Jun 13, 2023
The original 206. I like both versions, for different reasons.
Can you imagine all the bugs? Those low hanging, never trimmed trees. The never mowed yard and fallen-down fence. An insect’s paradise.
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The original 206. I like both versions, for different reasons.
Can you imagine all the bugs? Those low hanging, never trimmed trees. The never mowed yard and fallen-down fence. An insect’s paradise.
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What I really did not need to kick this whole thing off was a big raised-voices fight with husband over him last minute deciding not to take me to the airport. What the actual fuck.
oldie: My Command
https://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1634.html?thread=3148898#cmt3148898
self prompt:
Trash friends, I wrote a fill, but it ended up being a mix of several prompts. (Mostly Bucky trying to be the ideal lover for Steve, even though he hates it up the ass and thinks his body is disgusting and his hole sloppy and destroyed because of Hydra.)
first lines:
It’s 2 minutes past 'good night', and Steve’s hand dances leisurely over Bucky’s hip. Metal plates click as Bucky stretches – that’s all it takes for his shirt to ruck up that extra inch he needs it to. Bucky smiles into the pillow as Steve’s fingers meet skin, skidding sleepily from his side to his navel and back. His entire body tingles pleasantly. 4 minutes. Every now and then Bucky shifts a bit to make Steve reach untouched spots, releasing further waves of warmth under his skin. Bucky’s sucks his bottom lip in carefully: it won’t do for Steve to hear him sigh. It’s bad enough he can’t keep from squirming, from leaning in. If he overdoes it, Steve misunderstands. He thinks Bucky wants another round of sex, or maybe it makes him want another. Bucky doesn’t. Sex is just a tool he uses to get there, to earn these perfect moments between wake and sleep when he’s as sure as he can ever be that he’s secured his place at Steve’s side for yet another day.
Welp, there went the fence. This wreck of a house (and backyard shed) has been in disrepair for as long as I’ve lived here (eight years). When I lived at the B&B this was across the alley from us.
I can’t figure out this house. It’s behind the B&B I lived in a few years ago and I never saw anyone go in or out. I noticed yesterday that it has some new windows. I was excited to see what looks like a light in one of them but when I zoomed in, I discovered that it’s only a reflection of the neighborhood bar that’s across the street.
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oldie: The Gravity Between Hearts
https://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1634.html?thread=2929250#cmt2929250
prompt: Fuckpotato or Die
Just the elegant simplicity of Steve being captured by HYDRA and offered a choice between raping, a now quadruple-amputee but conscious, Bucky on the operating table. Or Steve's execution will be the last thing Bucky sees before HYDRA gouge out his eyes.
And by 'HYDRA' I mean Rumlow. Because I'm all about Rumlow taunting Steve with how long he intends to keep Bucky alive, and what else he'll do to Bucky once Steve's dead.
Because who doesn't want Steve emotionally blackmailed into taking the first option - having the worst sex of both his and Bucky's lives - with Steve not being sure if he's trying to shield Bucky with his body during it or if he's keeping close to guarantee that, when Rumlow shoots him, the bullet'll pass through and kill Bucky too.
[Mod note: this is the sequel to Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. Scroll down near the bottom for the fill]
First lines:
The flickering neon light hurt his eyes; his ears could hear movement on the other side of the room. There was chatter in the distance, and something close to his side was beeping to the rhytm of a heartbeat. The sharp scent of disinfectant permeated his nose. Everything around him seemed white.
oldie: Captured
https://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1801.html?thread=4006409#cmt4006409
prompt: Captivity Flashback
I want to see Bucky broken by being captured and immobilized in certain ways. He can just barely deal with the transparent cage, but when he comes to after Steve and Sam trap his arm, leaving the rest of his body fully accessible, he has a brutal flashback to when he was last in a similar position. It involved a number of Hydra engineers, nakedness, dehumanization, sex toys and torture implements and possibly ran under the header of "recalibration". Steve and Sam have to deal with the fallout.
First lines:
The cage had been bad. The cage had felt like the chamber, but he could still see out. He had tried so hard to be good, to escape and keep his head down. He wasn't Hydra's any more, but he couldn't be noticed or he would go back. The cage made his heart race. The cage made him feel close to vomiting, but he kept on, because he had no choice. The blond handler, Steve, who he remembered from before, was in view, captured by the same people he was. So he would obey their wishes. He would do what he was told to keep his handler safe, and then once it was done he would take whatever punishment the blond dished out for letting them get captured. He understood. So he kept looking around, awaiting instruction, afraid that at any moment ice would fill the air, and his heart would be chilled. The taste of that first frost on his lips always made his heart break.