirk lifting one corner of his mouth.

I nodded and tried to keep my tears from spilling out. As if it was a reflex, Han pulled me into his arms. I buried my face in his shoulder and let my tears fall silently, him pressing one of his hands to my hair as if to keep me there longer. And if I wasn’t needed elsewhere, I would have stayed. The time I got with him was precious and hard to come by but most importantly, it was easy. It was easy to forget about the war, the First Order...The further along the war progresed, the harder it became to leave him.

I squeezed him one last time and ordered myself to pull away. Han kissed the side of my head and patted my shoulder, “I’ll miss ya, kid.”

“I’ll miss you too, old man,” I smirked, before turning to a very depressed Chewbacca. I smiled and hugged him tightly, but definitely not as tight as he was squeezing me. Even though I could barely breathe, I didn’t care at all. After a moment, I pulled back and ran a hand over his arm. “Give him hell for me, will ya?”

Chewie happily nodded and let out a small roar, causing Han to roll his eyes. I turned away from my friend and squeezed Han’s hand one last time. With his free hand he pressed the button that opened the door to the ship, I couldn’t stall any longer. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed down the ramp, but not before stopping at the bottom and turning around.

“Y’know, she misses you. She’d never admit it, but it’s clear as day.”

Thirty something years of mixed memories washed over Han’s face, but the most visible one was love. Unconditional love. Cruel circumstances had torn both of them apart, but that didn’t stop me from trying my hardest to reunite them any chance I got.

He chuckled, “And she never will admit it. Nice to know she hasn’t changed.”

I smiled, others might have thought he meant his last sentence sarcastically but I knew it was the opposite. Han took joy in knowing that his wife was still as stubborn as the day he met her. It was one of the things he loved most about her.

I waved to him and Chewie and stepped off the ramp into the Rattatak shipyard. I knew Han would watch me until I was completely out of his sight. Even though I was more than capable of handling myself, it made me feel safer knowing someone was looking out for me. Locating the nearby ticket station, I walked up to the machine and placed my credits inside it. Selecting D’Qar as the destination, the machine spit out a ticket with the planet’s name spelled in a bold font.

A loud announcement played saying it was the last call for my flight and I hurried over to the docking bay. It wasn’t a paticularly packed flight, there were only maybe five other passengers. I was the last one to board and I settled into the very back of the ship. No sooner than when I hit the seat did the ship lurch out of the bay and into the sky. I pulled out the communicator I’d hidden in my pocket on and typed out a quick message,

On my way. Be home soon.

After shoving the device back in my pocket, I opened up my backpack to grab the remaining pastry from breakfast. My eyes fell on another object barely visible, but definitely there. The silver hilt, the scratch marks from being dropped a lot in the early days of learning, the trigger to ignite the weapon..

Don’t be afraid...

I quickly latched the pack back up, I didn’t have the energy or desire to think about that subject right now...

I just wanted to eat my food and get back to base.

#star wars #may the fourth be with you #star wars fanfiction #star wars rise of skywalker #tros #star wars imagine #poe dameron #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #han solo #han solo fanfiction #Han Solo imagine #Han Solo x reader #leia organa #princess leia #poe dameron x solo!reader

403 notes · View notes

ducktracy · 4 years

Text

176. porky’s garden (1937)

release date: september 11th, 1937

series: looney tunes

director: tex avery

starring: mel blanc (porky, chickens), george humbert (neighbor), earle hodgins (salesman)

this would be tex avery’s final black and white cartoon until 1941, and his second to last porky cartoon. how time flies! i enjoy his porky entries a lot. the blow out, the village smithy, and of course porky’s duck hunt are all shorts of his that i find myself coming back to frequently. but, of course, greater tex cartoons lie ahead. interestingly enough, this is also the second and final credit for animator elmer wait, who passed away in july of 1937. chuck jones once described him as “a fine young assistant animator who died too young." i’ve heard speculation that tex’s little-known character elmer fudd was named in wait’s honor--i’m not sure if it was that, or the fact that every other cartoon character in the 1930′s was named elmer, but this is a claim i can find myself believing with more conviction than other animation claims. for now, we visit farmer porky, who’s eager to enter the local contest for the largest home grown product. however, his stereotypical italian neighbor seeks to out-perform him at any cost.

this cartoon is a peculiar anomaly in the tex avery-verse, in that it feels much more like the 1936 avery porky cartoons than the 1937 bunch—and almost deliberately, too. the cartoon starts off very similarly to his first directorial entry, gold diggers of ‘49, laying out the time (1927), the place (podunk center), and the population 500 502 — mrs. castle bottom just had twins!). though tex would constantly reuse gags all throughout his career (and quite well, often elevating the hyperactivity of the gag), it’s rather uncharacteristic for him to reuse a gag for nostalgic purposes. nevertheless, the opening is amusing, and faster paced than its facsimile over at gold diggers of ‘49. the sound of the baby wail as the 500 is replaced with 502 is an extra bonus.

a sign gag featuring the tried and true income tax gag (which has been used, and will continue to be used, in a number of cartoons--tex’s milk and money is another porky entry that uses this gag):

porky is amongst the group crowding around the sign, joyfully declaring that he’s going to win first prize with his garden. cue the antagonist of the picture, porky’s curious italian neighbor, voiced by george humbert. humbert was an italian actor, starring in a large number of hollywood films throughout the ‘30′s and ‘40′s. if i recall, bob clampett once mentioned that tex would go to the movies to get ideas, no doubt his reasoning for getting humbert to do the cartoon. humbert’s vocals shine and add a lot of vitality to this otherwise tame entry. speaking of, italian neighbor is quick to contradict porky: “ohohohoho no, i gonna ween with my cheeken!” with that, he leapfrogs over porky, who is quick to bumble along after him.

we get a brief overhead shot of the two neighbors and their respective houses, the overhead shot once again calling back to earlier porky entries such as milk and money. the competitors both go to their gardens to out-perform the other. cue a short gardening sequence with porky, who uses his straightened out tail to dig holes in the soil, big enough to drop seeds in. his neighbor, on the other hand, concocts a meal full of vitamins and tonics for his chickens cheekens, narrating all the way. the underscore is a stalling favorite, “chicken reel”, and if my memory is correct, i BELIEVE this is the first instance it’s used in a warner bros. short? cue a seemingly arbitrary cut back to porky, who finishes the job of planting. back to the neighbor who summons his chickens to eat his mystery feed of who-knows-what. the chickens dig in... only to halt, spit out the food, and hold their noses (beaks) in disgust. great timing--the drawings especially of the chickens rejecting the food feel quite avery-esque, which is nice: it’s always nice to feel the personal touches of the director.

cut back to porky, a cue of “carolina in the morning” (which is impossible for me to hear without thinking of daffy kaye’s rendition of it in the anomaly that is book revue) underscoring his plan to use hair growth tonic as a means of growing a quick, hearty, full harvest. the scene is cute, yet sluggish--if the cartoon were made even 5 years later, it would have been twice as fast, if not more so. nevertheless, his plan works: the ground shakes beneath him, and crops as tall as the eye can see spurt out from the soil. satisfied, old pigdonald strolls inside, “uh-veh-vuh-vo-do-de-oh”ing and “uh-uh-eh-beh-beh-boop-de-oop”ing all the way along (to remind our audience that this cartoon takes place in 1927--because, why not, right?)

meanwhile, pesky neighbor pops his head over the fence, equally as impressed with the results as porky. perfect food to fatten up the cheekens! the animation of the neighbor is rich and full, humbert’s vocals of course magnifying the quality. with that, the neighbor loosens up one of the boards in the fence, sparking the feeding frenzy: “come an’ get it!”

the chickens do just that. calling back to the days of porky the rain-maker (where there were vegetable gags galore), we get a montage of semi-amusing “chickens eating vegetables in creative ways” gags. one chicken uses a tomato vine as a straw, sucking out the pulp from all of the tomatoes connected. another rolls a line of peas straight into its mouth, rolling up the shell like a toothpaste tube.

though the gags rouse polite chuckles at most today, the most uproarious gag is the last one: a chicken and a baby chick fight over a watermelon. big cheeken asserts its authority by flicking the baby chick away, spouting tearful insults at the bully chicken. just then, fortune: the chick spots a patch of spinach, the seeds belonging to jones (yes, that chuck jones--whose birthday is today! happy birthday, chuck!) garden company. i can’t say this with staunch certainty, but i do have reason to believe that this cartoon was backlogged for a few months: chuck jones would have been at bob clampett’s unit during the time of this cartoon’s release, but the allusion to his name, the animation of this scene looking peculiarly reminiscent of bob clampett’s animation, and the lack of irv spence animation leads me to believe as such. nevertheless, as you may be able to surmise, the chick transforms into a caricature of popeye, complete with jack mercer-esque mumblings and popeye speak. the newly transformed chick socks the chicken right in the face, usurping the half-eaten watermelon slice and gobbling it down all in one go. easily the highlight of the cartoon, and a gag that can be appreciated regardless of time period.

one last eating gag of a chicken plucking a ripe worm from an apple (fittingly scored to “in the shade of the old apple tree”). the joke suffers from constipated timing, more on the part of carl stalling than the animator. there is a nice, quick, shiver take as the chicken attempts to rip the apple open into two halves. fade out.

fade back in on the feeding frenzy. porky takes notice, and is not happy about it. he does a lumbering, quick little run that calls back to the 1936 porky entries where he was much more short and squat (virgil ross animation?), zooming out of screen, then back in again to retrieve a nearby broom. porky swats the chickens frantically, but to no avail: despite his angry demands for them to get out, they continue to eat.

virgil ross animates the next scene as porky confronts his neighbor: “hey, n-nn-ne-neighbor, eh-teh-teh-tell your cheh-cheh-cheh-chi-chickens to keep outta my uh-geh-eh-geh-eh-geh-garden!” the neighbor complies, his vocals hilariously disingenuous as he haggles with the chickens, who, predictably ignore him. thus sparks an overly-profuse string of excuses from the neighbor, who doth protest too much. “you see? i talk to them! but a-they don’t listen to me!” he pauses. “i’m too sorry for you.” another pause, just as we think he’s finished. “...but i cannot talk-a cheeken talk!” one more pause. “i can no make-a the cheeken coming out!”

neighbor finally leaves the disgruntled pig to his own devices, laughing as he talks to the audience. “eet’za too bad...” he looks at the audience and gives them a knowing wink as he finishes “but not too bad!” overall, a great scene. humbert’s vocals are divine, as is the comedic timing. porky’s befuddlement by the rapid-fire responses from his neighbor is another plus.

back to a downtrodden porky, who mournfully sulks along to a succinctly timed rendition of “am i blue?” (if you listen closely, you can hear the beats lining up exactly with his footsteps.) suddenly, a thick vine growing out of the patch catches his eye. he follows the vine, pulling it like a rope...

and the perfect solution awaits on the other side of the fence: a giant pumpkin! perfect for the harvest contest.

porky lugs his new prize out from the fence, which instantly attracts the attention of the hungry chickens. spark the ever transformative avery moment, where the cartoon halts to make a big production out of nowhere--in this case, football. the favorite “freddy the freshman” score serves as the backing track of the makeshift football game as the chickens line up to take position: “HIKE!”

the next sequence appears to be animated by chuck jones: porky runs long, pumpkin in hand as he swats away the oncoming rush of chickens. the extra touches of making porky do some twirls and swivels as he attempts to maintain balance are not taken for granted. a nice straight-ahead shot of the football field turned garden, with a trellis in the foreground and clothesline in the background to form goal posts--very clever!

it’s not the chickens who serve as porky’s pumpkin demise, but rather a spare crate left on the ground. porky trips, horrified as he watches his pumpkin launch into the air and across the yard. we get a tashlin-esque concealed pan as porky darts through his house to retrieve his prize, the action obscured: we only see a brief glimpse of the house’s facade, the drumroll and sound effect of the airborne pumpkin being our only indicator to the success of the stunt. thankfully, porky shuffles out of the other end just in time to catch his pumpkin (topped off with a triumphant “ta-da!” fanfare.) wasting no more time, porky dashes down the road and off to the fair. meanwhile, the neighbor’s chickens are all plumped up, ready to win the first-a prize.

“the merry go round broke down” scores the scenes at the fair as we catch our hero bumbling along with his prize pumpkin into the fair, neighbor and cheekens not far behind. there’s a line of posters advertising the various attractions at the fair, including a caricature of bobe cannon (once more reinforcing the idea that this cartoon was back-logged: he would have been at the clampett unit by the time of the cartoon’s release.)

earle hodgins voices the salesman (a specialty of his--he played the pill-peddling salesman in porky the rain-maker, as well as the oil huckster honest john in get rich quick porky) peddling the miracle “reducing pills”. his test subject? an elephant. the salesman pops a pill in the elephant’s mouth, who stares at the audience nonplussed as he shrinks to the size of a mouse... literally.

the next scene of the salesman is great, as it’s full of energy, zaniness, and fervor. i wonder if it’s a clampett scene? the voice of the salesman rises into astronomical pitch as he describes the size of “teensy, weensy, weensy, bitsy, weensy, teeny little mouse”, capping it all off with a flamboyant “WOO!” and pose. the pose looks similar to the same one struck by daffy in clampett’s entry the henpecked duck 4 years later, hence my reasoning. nevertheless, a great scene of zany eye candy.

peddling his wares, the salesman accidentally knocks over a spare bottle of reducing pills, right in the trajectory of the passing cheekens. and, predictably, the cheekens devour the pills in no-time.

cue a rather blunt cut to porky, who’s about to receive first prize for his pumpkin, standing on stage and politely soaking in the glory. just as the judge reaches to give him his dough, he halts, spotting the ginormous array of poultry behind the pig. the judge is quick to take back his bag of money, much to the awe of porky (which also gives us this intriguing little error for a few frames). neighbor accepts the bag--that is, until the pills kick in. the chickens revert back to the size of chicks, and there’s just enough comedic pause to let the joke sink in before the chicks revert back to mere eggs.

we iris out--or so we think. just another declaration of tex’s love of playing with the iris out gags. that is one steamed ham.

not the snappiest entry in the avery repertoire, but not exceedingly dull, either. george humbert steals the show with his acting, and the popeye gag with the chick is wonderfully amusing. the cartoon mainly suffers from sluggish pacing in some parts, tired gags in others, but not enough to exclude a watch-through. it’s a fond look back at the earlier days of tex’s directing, and asserts just how far the cartoons have yet to improve. so, for that, i’d say i’m relatively neutral on whether or not to persuade you to watch it: the porky lover in me and ‘30′s cartoon lover in me say go for it! there are bits of greatness that you should definitely seek out. but it won’t kill you to skip this one either.

here’s the link! (excuse the butchered titles/credits: opening title music is the merry go round broke down which is wrong, and the title card music is the opening to porky’s tire trouble--also wrong, as is the porky “that’s all, folks!” ending over the written script)

#lt #looney tunes #porky’s garden #reviews #long post #avery

14 notes · View notes

iamrheaspeaks · 5 years

Text

Two For One Special

A/N: This is a One-Shot for my Birthday Twin @hearteyes-for-killmonger. I tried to get this out before our day ended but alas here it is regardless. Lightly proofread/ edited as always 💋I hope you had a bomb ass day love 🤞🏾

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: There will be smut 😈

There’s something to be said about what you experience when you spend a birthday in Vegas! The only time Rhea had been to Vegas was passing through it as a child on her way to visit family in Richmond, CA during the summer. Slipping out of grasp like sand through her fingers. But finally this East Coast girl trekked it across country solo dolo to celebrate her birthday. Nothing could kill the joy of this independent adventure. Not the airport check in, the delayed boarding, the very opinioned white woman who insisted that she couldn’t possibly afford her first class ticket and was in the wrong line. Nope as far as Rhea was concerned she’s a mere few hours away from the best long weekend of her life. Those medicated gummies helped too.

Pumpkin was excited to one up her last time in Vegas. She knew which spots she liked and which she didn’t really care for. And how to avoid the multitude of people insisting she’d have more fun if high, drunk or gambling. With no offense to anyone else of course, it just wasn’t her vice. That being said Pumpkin glad to be returning to the city of sin so that the darker side of her got to come out and play. The allure of being somewhere far from home and the fact that she’d chosen to take this trip alone were a plus. The only things and people that would be influencing her energy would be of her choosing.

When Rhea reached her seat there was a woman sitting in the window seat headphones already in typing away at her phone. Rhea stole quick glances at her while loading her carry on into the overhead bin after fishing out her own headphones and old iPod touch, choosing to power down her phone for the flight. The girl had golden brown skin that rivaled hers and deep chocolate brown eyes that gave off an undertone of honey when the sunlight caught them. Her hair was natural. In a side part with the fronts flat twisted back into a high bun with flowers adorning either side. Looking at the deep purple that stained her lips Rhea felt a jolt travel through her. At that she lightly shook her head breathing out a brush of air before sitting down.

Pumpkin was so engrossed in her phone she hadn’t realized the frame that filled the seat to her right. With no work to worry about and no distractions she had thrown herself into her writing. The woman was smaller in size but undeniably cute. High cheekbones making her smile even more prominent. Gently swaying side to side in her seat in response to whatever she was listening to as she watched all the fuss on the plane die down the closer they got to departure. Her hair was covered in a woven hat and she wore big hoop earrings with a fresh face. Pumpkin liked the happy vibe that she gave off.

A little ways into the flight is when it happened. Pumpkin had removed her headphones to give her ears a rest. Rhea had just caught the attention of a flight attendant asking for something to drink. Anticipating being carded she had her Driver’s License out already. As Rhea and the attendants’ exchange came to a close, “Oh! Happy Birthday by the way!” In unison both Rhea and Pumpkin replied ‘Thank You’ before staring bug eyed at each other. The flight attendant chuckled lowly to herself at the girls’ reaction to what just happened, letting Rhea know she’d be back with her drink shortly. The rest of the flight the two of them slowly opened up more to each other. Sharing stories the more they realized they had in common. They agreed to tag team it to the baggage claim when they landed.

Desperately waiting to see her black suitcase Rhea watched the bout of luggage circling around intently addressing Pumpkin, “It was dope to meet a birthday twin on this trip. We should totally get up and do dinner or something.”

“Yeah sure! What hotel are you at?”

“Uh…the Palazzo. I kinda saved up and went full tourist.”

“That can’t be a coincidence.”

Rhea popped her head up to look at Pumpkin who amazingly already had her bags, “No way! You’re there too?”

Pumpkin just shook her head in response as they started on their way to the cab terminal.

Hours later Rhea and Pumpkin decided to hit the buffet in the hotel for dinner before trying to catch a show. That pulse was back the moment Rhea seen Pumpkin in her black wrap dress and heeled ankle boots. She paired it with a thin green camouflage military jacket, the same one from earlier on the plane. Must have been an east Coast thing because Rhea also was wearing a dress with a military jacket although she opted for platform heels. Reveling in the opportunity to be taller than she really was if only for a few hours. They didn’t know it yet but their night about to get very interesting.

~~~

“Hey to E!” Jordyn exclaimed a little too eagerly meaning only one thing, challenge time.

“Wassup? What you see?”

“Two birthday girls. Straight ahead.”

“Tiara and sash in matching jackets? Whatcho thinkin’?” Erik asked already licking his lips scheming.

“Bet you can’t get both of them”

“What I get when you lose nigga?”

“Shit you already got everything. You’ll get a bomb ass story out of it though.”

Chuckling deeply Erik side eyed his friend before advancing towards his targets for the night, “Challenge accepted.”

Erik was kissing Pumpkin drawing a hungry moan out of her throat, his lips curving up into a smile before he backed out the kiss. Hearing a hungry sigh come from Rhea as her tiny fingers gripped his thigh Erik switched his gaze from Pumpkin to her. Erik leaned hovering his lips by her ear “I want you to wait”, he whispered before looking her sternly and turning to kiss Pumpkin again. The whimper that came from behind him confirmed his suspensions, Rhea liked to watch. And just like Erik, Pumpkin’s figure was a plus. Even if she didn’t act on it he could see it in her. The want. That combined with the sensation of his lips on Pumpkin’s was causing his pants to tent.

Once Pumpkin pulled out of the kiss to catch her breathe he gives Pumpkin that signature smirk before he turns to Rhea again. When their lips finally collided Rhea saw stars as her eyes fell shut, suddenly glad she actually put on underwear. Before long she couldn’t take how rise in temperature anymore and started to peel out her dress with Erik and Pumpkin following closing behind. Pumpkin stood there feeling slightly exposed before the switch happened. Beckoning Rhea to come to her as Erik went and sat down to enjoy the show. Seeing Rhea totally submitting to Pumpkin’s demand Erik couldn’t wait to bend her to his will.

Their shared moans as their hands explored each other was truly a sight to see. Jordyn may have thought this was a dare but it was turning out to be the best night of Erik’s life. He was sitting in the hotel chair of Pumpkin’s hotel room when Pumpkin caught a glimpse of him slow strocking his freed erection. Commanding Rhea to stop then making her way over to Erik. “I can take care of that for you,” Pumpkin hummed replacing Erik’s hand on his throbbing member with her own before sinking to her knees and taking him into her mouth. His hips thrust up in response to her warm mouth swallowing him down.

At first Rhea just stood where Pumpkin left her watching the scene in front of her. Her thighs being the only thing keeping her essence from dropping to the carpet below and played with her nipples struggling to keep her eyes open but being overcome by the sound of Erik and Pumpkin’s synchronized moans as she sucked him off. Feeling her mouth go dry but not wanting to interrupt the ride they were on Rhea found herself dropping to her knees, crawling over and turning on her back underneath them coming face to face with Pumpkin’s women hood. Dying for a taste.

“Fuck!” Pumpkin groaned as Rhea’s mouth suctioned around her needy bundle of nerves.

“She hungry. Let her eat” Erik smirked as he watched the dominate side slip away and Pumpkin began to come undone by the smaller woman beneath her who had a death grip on her thick thighs. Drowning in the ecstasy of it all. Had it not been for his stamina these two definitely would’ve given Erik a run for his money. Them moaning in tandem under each others and his own touch alike. Creating his favorite song of flesh and desire. This was definitely a night to remember.

As they moved into their final position it was evident that both the women he was currently bedding were on their last leg. Rhea rode Erik’s face as Pumpkin bounced beautifully up and down on his dick. Both of them gripping at his sides for balance as they made out above him swallowing each other’s moans. The bands in their bellies were tightening, threatening to snap at a moments notice.

“I-I’m”

“Gonna”

“CUM!” they both screamed as they squirted. Erik lapped at Rhea’s folds while simultaneously pounding up into Pumpkin a few more times chasing his own release.

Looking at the birthday girls totally spent passed out in the bed Erik pulled out his phone and snapped a photo before sending it to Jordyn before making his leave.

Challenge: Two for One Special complete. Pay up nigga! I’m the King!

Tags: @cancerianprincess @savagesensitivity @another-imaginesblog @loosewindmill @bidibidibombaclaat @muse-of-mbaku @chaneajoyyy @itsangeludaku @eriknutinthispoosy @im5ftbutmythroat66 @theunsweetenedtruth @blackpinup22 @fonville-designs @wawakanda-btch @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @nickidub718

#rheaspeaks #rheaspeaks masterlist #hearteyes for killmonger #birthday twins #birthday fic #two for one special #one shot #what happens in vegas #there will be smut #im only an hour late #erik x black oc #my work #my words #my writing

82 notes · View notes