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yennasun · 2 years

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December 13th, 2014.

They all waited in silence for the boss to deliver the news, vito and buster exchanged unnerved looks as a consequence of the tension and unease that filled the silent air. Yet it was louder than any explosion.

The only thing that managed to ease the tension ever so slightly was Sheila waking up and although displeased with the pain and her own failure, she was still understanding of why he did what he did.

"I mean...we did sort of...kind of...attack him first" she strung out once debriefed

That didn't mean the tension wasn't thick enough to ignite.

"Whaddya think the boss wants him for? I mean there's gotta be a reason for this right?" Zip asked once Alexis was out of earshot

"Couldn't say." Rocky's gruff voice began

"Boss was real vague with it but made it clear that he wanted 'im alive." He said rubbing his chin, trying to come up with his own theories

This time buster piped up

"She did say we might have another member of the team though..."

They all sat in silence for a bit longer before zip started getting jittery and excited again.

"If he's one of us what level do you think he is?!" He almost started jumping up and down

"With how bad he fucked y'guys up, at least level four" vito snickered

"Yeah, prolly woulda killed us to if not for vito. Nice Shot by the way" rocky looked at the younger ex mobster

"Yeah...things were going so fast I was worried I wouldn't hit 'im"

"Well it's all good now, we got the job done and that's all that matters..." Buster sighed

From this point onwards, all that could be heard were the subtle creaks of the building and the low buzz of the flourecent lights above. It was deafening.

After awhile longer, Sheila seemed to be thinking hard about something. And buster noticed.

"What's on ya mind girl, talk to me" he said concerned

"That dude...he kinda looks familiar..." she rubbed her temples

"Watcha mean?" Buster inquired

She thought about it some more and waved it off.

"Eh...probably just a fluke r'somthing."

In the other room, MT had woken from his non-consetual power nap.

What surprised him was that his hands weren't cuffed, tied or anything. He was completely mobile.

He looked ahead and saw a dark colored stick sitting behind the desk he sat at, next to him was the red stick he'd fought...how long ago was it?

The darker stick turned to him and spoke.

"Do you know why you're here?"

MT took a second to think about it, but he couldn't remeber doing anything particularly bad.

At least not bad enough to warrant THIS kind of response.

"No...no I can't say I do."

"You killed an associate of mine...Miguel Marquez..."

Is he talking about...

He already knew the answer before he even finished the thought.

He sighed

"Listen, he was trying to mug me. I couldn't just let him steal from me, I got bills to pay. And if I just said no he woul-"

"Miguel Marquez is a reckless idiot, you've done me no harm in being rid of him. In fact you saved me the trouble of getting rid of him myself." He took a drink out of the shot glass that sat in front of him

"It's not the fact that you killed him and his little clique that warranted my attention, it's HOW you did it. Whole damn alleyway was burnt to hell...only thing we could find of miguel was his gun and a part of his shirt."

"So...why am I here?" MT asked

"I have a proposition for you, and your reputation with the lower guys helped me to find your...talents much sooner."

This was where the bosses mind games began.

He knew the only way to ensure that he'd join was to fool him into thinking he was outmatched, that he had no choice.

He had to be careful though and he knew it, after all this was the last person he'd want to make an enemy out of.

"You can come work for me...you'll get money, protection and anything else you could imagine." He clasped his hands together.

"And what if it don't want to?" MT asked after considering for a bit.

Here goes nothing

The boss had to stop beads of sweat from forming on his forehead.

"You killed my men and critically injured the entirety of my team, which I see as my own family. I don't let things like these go, and i have connections in the highest of the high. The world will not be big enough for you to hide in."

The boss's stomach curled once he saw MTs tuck his head in slightly, the telltale sign that he had masters degree in violence. But he couldnt falter, the consequences would be so much worse, so instead of withering he intensified his gaze.

But this stranger...he had an aura of pure danger around him, and his gaze put absolute terror into anyone's heart. It was enough to nearly make the boss panic internally.

Shit, this isn't right! This isn't how this was supposed to go!

He fucked up and now him and everyone else were about to pay the price, he knew this after he saw his hands flex on pure instinct.

This is it!

The boss would've tried to calm him down if given a second more, but it seems as though this stranger beat him to it.

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

"Alright, I'll do it."

The boss nearly jumped for joy, but had to maintain his composure, lest the young man catch on to his little tricks.

"Excellent, I promise you will not regret this...Alexis, take him to meet the others."

The smaller red stick nodded and beckoned MT over to the door.

As she walked the taller man down the adjacent hallway she took note of how jittery he was, a definite consequence of his latest experience with the boss and with their own encounter with him.

It'd take awhile to gain his trust for sure, she knew this already.

You're pretty nervous yourself, if vito hadn't been there...

She shut that train of thought down quickly, she couldn't handle the mere thought of losing her brothers and sisters...the worst part for her is that even in an enraged state, she didn't know if she'd be able to do anything about it.

he's... way bigger up close

She just hoped this would all go smoothly, she was usually confident but she'd never worked- hell she's never MET anyone this powerful yet simultaneously so volatile.

As they approached the door leading into the main hall where the others waited, she stopped short.

"Before we go, I thought I'd introduce myself since You're gonna be with us for awhile." He nodded in response

"My name is Alexis De la Roja, but you can call me Alexis or Rojas, I usually call the shots around here. The others, I respect them and they respect me. It'd do you alot of good to learn respect."

The two stared eachother down during the silence but it was clear that only one of them had intent in their stare.

He's scary without even trying...I like him already

"So what's your name?" She asked

Crap

He hadn't taken the time to think of another pseudonym, he couldn't let anyone know who he really was because that information could very easily end up in the wrong hands.

"Mi-marvin Thompson." He corrected

"Alright... marvin, I'll turn you lose to meet the others. Come back to me once you do, we still have some things to do." He simply grunted in response.

The tension in the main hall was broken with the creak of the door.

Needless to say they were surprised to meet eyes with the man who not too long ago had tried to kill them.

MT froze in place at the gazes that hit him and immediately prepared himself for a fight.

But he remained calm and composed, after all the shady stick had told him that he had connections. He couldn't afford to fuck up.

Zip was the first to approach, and approach he did. Fast. Like really really fast.

He sped up to him and began inspecting him.

"Man you're big!" He said before speeding around him to inspect him more, before stopping in front of him.

"Hey man, I'm Rolando but everyone calls me zip!" The smaller, obviously younger stick said

"Marvin." He answered while looking zip over himself.

The largest stick came forward and nudged zip back.

"Names James, but everyone calls me buster, me an' you got pretty close not too long ago...go ahead a check out the place if you wanna." MT remembered him, he was one of the heavy hitters for sure.

He nodded at buster and walked past him to check out the main area.

It was big, it had a few couches in front of a TV, a kitchen, gym with a sparring ring and weights, and doors leading into other rooms.

As he inspected the gym area, looking at the weights but paying extra attention to the sparring ring, complete with headgear, gloves and all.

"Hey" he heard a feminine voice behind him.

He turned around to see a woman who was slightly shorter than "buster".

The one he flew with off the roof...

At least she's not dead

"I know we had a rough greeting but I just thought I should tell you that I don't hold it against you, they forgot to tell me that we were supposed to take you alive and I was aiming for the kill. I don't hate you for doing the same."

He already liked this one.

"With that out of the way, my names Sheila. I heard when you said your name to zip marvin, you should go meet rocky and vito but you'll want to give Claudia some time. She's not happy with you but she's just protective, but she'll warm up to you real quick."

MT turned and began walking away, but heard the same voice behind him.

"Oh yea, I saw you take a liking to this area. I think we'll get along just fine!"

Don't act like we're best friends

He didn't exactly have a choice but he still didn't trust a word these sticks said, they were plotting against him for sure.

When she left, he approached the gruff looking man he fought, and an unfamiliar thinner stick.

The gruff man held his hand out to shake and MT obliged.

"was a good fight we had, I liked it alot. You can call me rocky, everyone else does along with "old timer."" The two exchanged looks of respect before the thinner man spoke up.

"Names vito, you didn't see me cuz I was the one who stopped ya from murderin' my team. No hard feelings though, at least there won't be any doubts to how strong y'are"

MT would be flattered if he weren't suspicious first.

After meeting them, he went back to Alexis as instructed, but not before getting lost in the elaborate halls of their deceptively large hideout.

"You met the others? Good now we just need to get some intelligence tests done." She handed him some papers

"We need these to see what role you can play in this team, you're part of this no matter what so you don't need to stress too hard."

In terms of intelligence, even Alexis was surprised at how...lacking he was.

He passed the basic reading comprehension but just barely, having to sound out words frequently. It was clear he wasn't formally educated but then again, neither was anyone else here save for the mobsters.

The engineering test he bombed, literally.

He took one glance at it, looked back up at Alexis and said;

"Let's just say I failed"

Before incinerating the paper.

He failed the computer science test too.

Where he really shined was combat tactics and survival skills, even did well on the medical skills portion.

For being nearly illiterate, he knew how to beat a fella down.

True to Sheila's word, Claudia placed a hand on MTs shoulder.

"It's okay, I didn't do well on the reading one either. Names Claudia by the way, if you get hurt on a job you'll come see me." Alexis smiled at the two from out of view.

She didn't know why but she could see a resemblance in the two, not physically but...she couldnt really describe it.

They didn't need to do a destructive capabilites test to know how much of a powerhouse he was.

They went through the results and made a decision.

He was the one they were gonna take with them on messy jobs, when you expected the worst.

Or he'd be used to "send a message" or to cause a diversion.

He'd probably work well as a bodyguard too.

He definitely wouldn't be going with on stealth or cyberwarfare jobs.

January 8th, 2015

It took a few weeks of passive coaxing, but they finally managed to land a job for both him and rocky.

The job was a perfect fit for the two of them, they were contracted by one of the local gangs who had connections to one of the larger crime organizations.

They had a representative who was going to discuss business with the gangs leader, a middle man. Their job was to keep him safe until he got there, that meant being nearby when he ran errands, went out to eat etc.

They were staying in a small, dingy motel by the river where the client would be dropped off and they were booked for a few days in that motel to prepare.

After all, the meeting wasn't for another few days anyways meaning they were on the clock for those few days.

Rocky drove the two of them to the hotel and parked out front.

"Well, here we are." He said as they walked in

"Not bad...looks a little like my apartment." MT looked around.

"Ain't the the truth...is it me or do all the apartments here look the same." Rocky said as he turned the TV on.

He flicked idly through the channels for awhile and MT left to go wash his clothes.

Once he loaded the machine and turned it on (while making sure his brand was still covered) he walked back to the living room only to hear a familiar announcers voice.

He turned to the TV to see rocky turned the USFC on, and it made him nauseous almost immediately.

And yet he couldn't seem to peel his eyes away.

It was a truly bloody affair, both of them had a rose-colored face mask of body fluids that dripped down their faces rapidly.

And yet neither would give ground, it was terrible to watch but he just couldn't take his eyes off it.

He was snapped out his thought process by rockys gruff voice.

"Y'like it?"

MT debated on how he'd respond...

"Not one bit..."

Rocky let out a small chuckle

"Didn't take you for a pacifist"

"No its just...y'ever wonder how this'll affect em in like 20 years?"

"Can't say I do...but I don't need t'be a brain surgeon to know gettin' hit in the head ain't good for you."

Mt started talking before he could stop himself.

"Those two...I feel so bad for them...by the time they're in their 50s they might not even remeber who they are...all those punches, they WILL come back to hit them later down the line and it'll hit em 10 fold." MT began sweating slightly

"Sounds like you're talking from experience...happen to someone y'know?"

Shit, it might happen to ME!

He didn't say this aloud, but he always worried whenever he saw interviews of older fighters. Hearing their slurred speech, forgetting what they were saying mid sentence, MT thought it was funny at first but that humor turned into one lingering thought.

How long until that's me?

"Nah...just...I don't like to see it."

They sat in silence for a bit before rocky broke it.

"I disagree, or at least I would've 20 years ago. My motto used t'be "here for a good time, not a long time" and here I am pushin' 50. How's that for Irony..."

Silence loomed over them once again, until the sports channel news came on.

The three anchors sat at the table and began discussing.

...3 weight world champion known as "marvelous" Michael tarvor was presumed dead last week after an extensive and failed search to find the former champion. Any thoughts you two?

No real thoughts just now Jim, but my heart goes out to his loved ones if he really is dead. But it really begs the question, could this have any relation to the disappearance of lightweight champ and current record holder of the longest winning streak; victor Timothy?

I'm glad you asked Mike, cuz that's been on my mind for a few weeks now. I think there may be a connection, not a direct one, but the circumstances match.

You do have a point teddy and I'm glad you brought that up cuz think about this; they were both incredibly dominant champions, they were both slaves, and they both vanished without a trace. Not only that, but they vanished at the heights of their careers, they were both still in their primes.

Thats a good point Jim, why would they leave at the heights of their careers? I mean, Timothy had just come off a big win over former long reigning bantamweight champ Antonio "Dinamita" bonavena, and tavor had just come off a sensational knockout victory over fellow legend Terry "dark" Lewis.

There is another little deet we forgot, there were rumors of both of their owners...mistreated them to say the least. I'm thinking that they didn't get wacked, maybe they escaped. Or maybe they did die, just not by someone else.

Well Mike that's also a very good point and it really begs the question; is stick slavery morally and ethically okay?

That's a topic for a whole other channel on a whole other day, Jim. But that's gonna do it for this segment, if you see this person you are encouraged to contact the proper authorities immediately

A picture of MT appeared on the screen with big red letters saying "MISSING."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see rocky looking from him to the TV.

He had to act fast.

Think of something you moron!

Running short on ideas, and with rockys suspicion growing by the half-second, he did something stupid.

He smiled at the photo.

"Heh, what'll ya know. Looks just like me, right?" He turned to rocky

Please work please please please...

This was when MT learned about manipulation.

He saw the moment when rocky stopped comparing similarities and started creating differences that didnt exist. and it worked like a charm.

"Hehe, yeah I uh....I guess so...weird"

"I thought the same thing"

"Yeah, what're the odds."

He could hear the suspicion leave rockys voice entirely.

Rocky peered towards the window and sighed.

"Well it's gettin' dark, we should get some sleep cuz we got work to do tomorrow." He shut the TV off and lead MT into the bedroom where 2 beds sat about 4 feet apart with a nightstand in between them.

Rocky fell asleep just fine, but MT barely got a wink.

He could rarely sleep by himself, but around another person...

Getting comfortable around someone means being vulnerable around someone...

Instead he lie in the dark, taking peeks at rockys bed to make sure he hadn't moved...he didn't want rocky to decide to take him out while he slept.

After what seemed like forever, fatigue seemed to overpower his sense of self preservation and his eyes shut. They did have work to do tomorrow after all.

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So this one may have been rushed, so there will most likely be a dip in quality lol.

This one was hard to get out since I wasn't too sure what I wanted to do, since I make a sub plots for each chapter that connect with the previous chapters and into the main plot.

I did a few things I normally do write about and I hope those parts at least came out okay.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to the people that put up with my shitshow of a blog, want yall to know that I appreciate it ^^

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #avm king orange #animator vs animation #avm mt #avm mango #au #usfc #ava

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ladyofvoss · 1 year

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Premonition is a bitch

(under the cut because it’s late night sprout grumpy hours)

Been having a couple of off days, especially with the game. Haven’t been feeling it so was doing a replay to try and get that good feeling about it again.

Some days were great (Leviathan questline, Ramuh, Iceheart). Some not so great (couldn’t get into the Bloody Banquet cause shit out of game).

Every time I found myself enjoying my replays something always happened. Too loud, bad internet, some shit.

So I’m running through the Vault. Feeling pretty good. Running off the high of playing through Hilda’s character introduction again (cause she’s always fun).

I’m feeling pretty good. Can’t help but think in the back of my mind that as I get closer to That Scene, something is bound to go wrong. Something contrite is going to happen that’ll completely ruin the game for me. But that can’t be right. It’s the weekend, roommates are asleep so I’m not gonna get disturbed. It’s probably nothing right? Nothing’s gonna go wrong.

I swear, I’m not superstitious, but it’s like the game heard me and said “Bet”.

Cause while I’m watching That Scene, this pivotal moment in the Heavensward story, getting ready to watch this final, heartbreaking interaction between my WoL and this beloved NPC.

And the game. Just. Breaks.

And I don’t mean it crashes. That would have been whatever. I could have re-watched it in the inn.

I mean the graphics have a complete meltdown and glitch to the point where you can’t even see my character. I even got screenshots to show that I’m not crazy. This isn’t Photoshop. I’m not that good.

And just like that, it takes me completely out of the story. Immersion completely destroyed. I’m taken out of the game and the wind is sucked out of my sails.

And something in me just....I didn’t even get mad. It felt more like a puff of air just blowing out a candle flame. Something in my subconscious said. “Yeah, that’s a sign. I’m done”

And before you ask, yes I tried rewatching it at the Inn. Same problem persisted.

I don’t know if I’m just burnt out on the game or if this is just a symptom of a really bad depressive episode but I’ve been feeling such a disconnect to the story and the game as of late. It’s been going on for a while. Weeks at least.

I remember when I used to feel super in love with it. Like I was so hyped as a little baby archer shooting squirrels in Gridania, and getting ready for Operation Archon, but I don’t feel that same feeling of warm fuzzies for the game now, and I don’t know why, and it’s been kinda upsetting.

And I’ve been trying to find a way to get back into it. Changing character appearance, running through NG+, getting into personal character lore. Some days it worked, most days it didn’t, and I think this moment was just it for me.

And please, no jokes about me playing New Game+ over and over. I might actually, literally, cry.

And yes I know, it’s just a game yada yada, but like I said, maybe the disconnect is a symptom of something I gotta take care of, mental health wise. I don’t know.

Again, I’m gonna take this as a sign that it’s time for a break, for real this time. Just close the game and do something else. Watch Star Wars or catch up on Fairy Tail or something.

#won't delete later #gonna keep this up if I ever think about playing again #so I can remember 'Oh yeah I'm taking a break'#late night sprout hours #maybe that's what I'll call these posts

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luminenwalker · 1 year

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For all you entrepreneurs out here, blank sens spikes, yellow cloth and insect repellant are selling hot right now. Also wondering, anyone ever feel like they're being watched, after using green spikes? I asked someone about it, and they said 'It's a door, not a window.' //Axol

Been finding bodies ... yeah, hold on before you interrupt. Bodies without any blood in them. So, what's up? There a blood shortage? I know it sells, sure. Some folks are either sloppy or desperate for the red. //Draugr

Swear it felt like I almost walked in on a vein being tapped while I was checking out a place ... don't ask. Anyway, body was still warm. Felt like I was being watched. //Draugr

Just gotta rant heads, favorite turkish grill just got lit up in some pimp’s turf war, as if these pricks need another street corner more’n I need my protein block döner, you could barely tell the difference! And their pilav was the real deal, man... // Franceska

People don't think about it, but there's a lot of religious diversity here. Holo Jesus and doomsayers. Druggie bug cultists and black magic what-have-yous. Techno collectivists worshipping some kind of machine. Weird stuff. But just people trying figure their shit out. // Draugr

Been encountering some weird shit on the streets recently, a lotta people in accidents, crashes, falls, fits, so far so normal yeah? Well, a bunch of these people had these weird iridescent eyes and seemed to be in some kinda trance, anyone know anything about this? //Enn

Following up on that question about explosives earlier: I found a box of pipe bombs in an abandoned squat not that long ago. Homemade. Probably local. Either way, an influx of explosives is a bad sign. //Draugr

The proof of our failure is that even with the bounty of cybernetic and genetic augmentation we are content to exceed our humanity only mentally and physically, but not morally. //Panzer Kunst:0.1

We who should use our self creation to be angels have made ourself demons with fresh hells to occupy. //Panzer Kunst:0.1

Walking down a sidestreet a little after midnight, heard someone singing up on a roof somewhere. Crisp. Clear. Unfiltered. When was the last time you sang? //The Maenad

They used to say that every time a door closes, another one opens. Problem with Cinci is, every door sucks. And if you don't pick, Cinci will pick for you. //Core

It doesn't matter if you're a whore down on their luck or a hardcore sadistic thug, some heads will still try to jump you in an alley. And that's why natural selection is fake. //Supernova

People always ask me why I wear so much armour? Simple. If someone shoots you, you have a problem yes? Well if someone shoots you and it only bruises? They have a problem. //Death Said

Why wouldn't the corps acknowledge the Shakes exist? They could make serious bank off selling remedies. When the corps go out of their way to not make easy money you know things are extra shady. //Draugr

Man, what people don't understand is, this shit's all in the game. Some head catches two in the teeth for dropping dime, that's just the game. 'Nother gets a payday for preppin' needles for the girls on the block, that's the game. You either a player, or played. //Zara One

The howling apparition steal your mind in the ochre sunset of your coming birth. The locust will eat your eyes and in turn you will see out of theirs. A multitude. A massless movement intertwined as the dust lands heavily upon the world. //Morlden

This is the Fucker From Flint, got a warning for any listeners all the way in Cinci. //FFF

Flint n' Steel, a local gang of chromed up pyromaniacs are migrating your way, their leader suddenly went crazy(er) last few weeks, screaming he can find the "Burning Ochre Fountain of Flame" or something, and apparently you guys have it. //FFF

Watch out, and turn around and run if you start smelling burnt... everything. //FFF

What? Summerz here already? Winter went by in a Hazzze for me. THE HEAT IS COMING!! //Burn't

We do this song, this dance. We know the lyrics by heart. Tempos rise and genres change, but we do this song this dance. Knives rise and faces change, but we do this song this dance. The record skips once again. //Muss IX

DJ Underbyte, checkin’ in to keep yo circuits sizzlin’. I ain’t no fan o’ the corpo man, but man some of y’all need to chill out down there. //DJ Underbyte

Met with the guy a couple times after, not quite a friend but he was a cool dude. Up close got to see its paintjob, and even got to drive it once. Was fucking wild, and YOU can buy the "Flying Jack" spike from Jags! Tell em "Blue Stripes" for a discount. //Jack

No, I am not, not, am not dead, even in pieces I am more alive than ev-ever. I was broken, but I paid to be-ee f-f-fixed in another way. It hurts, I can barely talk n-now, or see, hear, or even be be moved, but I can watch and listen, with my new eyes. //A Blue Striped Drone

My eyes, eyes they go where I can not, can not... f-fly. They go by and far to see, gift that viv-vision to me. Don't shoot for the s-skies. Its my true home, now. I might f-fire back. //A Blue Striped Drone

For the first time in history we have the way to influence our own evolution, and of course the corpos who did it all whip up fear and panic about 'muties' and get them killed on sight. Bullshit. //Kalico

This whole city stinks. Stinks something bad, stinks something rotten, like the sensation of gasoline burning the nostrils. Starting to think it's just one big powder keg waiting to blow, and despite being kneedeep in it I can't help but want to strike a match //Herald

Found another black clinic today. What was left of it. That rancid smell from a meat freezer that wasn't cold no more. Rusty surgical tools plastered to an old fast food tray in blood and viscera. Desperation's worse than any gang in Cinci. //Shortwave Sam_Ry

Data day, day to day: Controversy as neo Noh-thrash legends Sucker for Pain announce tickets to their latest tour can only be purchased via 'aten-bucks' the Sinzal backed neuro coins.//Data day

Data day, Day to day: Space Mom and the Magnificent Sapcaddies ( whose lead singer's break with Sucker for Pain lead to 3 arrests announce the 'More for your money' tour advertised exclusively on the Aten-buck network. //Data Day

All dates to clash with Sucker For Pain's newly anounced tour. //Data Day

Everyday you change a little. Everyday I Change a lot. Everyday is a New day. //New Natti

Been a hot minute, Cinci. Been in a haze, feels like. Anyway, hot tip. Around the dump I spied a game of King of the heap. Head with a metal blade past the elbow on the left arm. Good fighter, good odds if you got the cash. Might be a good bodyguard? Your call. // Tee-J

Who you were doesn't matter. Who you will be isn't a concern. Who you are right now is static. Most of you are boring and sad, staying the same inside even as some of you claim to embrace Change. //New Natti

But you're still you. Not me. I'm not the same Me you saw yesterday. Real, full Change takes more than just a pretty face. //New Natti

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tweedstoat · 1 year

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Ep 1: the Heirs of the Dragon

Likes:

LOVE the shot of the burnt insides of harrenhal

"That's almost large enough to saddle two" my god these bitches gay

Ser Harold's pearl clutching when he saw Daemon on the throne

Aemma seems so lovely and sensible 😔 girl we are gonna get you out of there and you can stop trying for kids. Her speech about mourning all the dead children she can and failing in her duty to provide an heir 💔💔💔

Lord Lyman saying "Dear me" to Daemons gross rant about Rhea Royce. He's been a real one from day 1. I know a young lord lyman would treat me right.

You can really see the difference in splendour and size between this tourney and the s1 GoT tourney.

Daemons armor looks great. Totally impractical but great.

The crowd booing Daemon for his unsportsmanlike conduct dhalaidjssjsk hes entering his Elon Musk era

Loved Rhaenyra and Alicents little bitchy gossip sesh

Bby Laena gripping Laenors arm when the knight is getting beaten up 💔

The increasing tourney violence juxtaposed with Aemmas increasingly gory birth....

Daemon does have a point. Viserys is weak and I'm kind of happy he pointed that out.

I like that they showed Rhaenys looking a bit (imo) conflicted when Rhaenyra was named heir and the lords swore their pledges. It must've hurt for her.

Dislikes:

Wish we'd seen more of the politicking at the great council :(. Especially the random lesser claimants like Saeras sons and the descendent of Daenys and Gaemon's second daughter who married a petty lord. Also can you imagine seeing Jaehaerys interacting with one of Saeras illegitimate sons? That may well have been what finally sent him off.

Daemon is annoying me. I didn't mind him in the books but this version is actively passing me off. Gotta say beginning his speech with insulting the city watch was funny tho. Having him say "our city should be safe for all its people" after he spent the night being judge jury and executioner was just audacious....so yeah textbook Daemon

Having the gold cloaks just be thugs terrorising the city like??? Why???? AGCAB tho (all gold cloaks are bastards)

WHY are they acting like absolute male preference primogeniture was firmly established by the great council? That happened after the dance my guys. Picking Rhaenyra over Daemon may have been kind of shaky because of the great council of 101 but it could be justified with andal law, or if daemon is so widely distrusted/disliked another great council.

MYSARIAS ACCENT IS ATROCIOUS

Fights to the death being allowed in jousting. It's supposed to be an exercise for wartime not an actual war smh

Im sorry but Caraxes looked like one of the Jurassic park dinosaurs in the scene where Daemon lets Mysaria touch him

Not a fan of the prophecy being used by Viserys but if the dance ends with the prophecy being lost I won't mind it so much

Can they stop having everyone and their mother repeat the lyanna stark promise me line like please

Costuming:

I liked all of Alicents dresses but only Rhaenyras red tourney dress and heir dress. The first yellow/gold Rhaenyra dress was awful.

Rhaenyras heir outfit was *chefs kiss*

I liked Mysarias white dress in the brothel.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

What do dragons smell like if they're that stinky that you smell like them after a ride???

my man Corlys is rolling over in his grave cause one of his descendants is now one of those very pirates beggaring the realm

Interesting having Viserys be cut (or claim to be cut) by the IT in the first ep when it's taken as a sign of being unfit to rule in the books...AND THEN IT CUTS HIM FOR REAL.

"Bad humours of the mind can affect the body" Ok Sygmynd Fraeud

Bro Viserys' dream sounds just straight up like wishful thinking not dragon dreams 😭😭😭

If I were Otto I'd hate Daemon too "don't let him provoke you" like fuck you Viserys he just insulted the man's recently deceased wife

"You are Daemon Targaryen. Rider of Caraxes, wielder of dark sister, sufferer of plot necessary erectile dysfunction"

VISERYS AND MELLOS YOU ARE GOING TO HELL FOR NOT TELLING AEMMA WHAT WAS GOING ON. STRAIGHT DOWNSTAIRS. I WILL DRAG YOU THERE MYSELF.

We deserve a spin off prequel where Daemon slowly works through every small council position and fails miserably while Otto tears out his hair

Otto you are going to hell along with Viserys. Imagine pimping your teenage daughter out to the king in one of her mothers dresses . Imagine not sending your teenage daughters best friend away when her father has placed her in this position. Viserys being this gross when he has a daughter Alicents age is atrocious.

Do they not have seperate rooms in Westerosi brothels?

The guy who paused mid-fuck to listen to Daemons heir for a day speech hdsldjwkajdjs

Daemon trying to play off the heir for a day speech as GRIEVING IN HIS OWN WAY my god

Is it just me or do all the candles around the dragons kind of imply the Targaryens worship them? I like that idea I'm keeping it.

Overall thoughts:

They should have trigger warnings on these episodes for pregnant people cause jesus christ

Viserys really loves threatening to cut people's tongues out eh?

#and now my HOTD watch begins

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notxaxnun · 2 years

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I'm not here to preach or tell my life's story to the world. I'm just here, thinking. And I needed a way to get it out so here goes:

4 years ago I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. That never really sat right with me, except maybe in the beginning until I started therapy for it. Things had gotten HELLA worse. For real, I was acting out all the time and I just couldn't stop crying.

I had a boyfriend at the time, one with whom I would later on move in with. Anyways, a lot of the times there started to form some moments where I felt at peace and genuinely okay for longer periods of time. But even then something was always off. Was it not about my life it was about my mental state. And then everything started to deteriorate all at once.

Ever since the literal unraveling of my life and basically becoming homeless, after finally finding peace and well even a home. For someone who has never known a real home with real love, that meant something. So I shattered. Over and over again.

Now I'm left here, with all my pieces. Trying to put them together enough to even be a functioning human being. I'm so damn tired of being tired. All my life I've had to fight and goddamn I was so willing to fight and I felt all this fire inside me. But that all burnt out.

So the question remains: how does one get that fire back? I nearly lost my mind trying to figure it out. I spent all my time thinking and now it seems like I can't stop. I want out man. Out of this mind where all these thoughts keep going on and on about a million things.

And then I lost myself entire in all that was bad. Again. This time for real. Up until the point where I admitted to myself that I am in fact an addict. And not only to drugs, but like the thrill of living on the edge not giving a fuck. The thrill of anxiety? Maybe.

I gotta remind myself that healing isn't linear. You don't stand there at point A with one straight ahead road to point B. Working through complex trauma and serious mental illness just isn't unfortunately as simple as that.

It is indeed a hard to swallow pill. But once you've done that you can move onto the phase that , to me , is the scariest but also the most fun one: take action.

DO THINGS. THINGS YOU ENJOY. If you feel stuck and find yourself, like me, doing literally nothing but wasting away, do something FUN. And I mean really fun, like every day. Until you feel like you're ready to take on something that's like way less fun but is necessary.

I find it easier to accept and do the things I don't like to do at all but have to be done when I've accomplished a state of mental peace (or anger , yk that just keeps me going until i can't stop, my house be CLEAN when I get angry). To begin with. Once I've found peace and cleared my mind, then I can start planning on doing said tasks.

Unfortunately it sounds way more simple then it is. Because well, I myself tend to lose focus like all the time. So I like have to remind myself to slow the fuck down like maybe a hundred times a day. But that's okay BECAUSE HERE IT COMES GUYS THE SECRET IS OUT:

I noticed something was up

I didn't know what it was so I LITERALLY slowed down, took a deep breath until I felt like my mind was clearing

I examined my physical state in my mind ie am I hungry?

I examined my mental state

AND TOOK ACTION ACCORDINGLY

Moral of today's long ass story: slow down, take time to fix your physical and mental self before acting and making decisions. It's okay to take your time with things. But just like be strict enough with yourself to not keep postponing them until they become an issue.

That's what I find myself doing now: procratisnating. But lately I've gone about that in a productive way, circling back to what I was saying earlier about like doing fun things until the not-so-fun things don't seem so bad anymore.

Because like it's easy to lose sight of the good if the bad is overflowing and a lot of it is literally in your hands, which is scary. BUT if you have enough fun, sounds silly but it's true, all the other things just don't seem so big and bad anymore.

And then like be strict with yourself even though that's no fun, you gotta respect like your OWN boundaries as well. It'll be less easier to hate yourself once you take care of yourself and respect yourself.

That all starts with (and we all hate hearing it): CLEANING BITCH. But hey like if you put on some music and just start singing along with it, it's not half that bad yk.

That being said, I should take up my own advice and then experience the peace that comes next by yk CLEANING. But like take it slow guys, don't overstress or push yourselves to do anything you really can't but also be honest if you could like do it as to why you're not doing it and then go from there.

Or that's what I learned and struggle with at least! I hope these insights help someone, anyone out there x

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jade-parcels · 3 years

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🌊A seaside vacation together!🌊 Pt. 2!

With Childe, Diluc and Albedo! Pt.1 here!

@wowsiepowsie !! I am so sorry!! I deleted your ask by accident!! It just happened to be the same as this one thank goodness!! Tumblr is also being annoying so…I had to screenshot this ask instead of answering directly *sigh* sorry guys ;-; technology isn’t my strong suit 😅

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Childe:

Ajax is used to the bitter cold of Snezhnaya so I’m sure we can all imagine his utter childlike joy as he jumps around in the sand and bodyslams waves as they crash ashore lmao

He’d love to go anywhere with you! And you picked the beach?? Even better!!

There’s so much to do at the beach! You won’t be laying out in the sun for long cause you’ve got a big man-child running around :) he wants to dunk you in the water, give you a piggyback ride, build a sand fortress, dig a hole and stand in it, he just won’t sit still!!

You gotta pay attention to him though cause he’s a ginger…He’s gonna burn real bad. Please…PLEASE slap some sunblock on him (or whatever the genshin equivalent it 0-0) cause he will be miserable the next day if he’s all burnt to a crisp

He’ll lay and relax with you in the sand if that’s what you really want but he’ll be shifting positions constantly and talking a lot. When he comes to the beach…he doesn’t wanna lay around lmao he’s a busy bee

Ajax will catch a fish for you guys and set up a fire so you can cook outside together! You guys can have dinner while watching the sun set over the waves :)

^ watch out cause once he catches a fish, he’ll chase you around with it “Come give it a kiss!!” “Quit it!! That’s so gross!” “Okay fiiiine! Give me a kiss then~” “Not when you have slimy fish hands”

His earlier antics will catch up to him though, he’ll fall asleep the second you cuddle up to him for the night! He wore himself out lol

So overall??? He would LOVE getting to go anywhere with you! He’ll make it loud, fun and maybe a little dangerous :) as a treat

Diluc:

As long as the beach is secluded and it’s just the two of you, he’ll have a good time

He’ll want to lay in the shade instead of tan when you want to cause he’s yet another ginger. He’s paler than Childe is. He won’t just burn, he’ll evaporate lmao

The second you step on that beach you better get this man to take his shirt off. He’s a beefcake, he’s gotta show it off every once in awhile ;)

Diluc does enjoy domestic activities at the beach like searching for pretty shells or laying in the shallow water together. He also wouldn’t mind cuddling too :)

He’s always hot to the touch though, cause of his vision and whatever genetics made his body temperature run hot anyways. So being in the sun too long will kinda make him over heat! So he’ll go dunk himself in the water when he feels hot and will encourage you to come too :)

His idea of a vacation is not running around or being loud. He’s content to lay beside you in the sand all day long! He’d also love to take a walk along the shore with you too, he’s a hopeless romantic after all

As long as you two feel well rested and refreshed when you go back home, he’s fine with whatever you want to do! Ugh what a simp

Albedo:

He’s so loveable…but so annoying

Who in their right mind comes to the beach with a trunk full of mason jars and art supplies? This man. He’ll take sand samples, seaweed samples, he’ll collect a crab or two, strange rocks, all of it and stick em in jars to take back to his lab

He’ll also bring his art supplies to paint/sketch the scenery! And you of course

You’ll be laying in the sand, telling him about a commission you took out here once before and when you open your eyes to see his reaction, he’s fuckin gone lmao

He isn’t far away but he just got up amd walked away

“Albedo!!” “Yes? Is there something you need, dear?” “Why did you walk away??” “I can hear you perfectly fine from here, please do finish your story. I’m quite interested fo hear how it ends” >:/

He isn’t very interested in swimming or sunbathing but if it makes you happy, he will :) though it won’t be long, he’ll lose interest in it pretty fast

When it comes to seashell collecting he’s all in but expect him to bring a few jars with you to fill up with plants or ‘specimen’ of all kinds

Albedo will eventually settle down right before nightfall, pulling you down to sit on a rock beside him to watch the waves “thank you for bringing me here. I know I kept saying that taking a break was not worthwhile but…I think coming here with you today was the best choice I’ve made for myself in a long time” awwww

Now that he’s done ‘collecting samples’ and ‘observing the scenery’ he’s content to hold you in his arms and chat about anything and everything

#I am so embarrassed that I deleted your ask I’m sorry 😅😅#I hope y’all can pardon my lack of tech skills lol I’m trying my best!!#mobile isn’t always reliable 😅😅#anywaysssssss :’)#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact writing #series: islands #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact childe #genshin impact diluc #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years

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Ghost Rider

summary: on a mission you drop and few flirty comments to Bucky, he might not pick up on them but Steve helps him figure it out.

pairing: Ghost Rider!Reader x Bucky Barnes.

words: 2375

warning: fighting, violence, burns(?), sexual innuendos

Masterlist!

the whole “demon with the skull on fire” look was kinda hard to keep hidden, not that you wanted to. You were recruited by S.H.E.I.L.D. after a fight, the Ghost Rider needed to be stopped but you had info on the real bad guys that made you who you were, you helped the Avengers with hunting.

your performing days were over, after crashes and trauma you tried to hide away...like before, the head on fire thing was very memorable; but you wanted to forget.

Tony and Banner worked together to find a face for you, and after sometime -and a little input to make your hair fire-red- you looked normal, for an Avenger.

The team sat in the conference room, Cap was leading the discussion. He was going over the plan and all the different ways it could end and the proper ways to handle the multiple endings.

Bucky was sat beside you, he always found a way to be near, not too close but just enough. “I like the face, forgot to tell you- I mean, I didn’t see the skull because you were in a cell and only Banner and Tony saw it but still...looks nice,” he whispered, you smiled and nodded. When you looked back to Steve, out of the corner of your eye you saw Bucky shake his head, he muttered something to himself before listening in again.

“Like the hair,” you whispered after a couple seconds so you didn’t get caught like school, Bucky had just cut the long locks to a nice trim. “looks strong and healthy, like someone could pull it.” you joked

“Thanks, it really stays out of my eyes-”

“Buck.” Steve slightly raised his voice, “c’mon, man.”

“Sorry,” Bucky whispered before looking out of the corner of his eye to you, you felt like kids trying to be proper in front of the adults. Bucky flashed a smirk before really listening.

*****

You were all in the quinjet, your combat pants were full of knives, you preferred knives rather than guns; it just happened like that. Bucky sat across from you, you tried not to look at him because of his intense stare you thought your new face was going to melt off if you really focused on it.

Everything was ready, your uniform was set. or so you thought, Bucky stood and kneeled beside you, His nimble fingers going to your left calf to zip up an open pocket. His hand rested on your knee as he took one final scan, looking at your legs and pockets. His thumb swayed back and forth as he checked, as he stood he used your thigh to get a little push up even though he didn’t need it.

“Wow,” he dusted off his own knee from the dirty floor, “great thighs, you should teach me your workout routine.” He smirked before going back to his seat, his tongue flicked up and rested on his tooth, he was really going for it.

and you weren’t one to lose in a battle of flirty comments, the first thing that came to mind was blurted out with the coolest tone.

“they make great earmuffs,” you winked, but Bucky just nodded, he didn’t get the joke and you were now wondering if that complement he gave you wasn’t supposed to be sexy, he just thought you were strong.

*****

You were all camped out by the building which was deep in the forest, everyone was in position. The rain was beating down hard, you could hear thunder from afar but you knew it was getting closer. You were slightly slipping up in the mud, your boot would get caught and would almost fall off.

the earpiece was buzzing, everyone was confirming their status and what they saw. The tall trees covered the moonlight so you would have to rely on the earpieces way more than a typical mission.

“west entrance, clear.” you whispered.

slowly everyone worked their way inside, your door was open so you went right in. You did have a gun on you but you knew if anyone came to fight you’d switch to knives, but long distance needed guns.

All you needed was files, this group had too much information.

Bucky was on the second floor, he and Nat were getting files loaded on the hard drives. She was typing away while Bucky covered her six, he scanned around and around even though the building was extremely dead and quiet. It didn’t look dead, there were no cobwebs or any tipped chairs, it looked like an office that was in use.

“this isn’t right, they would have someone protecting the files.” Bucky muttered and left Nat’s back, going to the doorway where he came in to look again. When he turned, she was there. “I have this feeling, I don’t know wha-aah!”

You heard a scream from upstairs, you dropped what you were doing and headed up, gun ready to open fire. Nat was looking around and breathing hard.

“what is it?” you asked.

“Bucky- he was there- and then not there- they’re like assassins, they are so quiet.” She was paranoid, you’d never seen her like that before. “I have all the info, but we need to find Bucky.”

the earpieces were constantly running, everyone else was listening. “We have to roll out, we’ll get Bucky soon.” Sam said, “this place is freaking me out.”

“We can’t just leave,” you shake your head, but Natasha was already leading you out.

As you reached the outside Natasha let go of her death grip, you shook off her hands and looked back to the building, something was wrong; there should be sounds of movement.

“It’s too dark in there and this won’t end well, I’m calling the shots and I say no.'' Steve put his foot down and towered over, you were a little shorter but the build of that man made you feel small.

You turned back and headed to the door, Steve tried to grab hold of you but he retracted his hand with a hiss. He looked at the palm of his hand and saw it was red, there were already pus bubbles forming.

“You burnt me?” Steve yelled.

You closed your eyes as Steve yelled nothing at you, you needed to help Bucky and you were going to do whatever you needed to do. Your head started to heat gradually, like boiling water. The fake couldn’t hold your heat, the jaw began to melt exposing the skull you used to sport; a little melted near your left eye. But what changed the most was your hair, like a bonfire it was big and tall; you were now taller than Steve. Red flames licked the air as the blue flames in the middle stayed almost still, a ball of light from the actual fire on your head lit around you, allowing you to see.

“I did burn you, third degree.” You sneered and walked to the door, “and if you’re gonna leave Bucky and make me save him, get me Steve’s bike.” You left them with the sound of the door slamming to echo around the vacant forest, it rang louder than thunder and rain.

You walked around, trying to hear for any sign of life. Your heart dropped when you heard a muffled scream, it had to be Bucky. Your feet stomped and echoed up the stairs and the screaming got louder and more despite, when you turned the corner you saw Bucky strapped by the ankles and wrists to a medical table, his eyes were wide with fear and his mouth was stuffed with some rag.

“oh god,” you muttered and ripped out the cloth in his mouth.

Bucky didn’t even give himself time to breathe, “ghost! It’s fucking ghosts- and they went through me- i can see your jaw bone- and then they could-your head in on fire- and then I’m tied- and- BEHIND YOU!”

you turned and saw a ghost, your flaming hair swooshed and shot out sparks because of how fast you turned. The ghost had a knife in his hand, and three emerged from behind him. They were opaque and seemed like ghost zombies, parts of them were missing.

There was a stand off for three seconds before the fighting started, and Bucky could barely see what was going on. You danced around the ghosts with ease and it seemed as though you knew what was coming, he wanted to help but as much as he tugged on the restraints he couldn’t break free. HIs body was about to give out, he was in shock and he was tired like everyone else; but being tied up made him remember his Hydra days and that was enough to make him become small.

“I got you,” you muttered and untied him, the ghosts were gone.

“how did you-...?” Bucky didn’t need to finish his sentence.

“I took one of their knives and used it on them, they couldn’t die from our real weapons so I had to use theirs, it was easy.” you got him out and helped him up, Bucky was putting most of his body weight onto you.

“You’re warm,” Bucky tiredly muttered, he was about to pass out.

“I know, I have fire hair,” you said with a smirk, the fire helped you out of the building. Just for safe measures you leaned down and allowed your hair to light the wall, the rain that was pouring outside would put out your fire and you’d just have normal hair but it would also put out the fire that would start in the building; you didn’t want it to burn the entire forest down.

Bucky was about to collapse on you, his eyelids hovered and barely stayed open. he looked sick, his face was green and extremely pale.

“I-I need to sit..” Bucky slurred and fell against the bottom of the staircase, “I think they drugged me...” You tried to pick him back up again but he was heavier than you.

“Buck, we gotta go,” you warned.

he sloppy grin covered his face, “you’re cute when you’re stressed, I love it!” he sang, “you’re always so cute, I just wanna put you in my back pocket and take you everywhere with me- Oh! I could put you in my backpack and... oh that a good idea, good one, James.” Bucky giggled as he thought of taking you everywhere with him.

“You’re definitely drugged,” you giggled and got him up again, when he protested you thought of staying for a bit longer but the fire you light was fast approaching, “Shit!'' you yanked Bucky up and headed for the door, only then did you notice a oxygen pipe running down the wall, “Bucky was gotta go!”

you busted through the door and smiled widely at Steve’s bike waiting there for you, you carried Bucky over and put him on the seat and you got in front of him.

“My butt is wet!” Bucky yelled like a child, it had been there for a while because of the pool of water on the seat.

“Hold on!” you yelled, the engine revved and as your feet left the ground the bike took off. There was mud everywhere, little potholes and murky water splashing up. you spotted a ramp-type-mud-thing near a tree and went for it. Bucky saw it too and grabbed hold, “Bucky!” you yelled.

“What?” his voice was shaky.

“That’s my boob!” you screamed as you went up the ramp, the building exploded behind you and Bucky forgot to move his hand, the loud noise made him hold tighter, “Ow!’ you grumbled as you landed, going at top speed.

Bucky lowered his hand, “sorry, sorry, sorry, god i didn’t mean to, sorry,” he kept repeating himself, you could feel the blush radiating on his cheeks from behind you.

“Never said I didn’t like it...” you muttered.

“What did you say?” Bucky asked, but he didn’t get an answer because you were back with the rest of the group.

You all went home, Bucky was wheeled to the medical ward to see what he was drugged with and you went to your room.

*****

Steve was holding a laptop as he walked into Bucky’s room, he was still in a hospital bed in the med center, it had been a couple days and Bucky was feeling fine; it was a mix of shock and some random drug they never really identified.

“Alright, I’m showing you something,” Steve’s eyebrows were knitted together, he opened the laptop and it had the audio recordings from the earpieces from the last mission.

“Those earpieces save?” Bucky groggily asked.

“Yes, and I’m showing you this.” Steve had pulled audio clips, “you and y/n need to stop flirting and actually do something, I can’t keep hearing this in my ear all the time.” he sighed and hit play.

‘great thighs, you should teach me your workout routine’

‘they make great earmuffs’

Steve deadpanned to Bucky, Bucky just shrugged, “I didn’t know what she meant by that so I just smiled and nodded.”

“Bucky!” Steve yelled, “where does your head need to be for her thighs to make earmuffs?”

“between her legs?” But was picturing a really fatal choke hold that Nat did once.

“what else is between her legs?”

“her- oh...” his face went from confused to red, “oh...!” Bucky bug eyes met Steve’s knowing face.

“and you grabbed her boob, and just listen to what she says when you moved it.” Steve scrolled a bit and then hit play.

‘never said I didn’t like it...’

“I was drugged, I didn’t know what she was saying!” Bucky cried, “I can’t believe it went over my head.”

“go talk to her!” Steve said.

Bucky stood up and rolled his shoulders back, he walked out of the med center and to the rooms, and at one point he thought about turning around and wimping out but he held strong and kept going. Once he was at your door he knocked and you opened pretty quickly.

“I-” he cleared his throat, “I was thinking about you,” Bucky said.

“really?” you smirked.

“ya... I was wondering if you had a pair of earmuffs I could try on?”

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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Ok uhhh, how about Sean as a ghost? Haunting the gang post-Rhodes, but in a chill way

OOFT anon this was a hard one. I had no idea if i got what you wanted right and this is a whole mess. I kinda got weirdly angsty but tried to keep the "sean is a chill ghost vibe" so here goes nothing.

also a huge thank u to the 700 followers <333 even tho most of u are not from the rdr fandom oop.

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Fuck did things go bad in Rhodes and while you weren’t necessarily there yourself, you wished you had been. Maybe then you could have saved him.

You’re sitting out by the dock at Shady Belle, hoping the bottle of whiskey in your hand will drown out the negative thoughts again. Throwing little pebbles and sticks into the water is a nice distraction for a while but that voice in your head always comes back. The voice that tells you to relive the moments when Arthur rode into camp with his hat held in his hands as he told you the news about your beloved Sean.

Everyone knew how close you two were, how much you cared for each other. You were just a bunch of outlaws causing mischief all in the name of love. Of course, both you and Sean understood the risks that came with this sort of life, knew what could happen as an outlaw but you never imagined you’d see it so soon.

You never thought that some random sunny morning would be the last time you ever saw him. No, you always thought it’d be a train robbery or some other reckless job. You remember the day clearly, sat on guard duty watching as Sean, Bill and Micah all mounted up to head into town. He gave you a wink and a cheeky smile, yelling he’d be back for dinner with pockets full of cash and that had been it. The last time you ever saw Sean alive.

“Whatcha doing over here crying for darlin’?”

You’re startled out of your thoughts by a voice behind you, one that sounded so much like Sean. Jumping up and spinning around, the whiskey bottle in your hand smashes to the floor at the sight before you.

There standing in front of you is Sean. Well not quite, it’s still Sean only he’s covered in a greyish cloud of what you could only guess to be smoke. He seemed to hover slightly above ground and had an almost translucent appearance, it was all quite odd if you weren’t in such shock.

“SEAN?! What the actual fuck! You’re dead, I saw them bury you for chrissakes!”

“You thought I’d only take a couple of boozed up rednecks to get rid of me? Get’outta here love, gonna take a helluva lot more than that!”

Sean’s arms are open like he wants a hug and you’re mind is still trying to process what exactly its seeing that you just simply let it happen.

It seems Sean is still getting used to his apparent new appearance too as he falls straight through you. When you turn around, just as shocked Sean’s mouth is open in surprise. It seems he wasn’t expecting to nearly fall flat on his face.

Sean sat with you for the next few ours, telling you that he had no real idea of waking up a ghost or exactly how he got there. In fact, there was so few details that apart of you was sure he was only a figment of your imagination. But God it felt nice just to hear him again, to see him in front of you— even if you’d get called crazy for it. You wanted so badly just to lean your head on his shoulder like you had done many nights before but clearly his current state did not allow that.

Eventually Sean wanted to pester away at the rest of the gang, so in a spring of energy he bolted for the main campfire where many on the gang were sitting.

It seemed everyone was just as shocked as you to see Sean waving his hands about like an excited child— like nothing had happened.

“Looks like ya can’t get rid of old Dead Eye Macguire that easy eh? Oh lighten up a little guys, ya look like ya’ve seen a ghost! Wheres the whiskey fellas.”

Trust Sean to make a grand entrance, floating high above the fire so he could address everyone huddled around it. The flame turned the greyish smoke a bright amber and it matched the colour of what his hair used to be, for a moment he looked almost normal.

Everyone was completely shocked just as you had been. Javier had stopped playing the guitar while Dutch’s cigar burnt out slowly, completely forgotten in his hand. The silence was only broken when Pearson dropped the boiling stew all over the mudded ground.

“Williamson why so sour all the time? Lighten up will ya! Now that the life of the parties back. And Arthur! Wheres me hug aye?”

Sean spent the rest of the night going around to each member to see what they’d been up to, mostly it was just to annoy them but on this particular night I don’t think any of them minded.

At some point, your dear friend Charles came up to stand beside you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Charles… I’m not hallucinating am I? Thats really him?”

The shock of what had happened was slowly easing away and now all that was left was how tired and emotionally drained you were. First you were grieving and now you’re not? You didn’t know what to think.

“I’m afraid so, the annoying little fella is back… but everyone is happy to see him back.”

Charles always had a way of cheering you up. Knowing exactly the right time to throw in light hearted jokes and comforting reassurances, he was the one you could go to when dealing with Sean’s death was a little too much to bear sometimes.

A smile comes to your face as you watch Sean laughing with the other members, trying to drink a bottle of whiskey but failing as it went straight through him. Memories from when Sean returned from blackwater came flooding back and all the other times you’d spent with him and the gang. You couldn’t help but feel at home once more.

At some point you call it a night, wanting to get a least three hours of sleep before the sun would eventually come up. You’re lying under your blanket, trying to sleep when Sean comes flying through the wall of the tent to hover over you. It’s clear he can’t hug you like he used to but he sits beside you the whole night and for the first time in a while, you’re not afraid to go to sleep.

He’s humming some old Irish folk song gently under his breath and you’re slowly relaxing, letting sleep take you.

The last thing that you hear before you drift off to sleep is the soft whisper of his voice.

“Ain’t gotta worry about me leavin’ any time soon…”

#WHAT IS THIS #i honestly dont know #is this crack taken seriously? yes #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 writing #rdr2 headcanons #gn!reader #red dead redemption 2 #spoilers

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sirensmojo · 3 years

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"Depth Over Distance" Hubby! Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Angst & Fluff.

Summary: Tommy remembers the time he fell in love with you when he realizes that you are falling out of love with him.

A/N: It's Tommy's point of view all along. [it was supposed to be out yesterday but I fell asleep WAY TOO SOON and on my computer....]

PS: Inspired by "Keep your Head up" by Ben Howard.

*Masterlist*

*Arrow House*

The clock was ticking, it was the only sound that could be heard in the office, along with the smoke Tommy exhaled. His eyes were blankly staring at the void forward him, his vision blurred by his thoughts.

She was standing in the chair right in front of him but she wasn’t saying anything, she probably didn’t even notice he was standing near her.

She wouldn’t even look at him in the eyes anymore or even throw a single glance his way. He used to say he’ll not eat with Y/N when just coming home from the House Of Commons, but for several months she wasn’t even expecting him at all. When he would arrive late for dinner, he would rush to the dining room but found it empty.

No plates on the table, and no Y/N waiting for him. It was maids that would welcome him and tell him his wife took supper earlier before going to bed, using the excuse that “she had to wake up early”.

What was she doing early in the morning anyway?

Why was she out all day long? But most of all, why wasn't she looking at him anymore?

Y/N and Tom met during the war, she was a nurse in his department. Being a tunneler meant you weren’t going out often, but when you did, it was solely to put out the bodies of the dead or reach for help for those who were deeply wounded.

He remembers she used to always come to him to take care of his scars when he refused to let anyone touch him until all his soldiers would be taken care of.

She wasn’t saying anything when he would do so, but her eyes… Tommy remembers vividly the way she was looking at him, the aggressive burning fire that was animating her eyes and her stern look contrasting with the way her lids softly fluttered whenever he would catch her looking at him.

She used to panic a little before understanding it was his way to tell her she could take care of his wounds and scars.

Her touches were so soft and sweet, her skin was always smooth and cold. Not in a bad way, it was easing his own that was burning like hot coals.

Being under the ground in very tiny tunnels with all his soldiers, Tommy had to take on his shoulders an amount of pressure no one could ever even imagine, he had to give them orders and lead them to death from time to time. No errors would be acceptable, so he had to calculate everything for everyone.

The air down there was toxic, hot and tense. That’s why he loved Y/N’s skin being cold, it would remind him about the life above the ground, what fresh air felt like, and even if at the time he hadn’t had much space to think about that, she was bringing him hope.

A hope that would be killed as soon as he was back in the tunnels, but still. He could taste hope somehow, so it was better than nothing.

When returning home, he forgot about her for some time, but soon enough, the universe, destiny, or whatever, sent his angel back in the streets of small heath.

She was working in a bakery, and soon, Thomas was bringing bread everywhere he would go. Even in family meetings or the betting shop. Every occasion was an invitation to visit the woman that didn’t seem to recognize him… Or so he thought.

“Y/N! Give your Sergent Major what he needs and close the shop! We need you at the back!”

Her cheeks reddened.

“I’m coming!” Y/N responded by turning her head to the back door before slowly facing Tommy again. She was keeping her head down, but when she met the icy blue staring-eyes of the man she once knew in another time, she cleared her throat and gained composure again.

“So what do you want?”

“Huh?” He responded, aghast.

“What bread this time?” She answered back and he raised his brows.

“You remember me?” He will not order anything, but he wanted the truth.

“Who can forget what happened there.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement and the bitter tone of her voice alarmed him. Did he do something to her personally or was that tone about the war itself? Tom was confused.

He frowned and was staring at the woman in front of him.

“You heard my boss, I gotta close.” She let out before she walked around the counter to join him. She seemed to be aware he was going there only to see her, that’s why she didn’t wait any longer to put him out of the bakery shop.

Tommy, that was now out, under the rain, turned back to look at her through the windows, confusion filling his eyes.

She was aware of his scheme and she indeed kicked him out the shop.

Her attitude made him forget he was a peaky blinder and that he should be served like a fucking Prince. With her, he only felt like a simple man. Not that it was a bad thing, but since he returned his business was the only thing he could think about until he saw her again.

Now she became the key to this other dimension where Tommy Shelby was just Tommy Shelby, not the leader of a backstreet gang, not the head of the Shelby family, no. None of those things mattered or even existed in that dimension. It was just him, her, and the way she was looking at him.

Tom maybe didn’t know what to say that day, but he eventually came back the next day with only one purpose: She will not kick him out this time. This wasn’t too ambitious, or was it?

Because last time she made no effort to kick him out. Her Y/C/E eyes were enough for Tommy to be unable to say anything back.

But he wanted to believe this time will be different.

He pushed the heavy glass door and entered, no clients. He quickly glanced behind the counter but he was surprised to see a blonde girl. It wasn’t Y/N.

“Mr Shelby!” The woman began, a huge smile on her face, she surely knew about his position in this town. “What brings you here? Can I help you?”

But he glimpsed a form, in the tiny room at the back of the shop, and here she was, lifting huge bags of flour from the ground.

He turned back to the girl that was speaking to him and cleared his throat, “Give me my everyday order.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand… It’s my first time serving clients, I do not know what you usually take…” She seemed sorry and scared. So, she heard about what happened when the peaky blinders didn’t have what they wanted.

He got out a cig, lightening it up slowly before puffing on it and lifted his eyes back on the woman, “Well, bring someone who knows.” Was all he said.

“Y/N, please come!” The blondie girl ran to the back door.

“Is it something you do often, to frighten people?” Y/N asked, outright, when nearing the counter.

“Give me my everyday order.” He was looking deep into her eyes, and he could swear he saw her gritted her teeth as the muscle of her jaw tensed.

She grabbed a couple of pieces and wrapped them in fabric, shaking her head.

“Is it something you want to tell me?” He raised his brows, still smoking.

She handed him his order and exhaled, “I don’t understand why you chose that path. Haven’t you got enough with the killings?” She looked at him straight in the eyes, and he would swear she was looking into his soul.

Tommy didn’t say anything for a moment, his body stiffened. It was when his cigarettes burnt his knuckles that he blinked, grunting. He frowned and looked at the burning on his pale skin as the cigarette fell on the ground.

How did she do that? It was as if she understood him better than he did. And her words made him feel like he was cheating on himself.

She grabbed his hand in both of hers, which startled the man that looked up to her face.

It had been forever he hadn't seen her that close, her hair falling perfectly on each side of her face, framing her judging look. “Now you act like you don’t remember who you are, huh? Or maybe you truly forgot.”

Her words echoed in his mind but he was still desperately searching for their meaning. What was she saying?

“So, you hate me.” He concluded, not because that was what he thought but because it was his way of knowing what he truly wanted to know without directly asking her a question. He didn’t need her to think he cared what she thought, even if that was the case.

She put his knuckle in her mouth while frowning at him,” No, I don’t hate you, of course, no.” She was taken aback by his remark. As if it was the dumbest thing she'd ever heard.

“So, what is it? You always be looking at me with those eyes,” he pointed to her with his free hand. That’s when he realized his finger in her mouth, making him flutter his lids a couple times out of confusion, “like I did something wrong.” He concluded while staring at her mouth.

Y/N scoffed, “Stop speaking in the name of my eyes. It’s not my fault if you see your own conscience in them.” She said as letting go of his finger.

She pulled his arm, leading him in the tiny room at the back of the bakery shop. “Sit.” She motioned a dusty table and two chairs while she went away.

Tommy obeyed, patiently waiting for her.

He rewinds the time and hears her voice again, “It’s not my fault if you see your own conscience in them”, well. Maybe she was right. Maybe all of the things he thought he saw in her was in imagination, but here he was, about to have a full conversation with the woman that saw the real him.

“Give me your finger,” she let out while sitting right next to him. “I never hated you, Tommy. It’s who you become that I can’t stand. I thought you discovered your true self there, I guess I was wrong.”

“Don’t speak in my name. It’s not my fault if you see a version of me you want to see and not who I am.”

She lifted her gaze to his, “I saw you looking at your soldiers there. You felt powerless in front of their distress, and it seemed to burn you from the inside. I’m not lying.” She said, putting some kind of liquid on his burn.

“That’s why I become who I’m becoming.” He snapped back, staring at her movements, wincing of pain.

“To never be powerless…” She muttered utterly to herself, but he heard her, and noticed her nodding to herself, she was genuinely trying to understand him.

“And I saw you.” She tied a piece of tissue around his knuckle before exhaling deeply.

“Back then, yea” He completed before she could add anything as if to let her know he wasn’t the same anymore.

“It’s so depressing how you want everything out of life but not the life itself.” She smiled at him faintly, raising a hand to his cheek.

She fondled his skin and shamelessly brought her lips to his, kissing him softly.

Tommy was surprised but in a good way. Now he was sure about what he felt between them since the war.

He put a hand at the back of her head, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, his other hand she took care of cupped one of her cheeks, tenderly.

He couldn’t believe it was the same Y/N in his vivid memories that was ignoring him right now.

He wanted to say something, but the words refused to form in his mind, and his voice was tied in his throat.

He knew she never approved his business even if she never said anything, and he was pretty sure this was the reason he was forced to watch the spaces grow between them.

A heaviness settled on his chest, making him cough even harder than usual. He abruptly crushed his cigarette in the ashtray and clenched his jaw as he grabbed the paper Y/N was reading.

He wanted her attention, he wanted her to look at him the way she used to. He wanted to see his own conscience in her eyes, he needed his wife. And she wasn’t there anymore, or maybe it was him who wasn't there?

Maybe the fact he entered politics was the last straw that broke the camel’s back? It was love or business and he made a decision.

That last thought made sense and would explain why she didn’t even look at him after he grabbed the paper and just left the office without saying anything.

(...)

In the morning, as he just entered the Shelby Brother Company Limited’s office, he saw his wife, sitting in one of the two armchairs in front of his desk.

“Y/N.” His voice was full of expectations.

When he saw the suitcase near her legs, he realized what was bound to happen.

“Sit.” She spoke with a low voice. And that’s when he realized...

It was him who changed. She was still as calm as usual, her hair still perfectly framing her face by falling at each side of her head.

Her Y/C/E eyes that, for the first time in months, met his blue ones were still animated by the same burning fire that when he found her in the bakery shop.

She was the same.

He came and sat at his desk, taking advantage of the fact she didn’t refuse to look at him, to stare at her face, printing as many details as he could before she would vanish, because that’s what she’ll do. He knows it.

“You had been away.” He succeeded saying. He didn’t want her to go silent again or to ignore him, so he made a step towards her, hoping she would do the same.

Tommy didn’t speak the first words coming to his mind, he meant something while saying this.

He wasn’t talking about distance here, no. He was talking about depth, she had been far too in-depth for him to reach for her.

She seemed to understand the depth he meant because she quickly looked away, fleeing the judgment in his icy stern eyes.

“Keep your mind set in your ways. It’s who you are now.” She mutters, giving him a faint smile.

He knew a ‘but’ would be coming at some point, he was patiently waiting for the sentence to drop on his head, so she could finish him off as if her ignoring him didn’t already do enough damage.

“It’s the time we go separate ways, Tom. But it’s okay, cause I’ll always remember you the same….” She tilted her head to the side, closing her eyes abruptly. A couple of tears racing at the corners of her eyes, “Eyes like wildflowers… with your demons of change.”

So that was it, he was right, he was the one who let her down, the one who changed.

“May you find happiness there… May all our hopes all turn out right.” She concluded, finally opening back her eyes.

He closed his eyes at each of her sentences, they were like bullets to him. One hitting him deeper than the previous.

No tears were to be found in her eyes anymore, it was his Y/N right here, right there. The one that once saw him, but couldn’t see him now.

#Hubby! Tommy Shelby #Husband Tommy Shelby #Thomas Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby x Reader #Peaky Blinders

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missinghan · 3 years

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falling for the first time ⤖ bang chan

❖ genre : hogwarts au; fluff

❖ word count : 2,1k.

❖ warning : explicit language

❖ summary : your plan of putting all effort into avoiding bang chan as much as possible has been going smoothly for almost seven years until he asks you for a dance at the Yule Ball. or alternatively, your families hate each other but wait...has he always had those golden flecks in his eyes?

❖ author’s note : here’s the song they’re dancing to 🖤

one.

The once cold ballroom has waited for eons it seems, for a real heart to beat a new rhythm into the matter that made it.

Meanwhile, you too have been waiting (for two-ish hours) in the corner with your cup of root beer abandoned at a table for your dance partner. You’re currently half-clutching your dress and half-panicking because Chan wouldn’t miss an event as extravagant as the Yule Ball. He’s not the type to be sour over little things either just because he didn’t win the Triwizard Tournament. Or perhaps someone else just happened to ask him?

A blood-curdling shriek bursts your eardrums.

Jeongin gives you a nudge with his elbow from behind. “Grilled scream-cheese?” he asks with a mouthful of gluten and carbs, a plate of a sandwich with a (literally) screaming slice of cheese slapped in the middle.

“No, my appetite is ruined,” you say, pushing it away slightly and heaving an audible sigh.

The Ravenclaw boy makes an alarming noise—something similar to ‘uh-oh’ and swallows the big bite from before as fast as he can. “Where’s Chan?”

You only shrug, “Don’t know. Don’t care.” If only you could do that with the train of thoughts that have been going in and out of your ears for the past a hundred and twenty minutes.

“Y/N, you look troubled,” he purses his lips, frowning at you.

“I’m not,” you voice in denial, trying your best not to come off as snappy. No, you will not give up your facade that easily. You won’t leave Chan’s ego nor Jeongin to rest without a fight by saying that you actually want to dance with the heathen!

“Yeah right, let me-“

“Don’t. What if he’s already asked someone else?” You momentarily shudder at how sad you sound. The root beer shouldn’t have hit you this hard. “I mean look at him, he’s Bang Chan. I’m pretty sure those girls from Beauxbatons have been eyeing him up and down since the Tournament.”

Jeongin lets out a huff of laughter in disbelief. “Are you even hearing yourself right now?”

“One of you guys could have asked me. Or I should have paid Jisung to be my partner yesterday. I just, I don’t know, what am I saying? I’m confused.”

Your friend is officially done with your bullshit so he decides for himself that he will now set down his food to make your first and last Yule Ball arguably unforgettable. “Honestly? I can lie and say I would dance with you if you weren’t so full of pride. But truth is, none of us asked you to dance because we all know how badly Chan wants this opportunity. Wake the fuck up! He’s been planning this since forever. I’ll go look for him, wait here,” he points a finger at you before running off, leaving your heartbeat pause awkwardly like a broken record.

The ballroom feels significantly colder now.

“Miss Y/N?”

Ah, perfect timing. What’s another way to phrase ‘being an absolute idiot at a ball’? Oh right, it’s ‘talking to your professor five minutes before the first dance while your friends are socializing left and right’.

“Yes, Headmistress McGonagall?”

Your professor peers around when she realizes that you’re all alone. “Are you and Mister Bang ready?”

“R-ready?” Suddenly, you feel out of place.

“Well, of course. It’s only traditional that the three champions start the first dance!”

“Oh.”

two.

Only the celestial bodies above can know how melancholy you are. But you’re met with a sky without stars tonight.

With your head on your elbows, lips pressed into a straight line, your gaze falls from the endless canvas of darkness to the hustle and bustle of students leaving the Great Hall to head back to their designated dormitories. A sigh. You definitely don’t need to know what they’re going to do for the after-party. Ryujin used to show you an article on this peculiar machine called ‘a laptop’ that the more you sigh, the faster you age. If Chan keeps doing shit like this to you, you’re gonna be all old and wrinkly by the time he comes here.

If he is going to show up at all that is.

The moment you peel your eyes away from the overcrowded main gate, a broad figure is shuffling himself through his drunk Quidditch teammates, sloppy couples, and burnt out professors. He dashes through the empty hallways to reach the spiral staircase, skipping three steps at a time, risking the chances of falling on his face just to get to you.

Pulling himself to a halt at the last step, Chan sees you all curled up against the balcony railings and feels a pang of guilt wash over his innards like a wave. You’re pulling your legs toward your chest, defeated eyes gazing into the space ahead while your hair falls to your face messily. Like you’ve gone through the depths of the Fourth Dimension, struggling through dark matters and a rite of divinity at the end of the line. All for him.

You’re beautiful.

And the amount of affection that’s piling upon his rib cage? Astronomical.

Your gaze is averted away; even with a slight scowl, sloppy clothes and messed up hair, you still flare radiance. He thinks that if a meteor shower is happening right now, you can still outshine it. “You came,” you mention.

For once, Chan finds himself at a loss for words. “Y-Yeah,” he manages to swallow. Yeah? What the fuck, Chan? Is that all you’ve got to say?

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N. Yeji accidentally mistook one of Minho’s potions for her allergy medicine so I gotta take care of that before coming,” he scratches his forearm awkwardly, head hung low with guilt. “I didn’t know it would take that long…”

“Oh.” Wow, jealous stinks. This isn’t pre-school, you’d better snap out of it. “Let’s head back. I wanna check on her before passing out.”

“She’s fine now, sleeps like death. Chaeryeong is there too, you know, just in case.” Chan feels perplexed as he tries to coax anything but the ‘head back’ option from you.

You tilt your head. “And...?”

“I’m afraid you owe me something?” A slow smile begins to outstretch upon his facial muscles, deepening the dimples on either side of his cheeks that you adore the most. “A dance, I believe,” he makes a thinking face while striding toward you.

Coldly, you stand up to dust your dress. “I don’t want to.” You’re not having it, he can tell. But does Bang Chan ever give up?

“A bet is a bet, Y/N.”

Chan’s hand fishes inside the pocket of his trench coat to take out his wand. His hand delicately gives it a swift flick; once, and twice followed by a low mumble from his lips. Immediately, light pulses from the tip of the wand before shooting upward, disintegrating into a million bits as though a starry night is embracing the both of you. He does the same action again to cast a different spell. Music laces through every fiber of air without effort, like honey being poured into your ears.

“It’s just one bet,” he pouts with a hand fully extended toward you.

You should have realized how good Chan looks tonight. A black dress shirt that’s buttoned below appropriate, matching trench coat, silver accessories lining his fingers and ears with naturally tousled hair from running here. He looks so gorgeous that it almost suffocates you, that it almost makes you want to hiss ‘fucking unfair’ out loud.

Enchanted by his poise and grace, your body reacts without the consent of your mind. You seize up when you unknowingly place your hand on top of his, the touch sending electricity down your spine. A simple response has become all too complicated for your brain to process.

You grow breathless the moment he grabs you by the waist and pulls you flush against him. “Yeah, a bet so you’ll leave me alone,” you remark sarcastically to ease your nerves.

“Look, it’s not my fault that the Goblet of Fire chose me to participate in the Tournament,” Chan chuckles lowly, eyes crinkling into crescent moon shapes while he sways you to the soft melody. Dots of light continue to float around weightlessly, reflecting the golden flecks in his eyes. He’s ethereal in the worst way—the way that isn’t healthy for your heart.

But you soon slap on another scowl when you realize he just reminded you of why you’re even here in the first place. If only you weren’t so salty about Slytherin winning your team over at the final Quidditch match before the holiday occurs. Let’s just say you weren’t exactly in the best mind state after getting your ass kicked in your favorite sport.

And Chan wasted no time to slip in between the line of comical humor and your ultimate torment. Which results in—if you get to attend the Triwizard Tournament, he will leave you alone for the rest of your life; but if he is the chosen one, he gets a dance with you at the Yule Ball.

It’s really not all that bad if you think twice about it. Dancing with Bang Chan, the Slytherin’s Quidditch team captain, the student with perfect academics and conduct for six years straight, and now one of the Triwizard Tournament champions this year.

Music threads through the atmosphere and lifts away gravity. You can’t count how many times you have stepped on his toes due to nervousness because you’re too much of a coward to look him in the eye. But he’s the only thing you can seem to focus on right now.

“Besides, don’t you think this is a good opportunity to get rid of the tension between us?” Chan asks honestly, and this causes you to perk up.

“What?”

Lights are twinkling with every step as Chan spins you around gently, your dress billowing out prettily as your heels click against the cold concrete. After that, he swiftly pulls you back into his arms and you exhale in relief like you were meant to be there all this time.

“Don’t act dumb, you’re terrible at it. I know the only reason why you’ve been avoiding me since first year was because of our families’ stupid grudge. ”

Your eyes are cast downward, sadness glinting in your round pupils. “Either way, my parents wouldn’t like to see me talking to you. And look at what we’re doing. It’s going to be catastrophic if they find out.”

“Well, they can’t just magically appear now, can they?” Chan leans a little closer to lock his eyes with yours.

And you break it seconds later because you’re an absolute coward for a Gryffindor. “We’re attending a magic school. Anything is possible.”

“Did they even tell you what the actual problem was in the first place?” he huffs out in faint annoyance.

You shake your head. “I don’t think they’d even remember.”

“Then would you stop giving me that look as if I just shooed your owl way every time I said ‘hi’ on my way to class? Have you ever thought about my feelings? About us being civil for once? Like friends? Or even more so?”

“I-“

“We’re not our parents, Y/N.”

Your heart becomes all erratic at his words. It’s nothing like those fully-fledged, tear-jerking nor cheesyass confessions that you’ve gawked at one too many times, but it makes your heart flutter and stirs up those cliché butterflies inside your stomach. This can’t be compared to the Yule Ball—it’s even better than that. Because it feels as though you and Chan are the only presences that graze the surface of this land. There’s no one to judge, no fingers to point, no gossip spreading like wildfire.

It’s perfect. Almost.

“Us...it’s not- it can’t happen. It’s not supposed to happen. It’s not possible, Chan.”

Wordlessly, he stops, moves both of your hands to his shoulders, and wraps his arms around your torso. The sound of your heartbeat against his is so in sync they just drown out the music completely. Time is frozen in place, leaving you to hang on the edge with him, hanging onto this single moment as thin as the red string of fate. You’re waiting for him to do something, say something.

Just then, Chan cracks a wry smile and pulls you closer by the nape of your neck, resting his forehead comfortably on yours. “We’re attending a magic school. Anything is possible.”

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simpz-art-stash · 3 years

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Late beginnings

Summary: Mac goes out for a drink, and happens upon some advice he takes into consideration about his skewered relationship with Wukong. Before finally taking some action to mend the long burnt bridge. (Author’s note: I barely did any beta reading for this so if it’s worded strangely that’s just how I write without the normal filter on. I’m country so HOWDY) Next Page ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The night was late, but he didn’t care, he might as well have been nocturnal with the way his whole life revolved around the whole stereotype of shadows and shit. He’d walked into a bar he’d passed through a few times before, donning his human disguise of course beforehand, and walked in without sparing anyone else a glance. Before planting his rear in one of the stools seated at the front bar, ordering a drink to get the night started. “I’m really looking forward to seeing that new Monkey King movie with the trailer they just released. You saw it too right?? The whole style of the film is on par with their most recent game- OH, you think they’re gonna make a game of it?? I bet you they wiiiill!~” Ugh, great, just what he’d come here to avoid.

Mac’s eyes glanced to the blabbermouth boasting about whatever new movie was being made about his ex, to see two girls residing a ways down near the other end of the bar a few seats away from him. Both looking to have had a fair night themselves already if any of the cups and plates hanging around their spot was anything to go by. “Probably. I hope it’s better than last game that came out on the Brick 360, the bugs in that thing were gross to deal with.” Their friend commented back. Before looking down at their phone and claiming that it was getting late and that they had to go. “Yeah I’ll see ya Monday!” The chick waved their friend off a lazy farewell after they’d paid their bill before going back to their drink, now taking less tedious sips as the mood seemed to smooth out from their conversation prior. “I see someone’s a pretty big fan of that ol’ man.” Macaque piped up from where he sat, earning the attention of the stranger he’d directed his comment towards. “The Monkey King yeah?” Sparks danced in the chick’s eyes at the recognition of the name, before the stranger perked up and beamed a smile back at him, “You betcha! I’m a total nerd for that legend.” ‘A legend, hah.’ “S’the whole reason I moved to China in the first place.” She jabbed a thumb at her chest, “All the way from America!” Mac whistled, “That’s a pretty far leap to take, even for a legend. What, you hopin’ you’ll get the chance to see em’ or somethin’?” He sneered, taking his glass and lazily swirling it in his hand. “I wish!” She laughed, “Nah I mostly just moved here for work. If anything though it’s cuz a them for where I am now. I’d never even heard of him till about five years ago!” Mac blinked, lowering his drink from his lips, “You’re joking…”

“Not at all! No one hardly knows the story back home. Only reason I found out was cuz I just started gettin’ into anything monkey-related as a hobby.” She pointed at him, “Don’t laugh either, it’s a wildly popular standpoint to have these days online.” Mac quirked a brow at that, he’d hardly touched the internet these days save for whenever he needed some quick info on something he couldn’t find elsewhere. He held his hands up, “Hey I ain’t judging…” He smirked a little to betray the look that he totally was though. It was kinda funny how ironic it was him being there right then. She squinted at him, “Anyways...Yeah, I’d seen stuff of him online, but I’d never paid much attention to it up until recently.” “What made you change your mind?” Mac boredly probed, taking a sip. She simply shrugged, “I was in a dark headspace, guy made me laugh.” He paused, “Wait, seriously??” “I mean have you HEARD half the crazy shit he’s done??” ‘Babe I’ve LIVED through half the shit he’s done.’ “Like, literally, the guy is HILARIOUS. My favorite story out of them all being one where he literally tricked THREE taoist immortals into drinking his own piss!!” She burst out laughing while Mac choked on his drink a little, not having expected to hear that of all things. Sure he’d heard a few of the shenanigan’s his peaches had gotten up to throughout his journey to the west but he’d never heard that one before. Nor had he the patience to read through all that mess of context that had been published either. “Ahhh man, it still gets me…” The chick sighed with a few leftover laughs as she wiped a tear from her eye. “What about you? What’s your favorite story?” She asked. And suddenly Mac felt like he’d been put on the spot as he stared back at her. “Come ooon, surely there’s one that’s gotten your gut rolling.” She pried. ‘Plenty, but there ain’t no way in hell I’d tell a soul.’ “Bahh...there ain’t the first one that comes to mind that I’d like. Honestly I’m not even much of a fan.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Whaaat?? Aw come on! There’s tons of cool n’ funny stories!” “Heh..can’t imagine what you find so charming about a guy who’s too good for his own friends.” Mac spitefully twacked himself mentally for spewing something so personal like that out. Ugh, and he hadn’t even finished half his drink yet… The chick sitting to his left seemed to tilt her head a little before she squinted at him. Her silence being what brought his attention from his drink to her as he blinked back with a quirked brow. “What?” “Your eyes, they’re like raging storm clouds.” She pointed out. He blinked, not really sure how to feel about that. The only one who’d ever really pointed that out to him before was… “...So?” “Nothing!...” She shrugged, turning back away towards her own drink as if no conversation at all had happened between them. Whatever...he had his fill of shit to drink to either way. The night might’ve been late but he was just getting started. “He makes me laugh though.” She pointed out, earning her a glance. “All his stories n’ stuff. If there was ever a man I’d want, it’d be one who could always make me laugh.” “Hmph, not one for strength?” He took a long sip. Ignoring the bitterness of others fawning over someone he’d come to love before he’d gotten so popular. “Strength is fine n’ all, but it can only take a relationship so far..you gotta have more pieces to put in that crockpot of a relationship if you wanna make it taste good. Stuff like patience, honesty, a little bit of everything to help it all come together to make it juuuuust right.” “Hm…” “It can’t be all just you putting the stuff in there either, it’s gotta be a contribution from both gardens. Otherwise you’ll just barren your lands and be left with nothing to spare yourself or others in your life with.” She glanced at Mac, “Relationships are tricky like that, but they should always be a 50/50 split~” She winked. That...actually sounded like pretty sound advice. Something he’d heard a little here and there before but never so simply laid out. Though it made sense from his standpoint, fairness n’ all that. But he’d been that way with Wukong before and it had never worked out, all the bickering and such, so what had gone wrong? “Can I...ask you something?” Mac inquired. “Shoot.” “What’re your thoughts on..a relationship that seemed fine, but then the other changed so much that everything about it fell apart?” “Mmm...care to sprinkle in a lil more context?” The chick eyed him. Mac’s face scrunched up a little, no idea why he was asking some random mortal for relationship advice of all things. “Hey man. We’re both probably never gonna meet again after tonight, so if you’ve got skeletons in your closet, your best place to let em’ out is here. Bartenders are known for being the most well kept secret keepers in all the world after all~” She winked at the bartender in question who simply looked the other way with a look that might’ve suggested such a fact as truth. “Hm…” Ah screw it, “Alright alright…” He sighed and put his drink down, “There’s..someone. We used to be real close, we were strong together but then uh..shit got real and he had to go deal with it. But when he came back he uh, wasn’t the same as before, an I might’ve sorta assumed he was cheating on me so…so we kinda fell out.” The chick nodded, “Ahh..the classic misunderstanding of change and cheating, a tale as old as time.” She seemed to hum a moment before she turned from where she was seated, if not to hop down off her stool and plop down on the one right up next to him. “Uh-” “Shhh, lemme see those eyes.” She squinted, leaning in and staring deep into his. It’d would’ve been really unnerving if she hadn’t said anything about them before, now he was a lil put off that he might’ve been asking a witch of all things for advice… “Right. Well, at least you feel bad about it. So there’s that.” He blinked and his brows furrowed, “Wh- of course I feel bad about it, it was his fault-” He suddenly had a finger pressed to his lips. “Nope! Nooononono, you do not get to throw all the blame elsewhere like that sweetheart. There ain’t no way in hell you’re gettin’ a second chance with them if you keep that up.” She pulled her hands back. His face scrunched up and he found himself crossing his arms, if he had his tail out it would’ve been irritably swaying behind him right then at just how annoyed he was getting at this weird lady and her words. “Oh yeah? An what do you think’s best then huh?” “I dunno if you’d be up for that kinda challenge…” She idly fiddled with an imaginative piece of lint off her sleeve, which only seemed to irritate Mac further at the thought of him not being able to handle Wukong of all people. Like sure he’d gotten his ass handed to him before but he could still hold his own! “Try me.” The chick glanced back at him with a smirk, which caught him off guard for a second before he shot her a glare back. “Alright, but it’s definitely not gonna be as quick or easygoing of a recovery as you might hope it’ll be. Nor is there even a chance of you recovering it in the first place. But, you at least got that spark enough to try so who am I to deny?” ‘Hmpt, dam right I got a spark.’

“First of all, no more blaming, if you’re gonna tackle this properly, you gotta do yourselves a favor an quit it with the blame placing. Sure it’s easy, but it ain’t gonna get you nowhere but back to square one. It’s all in the past, the now is now. So push forward to fix it and put it behind you two so you can focus on the more important things.” “Easier said than done…” “Hey man, even if they don’t follow the same ruleset at first you could always work things out to make it one later on. I’m just tellin’ ya right now so you won’t just go diggin’ yourself a deeper hole.” Honestly at this point he was pretty much six feet down under, death to him would’ve been a mercy right then. “Fine…” He rolled his eyes. “Next up, apologizing…” -----------~----------- “I thought I told you to stay off my island.” Mac didn’t really glance back from where he stood high up on one of the breathtaking ledges that which Flower Fruit Mountain bolstered. His arms crossed, eyes sternly held against the leftover warmth of the late afternoon sun as it shifted the skies hues from blue to blood red. Hopefully that would be the only tinge of red the Mountain would see after today. “I know.” “What, no witty remark? Give me one good reason-” “I just wanted to talk.” Mac stated plainly. “Why the hell should I give you the chance?” “...” Mac wasn’t sure if he could come up with a good enough reason after the shitshow he’d caused him the last few centuries, most recent being his spat with him between MK. “I’m sorry.” That seemed to catch the king off guard, as he paused in his vicious glare to stare at the other. “Excuse me??” “I’m.Sorry.” Mac turned finally to Wukong, that look of fiery malice having softened immensely upon meeting their eyes. “I was wrong for what I did and I’m sorry.” Wukong’s face looked like it had had a stroke with how frozen in place it was, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Hurting everyone around you just to get back at you, I was wrong for doing that. And I just wanted to apologize.” Mac’s face twisted a little, the words coming out a little rougher than he’d liked, but he’d managed to get three steps in so far… “If you think a few sorry’s are gonna be enough to make up for all that crap then you gotta nother’ thing comin Mac.” Wukong finally shook off the surprise and crossed his arms with a steely gaze. “Nah I know they ain’t worth shit with as long as it's been...which it’s been..a really, really long time come to think of it..nearly 3000 years…” Fucking yikes. “What’s your point?...” Wukong raised a brow at him. “My point is...my point..” What was his point? To make amends and hope they’d get back together? To go back to the way things were? That couldn’t be done with the way things were now. Wukong had a successor, a moral compass, a lotta shit that Mac didn’t. A lotta shit that he wanted but never could figure out how to get his own. His face scrunched up a little and he sighed, “I..just wanted to make things right.” “Oh-hoh? After so long you finally decided to admit you were at fault? Sorry Mac, but it’s waaaay too late for that.” Wukong huffed, “Honestly, this is probably just another one of your stupid tricks if anything. The old Macaque would never throw himself down like that.” “Well maybe I’ve changed!” Mac exclaimed suddenly, his temper flaring a bit as his eyes flashed lightning. “3000 years later? As if…” Wukong rolled his eyes and turned away, “You’ve still got that same look in your eyes you always do whenever we fight. Do me a favor and just keep away from the hot springs this time yeah? The last time you were here you sent a whole dam boulder over there and smashed half the pools.” He waved his hand dismissively. “And I happen to take my once a month bath’s very seriously.” Mac’s nostrils flared a little at just how flamboyant Wukong was acting towards him and his attempt to make amends. How he just saw his attempt as a joke and nothing more, it pissed him off. Wukong had changed and everyone had accepted him, well not everyone, but still, why couldn’t the same be for him? Had he really fooled himself into believing that there was a chance he and Wukong could be together again? His shoulders slumped a little. Of course, who was he kidding. A 3000 year old pit of grudges wasn’t about to just up and disappear at the wave of a white flag. This was Wukong, the same guy who still playfully pestered the gods and demons around him for past conflicts that had happened between them. -----------~----------- “But you can’t just go, ‘ooo I’m so sorry for what I did.’ Nah, you gotta follow the five steps.” The chick claimed. “Yeesh, this a learning course now?” Mac tilted his head to the side. “It is if you wanna make things right.” She claimed matter a factly. “The five steps have never failed me before and have worked wonders for any an all my relationships. Might not quite have the same range of effect you’re going for but it’ll at least be a good start.” “Heh, you got the guts to back up that case?” Mac sneered. “I will if you don’t manage to screw it up.” The chick pointed out. “The five steps go as follows.” - express sorrow (I’m sorry) - own guilt (I was wrong) - name specific wrongs (I did X) - name impact (I hurt you) “And finally...” -----------~----------- “What can I do to prove myself to you?” Macaque asked finally. “What can I do to at least make it to where we can..not fight anymore..and just talk?...” Wukong stood there for a long moment, his features unreadable as their silence was muffled by the wind bellowing between them both from being so high up. “You really are serious about this aren’t you?...” Wukong’s head shifted ever so slightly, but not enough to where Mac could get a reading on his emotions. “I’m tired of fighting and waiting and thinking that if enough time passes things’ll go back to the way they were...when they never will. Trying to hurt you isn’t gonna make the old you come back, no matter how many times you beat me down...It’ll never be the same.” Mac admitted finally. A quiet gust settled down between them, before Wukong seemed to let out a dry chuckle and shook his head. “Can’t believe it took me 3000 years to beat the sense into you.” He turned and looked back at the other, where he no longer held a look of seething hate, but more akin to that of the same tired look just as the one Mac wore. Mac felt a sliver of guilt wriggle its way into one of the cracks of his heart and he glanced away, pulling a hand back and scratching his head. “Yeah well...your kid hit me pretty hard last time, enough to knock it in place.” A small smile crept a little onto his face. “Hm~ He’s gettin’ pretty good at hittin’ stuff with that old stick.” Wukong’s eyes glinted a little at the appeal of how proud he was for MK having taken Mac out the way he did. A little over the top and flashy, just like him.” “He’s got a pretty strong master to thank for that…” Mac found himself yearning a little for that same glint to be reflected on his memory the same way as MK’s. Not that he couldn’t see himself holding the same appeal for MK the way Wukong did, kid was strong, just a lil desperate in some of the cracks that shaped his outline. Something Macaque found that was easy enough to take advantage of, and something Wukong held a blind eye to. “Hm.” Wukong’s reply pushed him out of those thoughts for the moment as they shared a brief look between one another. A glimmer of reconsideration flashing between the two before Wukong finally turned his head away to drink in the sunset before them. “One chance.” Mac felt his heart nearly stop at that answer. “I’ll give you one chance, but if you screw this up, don’t even think about showing your face to me again.” Wukong replied, “I mean it this time…” Mac swallowed a little and nodded. Anything, he’d be willing to do anything to gain back what little trust he could from Wukong. “Good...you can start making up for it by apologizing to MK.” Mac blinked and sputtered a little as Wukong turned away and began to make his way back down the mountain. A smile playing on his lips while Macaque groaned to the heavens about his next trial.

#shadowpeaches #LMK #lego monkie kid #my fics #Sun Wukong #Macaque #AND MEEEEE #BECAUSE I SAID SO #>:3c

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Love like the movies // Bucky Barnes

One - When Harry met Sally

Synopsis: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. Growing up, Bucky had not a doubt in his mind that his undeniable charm and his gorgeous smile would one day help him find the one. Now he realizes there’s so much more to romancing women, especially those from the 21st century. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is not a love story. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for EP1 of TFATWS)

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

“ Now in the movies they make it look so perfect And in the background they're always playing the right song And in the ending there's always a resolution But real life is more than just two hours long “

Some Avett Brothers song sounds from the little radio that sits on the corner of the counter. Thick drops of rain pearl against the window, racing each other down the glass before meeting up eventually and becoming one with each other.

(Y/N) refills the last of the mustard bottles, setting it on the counter next to the others. It’s a quiet night at the diner. The kitchen’s been closed for an hour now and usually, that’s when people stop coming in. While the Little Blue Diner is known for their hot dogs and burgers, neither their coffee nor their cold sandwiches are gonna win any prizes any time soon.

And yet …

Sure enough, as her eyes lift towards the figure slouched down in the corner booth, his gloved hand is already outstretched, signaling his desire for yet another refill.

A mixture between a chuckle and a scoff tumbles from her lips at the thought of him wanting more of the slightly burned liquid. If there’s one thing (Y/N) can admit to being bad at, it’s brewing coffee. Where there should be a rich brown color, hers usually ends up with an inky black hue and instead of leaving a hint of warm caramelization on your tongue hers just tastes bitter. It doesn’t seem to face the man in the corner though. Not even a little bit. To say this worries her is a bit of an understatement. No one in their right mind would take 7 refills of her witch's brew.

“ You okay, my dude ? “ (Y/N) inquires as she steps up to his table, coffee pot in hand.

The man doesn’t look up at her. He doesn’t have to. She’s acutely aware of the character currently occupying the corner booth. It’s a face she knows like the back of her hand. One that’s been staring at her from books and documentaries, one she’s been greeted by every time her dad took her with him to the Smithsonian. Though they do not dare look up at her, she’s so awfully familiar with the bright blue shade of his eyes, he might as well be a long-time friend.

“ I’m fine. “

Of all the lies in the world, “I’m fine” must be the most unbelievable one and yet the one told most often. No one who’s actually fine ever says those words. Those two words are reserved for the lonely and broken only. It’s like getting “I’m not fine at all” tattooed across your goddamn forehead.

“ Sure you are, that’s why you’re having the 7th refill of my god awful coffee. “

“ ‘s not that bad. “

“ Sure, if you’re into licking charcoal it’s probably not that bad. “

It’s just a split of a second, a fraction of a moment, but (Y/N) is sure she can see the corner of his lips lifting slightly. It falls back into the stoic scowl immediately but it was there. For a teeny tiny moment, there was the shadow of a smirk on his face and that’s a success in her book.

“ Either way, here’s how we’re gonna do this. I’ll give you one last refill, after that, I’m cutting you off, my friend. I know I’m a waitress and it’s my job to bring you what you want but I do not fancy watching you suffer a caffeine-induced heart attack in this very diner. I am not equipped to handle a situation like that and quite honestly they don’t pay me enough to deal with that either. “

His eyes are still trained on the scratched-up white linoleum table but ever so faintly he nods his head in silent agreement.

As promised, she pours him one last cup of coffee. A brew so dark it could rival the bubbling goo of a tar pit.

“ Enjoy your last cup of the night, Mr. Barnes. “

It’s then, as she’s just about to walk back behind the counter, as those words leave her lips, that he looks up for the first time since he’s walked in.

His eyes are the exact shade of blue she’s so familiar with but there’s something else about them. An infinite sadness haunts every spec of blue. Where she thought there would be a sparkle of adventure, a hint of mischief, there is just loneliness. This is not the man she’s read about in museums, heard about in stories. This man right here is completely and utterly lost.

“ I - I uh — “

He clears his throat, once, twice, then nervously brushes his hand across his face.

“ I can go if you don’t want me here. “

“ Huh? “

“ I asked if you want me to leave. “

As those words escape him, his eyes seem to grow even more devastated. They glimmer with memories of a time long gone and a future uncertain. Shine with hurt and fear.

“ Why would I ask you to leave? “

Bucky shrugs his shoulders in a way to make it look nonchalantly. It’s hard to seem casual though when you seem to carry the weight of the entire world on your shoulders.

“ People who recognize me usually aren’t so keen on having me around. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m uh — I’m not people’s favorite person. “

It’s a sad thought, (Y/N) realizes, to be constantly bound to a past that is yours but never really belongs to you. To be forever linked with the horrible actions of a version of yourself you had no control over. And no matter how hard you try to set it all right and to repent for your wrongdoings, to some people it will never be enough.

“ No, you don’t have to leave, “ (Y/N) reassures before sliding into the booth opposite him. “ I don’t know you because of — because of what happened. I know you first and foremost as Sergeant Barnes, former officer of the 107th Infantry Regiment, part of the Howling Commandos, and best friend and brother to Steve Rogers. Everything else that’s — none of my business really. “

Bucky lifts his eyes off of the table again and while the sadness is still there, something else lingers for a moment. Curiosity, intrigue maybe, or just relief.

“ Wow. Didn’t think I’d run into someone reciting my life to me. Huh. “

“ My dad used to be a curator at the Smithsonian. He was in charge of the Captain America exhibition. I’ve seen your face a million times, visiting him at work. I gotta say though, you look way more approachable and friendly on the picture they put up. “

This time, it’s more than a fleeting moment, this time she’s sure about it, this time he lets out an actual chuckle.

“ I was a lot younger then, okay? Cut an old man some slack. “

“ Oh, you pulling the old man card now? “

“ Is it working? “ he asks, eyebrows raised in question.

“ Not really. “

“ Ah, what a shame.”

Silence settles upon them again like a thick duvet filled with feathers, it’s not uncomfortable but it’s smothering anyway.

“ Do you wanna talk about it? Your sour mood, I mean.”

Bucky shrugs again “I have a therapist.”

“ Does she make you draw your feelings? “

He smiles again at that question. His smile, (Y/N) thinks, ain’t the worst thing she’s ever seen. She wouldn’t mind seeing it more often.

“ No. Why? “

“ Mine did. She stopped pretty quickly though, I guess my drawings were too detailed and gory for her.”

“ Huh. “

“ Mmmh.”

After another sip of coffee, one he takes without grimacing, without showing any sign of disgust for the burnt brew, Bucky speaks up again.

“ Mine thinks I’m lying to her. “

“ Are you ?”

“ Well yeah, but she doesn’t need to know that.”

“ Maybe telling her the truth would help you. “ (Y/N) suggests only to be met with a determined head shake No from Bucky.

The notification sound of a phone pulls them from their conversation and at the sight of the name on the display, Bucky lets an “oh shit” slip from his lips.

“ Don’t you sound excited about getting texts from your friends, “ (Y/N) jokes

“ I had a date last night. That’s her. “

“ Since she’s texting you I assume it went well. “

Bucky grimaces at her words, slightly shaking his head in disagreement.

“ No? “

“ I mean, I had fun and it went well — at first. She’s really sweet. But then we started talking and I may have run. “

“ Ran where? “

“ Away. “

“ Away as in you left. “

“ Mm-mmh”

“ Just like that? “

“ Yup. “

“ Why? “

He throws up his arms in frustration and shakes his head again as if to gather all his thoughts and rattle them neatly back into place.

“ I don’t know, okay? I haven’t been on a date since the 1940s. Everything I know about women and dating and romance seems antiquated. I’m overwhelmed and confused and I just don’t wanna do anything wrong.”

“ Dude, you ran from your date without any explanation. How much worse could you have handled it? “

“ Yeah well, hindsight is 20/20. “

While his words try to sound light and nonchalant, his shoulders tense and his whole demeanor seems to shift back into the gloomy state he’s been in since he entered the diner. Like a big cloud that’s following him around, casting shadows at all times and hardly allowing any light to shine through.

“ Look, I don’t think any of us know what the heck we’re doing half the time. Like, trust me I know what I’m talking about. Online dating means I have to choose between men who think posing with a dead fish will make me want to sleep with them, men who think knowing obscure Star Wars facts can replace having an actual personality, and men who send me pictures of their … privates without me ever giving any indication of wanting to see those. So yeah — dating can really s - be frustrating. “

Bucky regards her for a second, the right corner of his lips pulled into a lazy lopsided smirk.

“ Did you just censor yourself because you don’t wanna swear around me ?”

“ Maybe, but that’s beside the point. The point is, we’re all just human and in the end, we’re all just looking for someone to like us the way we are, all quirks and issues and baggage included. I know women might seem intimidating but really all we want is to be loved and appreciated. And not the over-the-top build-you-a-house, the notebook kind of love. More like the Harry and Sally kind.“

(Y/N) can almost see the gears working inside Bucky’s brain, the desperate attempt to make any sense of all the words and phrases she’s just thrown at him. A jumbled mess of pop culture references swirls through his head like a swarm of bees, chaotic and messy.

“ I have no idea what you just said. “

“ When Harry met Sally? “

Bucky just shrugs and shakes his head.

“ You’ve never seen it? “

“ I’ve been a bit preoccupied with being blipped away into oblivion for the last 5 years. So I haven’t really had the time to get into movies yet. “

This time it’s the gears in her own head that start turning.

“ What are you doing Friday night ? “ she asks, biting her lip in nervous anticipation.

“ I — I don’t know. “

That’s a bit of a lie, really. He does know. It’s the same thing he does pretty much every other day. He gets some takeout, brings it home, sits down in front of the tv, tries to get lost in whatever show they put on, fails at doing so, reads a few pages of a book, lays down to sleep, and then wakes up a little while later to yet another nightmare, tangled up in sweaty sheets, heart racing.

(Y/N) doesn’t need to know any of that though. He doesn’t tell his therapist so why would he tell a random stranger.

“ Well, don’t make any plans. We’re gonna kill 2 birds with 1 stone. “

“ We are? “

“ Yeah. Trust me on this one. “

“ I don’t even know you. “

“ Sure you do. “ (Y/N) says and taps the tag pinned to her baby blue polo shirt with the diner’s logo on the back. “ I’m the one who serves you just enough coffee to keep you happy but not have you die a painful and honestly mildly embarrassing death. “

Every part of him screams at him to say no. To stay away from her the way he does from most other people, even Sam. To get up and get out and not cause any more damage than he already has in other people’s life. But then he remembers his therapist's words, he remembers Leah’s face full of confusion and disappointment, he remembers the empty feeling in his chest. That feeling of pure and utter loneliness.

“ Alright, Friday works for me, (Y/N). “

“ Perfect, Bucky. “

“ Bring a jacket. “

The address and “Bring a jacket” that’s all she’s texted him. No explanation, no plan, nothing.

Bucks leans against the streetlamp, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. Anxiety is washing through his system like tidal waves on a stormy ocean. This whole being spontaneous thing was much easier back in the 40s. When his shoulders weren’t so heavy with guilt. When he didn’t have to constantly face the consequences of his actions. Consequences of a past he can never quite outrun no matter how far he goes and how hard he tries.

Maybe this is good, he has to remind himself. Getting out of his comfort zone, if that even exists for him. Opening himself up to new opportunities. Maybe even make a friend. (Y/N) seem nice enough, if a bit peculiar.

His shrink would be proud of him. Getting out there, talking to people, being approachable. This must for sure earn him some kind of gold star equivalent in her notebook.

“ Hey there, Mr. Grumpyface. “

(Y/N)'s voice cuts through the chilly New York night like headlights through thick fog. She strolls towards him, lips pulled into a big bright smile. Leading up to tonight he’s spent quite a lot of time wondering if this is some kind of project for her, if maybe she sees him as a sort of charity case. Something to earn her karma points. It wouldn’t be the first time. But the genuine joy radiating from her face lets those worries melt away instantly.

Maybe, Bucky thinks, she really just thinks he’ll make a good friend. And maybe he can.

“ Hi, (Y/N). “

“ You brought a jacket” she points out, pinching the black leather between her fingers. Her nails are painted in various shades of red, each finger a different hue.

“ I did. You told me to. “

“ And you listened! “

“ Why wouldn’t I ? “ Bucky inquires, a look of confusion settling on his face.

“ You wouldn’t believe how many men think wearing a jacket when it’s cold out somehow clashes with their need to demonstrate their masculinity. “

“ Wow. “ he exclaims.

“ Yeah. So anyway, you ready to go up? “

She nods her head towards the house across the street. It’s a slim multiple-story brick building with rusty fire escapes. It looks like a residential lot, not much else that could give away (Y/N)’s plan for the rest of the night.

“ Up? “

“ Mm-mh. “ (Y/N) nods and motions towards the top of the building. “ to the roof. “

“ The roof? You’re not planning to push me off or anything, right? I don’t usually spend time with strangers on rooftops. “ he tells her, a smirk lifting the sides of his lips.

She grants him a smile in return. One of those that you try so hard to suppress but despite your best efforts they find their way onto your face anyway. Because some smiles demand to be smiled. And her smile is pretty cute, he thinks, it deserves to be seen.

“ Foiled again, damn Bucky. I’m a waitress with a useless degree in literature and creative writing but assassinating you was exactly what I had planned for tonight. Couldn’t let me have that one, huh? “

“ Sorry to spoil all the fun. “

She softly bumps her shoulder against his right side as she passes him and crosses the street. Her red skirt flutters around her knees like a ribbon of fire, bright and warm and —

“ You coming, grumpy ?”

“ Yeah uh — yeah sure. “

The walk upstairs is filled with chatter from her and nodding from Bucky. It’s been like this most of the time since — well since he’s really back. Other people usually do the talking and Bucky listens. It works most of the time. Works with Yori. Sometimes though, sometimes it doesn’t. He can see people getting frustrated with him. Hell his own therapist does and she knows the baggage he has to carry around.

This is different though, (Y/N) doesn’t seem to mind much. She’s a waterfall of words and topics and doesn’t seem to get bored or annoyed with him. It’s nice.

A heavy iron door swings open as they reach the top of the building and as soon as they step out onto the rooftop balcony they get engulfed in an ocean of lights. They’re strung from one end of the roof to the other and back again. Next to the door, a little makeshift bar is set up, and a guy in a Star Wars shirt hands out beers to people.

Multicolored deck chairs and beanbags are haphazardly placed across the entire roof, all pointing towards the corner furthest away from the door where a big white sheet hangs spanned between two poles.

“ Sooo you gonna tell me what we’re doing here? “ Bucky asks again as (Y/N) steers him towards a cluster of chairs in the back.

“ Some peeps I went to university with, set up movie screenings here every once in a while. I could pull some strings and got to choose the movie. “

“ We’re gonna watch a movie? “

“ Not just any movie, “ she exclaims and drops down onto one of the plastic deck chairs that looks like it used to be bright pink once but is now but a bleached blush colour from being exposed to the sun too much. “ We’re watching when Harry met Sally. “

Bucky slumps down on the chair next to her, a blue one with white daisy patterns.

“ Me not knowing this movie really does bother you, huh? “

“ It’s a classic, might as well start with this one. And anyway, maybe this can help you get back into the dating game. Ya know, help you understand modern romance. “

“ You think so? “

She shrugs and starts fumbling around in her bag, “ I dunno. It might. And if it doesn’t at least you’ll spend your time watching a good movie and get to experience the blessing of my company. Ah-ha! There you go “

Her hand reaches out holding a bag of M&Ms.

“ I brought snacks. “

More and more people start occupying the chairs and bean bags and a few minutes later a guy steps up in front of the sheet. He’s wearing a shirt with a black and white bird pattern, huge glasses with a brown frame, and jeans that don’t cover his ankles. He’s tall and lanky and his hair is so messy, Bucky wonders if it’s intentional or if he just hasn’t brushed it in a while.

“ Hi guys, I’m Andrew. For those of you who don’t know me, I live in apartment 2B and I just wanna say thank you for showing up and welcome you to our movie night under the stars. A few days ago we received a special request from one of our good friends and because she let me stay on her couch for several months back during our college days and I still owe her for that I couldn’t reject her request. So thanks to Miss (Y/N) over there in the pink chair you now get to spend the next 90 minutes watching Meg Ryan fall in love with Mike Wazowski. Enjoy. “

As he steps away from the sheet, the lights are turned off and the MGM logo pops up on the screen.

“ Trust me, Bucky. This one’s so good.” (Y/N) assures before throwing some M&Ms into her mouth, now entirely focused on the movie.

It takes a while for Bucky to relax. Being around so many people and not having any fear of what’s lurking around the corner is still very new. Letting go is never as easy as it sounds. Eventually though, his nerves settle down a little and as the movie progresses, he finds himself relaxing more and more. Something he hasn’t done in a long time. Not since Wakanda.

Exactly 46 minutes into the movie, (Y/N) lets her eyes wander to her left where Bucky, until now, sat slumped into his seat. Still perpetually grumpy but more chilled out and relaxed than she’s seen him before. Until now. A moaning Meg Ryan visible making him uncomfortable.

“ You okay, grumpy? “

He doesn’t grant her a real answer, just scoffs and rolls his eyes. There’s a smile though, she’s sure. Somewhere hidden there is another smile.

“ So, what did we learn today? “

Bucky looks at (Y/N) who has her arms wrapped tightly around her middle shielding herself from the chilly night air. The movie night has ended a while ago and the two of them are slowly strolling along the New York City streets on the way back to (Y/N)’s apartment.

“ To take your own advice and dress warmer for a movie night? “

(Y/N) chuckles. “ No, grumpy. I meant the movie. “

He shrugs at her question. Quite honestly he hasn’t learned anything new. Nothing about the movie seemed in any way revolutionary to him nor does he see any benefit for himself and his dating life going forward. But the way she looks at him right now, expecting something grand not from him really but some beautiful consequences to her ideas, that makes him reconsider. Sure he could tell her that it was just a silly little movie about people falling in love but that would no doubt hurt her, even a tiny little bit. And if there’s anything Bucky has enough of, it’s hurting others.

“ I guess that men and women really can not be friends. “

“ Noooo! No. Is that really what you took from this movie? “

“ That’s literally what happened. “

“ Okay first of all it works, look at us! We’re friends! Second of all, that’s not what the movie is really about. It’s about love and vulnerability. It’s about overcoming all the tiny things that can work against you and your relationship. Like distance and timing and egotism. It’s about hiding who you are because really opening up to someone, being your authentic true self with all your faults and imperfections, that makes you vulnerable. And being vulnerable is fucking scary. But love is worth it anyway. That’s what the movie is about. “

As Bucky noticed before, some smiles demand to be smiled. They need to be smiled because they’re important and they mean something. The one gracing his face now, that’s one of those. One of those you remember because you feel them all the way in your heart.

“ You think we’re friends? “

“ Oh, are we — are we not? “

“ No. I — no, we are! I’d like to be friends. “

(Y/N) abruptly stops in her tracks, turns towards him, and holds out her hand. “ To friendship.”

“ We’re shaking hands on it? What is this, a business deal? “

“ You know what, yeah now that you mention it that’s pretty lame. “ (Y/N) agrees, balling her hand into a fist “ how about a fist bump, bro? “

Bucky reluctantly knocks his right hand against hers before continuing his walk down the street. “You call me bro again I’m canceling the friendship. “

“ Alright. Noted. “

“ So have you talked to the girl again? “

“ Hmm? “

“ The one you went on a date with? “

“ Oh, Leah. Uh — no.”

“ Why not? “

Bucky throws her a look. One that says “are you kidding me?”. One that says “ you know why.”

“ Cause I ran out. That’s embarrassing. She’s gonna think I’m insane. She’s never gonna wanna see me again. “

“ I sincerely doubt that. You just gotta say sorry. I know in Love Story — that’s a novel and also a movie from the 70s — they say that ‘Love means never having to say you’re sorry but that’s a load of bull. Just say sorry and ask her for a do-over. “

“ And then what? We play a rematch of battleships and talk about my trauma? “

“ Well, what did you do on dates in the 40s? “

That time, his youth, that seems like a different life altogether now. So much happened between then and now and the man he is now, has no relation to the boy he was then. Sometimes looking back hurts, makes it painfully obvious what he’s lost. But sometimes, like tonight, he can feel a hint of fondness coursing through him at the thought of times long gone.

“ Dancing, mostly.”

“ Like, ballroom dancing? “

“ Swing. “

“ You swing dance? “

“ I did. “

(Y/N) regards him through squinted eyes “ really? “

“ You don’t believe me? “

“ I don’t know. You don’t strike me as a dancer. “

Not a second later, Bucky’s gloved hand grabs onto her’s and twirls her towards him then away from him and back in.

“ You twirled me! “

“ Mm-mh.”

“ I’ve never been twirled. That’s so fun. “

It’s like autopilot taking over as Bucky holds onto her, twirling her again then pulling her in and swaying them in a circle. It’s not swing dancing, not even close but there’s no music either, and anyway, his dancing days are over. But sometimes you gotta make a point and if that means slow dancing in the middle of an empty street then that’s that.

The night wraps them in a blanket of comfort and intimacy as the stars and the New York skyline try to outshine each other. It’s a moment so peaceful, Bucky can’t remember the last time his heart felt so light, his mind felt so at ease, his entire being got to let go and just be alive and in the moment.

And then the shine of headlights rips them from their moment and makes them jump back onto the sidewalk.

“ Get off the road you fucking morons! “

“ Gotta love the big city folk. “

“ Yup. “

“ Hey, Bucky.”

“ What? “

“ You really can dance.”

“ Told you. “

“ Can I tell you a secret? “

“ Sure. “

“ I can’t dance for shit. “

“ That so? “

“ Yup. Which means you gotta teach me. “

“ Absolutely not.”

“ Oh, 100%! “

“ We’ll see about that.”

There are nights you try to forget. Nights that you wish to never ever remember. Ones that break you. That beat you down and leave you bruised and battered.

Then there are nights like this one that you want to hold onto for just a little bit longer. Those that fill you with joy and an immeasurable thirst for life. The ones that make you feel grateful to be alive right here and now.

The inevitable end of the night creeps closer as they arrive at (Y/N)’s front door. Neither of them really want to say goodnight but both know there’s no use in delaying it.

“ I hope you didn’t hate the movie too much, “ (Y/N) speaks up, leaning against the front door of her apartment complex.

“ No. It was fun! Although I still don’t know who Mike Wazulsky is. “

“ Mike Wazowski, he’s — you know what? That’s a conversation for another time. “

“ Alright, if you say so. “

“ Thanks for walking me home. “

“ Oh, yeah no need to thank me. It’s the right thing to do. “

For a moment they just stand and smile, trying to cherish the last few moments of this night.

“ We should do this more often. “ Bucky suggests, surprising even himself.

“ For sure. I still have so many movies to show you. “

“ Can’t wait. “

A slight sense of awkwardness falls over them as neither of them knows what to do. Go for a hug? Shakes hands? Wave goodbye?

“ I uh — I should go. “

“ Yeah, of course. Have a good night, Bucky.”

“ You too, (Y/N).”

“ Oh and Bucky? “

“ Yes? “

“ Give Leah a call. “

Bucky nods his head before turning around and walking back into the night.

As he takes the way back to his own home, there are only two things on Bucky’s mind: the vulnerability of falling in love and the question of who the hell Mike Wazowski was.

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when i got into the dsmp i started a note and wrote down any quotes or moments i thought were funny, and im bored at 3 am so enjoy some of them

how is being arrested real? just walk away!!!”

⁃ “once an american always an american. go...go protests masks...or something”

⁃ “...yEAH BUT DID YOU HAVE WAP” “what’s...whats wap?” “...WORSHIP AND PRAYER”

⁃ “HOW DO YOU LIKE POLITICS MOTHERFUCKER”

⁃ “i’m naked” “...no you’re not” “i can be...”

⁃ “uhhhh i’m in a high stress situation....i deal with these poorly”

⁃ “i should go first i’m naked”

⁃ “yEAHHHH WE KILLED AN OLD MAN WITH HEART PROBLEMS”

⁃ “what are you going to do?” “i...have no idea i think i’m gonna start out by punching a tree”

⁃ “tOmmy...did i just hear you say shit ass looking mofo?”

⁃ “i aM gOinG to gEt nAkeD to iNtiMidAtE HiM”

- “...i want freedom !” “you want BALLS.”

⁃ “...down the line. yeah that’s where we discover the art of cannibalism” “oh it’s an art?” “it’s an art”

⁃ “oh there’s some logs here. wonder what they’re saying to me. uh huh. uh huh. oh yeah that’s very racist” “tommy you gotta burn those logs.” “burn ‘em before they spread their racism to other logs”

⁃ “are you pooing?” “*whisper* i’m charging up-““ “he’s ejaculating on the tent.” “he’s WHAT?”

⁃ “he’s sPEEDING. LOOK HOW FAST HES GOING” “i’ve taken so many drugs. someone tell badboyhalo”

⁃ “we should make a pact. and that pact is, uh, we make a book...and in that book...we declare that saying ‘muffin’ is a, is a slur”

⁃ “i was thinking what if one day your bladder just,,,,stopped working.....AGGGFFFFF i was tHINKING ABOUT THAT THE OTHER DAY IVE GOT TO PREPARE IVE GOT YO PREPARE thisiswhydiapersaintthatbad”

⁃ <sapnap> i think i was ordered to um

<tommyinnit> boobed

<sapnap> kill you

<tommyinnit> boobs

<sapnap> if this happens

<tommyinnit> think about boobs man

<sapnap> tsk tsk tommy

<tommyinnit> iM DISGRUNTLED

⁃ “why is this deadman so good at making drugs”

⁃ “i just learnt that a girl hero is called a heroine and it freaked me out”

⁃ “memento memento me-“ “that’s actually the worst word i know so you can’t keep saying that” “oh, really.....? have you ever heard the term ‘racist’?”

⁃ “the person who invented the phrase ‘be yourself’ hadn’t met you!”

⁃ “you seem like the type of guy whose dad would throw him overboard as a joke but he would just drown”

⁃ “shout out to dream for twerking!”

⁃ “let’s talk......let’s talk about sex” “wonderful. what do you think about sex, lazarbeam?” “i ain’t saying SHIT in front of a sixteen year old”

⁃ “what the- i think i’m seeing things” “....tommy i told you not to drink the sea water” “well i DID drink the sea water because it TOLD ME TO”

⁃ “it’s like the movie when that guy gets stranded on an island and has sex with a coconut” “whAT?? dream- dream, you vastly misinterpreted this” “it one hundred percent does”

⁃ “oh mastICATE.....isn’t that when a fish turns inside out?”

⁃ “what are some bad words YOU know, clay?” “i don’t-“ “what about ‘terrorist’?”

⁃ “my mind has to be on the same frequency as jesus when he walked on water”

⁃ “you wanna know why i was late?” “no i really do-“ “i was having a MASSIVE poo. really just a HUGE poo”

⁃ “jUST CUZ YOU TALK ABOUT POO ONCE AND THEN YOU SEE A BIG GREEN BASTARD AMD YOUR LIFE IS FLASHING BEFORE YOUR EYES AND THEN YOU CANT REMEMBER- YOU CANT REMEMBER IF IT WAS YESTERDAY OR TOMORROW YOU HURT THAT WOMAN”

⁃ “i love america. mmmmm patriotism

⁃ “LIFE IS NOT A HAPPY SONG KERMIT THE FROG”

⁃ “please stop taking the cock”

⁃ “two four six eight who do we appreciate? not the government let’s gooooooo”

⁃ “oooo look at the dogs😍” “wHAAAAAT. WHAT. THERES ACTUALLY LIKE. A MILLION DOGS HERE. WHAT THE HELL.”

⁃ “yeahhhhh bitch i stab- i don’t stab women-“ “woooooooah tommy you stab women?” “heyyyy sapnap”

⁃ “do you know what happens whne you reach the top of the ladder? there’s only one place to go.” “.....side to side😨” “down.” “...i really thought you were gonna say side to side🥺”

⁃ “one last time.” “just like in hamilton😓”

⁃ “you don’t know how many times i’ve mistaken trees for hot women”

⁃ “ i don’t feel better i just destroyed penis”

⁃ “i’ve never seen a snail with bad morals”

⁃ “awwwwwwww😢 i’m doin’ drugs🤧 just like the good ol’ days😓” “.....define the ‘good old days’” “back when i did drugs”

⁃ “have you ever fought a baby? i have and it was trivially easy to defeat, phil.”

⁃ “the only other i egg i know about was the one i learnt about in school....not allowed to say which one....”

⁃ “did you know one of my new years resolutions is to be more like 2010 justin bieber?”

⁃ “apparently cats don’t lay eggs”

⁃ “thinking about trees- if i saw a tree with a beard mmmmmm...holy shit id hit it”

⁃ “we’re in hell dude. science doesn’t matter here”

⁃ “i cant die i cant die i’m GOD”

⁃ “hey pig your letter is the same as pussy, hmm?”

⁃ “are we cool are we COOL guys? CRYSTAL COOL like CRYSTAL METH”

⁃ “he- he’s crying because - because i killed his mother isn’t that right? mother dearest mother deadest mother gonest”

⁃ “bro ive been drinking since i was six and let me tell you...it’s not good to be drinking that young. led to some poor life decisions when i was 8” “what did you do” “i cant say” “...who did you hurt” “....only myself”

⁃ “je suis” “ay i know what that mean you prick” “what does it mean” “it means you’re racist dickhead”

⁃ “i’d never poo in the presence of a women- which is why i’m scared to get a girlfriend i think i’d just explode”

⁃ “biff tannen is one of my idols”

⁃ “black widow died and i thought ‘wow it should’ve been the man’ because he’s a man”

⁃ “there’s a character called captain america and i think he’s stupid”

⁃ “i’m a GOOD LAD i’ve got GOOD MORALS and if i’ve DONE SOMETHING WRONG it WASNT MY FAULT I JUST GOT A LITTLE EXCITED”

⁃ “sam....what’s the longest you’ve ever wiped your arse? for me it’s 48 minutes”

⁃ “why are you standing in the shitter?” “....that’s a SINK” “uhhh welllll” “hAVE YOU SHAT IN THE SINK?????”

⁃ “you’re like a living ghost” “...i think that’s called a human, tubbo”

⁃ “maybe i accidentally kill ranboo and we just never see him again *laughs* ay? and then i go ‘april foooools!!!’ and then i kill their child. i kill him”

⁃ “you built a penis” “it’s a PENIS OF SAFETY”

⁃ “i saw the penis of safety and i pressed mouse button four my friend”

⁃ “the penis on the other side of the river is larger” “ive heard that before....”

⁃ “you’ve turned the penis into a wall” “a wall of safety is better than a penis of safety” “i think the penis was better”

⁃ “if you wanna make a penis i know where we can make a penis and i know how big we can make it”

⁃ “i don’t conceptualize death but i think i just saw it!”

⁃ “yeah i- yeah i know i’m- my first impression on eret was making him read a shrek fan fiction so- i’m not one for first impressions”

⁃ “i-i’m scared for him- i’m scared OF him. yknow the first thing he did when he saw me was imMEDIATELY strip down then jump off then immediately die?”

⁃ “where are you?” “getting stabbed, one second”

⁃ “you’ve seen the joker?” “yea-“ “i resonate a lot with that man” “...oH. oh. that’s- that’s not-“

⁃ “he bURNT DOWN MY HOUSE” “out of LOVE”

⁃ “ohhhh my god stop making me play with the neighbor kid” “o-okay if you don’t go play with him i’m kicking you out of the house-“ “wHAT THE FUCK???”

⁃ “there’s a STRIP CLUB” “oh yeah for wood!” “are you into strippers?” “i mean all it does is make the wood look different so....yeah it doesn’t really do much”

⁃ “no no we have categories, we have the poo-saster- you might have to take a shower after-“ “no, no i’m gonna stop you right there”

⁃ “as i was saying you can have a 1-to-3 wiper, that’s an A-tier poo, my friend”

⁃ “i want you to eat your sock”

⁃ “you know i’m a child- i’m a minor” “sO AM I DICKHEAD”

⁃ “everyone is calling you dresus” “yeah i am”

⁃ “ayyyy ayyyy los DROGAS LOS DROGAS” “no no big q- she’s thirteen- how does this happen with every 13 year old girl you meet?”

⁃ “my poo has muscles like i do”

⁃ “i cant hear the words among us without crying they’ll say there are aliens among us and in the back youll just hear me *choking noises*”

⁃ “tubbo...tubbo is like...tubbo is like mary” “.....did you just call me the Virgin Mary?”

⁃ “i’m just saying, have you ever seen me and jesus in the same room?”

⁃ “do you smoke sam” “all the time”

⁃ “i thought you were talking about the- the speeeeed drug”

⁃ “have you ever sold drugs to kids sam?” “......no”

⁃ “we can’t let the girlboss rule because she will gatekeepe my feelings” “that would not be good”

⁃ “THEY DIDNT INVITE ME TO KILL ME???? NOW I HAVE FOMO”

⁃ “you have obviously taken part in scientology-“ “i have not-“ “you’ve donated to tom cruises cult shit”

⁃ “....am i worse than david dobrik?” “are- are we worse than david dobrik?” “oh- oh god”

⁃ “he has broke one of the rules of the hit best seller ‘the bible’- this kind of looks like a cock”

⁃ “well i’ve moved now, KING”

⁃ “what is an angsty teen and am i one? because when i USED to hang out with my friends they use the word angst a lot”

⁃ “yeah yeah yeah i bench”

⁃ “sam i think i’m angsty i think i’m an angsty tik tok teen looking for a community to help me out”

⁃ “i don’t think you’ve followed the train of logic all the way-“ “there’s a TRAIN INVOLVED????????”

⁃ “i’m like the orange fucker from that animated rom com”

⁃ “i’m under the influence of big cock”

⁃ “it’s meeee big cock man”

⁃ “i cant look away” “sam please use your twitter alt for this” “he’s horny on maaaainnnnn” “and what’s wrong with that?” “.......”

⁃ “you’re a FUCKING IDIOT” “IM NOT A FUCKING IDIOT, BIG COCK”

⁃ “i’m gonna call you ‘cockity’ big cock” “sHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP-“

⁃ “STOP LOOKING AT IT” “ITS SO VIBRANT”

⁃ “at least this guy doesn’t have a cock-“ “itS NOT A COCK” “horny on main jesus-“

⁃ “is that a cock” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

⁃ “.....i wanna see the inside of it again do a split”

⁃ “okay sam-“ “tommy that guy wants your cock-“ “no- no he doesn’t sam”

⁃ “sam, sam and i need you to hear this....dont. act. up.” “i don’t act up-“ “you were acting up-“ “i-“ “you were caught in 8k.” “but- but we both agree it’s not a tie-“

⁃ “please don’t tell me to kill cockity i am overwhelmed”

⁃ “why is there an anus in my tie?”

⁃ “what are the legal implications of this?” “...i mean besides hell you’re good”

⁃ “whatre the legal implications?” “i mean usually that’s a no-no but today, today it’s fine” “yeahhh lets go murder his family”

⁃ “i’d be an antivax landlord”

⁃ “jesus never does drugs” “well- well you turned water into wine king and wine is alcohol”

⁃ “can you put on pants i can’t- i cant stop looking at it- sorry tommy i know you said-“ “yeah sam i know you tried-“

⁃ “you know i fuck with satan”

⁃ “i’m sorry jesus lucifer is just such a good man-“ “oh you- hold me BACK FROM THIS FUCKER HOLD ME BACK ILL SEND HIM TO HELL YOU LIKE HELL-“

⁃ “are you jesus or just a man who grew a beard and put on a suit?”

⁃ “even the guy with his cock out is telling you to stop-“ “oh jesus, and i mean jesus-“ “shUT THE FUCK UP MAN”

⁃ “the best best way to slander him is to stop his offspring; we need to kick him the balls.....no? not a good....? alright us four each take a ball-“

⁃ “......why did jesus give him four scrotums man🙁🙁”

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