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[llxst-hxpe]

“just trust me.” (Jotaro)

## **[THREE WORD STARTERS PT. 2](https://ihaaatetitans.tumblr.com/post/161580582838/musingmemes-three-word-starters-pt-2-dont) || [@joestarfightingspirit](https://tmblr.co/mKjILPFXatpnOIPJBuDheog) || open**Eren cast a worried glance at Jotaro, not sure if he should trust him, or if he should just follow his gut instinct and get to action?He settled on trusting him, for now. It was the least he could do for a friend.

[prettyflyforamercguy-blog]

Not seeing any other option she sighed and did a flip which caused her to crash into a window and land on her side with a grunt. If it was any other day she would have carefully done her homework and not land in just /anyone's/ home but there was no time to sit and think about her options. As soon as her eyes looked up she let out a soft gasp. Shit. She recognized that face but didn't say anything instead opting to hide her face in her hair.

Wade looked up whe he heard someone fucking crash through the goddamn window, jumping up as glass sprayed all over the floor. “What the cockmuppet!” he yelled, “You almost took out the Hemnes! It took us three fucking days to figure out the fucker!”

Al shuffled out of her room slowly, stopping at the doorway. “Did someone just dive through the window?”“No, Mrs. Magoo, Your huband drove through it,” he replied, waving his hand, “Ah-ta-ta! Glass. Big mess. Go listen to Matlock or something, I got this.”

He tossed his book over his shoulder casually, pocketing his pistol again when he realized that this was not a threat, this was a small person who was apparently trying to hide from him- with her hair. He sighed, throwing his head back and groaning. “Okie dokie, upsie daisies,” he said, grabbing her arm and hauling her to her feet, “Okay so Is someone chasing you or do you just randomly dive through windows? Because either way you answer, I’m interested. One just needs more guns than the other.”

[jb-bxrnes]

17. velvet black

“You don’t need to stay up with me, you know.” 

It was the first thing Bucky’d said in a long time. He sat propped up against the headboard, lips pinched and expression strained. He usually wouldn’t complain about the company, but this was getting ridiculous---he hadn’t been able to sleep well for the past few nights, the nightly struggles evidenced by the deep purple almost-bruises under his eyes. 

Stupid fucking things set him off sometimes, which was frustrating. But this bout of sleeplessness mixed with nightmares had come from absolutely nowhere---they’d been having a good couple weeks, all training with no missions---and that was even more frustrating. And that was what left him sitting up in bed at eleven, not planning on sleeping after failed attempts at naps throughout the day. 

Steve, though. He was a damn angel. Bucky knew he didn’t need to sleep as much as most people, but he’d been up and working hard all day. He’d be better off in his own room, getting some rest instead of stubbornly staying up with his insomniac boyfriend. Bucky, selfishly, wanted to keep him there. He liked the comfort. But he knew that Steve would be better off tucked into bed and dreaming of more back-breaking training simulations to put them through. “You should go, get some sleep.”

[jb-bxrnes]

15. tantalizing

Bucky gave Steve a very long stare as he stepped in from the bathroom, already dressed for bed. His expression may have been verging on a pout, but who could blame him? 

The doctors had insisted that he wait at least three weeks to a month before he got up to any strenuous activity. They had blushed at the descriptor, studiously avoiding making eye contact with Captain America who had (of course) insisted on overlooking the meeting when Bucky’d been discharged. He’d only been in the hospital wing for about a week before he’d argued his way to being set free, but he’d been really goddamn sore for it. His body had been healing well, no complications or infections; the wounds had all closed up to a vibrant, healthy pink-red and hadn’t anything more than gauze pads to cover them. 

But he’d still ached from how deep they’d gone, the injuries they’d caused to his tissue and bone. He walked with crutches or shuffled around slowly at first, but he could walk around more or less regularly by the end of the second week. Everything still hurt like a bitch---especially when they’d had a couple long, rainy days, the weather bothering him even more---but he could walk and behave mostly normally.

Except, of course, for a couple things. No training, no fighting... no fucking. Not that he hadn’t tried. Bucky watched Steve longingly as he approached, still all flushed and pretty from his shower. “God, look at you,” he muttered crossly, tearing his eyes away to glower up at the ceiling. “Can’t believe that of all the rules you’ve met in your life, this is the one you won’t break.”

[jb-bxrnes]

14. fade to black

It was supposed to be a routine mission. Flying robots—really? They’d had enough of that to last them a lifetime and yet here they were again, wreaking havoc in the damn middle of Trenton, New Jersey. 

Fuck, Bucky hated New Jersey. 

He especially hated it when there were flying robots trying to take over the town because there was some damn new “super-villain” running around with a vendetta against humanity and the Avengers. That was what it all boiled down to, anyway, under all the semantics—though Bucky had no idea what kind of moron thought they were going to be able to take over the country from Jersey. He’d stopped sniping after seeing how much more effective punching the robots straight through with his left arm was; Clint and Natasha had taken over sniping and crowd control. 

Things were actually winding down, the situation mostly under control. He stalked through the ravaged streets as Steve barked orders to them on the comms, eyes scanning the surroundings to see if he’d missed any robots. But then—he saw a little girl crawling out from under a car, face smeared in ash and soot. 

—And then, a loud whirring from behind him. Bucky ran forward without thinking, wrapping the screaming girl up in his arms and yelling for backup. More whirring, robots swooping in from behind them, chasing them aggressively, and where the fuck was he going to hide a kid? Bucky turned his head towards the robots to track them, cradling her head with his metal arm as Sam swept in, and—

Burning pain exploding all over his back, a fault in his steps, his head cracking against something, and he couldn’t remember anything from there.

[allergictotheoutdoors]

Pidge knocks on the door to Shiro’s apartment and waits. She’s holding a cat carrier with a tuxedo cat in it. Dimitri, the rat has been left in Matt’s care for the evening as she isn’t going to risk having him around the cat she has in the carrier. “Shiro? You home? I have a surprise friend for you.” She calls out after a moment. 

@skyguarded

[allergictotheoutdoors]

She blinked down at what she was dubbing a space kitten and then up at the much much taller male. “Friendship gift... right...” She trailed off, looking back down at the kitten. “Who the hell gives a kitten as a friendship gift? What are you playing at Zarkon?” She was completely confused at the moment. The yellow(?) eyes told her from previous experiences that he was in control and not that other. She was still suspicious. 

@serasden​

[prettyflyforamercguy-blog]

incorrect quote

“Okay, one- warn a guy when you decide to go kablooey. Thank god I conveniently became fucking indestructable like, what, 12 hours before? Two: We should probably find some clothes.”