#he should not have gone back to the 40's to live out his life with some girl he kissed a few times

[blooming-violets]

Trick-Or-Treat (part two) || TASM

Summary: Another Halloween, another year gone by, and more Claire and Benjy to keep Peter entertained. There's never a dull moment in the Parker household. It's a very short read and simple and cute. (read last years Halloween fic here)

A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything. I'll dip my toes in and see how it feels by starting with the cute twins in Peter's life. Special thanks to @tarzinnia for bringing back last years Halloween fic and inspiring me to attempt writing again. Happy Halloween, bitches!

Spider-Man. 

That’s what Claire insisted on being for Halloween. Peter couldn’t help but be proud of her choices. 

“I don’t think there’s a better costume out there,” he boasted to you late one evening. He was sitting at the kitchen table, happily sewing a handmade Spider suit for his daughter. 

“Don’t tell that to Benjy,” you replied. “He’ll be heartbroken to hear you think his Buzz Lightyear costume is subpar.” 

Peter huffed, “Store bought will always be subpar. He wouldn’t even let me hand make it for him.” 

“You didn’t see him when we walked by it at the store. He fell in love. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I couldn’t say no to that face. He adores that costume. You’re just playing favorites because Claire chose Spider-Man.” 

Peter smirked, “The kid has great taste, what can I say?” 

You ruffled your husband's mop of messy hair and chuckled, “Just wait until she starts telling people she’s dressed as her dad for Halloween. That smile will be wiped right off your smug face. There’s no faster way to lose your secret identity than to have children. They can’t keep anything secret.” You passed him a red tutu to sew around the waist of the costume. Claire might want to dress like her father’s alternate identity but she still wanted to have the princess vibes she loved. “I think you should add a tutu to your suit. You’d look fabulous.” 

Peter laughed, “I really would, wouldn’t I?” 

“I’ve got to go to bed. The twins drained all my energy today. Please don’t stay up too late working on the costume. You still have plenty of time to get it done.” 

He lifted up his head for a kiss, “I’ll follow you shortly. Just a few more finishing touches…”

Claire’s eyes lit up when she saw her costume. Peter had successfully added the skirt and bedazzled the entire thing to create a sparkling, princess version of Spider-Man. 

“It’s perfect!” She shouted with excitement. “I’m going to look just like you daddy!” 

“Is this what I look like in your eyes? Full of sparkles and absolutely spooktacular?” He held the costume up to her small frame to admire his work. 

“Let’s get you kids dressed! It’s almost time to leave,” you shouted as you bustled into the living room holding Benjy’s costume and a pile of clothes. “Put some warm clothes on Claire under her suit, please, Peter.” You tossed him her thermal sweater and pants. “It’s going to drop down to the 40’s tonight and I don’t want them to catch a cold.” 

You quickly got Benjy into his warm clothes and tugged on his Buzz Lightyear suit while Peter dressed Claire. 

“Are we going to see Auntie May tonight?” Benjy asked. It was no surprise. He asked this just about every single night in the hopes that he’d get to see his favorite person. Tonight was his lucky night. 

You gave him a wink, “She texted me a moment ago and told me she was on her way over.” 

Benjy jumped excitedly around the room before running straight to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her walking up to the apartment building, so he could alert the entire family of her arrival. 

You turned around to get a good look at Claire as Peter finished carefully zipping her in. He stood up to marvel at his creation. Tears of love and joy brimmed in his eyes which he quickly tried to wipe away before anyone noticed but you caught them. His love for his children often brought him to tears. You wrapped an arm around his waist and snuggled into his side. 

“You did good,” you whispered to him. “She looks great.” 

“I know everyone says they have the cutest kids but they’re all wrong. Ours win. It’s a good thing they inherited mostly your genes so they could end up this adorable. If they got mine, they might end up looking like haggard monsters,” he joked. 

“Oh, shut up. Benjy is the spitting image of you and he’s the most precious, perfect boy I’ve ever seen.” 

Peter turned to wrap you against his chest. He placed a warm kiss against the top of your head, “We make cute kids. Maybe we should make some more some time soon.”  You quietly gasped under your breath, “Peter Parker. Are you implying what I think you are?”

A sneaky smile tugged at the corner of his lips, “Maybe. The twins are going to start kindergarten next year. They’ll be full time at school. It sounds like a perfect time to bring a new little bug into our lives.” 

“I-” you weren’t sure what to say. “We’d need a bigger place. Three kids in one apartment is not going to work for us. We have been saving up for a house, though…I mean, if we move to the suburbs, you’d have to commute with Spider-Man…my job is done remotely so that won’t matter but you’d have to go back and forth into the city. I was looking into some nice school districts. We’d have to adjust our budget a bit. It could be doable…” 

“Is that a yes?” He asked, cutting through your attempts to mentally plan your entire future. 

You smiled, “It’s a yes.” 

Peter scooped you up into his arms and spun around with a joyful laugh, “We’re going to have another baby!” 

“Alright, alright, put me down! Nothing is set in stone, yet. Let’s try to get through Halloween first.” You took a step away from your husband and glanced around the room. 

Benjy was still patiently waiting at the window for any glimpse of May. Claire was nowhere to be found. 

“Claire?” You called out. “Where’d you run off too? Auntie May will be here soon. We’re going to leave in a minute to Trick or Treat.” 

You walked down the hall and peeked into the bathroom. Nothing. You poked your head into the twins shared bedroom. Nothing. 

“Claire?” You called out again. 

“In here!” She shouted from inside your bedroom. 

You pushed open the door and your jaw dropped at the sight occurring before your horrified eyes. 

“Look, momma!” Claire sang. “I’m daddy!”

Your daughter, in her sparkling Spider suit, was stuck halfway up the wall. She crawled up to the ceiling with nothing but her finger tips and the toes of her red converse. 

“Peter!” You shouted, not able to take your eyes off her. As she reached the ceiling, she smoothly made the upside down transition until she was crawling directly over your head. 

Peter showed up at your side. It took him a second to find the source of your stunned silence. When his eyes slowly looked up, his mouth fell open to mimic your own. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered. 

“That’s a bad word, daddy!” Claire chastised him from above his head. “Catch me!” 

Without a word, Peter snatched her from the air as she gracefully unstuck herself from the ceiling. She giggled at the action as if crawling up walls and leaping into her father’s arms from above was an everyday occurrence for her. 

“I’m Spider-Man just like you,” she hummed happily, not old enough to fully grasp the weight of what she was saying or what she’d just done. 

You and Peter exchanged terrified looks with each other. A shocked silence had stolen any attempts at forming words from your mouths as you both desperately tried to comprehend what you’d just witnessed.

“Uh huh…yeah, sweetie…just like me…” Peter managed to squeak out. 

“Auntie May’s here!” Benjy squealed from the other room. 

Claire squirmed out of her father’s protectful grasp to run towards her brother, both brimming with excitement to let May into their home. 

Neither you nor Peter could move. 

“Did that just…” your question trailed off. 

Peter nodded, “Yeah. Yes, it did.” 

You took a long, shuddered breath, “Okay. That’s okay. That’s fine. Everything is fine. We just…have…a daughter with abilities…no big deal…not a problem at all…everything is great…” 

Peter tugged you to his side, sensing you were about to start spiraling if he didn’t put a stop to it, “It is fine. I’ve been through this before. I can handle this again. She seems like she’s handling this better than I was at 16. She’s a natural at it! It’s totally, 100% fine and not at all terrifying.” Peter was always a terrible liar. “It appears she may have inherited more of my genes than I initially thought and that is okay. She’s really embodying the spirit of that Halloween costume isn’t she?” He gave a breathless chuckle. 

You shot him a stern look at his poor attempt at a joke, “Seriously?” 

He shrugged with a guilty expression etched onto his face, “They don’t write a parents handbook for this kind of thing.” 

“Our preschooler can crawl up walls! Her teachers are going to hate us, oh god. What are we going to do?” 

The buzzer rang, alerting everyone of May’s presence at the door. 

Peter glanced towards the sound, “Right now, we are going to let May in and then we are going to take the kids out Trick or Treating. We are going to have a fun night watching them run around and collect candy. They are going to be kids and enjoy their Halloween. Then we will come home, let them go crazy with sugar, then attempt to get them to bed. Afterwards, you and I will start on our endeavor to make baby number three. And then…tomorrow, we can figure this out more. But, tonight, tonight is for us.” 

You gave a slow nod, allowing his words to comfort you, repeating his mantra, “Tonight is for us. Tomorrow is for worrying.” 

Peter gave you a warm smile and a quick kiss, “Worry tomorrow, have fun tonight. This a problem for future us. Present us needs to only worry about how much candy we can fit into those kids’ pumpkin buckets.”

A smile grew over your face as some of the fear dissipated. Not all of it. You were always going to fear for the future of your children but Peter was always going to be there to help smooth out those worries. 

“If it’s Trick or Treat, Claire definitely chose ‘trick’ this year.” 

Peter laughed, “And Benjy will always choose ‘treat’. That will be one thing that never changes. The boy loves chocolate! Let’s go let May in before the kids break down the door. Come on, my son needs sugar and my daughter needs an exorcism. A perfect Halloween combination!”

The End :)

#the amazing spiderman #tasm #tasm fic #peter parker #peter parker fic #tasm peter #tasm peter fic #spiderman #spiderman fic #andrew garfield #trick or treat part two #tasm x reader #peter parker x reader

[trutrustories]

STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE

Part 5: Science/Fiction

Since we're only a few days away from the last episode, I decided to COUNT DOWN everything we´ve got so far ( that can be interpreted very easily as romantic ) and discuss what the actual fuck is going on with second season. Because even though I shipped lokius practically from S1E2, I absolutely did NOT expect this kind of development. (Not that I´m complaining)

Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta.

I originally thought that this post would be everything at once, but since I have just too many screenshots this time around, I´ll have to split it. so every post will be one episode. Color coding means:

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

side note: I already wrote, about how amazing it is, that Mobius is unable to fight but fights anyway and how beautifuly, and ridiculously brave he is HERE. But this is about Loki/Mobius interactions, so I´ll try my best not to talk about THAT. (Even when I´m really happy, that s2 continues with this formula and Mobius is still his completely defenseless while aggressively brave self. I love him, btw.)

EPISODE 1 HERE

EPISODE 2 HERE

EPISODE 3 HERE

EPISODE 4 HERE

38) Loki looking for Mobius in PIE ROOM Hey... this is starting to be suspicious. is this room actual Heart of the TVA, that we didn´t know about ??? Why does everyone accidentally end up here???

39) Loki Time slipping to the theater room (where he had his first long, table converstation with Mobius.)

I´m gonna cry 😭

40) Mobius/Don casually informing Loki, he´s a SINGLE dad and telling him his entire work schedule (not that it´s important for anything, but Mobius is sooo damn handsome in that blue west!!! ) Also Loki staring at him through the window ?! And then being so distracted by him, that it took him interestigly long time, before he realized / accepted that Mobius doesn´t remember him (AGAIN). And he should have know this right away, because he already talked to Casey/Frank.

41) Loki time slipping to Mobius again (right when he started to be hopefull and Happy, that O. B. will be able to help him.

42) Loki glow up - or Loki fixing himself up, to look sexy not threatening fo Mobius/Don. I mean... this is just straight out of romantic movie, I´m sorry. Interesting acting choice there🤣

43) Loki being very nervous while talking to Mobius/Don.

Mobius: "You live around here, or did you follow me home? 😉" Loki: "Oh... no... hahahaha 😅 ... No no. I was... 😳I was actually on my way to the 👉👆👇☝️uh. And... 😨 And I happend to see you, so I... I... I 🫣 just thought I´d just come and say that I´m sorry that I... I... 🥵couldn´t... stick around back there. I was... um... 🤯 I was in a bit of a time crunch. 😅😅😅"

Said God of Mischief.

I´m sorry, but he´s acting here like stuttering schoolgirl with a crush. What exactly are you trying to accomplish, Tom ??? Anyway... I love it xD

44) Mobius dropping everything and forgeting about his two mischievous sons so he can give Loki full attention

45) Wanna buy my wife´s jetski? - oh by the way, she´s long gone, and worst thing about it is the fact, that one of these beauties doesn´t have a rider.

would you wanna ride it with me? let´s jump up on these bad boys

46) "A beautiful union of form and function"

The fact, that Loki remembers that line from S01E02 and that he echoes it back at Mobius, who doesn´t remember him... Like... WHAT? This thing is romantic as fuck. also finaly someone, who will gladly listen to Mobius braindumping about jetskis!!!! YES PLEASE. He deserves it! 💚 they litteraly made for each other!

47) Loki gently helping Mobius/Don through the time door. - while O. B. is struggling with heavy prototype of tempad...

48) "You saved my life, when I first arrived. You saw something in me, that I hadn´t seen in myself."

Can you believe he said that??? Because I don´t. I´m still processing 😭 Also, see? He IS his friend... but O. B. is not. He WILL be (eccept O. B. knows Mobius much longer xDD ) I´m ok 49) "I want my friends back. I don´t want to be alone."

This scene is honestly so tragic. Sylvie helps him realize his true motivations and he looks so desprete. TVA: place, that he should hate is home now. Where he belong. And that´s why he cared so much and tried so hard to save that place. And thing he wants the most are his friends. Their company. (And if it wasn´t obvious, it means primarily Mobius. The man, he called friend several times this season) It´s him, who Loki doesn´t want to lose in the first place.

Loki looks so fucking sad here! I can´t! 50) "It was more about what I wanted."

Not only he says it while we are watching Mobius, but let´s take in the fact, that he says it at all! Like... come on!!! Can´t he be just happy? As soon as he starts thinking that his actions are selfish, Loki will actualy choose what he thinks is better for Mobius and tries to let him go...

The character development in this show is just unbelievable

And finaly: 51) "It´s not about where, when or why. It´s about WHO."

... said Loki, after very, very, VERY long look at Mobius. --------------- Anyway. That´s the check-list. In total, I counted 51 Lokius moment, but if anyone caught something I didn´t, feel free to correct me! the more, the better! 😁 It´s a hella lot of Lokius content. especially since I didn´t expected, like... not even third of it. So yeah. Last part will be kind of a conclusion. I will try to look at possibilities, what could all this mean. What could be the actual intent of writers and filmakers etc. And, simply put it, asking: WHAT THE FUCK 😳

#lokius #loki #loki spoiler #loki s2 spoilers #loki season 2 #mobius #mobius m mobius

[waywardcrow]

Timeless.

Chapter VI.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier in WWII and as the Winter Soldier in general, talk about war, a hint of Sam’s love life, some cursing, kissing, lots of feelings, reader having strong "headaches", bad coworkers, some painful flashbacks and 40s mom of reader being not great, a protective Bucky, 40’s!reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <<<

1944.

You should have never been sent to Europe.

The only reason you were a nurse was because being a doctor was forbidden to you and then the war called at your country’s door. Alex enlisted, to your mother’s pain and you followed him, not allowed to do any less than he did. You couldn’t fight but you could serve as well.

Everything was going fine until a letter came and your mother started to be crueler with you. Alex was her perfect son, the only one she loved, why God took him and left you there with her?

After a life of being pushed aside, of feeling unloved by her and with your dear dad long gone, it wasn’t hard to write to Colonel Philips and ask him to help you but you didn’t expect to land right in Bucky’s unit right after Steve Rogers became Captain America and rescued his unit and your brother’s among several others.

Alex wasn’t happy you were there, he knew how vicious your mother could be and you were his little sister, he insisted on making you go back home with him.

“I can’t Alex, I made my choice” you had honor too, run and hide just because you didn’t need to be there anymore was a coward’s act.

“I can’t protect you, little sister, not like this” he was sent home after his left leg was heavily injured, his country found him not useful to them like that and he saw enough death in his time there to don’t want to leave you behind.

The only reason you were there was him and Colonel Philips’ help, your father fought with him before passing away, Alex could use that to convince him to send you to New York.

Before he could speak, Steve approached you both.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hear but I think I have a solution”

That’s how you stayed in Europe and your brother got to live his life.

Present day.

His little bird was avoiding him.

He couldn’t blame you, if he was honest, Bucky needed to be away from you too before he did something reckless like kissing you just as he wanted that night.

Then Sam came with the perfect way to ensure he would stay far from you.

“I’m telling you terminator, something is happening in Madripoor and I think the power broker it’s going to try to fuck with us”

Bucky trusted him; Sam’s instincts were as good as his, still he wanted to tease him.

“Are you sure it’s that? Maybe you’re really eager to leave the country after you messed your date with Harper” he shouldn’t laugh, really but Sam would get back at him eventually, it was only fair.

His friend let out a frustrated groan, reclining the seat of his chair to stare at the ceiling of his office.

“I don’t know why I tell you things, Barnes”

“Because you like me, not enough to have an allergy reaction just to make me smile but-“

“I didn’t know the freaking dessert had almonds, ok?” Captain America, the right, the just, the brave, yelled like a child in a tantrum and Bucky chuckled.

“You should sent her flowers and reschedule your date after we come back”

“Why should I listen to you, Buck? You have the love life of a two hundred years old man, wait” Sam made a dramatic pause “you are a two hundred years old man”

“Hundred and seven” Bucky correct him “and fine, don’t do it, I’m going to pack for Madripoor” with that he started walking to the door and when this closed, Sam yelled at him one last time.

“This time you are the one wearing heels!”

His smile lasted until the elevator, he had a reputation after all and people couldn’t see him smile. Then the doors opened and he saw you in the corner, focused on your planner, not paying attention to anyone around until someone said his name.

Bucky barely acknowledged the agent with a nod and went into the elevator, staying as far from you as he could but it wasn’t enough, he could hear your heart beating like a drum, he could smell you, if he closed his eyes, he could feel your skin.

He needed to control himself but how could he do it? Bucky was addicted to you since the first time he saw you and the only thing between you and him were two agents that when they got out, both sent a poisonous glance on your direction and that made him act without thinking.

The massive body of Sargent Barnes stood in front of you, shielding you from them until the doors closed. That didn’t went unnoticed by you when you reacted like if someone else directed your actions and touched his back to calm him down, making the muscles relax under your fingertips.

“I’m sorry” he was the first one to speak, turning around to face you, holding your hand between his. Three days without you and he was going insane, after decades being apart, having you back for a few days just to be separated from you was more of what his old heart could handle.

Maybe Sam should take someone else to Madripoor.

“What for?” was the only question that left your lips before he punched a button behind him to make the metal box stop and he took you in his arms to kiss you.

Bucky was weak but only when it came to you, he was powerless for you in 1943, in 1975, right now in the fucking elevator of the Avengers tower and he couldn’t give a damn about it.

The first touch of your lips on his got him hooked on you again, the way you hold on his shoulders to stay on your feet while you kissed him back with the same desperation, letting him in when Bucky’s tongue searched for yours, melting in his arms when you intertwined your fingers in his hair.

You missed his long hair.

A wave of pain dragged you away from him; one second Bucky was kissing you like the world would end and the next he was on his knees holding you close, afraid you were going to disappear right in front of him.

“Did I hurt you, little bird? Tell me, tell me how to fix it, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” the soldier mumbled against your hair while you tried to make sense of his words, gripping the material of his shirt with your fingers, fighting the pain that made you close your eyes.

“It’s my head, I’m fine Jamie, you did nothing wrong” his heart hurt in his chest hearing you call him Jamie again. Only you did that, in the 40s.

“I’m going take you to the medbay, little bird” he stood on his feet taking you in his arms like it was nothing and put the elevator in movement again but you shook your head, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I’m fine, I swear, put me down please”

He refused, something was happening and he would not stand there pretending everything was fine, besides the doors opened again and Yelena and Kate saw you being carried by Bucky. Your face felt so hot you could fry an egg on it for sure.

“Should we ask?” Kate looked very confused but Yelena just shook her head.

“Let them get out Bishop, is better if we don’t know”

Bucky didn’t spare them a look but you, oh, this day was getting more interesting every minute.

First Stephen Strange stopped canceling his meeting with Pepper and when you introduced yourself, he stared at you for a whole minute like you were in a zoo exhibit, then that two dumb agents followed you an entire floor whispering things about you, about your simple clothes and how you probably slept with someone to be there after what you did on the last gala, then Bucky Barnes kissed you.

He kissed you and it was enough to stop the world.

His lips were so gentle with you, coaxing you to let him in, to let him taste you. Bucky kissed you like you were something to be worshipped and only your stupid headache was strong enough to separate you from him.

“What happened?” was the first thing Dr. Banner said when he saw you both coming through the glass doors. He finished his work on Peter’s cut and Bucky placed you with gentleness on one of the beds.

“I’m fine” you started but were interrupted by blood coming out of your nose “oh no, I’m sorry, let me…” before you could move, Bucky was there holding a Kleenex box for you, making you curse in your head.

What was happening?

Dr. Banner narrowed his eyes, taking in your appearance.

“She had a strong headache that made her almost faint minutes ago”

“And it’s not the first time that happens as far as I know” Dr. Banner gave you a polite smile when you looked at him confused “I got your medical file when you started working here and we remember what happened at the gala”

That incident would haunt you forever.

Cleaning your nose again, you made your choice.

“It’s fine, the doctor in ER told me it was probably due to stress and lack of sleep, maybe my body is still catching up” trying to don’t make this bigger than it was, you made an effort to get up but your legs gave away and if not for Bucky and Peter you would have end up on the floor.

“You should stay miss” Peter’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern. He was so sweet.

“Please little bird, you can’t go around feeling bad” Bucky took your hand on his and started to rub circles on your skin, oblivious of the other two avengers’ presence.

It was true but you just started working with Pepper, people talked shit about you already, this would not help.

“Sorry, Ace but you need to stay for a few tests; if everything is in order you can go back to work” Dr. Banner promised. After you gave him a hesitant nod, he fixed his glasses on his nose “FRIDAY, please scan Ace’s vitals”

“On it, Dr. Banner” a red light covered you and then the whole room drowned on darkness “I detect something amiss, we should call Dr. Stephen Strange” were the last words FRIDAY spoke before she went completely silent.

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Hello! I'm so sorry for leaving this long but a lot happened and the inspiration abandoned me, I didn't know what to do with this story so I just went to the point and made these two kiss haha and know we are back! Tell me what you think!

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #40s bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst

[malavera]

18+ From the Window Series: From the Kitchen — Tom Cruise

↳ You’re the young hot neighbor who’s staying with your Aunt for the whole Summer and your Aunt happens to be Tom Cruise’s neighbor and they’re very good friends. You being 26 and still living the life to the fullest, of course you gotta add more spices in life—By being the naughty neighbor towards her Aunt’s 59 year’s old neighbor.

summary: you and your aunt visited Tom on his day off.

warnings: 18+, the big age gap, very kinky, the use of a word ‘kitten’, tom cruise being the sigma person as he is, oral (m receiving), fingerfucking, p in v from the back, fucking on the counter, creampie, basically this part is smut so just brace yourself – minors dni! cuz i suck at warnings.

tagging: @tomsf18 @deanscroissant @moondustfairies @helloitstsyu @call-sign-shark @love2write2626 @back-tooo-black

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The breezy Sunday morning made Tom wanted to stay in. He loves enjoying a one breezy day engulfed in the warmth of his home. Other than that, he shouldn't be back on the set in 2 days, might as well spend the time relaxing or do some chores around the house. Despite being Hollywood Royalty, when he gets a chance for a mini break, he'd love to have the house all to himself and excuse his staff at home to go home. He loves doing things by himself, though he needs them around when he's not around to take care of the house.

Coffee is the law. Starting your day without a cup of coffee would be something that Tom believes it’s the most important beverage, aside from water, to start the day. Grabbing the pot to pour the black liquid to his cup, his eyes never leaving his iPad screen flipping through the digital pages. This is one of the routines that Tom does in the morning to keep himself aligned with his ‘chakra’. Tom snorted to himself when he reads a headline of an article that says, Why men over 40’s should not be looking for women under 30’s.

He poured a milk to his cup before stirring the liquid to mix them together. His thumb scrolls down through the article, aiming to read the point. Overall, it says that it’s like watching a 25 year old man being in a relationship with a 15 year old girl. He shrugged to himself, nodding to the point as well as bringing the cup to his mouth.

He agrees.

He couldn’t imagine himself dating a woman who’s not in their 30’s especially in his age. But, a certain someone could make an exception to that article. His whole perspective has gone away once he opens his front door to his neighbor with her young niece, carrying a plate of cookies. Maria greets him with a good morning with a cheery tone laced in her voice, said ‘We never seen you leaving the house and we thought why not share you these cookies that we’ve baked.’

Tom’s lips slightly parted, his eyes were set behind the lovely madam, who’s carrying the plate of cookies, on her particularly, beautiful, hot, young niece who gave him a show… 2 days ago. The corner of her lips pulled into a smirk, her hairs tucked behind her ears, she’s wearing a sundress that ends on her mid thighs despite the breezy weather. Tom snapped back to reality, shifting his attention to Maria.

“That’s very kind of you, thank you. Would you like to come in?” With his 1 billion dollar smile, who wouldn’t accept the sweet gesture. They both stepped in as Tom leads them towards the living room.

“Oh yes! I don’t think I’ve introduced you to my niece… This is, Y/N. She’s staying for the whole summer to help me out with my clothing-line business.”

“I see.” Tom nodded with a teethed smile.

“Show your manners, girl! You’re not 17 anymore. Why should I keep doing this to you?” Maria hissed to her niece’s ears, nothing but a grin plastered on her face.

“You have a lovely home, mister Cruise.”

His heart seemed to skipped a beat when he heard you spoke. With a pursed lips, his smile never leaving his face as he nods a long. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“How was Heather?”

Heather? Who’s Heather? The charmer has left the room. You couldn’t help but become curious to this Heather, is she an important person in his life? Is he seeing someone? You know you have no right to pry, but you just can’t imagine walking into your bedroom looking at your window to find this Heather girl bouncing on top of what’s yours. Your aunt and Tom chatted and laughed here and there for a good 5 minutes before her phone rang as she excused herself out to take the phone call, leaving both of you alone.

“A glass of milk would go with the cookies.” The charmer has returned. Tom’s shoulders tensed a little when he heard you spoke. He watched you push yourself off from his leathered sofa before you bend, a little too much just to grab the plate of cookies from the coffee table, exposing your cleavage.

“I’m gonna warm these up, would you mind showing the Kitchen, mister Cruise?” Your angelic voice seemed to have almost put Tom in a trance. He cleared his throat before he opens his mouth to navigate you through his house. Once you leave the room, your Aunt came back.

“What is she doing?”

“She’s helping me heat up those cookies which, thank you again by the way.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. Y/N woke up early today, I don’t know if the girl even sleeps but I woke up to the smell of freshly baked cookies. Those are really good, you should definitely try it later by the way, and oh.. She then said she wanted to share those with you but she’s too shy to come over and knock on your door,” Maria chuckled. “So, she asked me to come with her.”

Shy? Tom doesn’t think that it’s the suitable word coming out from you. He doesn’t think that the action that you just pulled, 2 days ago, for him was you being Shy. Tom chuckles to himself, he remembered every detail. He remembered your smooth legs, your rounded ass, your pink plump lips. Best believe, he planned on doing something about what you pulled. But, he stopped himself realizing that he doesn’t know about this young neighbor. Especially, he doesn’t know about her age.

“Oh, Tom? Would you tell Y/N that I’m leaving to run an errand? Tell her to clean up the kitchen later too. I really need to go.”

“It’s no problem, Maria.”

You’ve been in his kitchen for such a long time when Tom came back to the living room. A shattered sound he could heard from the living room and a grunt coming out from your mouth. Tom hurried off towards his Kitchen but forced himself to stop once he sees you bend down on your knees against the tiled floor.

Your ass is on display to him…

No panties.

It was indeed an accident—you accidentally elbowed the bottle of milk which caused it to fall down to the floor. The bottle shattered, some of the milk had splattered to your legs before you got down on your knees trying to wipe them clean using the towel from the stove. You turned your head to your shoulder to find Tom frozen, watching the whole thing.

“I’m so sorry, mister Cruise! It was an accident, I-” You couldn’t finish your sentence before Tom has got you back on your feet as he tugs at your arm. You shrieked when he pushed you against the counter bending your over a little bit.

“What about that stunt you pulled 2 days ago? Was that an accident too?” Tom hissed in your ear, you whimpered but you smirked. Grinding your ass against his front, Tom grunted looking down watching you rubbing your ass like a dog.

Release the girl, Tom.

She’s just a kid, but such a slut—she needs to be punished for what she has done.

She needs to be punished right? What did she do? She spilled your bottle of milk that you could easily get another 5 bottles if you want to. Let her go.

Tom chose to ignore his conscience. His arm circled to wrap around your front, before pulling it down towards your heat. His fingertips grazed against your pussy folds before playing with your clit, his middle finger rubs up and down separating your pussy folds before he went down to tease your hole, soaking his finger.

“You want this, right?” It was a rhetorical question before he shoved one finger inside your cunt, earning a loud gasp. Tom placed his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent through your soft hair. You smell so sweet, and a little hint of apple.

“I know you’ve always wanted this, Kitten.” He thrusts his finger in and out of your cunt, he enjoys listening to your little moans and grunts before he adds another finger.

He curls them inside you resulting a loud moan from you, “Mmhh… Yes, sir.” He takes it that you seemed to enjoy it more like that so he kept doing it. His cock grew hard by each seconds through your moans before he decides to undo his pants using one hand. He groaned in relief once his pants are on the floor, his cock slapping against his abdomen before he spits on his hand and give himself a couple of pumps.

He took out his fingers from your cunt, pushing you more to bend over the counter, placing his hands on your hips before he guides his cock towards your glistening entrance.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy until I cum good.” Tom hissed in your ear before he wraps his hands around your throat and shoved his cock into your cunt. You gasped a choked moan out from your lips, finally living out your dream, feeling his thick cock inside your warm cunt.

A satisfied smile splattered on your face, your eyes rolled back as you listen to him grunt in your ears. He’s not going slow on you, he roughly drills his cock in your pussy sending you to oblivion, literally.

“Tom! I’m just dropping the keys for Y/N.” You shrieked and your eyes widened when you hear your aunt’s heels clicking against the floor in the living room. Tom’s hand went to clasp your mouth, his hips never stop thrusting upwards, almost made you stand on your tippy toes.

“Okay! I’ll let her know.” Tom hollered, pushing himself off from your back to grab your hips. When he aimed his hips at a certain angle, he found the G-spot resulting a muffled shrieked from you.

“Tom, is everything okay?” Tom clasped your mouth, hard.

“Yes, Maria! Everything is fine-” Tom couldn’t finish his sentence when he felt your pussy clenched on his cock.

“Okay, I’m leaving now!”

Tom grunted in relief before he proceed his action, bringing himself to his own release. “Listen up you slut! I’m gonna cum in this pussy, hard and she’s going to swallow everything. Not even a drop. You hear me?” Tom hissed.

“Y-yes.. Sir!” You whimpered.

“Mmh.. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum kitten.. Fuck!” He pressed his hips feeling himself releasing his load to your cunt, giving himself another thrust—his thighs vibrated from the sensation.

“Argh! Fuckkk…” Tom panted, soon he slowly pull out his softening cock. His hand went to cover your pussy by instinct, thinking his cum could be dropping out of it.

Your body feels weak but you pushed yourself off from the counter either way, turning your body to him. A sly smirk on your face before you grab a cookie from the plate. Tom watches as you took a bite from the cookie, your thumb went up to graze the corner of your lips before you chew.

“Have I lived out your fantasy too, Sir?”

#tom cruise #tom cruise fic #tom cruise smut #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise imagines #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise dirty imagine #tom cruise dirty imagines #tom cruise x female reader

[buckymilf]

When there's a discussion on whether Steve's ending was good or not, there's one thing that actually bothers me, and it's when people say that it was always meant to happen because it was already planned and the entirety of Steve's arc throughout the movies was purposely made to have that ending regardless. Like, that's just not true.

The creators confirmed a few times that the script for Endgame had a lot of changes and that they had different versions for the movie. I'm pretty sure that the Russos said at one point that in one of these versions Steve died during the battle and was decapitated. Steve dying was an option, and probably one that was going to follow through because it would just be easier and it wouldn't leave the public confused after previously stablishing a good and understandable enough explanation for time travel. It would also save Marvel from now having to explain what happened after Steve came back, the comment in FATWS about people believing that he's on the moon, and having to keep everything vague enough for the possibility of Evans agreeing to come back.

But the evidence of this ending definitely not being planned years before it's the movie itself. If Steve was really meant to end up with Peggy, they wouldn't need to bring her up so many times during the movie, it shouldn't be necessary to explain again and again how much she means to him, that's something that the audience should already know. When there's Civil War discourse people argue about who's right, the political perspective of Tony and Steve, whether Steve should've told Tony about his parents, or if he shouldn't have dragged the other avengers to battle, whatever, but I've never seen people question why he's so intent on defending his views and protecting Bucky from the government, because in CAFTA and CATWS the audience got to see and understand that Steve acts based on what he thinks is right and that Bucky is important to him. It's stablished, and so in Civil War people don't need flashbacks of the 40's or constant reminders to understand Steve's actions.

If Steve talked about his friends that were gone with the snap in the group therapy session, if the compass was replaced for a wrinkled photo of him with Sam and Nat or if he paid attention to SHIELD'S basement when he went to get the capsules and saw traces of Zola's work, and even then, ended up going back to the past, many more people than it did when the movie came out would get really upset about his ending. I mean, one of the main reasons why some people didn't believe the spoilers when they were leaked on Reddit was Steve's ending making no sense. Of course they had to try to make it seem like not getting to be with Peggy was Steve's biggest regret, because what the audience knew about them together was that that she was kind of the first woman that paid attention to him, she kissed him once, then told him that he had to live his life because she already had, and then enter his new love interest. If his ending was meant to be like that and was really planned in advance, we wouldn't need constant reminders of her character and their relationship, and in the previous movies it would've been clear that Steve hadn't moved on and that him being in the 21st century was still his biggest problem.

At the end of the day is media, you can like it or not, but there's no need to try to justify the way that a multimillionaire company fucks up characters' storylines and characterisation.

THIS 👆👆👆 FUCKING THIS 👆👆

you know what i think it's the sickest part? if they wanted us to belive that peggy was the most important thing in Steve's life, enough for him to comeback to the fucking segregation era, that they were always "mean to be" why would they made him kiss her niece???

it's clear that marvel just wanted the most heteronormative ending possible for the character, even if that means ruining his entire arch, beliefs, and ignore the best mcu trilogy aka the Capitan America one.

#Yes I'm STILL salty about endgame and this anon ROCKS! #anti endgame #steve rogers #steve #anti mcu #anti steggy #captain america

[lupusexspiravite]

Why has this become the social Normality? By lupus Ex Spiravite

This is a true story,

Less than a year ago my friend wilson was invited to a CoD Gaming Discord Server by a ex-friend who was an admin of the server.

Wilson spent a few days before the incident toke place staying quiet and just gaming on the server with his mic muted and rarely speaking to anyone just to make sure it was safe for him to speak.

A little background about wilson,from kindergaten all the way through college, He was bullied to the extent that He had to move schools and one incident left him with permenant damage All becauase he didnt want the last of the money he had for the REST OF THE ENTIRE MONTH (at this point it had only been 5 days into the month) to go to the bullies and instead of letting him go, they beat him damn near into a coma and ended up stealing his identity causing wilson to this day to be extremely afraid of people.

Which is why he spent the time he did to make sure it was a safe space for him to play with others on CoD.

He finally decided it was safe and spent the next few hours playing with people in the Main VC for the server. He was having so much fun that he even invited me to come over and hang out with him on this server. Which at the time i had to decline just yet because of work.

He is getting ready to head off for the night and a new person joins he has never met before that day who i will call S. S is being greated by everyone by there Discover User Created Name and so my friend Says: Hi my name is wilson Ill be playing games here starting today Nice to meet you S.

S then proceeds to go into a rant and yelling at Wilson calling him Transphobic for calling S by the same name everyone else is. after what wilson had gone through he started having a panic attack. Said so and S left and So did wilson.

Wilson went to get back on this server after giving himself half a day to mentally prepare for something like this again but Found that he had been Banned from the Discord server. Wilson then proceeded to message his Admin friend asking what happened when he was told that He was banned for Supposidly going on a 40 min transphobic rant against S. Which in fact had been a complete lie. After being told this that Admin Friend he had known since his first year in college Completetly ghosted him.

The following 3 months after this incident, He was bullied online to the Extent that Wilson considered removing himself from this world because the one thing that had always been his love and passion had been turned by one person lie into a living nightmare. To this very day He still gets people Messaging. Emailing and Posting on all social medias that he is the most horrid person and even some egging him on to remove himself from this world.

He and I both have gained from from 8 seperate people that was in the server at the time of the incident that shows without a doubt that wilson never once did as S Said.

This proof has been given to the head admins of each of the server as well as the server owner and Yet Nothing has changed. Not a Single Thing has been done to Make right this incident.

This incident cost him damn near everything he spent his whole life working on because of S's Lie but does that matter? No from what I am still seeing it does not matter. He has proven his innocent multiple times but does that matter? No all because 1 person crafted a Story and spread it to the far reaching corners of social media My friend wilson Has lost everything.

Is this the type of Representation the LGBT people should be condoning? No it shouldnt but It very much well is.

This has become the Social Norm now and days. Everyone must tip toe around everyone because if you even get the slightest perceived slight against you then you may destroy the persons life. As a Human being, This is Cancel Culture which has showed that doing this to a person is the correct action and should always be a culteral norm and refuses to accept the Truth when it is revealead is The most absoluetetly Appaling thing.

What is worse about my friend wilsons after this is that His supposed best friend said that my friend needed to Apologize to S, Stating that and I qoute:

Because S has been misgendered and Misnamed for all these Years that gives them to right to do what S did and that Wilson Must apologize for Slighting S.

Wilson told this now ex friend that He had done nothing wrong and even showed proof but This friend stated:

It does not matter wilson must apologize S and everyone In all admins in all 8 discord servers that he had been banned from.

when I heard this I started literally crying and Apologizing to Wilson because That was one of the most convoluted and Disrespectful things to say to a person after there entire world crumbled after a Proven Lie was taken as truth.

Is this ok?

No Not in any way shape and/or form is this ok. Wilson now barely eats, he barely comes out of his room spending 80 percent of this time awake laying in bed crying from extreme PTSD. depression and Anxiety from this incident.

Video games have been mine and Wilsons Safe space for Many years, its how we relax, and to Wilson it was a way to make money and do something he loved and yet Now To wilson Gaming is just HELL..

Now that you have Read the entirety of this post Please write in the comments of what your thoughts are and Who should be the one apologizing to who.

The names in this story have been altered per Wilsons the originator of this stories request. I have been given permission to Post this as a story.

a Correction must be Made, As of march 3 2023, My friend wilson Has removed himself from this world due to the continued Pressure from this Ass nine Incident.

#lgbtpeople #lgbtq #harrassment #social media

[luimnigh]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

...do people not understand that we want corporations to use Blaze?

Guys, it's non-targeted advertising. The best you get is choosing a specific country. It's not the laser-beam powered by cookies and tracking software that's part of the wider internet hellscape, it's spraying a bunch in a general direction.

It's the way adverts used to be and the way we want it to go back to being.

We want to advertisers to get used to this way again, rather than push for more targeted tools.

3,511 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#4

One thing I love about Goncharov is that Tumblr just decided it was a 1973 film.

That's actually really early in Martin Scorsese's career. Depending on when in the year it came out, it'd either be his third or fourth film, coming out the same year as his breakthrough film, Mean Streets.

It'd possibly be his first film with Robert De Niro (also in Mean Streets), and would absolutely be his first film with Al Pacino, who he never worked with until 2019's The Irishman.

If this was a real piece of lost media, you could absolutely see why film buffs would be so into it.

4,800 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

#3

Officially, there are no eligibility requirements to be UK Prime Minister. Realistically, you need to be the leader of the majority party in Parliament, and a Member of Parliament.

So what's the eligibility requirements to be an MP?

Over 18; citizen of the UK, Commonwealth, or Ireland; not a police officer, soldier, civil servant, judge, or Member of the House of Lords; and not a member of a foreign legislature (excluding Commonwealth nations and Ireland), or the European Parliament, the Northern Irish Assembly, and Welsh Senedd.

Not even a residency requirement.

So if you fit those criteria, and the Tories keep losing Prime Ministers at this rate, look forward to your mandatory week as Prime Minister.

4,833 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#2

Okay, here's my idea:

The British should put a time limit on the Monarchy.

Not like declaring a republic tomorrow, but deciding on a date in the future that ends the British Monarchy.

And there's a perfect date for it coming up!

October 14th, 2066.

A thousand years since the Battle of Hastings. A thousand years of this one specific bloodline ruling England.

Call time on the Monarchy after exactly one thousand years. Nice, and neat.

Even better: Charles isn't living 44 years. He'll be gone in about twenty. Now William? He's what, 40? Yeah, he can live another 44 years. His great grandmother was over a hundred, his granny was 96, William can make it to 84 barring accident or assassination.

So on October 14th 2066, William the Last steps down a thousand years after William the First won the crown.

Nice, neat, and fair. William gets the crown he's been waiting forty years for already, but ten-year-old George grows up without expectation of it.

Have a nice big abdication ceremony, even.

32,115 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

According to the Irish Times, in the new Lord of Rings series on Amazon, the Hobbits are Irish charicatures and the Dwarfs are Scottish charicatures.

It also notes that the Men have Lancashire accents while the Elves are Upper Class British, commenting that "Somehow the Victorian caste system has been smuggled into a 21st-century American fantasy series."

38,133 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

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[yourlittledecoyxox]

The past few days, I’ve been working on a lil story idea. I’ve written out a first piece. I wanna add a lot more detail and spacing between the two but I’ve written what came to me as it came to me. 

I’d really appreciate some feedback or if I should even continue. I haven’t written in years so I’m a bit rusty. If you read it, please let me know what you think! 

Don’t ask me how I ended up in Castle Rock, of all places. I couldn’t tell you. It wasn’t part of the plan. The plan was Chamberlain. But that quickly changed. God knows why, he doesn’t tell me shit. That’s the problem with your brother being your boss. He says jump, you start stretching. 

My older brother Mikey, whilst not the nicest guy in the world, was all I had left. And it was because of that, that I did as he asked. He told me we were gonna go to Chamberlain, be there a few months until the cops caught wind then move on again. That had been the routine for the past 2 years but I hadn’t minded much. We got to see the country and not be tied down. But I could sense Mikey was getting frustrated with the drifter lifestyle. He wanted his patch, his kingdom. And I just followed. 

Upon first impressions of Castle Rock, it wasn’t much to look at. It was your stereotypical suburban town. It didn’t have much going for it in my opinion but Mikey seemed to like it. Or there was something here he wanted. Either way, he wouldn’t tell me. 

He sorted us a small, 2 bed house with boarded up windows and peeling paint. The inside was even worse, I’d never seen so much dust in my life. Not to mention I almost lost my foot going through the rotten floorboards in one of the bedrooms. I had asked why we were living in such a shithole when we had money from the last job, Mikey had said ‘we don’t wanna draw much attention to ourselves just yet. Better for people to think we are just down and outs.’ It had taken a few weeks to get the place to a livable state but I didn’t bother to decorate much. Wouldn’t be long before we left. Putting down roots, even if it was just a few picture frames, made it harder to leave.

On my first exploration of Castle Rock, I had cursed my brother for bringing us to such a dead-end town. I was used to the city life. Seeing the same 5 faces everyday didn’t appeal to me. Mikey had been there to help fix up the house then he left. Told me to ‘stay put’ until he called. 

So that’s what I did. For a few days at least. 

I needed food so I went to the supermarket. Well, supermarket would be an overstatement. It was more of a convenience store. I picked out my food for the week and paid.

“You new ‘round here?” The balding cashier asked, an eyebrow raised. 

I hated when people asked questions they already knew the answer to.

“Sure.” I said shortly before picking up my change.  

I stopped by the Diner on the way home. It was rather quaint with shiny tables and burgers bigger than my head. I eyed the ‘Help Wanted’ sign before going over to the jukebox. As much as I wanted to eat half my body weight in fries, pancakes and milkshakes, the money Mikey had left me with would have to tide me over for the foreseeable future, he could be gone anywhere from a few days to a month. So I had to be careful, at least until he called. I eyed the jukebox with interest before I started to flip through the songs. Surprisingly, there was a decent choice. As I fiddled with the machine and pretended to be enamoured with the song choice, I took note of the back door that led into a kitchen. Must have a back door through there. The register was close enough to the back door that you could get to it without being seen from the front windows. There appeared to be a standard alarm but that’s nothing that couldn’t be rewired. Interesting.

“I swear to god, if they so much as step a foot into this diner…”

I turned my head slightly towards one of the waitresses, a woman in her mid 40’s with blonde hair and crows feet. She had her arms crossed and was glaring at the door. A younger waitress stood next to her, biting her lip anxiously, eyes also locked on the door. I turned my head back to the jukebox, intent on finding at least one song that would entertain me for a few minutes before I was released back to the boredom this town consumed me with.

I scrolled for another few seconds before a shrill yell echoed throughout the diner. My head snapped up and I watched as the older waitress, who’s nametag read ‘Maureen’ headed towards the door.

“Abolutely not! You are not allowed back in here and you know it!” Her shouts were directed at a group of 4 men. They couldn’t have been much older than me, two brunettes and two blondes. The two at the front smirked at the​ woman whereas the other two held back, seemingly willing to let the others deal with the situation. 

“Now Maureen, that’s not a very nice way to speak to paying customers.” The brunette drawled with sarcastic sadness. He was tall, rather good-looking with a scar below one of his eyes. The blonde that stood next to him was leaning against the door, he stood heads above Maureen and knew it. He looked down at her with a cocky disinterest, as if this whole thing was below him.

“Y’all ain’t customers because you’re banned now get out!” She was ballsy, I’d give her that. It was at that moment, I’d realised everyone else in the diner was watching this interaction with baited breath. Most of the patrons looked nervous, some looked delighted that this group of men were being denied entry. 

The blonde one took a step closer to Maureen, a small smirk on his face as he spoke to her lowly. The poor woman was shaking with rage. I couldn’t hear what he said but she eventually moved to the side and let them through. If looks could kill, those men would’ve been dead a million times over. The brunette tipped his hat at her before they moved through the main walkway, towards a booth.

I was rather shocked she had lost that encounter, I was half expecting her to start beating them with her shoe.I took my cue to leave and began walking towards the door. Unfortunately, the group were sat at the booth near the door and as I walked past, a chair was pushed into my path.

Huh.

I stopped in my tracks and looked at the chair before raising my gaze to the men expectantly. I looked at the brunette first, the one who had clearly pushed the chair, before my gaze was drawn to the blonde. His eyes were locked onto mine as a small smirk played on his lips. 

“Fancy joining us, gorgeous?” The brunette asked, a grin on his face. 

Oh Jesus, did that really just happen? I internally gagged as I maintained eye contact with his blonde friend. 

I pushed the chair out of the way before walking out the door, not dismissive to the sound of the other two men making fun of the brunette. As I walked past the window, I noticed the blonde was still watching me, his smirk a little bigger.

This time, I did roll my eyes as I got into my car and drove home. 

—---------

The next week was rather uneventful. I did as I was told and kept a low profile. I hadn’t heard from Mikey, not a thing. So I spent my time fixing up my car. It was a ‘52 Buick and she was my everything. It was a gift from our Dad and my Brother had done it up for me for my birthday. I spent most of my mornings that week fixing the engine, adding a spoiler and cleaning the inside. Then in the evenings, I went to a bar called Irby’s. It appeared to be the only place to drink around here and seemed the owner didn’t care much about ID’s when money could be made. I’d somehow made a friend in one of the locals, Bonnie. She was in her mid 20’s, curly, black hair and a killer smile. She had grown up in Castle Rock but often went into Chamberlain. We had instantly hit it off, with her pulling me to her table and chatting the whole night. Since then, I had gone to Irby’s every night. Albeit it had only been 3 nights but it gave me something to do.

This night was no different. I sat down next to her and noticed she had already bought me my favourite, a Whiskey and Coke. I was trying to force myself to like the taste of straight Whiskey but I couldn’t do it. To be honest, I liked a Mai-Tai or a Pina Colada but I doubted Irby’s would know what they were so I went for the safe option.

“This place is Antsville tonight!” Bonnie commented, flicking the head of her lighter and lighting her cigarette. I hummed in agreement, taking a sip of my drink. Irby’s was small so it didn’t take a lot for it to be packed but as it was a Friday night, it was at maximum capacity. 

“So how are you finding Castle Rock? Have you spoken to anyone bar me since last night?” She teased.

I shot her a deadpan look before responding “I’ve been working on my car all day so no.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Castle Rock doesn’t have much to offer so I don’t blame you but you need to get out more and meet people!”

“Jesus, you sound like my Mother!” I laughed before downing my drink. “You want another?” I asked as I stood.

She shook her head, taking another drag of her cigarette, eyes scanning the crowd.

I began making my way through the plethora of bodies, I got a fair few elbows into the stomach and head but eventually I arrived at the bar. The lights were obnoxiously yellow and the bartop was covered in spilled beer. The owner was mid argument with a patron who had clearly had too much and appeared to have spilt his drink all over himself. As he slurred his way through reasons he should be allowed to stay, I noticed something in the back. On the left of the bar, up a few steps was a couple of pool tables. But it wasn’t the pool tables that caught my attention. It was the group playing. It was the group from the diner the other day. The blonde, the brunette and about 4 others. The brunette and another guy were playing pool whilst the blonde sat in a booth with a cigarette in his mouth, watching his surroundings. Before I could look away, we locked eyes. His face changed from watchful to smug and he sent me a wink before taking a swig of beer. I raised an eyebrow at him before turning back to the bar, the owner now dealt with his sticky patron.

I ordered another round before leaning against the bar. My back was beginning to hurt after being hunched over the engine all morning. Fuck, I should’ve taken some aspirin before coming out. I grabbed our drinks and went back to our table, putting the drinks down.

“I thought I said I didn’t want another one?” 

“Yeah, well, I don’t like being in debt to people.” I said, raising my glass to cheers her. 

As we began chatting about what little Castle Rock had to offer, the front door opened and a man walked in. I didn’t pay much attention at first, until I noticed Bonnie couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Friend of yours?”

She grinned before putting her finger to her lips. We watched as the man walked through to the back of the bar and surprise surprise, joined the men I saw at the diner.

“Who are those guys?” I asked, watching as the group of men greeted the man, passing him a beer before one of them got him in a playful headlock. 

“They…” She pointed, her barely lit cigarette still between her fingers, “are the Cobra’s.”

I burst out laughing, ‘The Cobra’s? What, was the Rattlesnakes taken?” 

She gave me a deadpan look before continuing, “The blonde in the black shirt,” The one who had winked at me earlier, “is Ace Merrill, their leader.” For some reason, his name seemed familiar but I couldn’t place where from. Probably one of the waitresses said something about him earlier. 

I had spent many of my formative years in Detroit, a place where gangs run rampant and you didn’t mess with them. Somehow, I found it difficult to take these ‘Cobras’ seriously. I had seen scary men in my time, my own Father being one of them, and hell, my Brother could count as one aswell. Scary men don’t need to try and prove how scary they are. Unlike greased back hair and leather jackets over there.

I took a moment to examine this ‘Ace,’ what kinda name is that? He looked to be in his late teens, early twenties at most. He had slicked back blonde hair, tanned skin and eyes that seemed to hold you where you were. He had left his place in the booth and was now playing pool with the brunette from earlier.

“The guy with him is Eyeball Chambers.” Bonnie continued, motioning to the brunette. 

“What kind of fucking names are these?!” I’d really have to hate my kid to call them ‘Eyeball’ or ‘Ace.’

Bonnie slapped my arm lightly, “Let me finish! He’s called Eyeball because apparently,” She took a deep breath as if she was tired of telling this story, ‘his Dad put out a cigarette on his eye when he was a kid.” 

Fucking hell. 

“Then there’s Billy, Charlie, Vince and Fuzzy.” She pointed out each of the other guys in turn. “I’m not gonna tell you what to do but I’d stay away from them if I were you.”

“Why’s that? They like to give people wedgies?” I drawled sarcastically. 

Bonnie burst out laughing, some of her drink coming out of her nose. Damn, she must be drunk because I am not that funny.

“You are too much for me, Sugar!” She giggled, catching her breath. “But no, they’re messed up in some shit. It’s mainly Ace and Eyeball you gotta watch out for. The rest are fairly harmless, just like to pretend they’re tough. Nah, that Merill…” She lit another cigarette, “almost killed a kid last summer. Damn near slit his throat.”

“Fuck, why? What happened?”

She shrugged, coughing a little on her cigarette and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smudging her red lipstick. “It’s just a rumour but I believe it.”

God damn, maybe I was wrong about this guy. Maybe he is more fucked than I thought. Who the fuck tries to kill a kid? Although, I was a little dubious. God knows how many rumours were spread about me when all the shit went down two years ago. 

“But get this…” She starts up again, both of us looking over at the group, “The kid Ace almost got is Eyeball’s brother.”

“There ain’t no fucking way…” I trailed off in shock, “And he did nothing to stop him?”

Bonnie shrugged, leaning back in her seat. “I don’t know the details. Like I said, it’s just a rumour but I’d put money on it.”

Damn, what kind of town was this?! This guy clearly had a reputation, evident from the antics at the diner and now this. I couldn’t tell if he was a ‘tough guy’ or just a plain psychopath. Either way, I intended to keep my distance. I was here for a reason. Granted, I didn’t know that reason just yet but I was not gonna get caught up in some violent prick’s bullshit. I needed to speak to Mikey.

I had been so caught up in my thoughts, I hadn’t realised I was still staring at the group and it wasn’t until Bonnie grabbed my arm did I realise they had caught on. ‘Ace’ or whatever his fucking name was was looking straight at me, an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his lips. ‘Eyeball’ was murmuring in his ear next to him before looking over at me and grinning smugly.

Awesome. Just what I needed.

I turned back to Bonnie, purposely facing my body away from our spectators. 

“You’ve been in Castle Rock all of five minutes, sugar, and you’re already on their radar.” 

“Just my fuckin’ luck.” I muttered, taking a sip of my drink. 

—------

“Ow!” 

Shit, since when was the sofa there?

I clumsily made my way through the house, hitting myself apparently on every piece of goddamn furniture in this place. I had turned on one of the lamps but it didn’t seem to help much. The problem was I had drunk a bit too much. I staggered through to my room and collapsed on the bed. I should make it easy on myself in the morning and get water now but damn, I’m so comfy.

I don’t fall asleep fully clothed with makeup and shoes still on as often as I used to but every now and then, I would. I was so bored. I had nothing to do in this god forsaken town. If drinking didn’t fill the void, what would?

Fuck, I forgot to turn off the lamp in the living room.

I considered just leaving it until the morning but if I got up to turn it off, I could also get some water for my future self.

With a groan, I stood up and wobbled into the living room. I was about to turn off the lamp when I noticed something on the front door mat. I most definitely had beer goggles on, everything was wavy so it took me longer than it should’ve to see that it was a letter.

In hindsight, I should’ve been concerned as no one except Mikey and Bonnie knew where I lived. At the time, I didn’t fully process how weird it was.

I bent down to pick up the letter and tried to look at it more closely. Can I sober up for like 30 seconds please?

There was no address on it, just my name. Well, my old name. The one I was born with. I recognised the handwriting almost instantly.

My brother had a flair for the dramatic, you could say. He always had. He also liked to feel like he was in control. The two were a deadly combination. 

It was this flair for the dramatic that made me roll my eyes when I read the note.

Annabelle,

Things are starting. I’ll call tomorrow. Get ready.

M

See what I mean about dramatic? Why not just call me tomorrow anyway? He must’ve been in town to deliver this so why not talk to me? You know, like human beings do? I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash before grabbing my water and heading to bed. 

—---

The next day went as expected. I woke up with a hangover and didn’t leave my bed until lunchtime. When I finally felt like I could rejoin the land of the living, I showered and made some pancakes. The rest of the day was spent watching TV and waiting for Mikey to call.

It wasn’t until the evening did the phone ring. 

“Michael?”

“I take it you got my note?”

Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t have answered the phone by saying your name. “Yeah. What’s happening?”

“I got a job for you.”

“Go ahead.” I was no stranger to Mikey’s little ‘jobs.’ It could be anything from gathering intel for a robbery to befriending a rival. I was still waiting on the day a job for me was to see how much beer I could drink before passing out.

He sighed in irritation, I could see him running his tongue over his teeth, a tell he was pissed. “Chamberlain’s a maybe. Could get some business there. But you don’t shit where you sleep. Castle Rock seems like it’ll be just far enough that they won’t suspect shit. But I hear Castle Rock has its’ own shit.”

I held back a laugh, “They have a gang if that’s what you mean. Or if you could even call it that. ‘The Cobra’s.’ Bunch of idiots with anger issues, tryna prove to themselves that they’re tough. Laughable, not really a threat.”

I heard silence which meant Mikey was probably deep in thought. “I’ve heard similar. It’s not them I think could cause problems. It’s their leader. Goes by the name Ace Merill.”

Fucking ace. Literally, fucking Ace. “I’ve heard of him, seen him around a few times. From what I heard, he almost killed some kid last year so maybe you’re right. The gang don’t seem like a threat but he’s something else.”

“On the money, kid. Kids tryna play in the big leagues ain’t a problem. Merrill seems like he may be a player in the big leagues. I need info.”

I groaned, “Fuck. What do you need?”

“Anything and everything you can get on him. If you can find out what he’s mixed up in, even better.”

“How the hell am I supposed to find out about that?!”

Mikey sighed as if I was the dumbest person in the world, which I’m sure he thought I was sometimes. “Talk to him, be his friend. Make him trust you.”

“I don’t know if you can be friends with a guy like this.” I mumbled.

“Then do whatever you gotta do, okay?! Just find out what he knows.” With that, he hung up.

I was well and truly fucked. 

#Stand By Me #ace merrill

[rhombedrum]

A concept art of my character from a custom multiverse setting for DnD 5e / Pathfinder mixture, The Necklace of Kings.

Main setting author:  @eirewinne

Reїgğraaɖt ‘the Undecaying’ Hoїɖaarağenı, a drow-blooded tiefling and the last Axiciar of a disappeared god Æhath Ollathar.

One among many, who witnessed the Fall of Narhiinth, his native land. And the first of the undead, Uruağaan.

Class: Inquisitor

Alignment: Neutral Evil

MBTI: ISFJ-A

Apparent age: late 40′s

Actual age: 82~

Role: important and highly powerful NPC

Son of a bastard and a ranger mercenary in his youth, Reїgğraaɖt was chosen by a noble woman as one of her possible fiances. Winning her hand in a tournament was not enough: following the demand of a Matriarch, he became a priest, abandoned his adventures and settled. It was a happy and fruitful marriage, blessed by many children. A telltale life of a lowborn turned noble.

Untill the Pale Blight came to harrow the land of Narhiinth.

In his thirties, Reїgğraaɖt saw his land fall to the mysterious malady. Helpless and striving to save his family, he contracted the deadly disease. Yet, a god spoke to him, long forgotten, their soul fractured and almost devoured by Pale Mistress, only a shatter left clinging to Reїgğraaɖt ‘s soul. Æhath Ollathar, god of the Wheel’s balance, offered a bargain: should Reїgğraaɖt pledge his service, they would stop his desease from progressing further.

And so the dying tiefling stroke a pact and became the last Axiсiar of Æhath Ollathar.

While Paleness scourged Narhiinth, Reїgğraaɖt roamed the Necklace of Kings, neither dead nor alive, doing the bidding of his god. And a bidding it was: for moons, fullmoons and turns the Axiciar searched for a long gone weapon to take Æhath Ollathar’s shatters back from the Pale Mistress. Almost a decade passed until Reїgğraaɖt found one of the six scythes. A weapon made of a dragon memory rock, said to kill those unworthy who dared to touch it. For it was a great insult to Axiciars, deserving of a death hex.

Wielding the weapon of Axiciars of past, he returned to Narhiinth, once a prosperous land of nomads, roaming cities and sand-sailing ships. But found it’s dry steppes and colourful fiery sands turned into cold, white wasteland, a suiting domain for the Pale Mistress. Сities and villages have fallen, those who lived through the blight have already fled. Only pale soulless bodies of his fallen compatriots wandered the land aimlessly. Mere shells of their former self, stagnated and stilled.

Æhath Ollathar tasked Reїgğraaɖt with finding a servant of Pale Mistress, so that they could reach her soul and reclaim their fractures back. Although they never mentioned to their Axiciar he would certainly perish in the process, devoured by a god to nourish them with power.

When the shatter of a god touched their former parts, the deities’ souls resonated and bursted in pure, uncontrolled energy.

Many turns the shatter has spent in the Wheel with a soul that came to be Reїgğraaɖt, corupted by a strife for vengeance. Once Æhath Ollathar tried to rip their former self from Pale Mistress, a creature of Abyss, corruption spilled out altering the very essence of the god. Their doctrines perverted, turned upside down. Balance became the struggle for power and survival, and became so as if it has always been that way.

Weakened was the shatter of a god, so they tried to devour Reїgğraaɖt soul, torn in two by the burst. Alas, the mortal soul in a body with Abyssal heritage came out victorious in the struggle. The shatter replaced the torn-out half.

Æhath Ollathar seized to exist.

Reїgğraaɖt should have died, his soul returned to the Wheel. Yet, his pallid half, claimed by Pale Mistress, could not, while the living one rejected the Abyssal plane. Axiciar’s soul roamed the other planes, eventually returning to a stagnated body.

Thus in the world with soulless corpses as undead and immortality granted only to vampire species, he became the first of the Uruağaan. Reїgğraaɖt the Undecaying. The one who could never die, even if he strifed to.

Two decades and one turn he spent in his deep slumber, awakening with the rebirth of magick. When dragons have returned and brought their argent magick with them, he awakened. Awakened, only to find himself worshipped by some peasants in a village somewhere in No-One-Lands, lots and lots of miles north west from Narhiinth.

They dressed and fed him as he pleased, though unable to replicate most of his demands: his culture, cuisine and mother tongue as he knew it was long gone. No one in those foreign lands knew nor remembered what Narhiinthians looked like, how their travellers and merchants dressed or talked. Even the surviving refugees slowly changed their way of speech, adapting sounds from those who welcomed them, blending in. Not as noblebloods, but as a rabble and abyssalists.

With his god silent and scyth stolen by some wandering thiefs, Reїgğraaɖt set out for travels. First, he had to return his weapon, then search for the remnants of Æhath Ollathar’s cult. Adapting to the world with returned magick, the Axiciar found himself in no need of food, water or sleep. His body could have spent miles and miles travelling, neither fatigued nor starved. Yet, the sun stung his pallid half, blinded his pallid eye. Daylight made him languid, almost lethargic. Until the moon rised. Night made his mind alert and quick. The blinded eye saw better than the one alive. His wounds closed faster, his pallid skin never felt the slightest pain or pleasure.

It did not take long before he caught up with the thiefs, following the trail of their dead friends. Those, who touched the scythe, have either already perished or had their life taken by Axiciar’s bolt or knife. Such insult had a price, and the price was their life. Except for one. The boy, who lied. The one, who touched the scythe, yet lived through it. In Reїgğraaɖt’s eyes the boy was deserving, and so had to come with him.

And so the first of Uruağaan ventured forward.

Many has he met in his travels: those, who saw him as an abomination, those who saw him as a god, those who became his foe and those who became his friend. A Forest Witch of Lotunhein Land was among them. One without a purpose, waiting to die from a pallid man’s hand. But he never granted her such fate.

The three of them ventured together, to one of Æhath Ollathar’s chantries. In  Reїgğraaɖt’s time it was already a ruin, a mere shade of what once was glory and opulence. Common people have long forgotten the god of Wheel’s balance even before the disappearance of the dragons. The cult had been dying out long before, slowly, but steadily, mere dozens left of them. Two decades later Æhath Ollathar’s followers came not to be.

Now Reїgğraaɖt’s path lied forward: they had to venture north. For Axiciar the No-One-Lands smelled strange and eerie, abyssal almost, like those touched by the Paleness. Something was not right, corrupted, even cursed.

Yet, the Axiciar never made it to the northern border of No-One-Lands. Slain by foe’s arrow, Reїgğraaɖt saw once more what death is like... And then, sevenmoons later, came back in the same ruins of once glorious chantry of Æhath Ollathar. His wounds closed and scars vanished.

The Undecaying one, the first of Uruağaan, eǰen Reїgğraaɖt Hoїɖaarağenı. This shall he be called.

Now his path lied south east. Back to white wastelands, that were once Narhiinth.

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

Monday 9 June 1834

8 ¼

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two kisses the last a good one last night very fine morning F68° in our bedroom at 8 ¼ am - had Hutton to measure Miss W- for an habit - breakfast at 10 - Had Ward gone back to live with Lady Stuart - she poorly or would have written - hoped to see me at 2 - Lady Stuart de R- would be delighted to see me - Ward would take my note -wrote a ¼ sheet full enough to admit folding to ask when I should call, and sent it by Ward to ‘The Lady Stuart de Rothesay 4 Carlton Terrace’ - then wrote 3 pages of ½ sheet to Lord Hillsborough saying I was from home and only got his letter on setting off to come here - much obliged to him about the Courier Degarlieb - my aunt still living and likely to continue many months could be far or long absent from home during the remainder of her life that had no hope of going north this year, but my northern tour only delayed, not given up and I should be very glad to find Degarlieb at liberty when I was ready for him - if he, Lord H-, had 5 minutes to spare should be exceedingly glad to see him - going to Paris, but should not be off till Wednesday morning - Coates and Billing sent me a dirty postboy and shabby pair of horses and harness to my own carriage - out at 2 - In passing left my note with Degarlieb’s letter in German under cover to ‘the Earl of Hillsborough, 40 Berkeley square’ and then drove to Whitehall - there at 2 ¼ - Lady S- not returned from her bath - found the dean of Windsor alone in the drawing room - soon got acquainted - talked of

SH:7/ML/E/17/0042

Copenhagen, and the de Hagemanns, etc and got on very well - thought him very pleasant and agreeable - then came in Lady Albina Cumberland and she and I too made each other’s acquaintance very comfortably - at last after 3 came poor dear Lady Stuart looking ill, suffering from Lumbago as well as erysipelas and much more infirm than when I saw her last - sat with her till 4 ½ and then returned home - Miss W- had been at Dumergue’s  (42 Albemarle street) and had her tooth taken out and seemed very well after it – we went out at 5 ¼ - shopping – back at 8. Had Hutton to try an habit – dressed- dinner at 8 55 – very kind note from Lady Stuart de Rothesay begging me to go to her at 1 - the people said it did not come till just after I went out - another note this evening (also a very kind one) to say there must surely have been some mistake about her note this morning - sat down and wrote answer to go in the morning to say I would be with her soon after 12 – wrote 1 page of ½ sheet to Lady Harriet - tea at 11 – very fine day F66° at 12 ½ tonight - Miss W- wrote 2 ¾ pages and I wrote the rest and ends of letter to my aunt Shibden that went by tonight’s post giving an account of our journey and of my being unwell but saying I was quite better

[jacobscharacter]

Jaspers Journey (short story)

Jasper is a 15 year old kid digging his ski boots 1 by one into the rock solid ice on the side of the halfpipe. Jack frost has been and the lifty's are still down at base camp having their morning coffee's. Jasper never complain's. He actually really enjoy's having the sun slowly aluminate his path as he battles the incline of the mountain. The kid just has a lot on his mind. As the crunch of his boot tip hitting the ice eco's once more, Jasper can be seen hunched over with his bottom lip threatening to drop. Only his googles can hide the black circles under his eyes and only his favourite signature Henrik Harlaut inspired Wu-tang Clan hoodie can hide the goosebumps on his pale skin. Jasper feels alone, as if nobody see's what he doe's. As if nobody see's how much he tries. So why should he try at all?

In 2008 Jasper Julian Jenvey was born. In the small farming community of Owaka. Destine to become the predecessor to the many sheep sheering prodigies who came before him. Jasper had other idea's. In 2010 Jasper Jenvey could ski down your average chairlift run with more grace than any given 40 year old. He could get air time by 4, 360's by 6, backflips by 8 and his first cork 7 at 10 years old. In 2019 Jasper set foot in the half pipe. His father was quoted saying "it was like a duck to water". With his family's dreams of him still becoming the next winner of 'New Zealand's got wool' long gone. The support for Jasper's skiing career were second to none. Driving up to Queenstown and Wanaka to train and compete every weekend. By 2023 Jasper really wanted to make it big. He needed to do what all the big names in the sport were doing. Back to back winter's. Amazing, fun, time of your life! Yet horrifically expensive. The rail selection at Laxx, the jump building technology of Aspen and the swiss pipe shaping ability of Good Mountain weren't just a 3 hour drive away. The 25 hour country to country plane fiesta was enough to make the Jenvey's accountant say "yea, na", but Craig had other idea's.

Jasper's Dad Craig had always been his number one fan. No matter the people, place or wool shed party that was being held back home, Craig wouldn't miss watching Jasper ski for anything. Craig's family had taken him skiing as a kid. He was more like a fish on land as he would put it. Craig loved the family skiing holidays as a kid and was in awe not only of the stunts Jasper could do but the passion that he showed for the sport. It never took any convincing to get Craig out of bed for the early morning drive up central ways for a few icy morning turns. He just wanted to see Jasper do great, that's all that mattered to him. So when it was do or die and Jasper needed to go overseas, Craig did anything but hesitate. They made a deal. Craig and Jaspers Mum Ella would pay for Jaspers ski gear, lift pass and most importantly travel fee's. Once in Switzerland Jasper would find a job and pay for his accommodation and living costs. Jasper had helped out around the farm for years. Never thinking twice about having to feed the animals, gather the eggs or tidy up the pig pens. It was second nature and he was about to go chase his Swiss Alps dreams and reap the rewards.

Craig and Ella just want to see their son have fun. Yet Jasper doesn't just want to just be the best young skier out of Owaka. He wants to be considered one of the greats. He's proven himself as a top competitor at world cups winning his first one this year, (2023). That was on home soil though and Jasper wants to make the Olympics. You must be among the best not only in your home pipe but all the others around the world to achieve such accolades.

Now overseas Jasper is dedicated to be gracing the surfaces of the vertical halfpipe walls. Rather than spending the weekdays tackling runaway Ewe's, Jasper is soaking up every second upside down towering above the walls of Good Mountains (GM's) Olympic size pipe.

He's been lucky enough to find a job as a dishy at GM's on mountain Cafe and Eatery. Each night he works from 3pm - 10pm. This provides enough money for his favourite kimchi Bowl Noodle Soup, as well as a bed in the mountain staff sleeping quarters.

Jasper is finding himself very lethargic at the end of each shift. He thinks the energy he doesn't have is holding him back from landing the both way back to back 1620's that he knows will secure him a sure fire spot in next years Olympics. He needs those tricks to fall sooner rather than later. Last week at the GM world cup event Jasper's din's had mysteriously been turned down. His mind was focused and thinking about his switch 1440 on his third hit. Then on his first hit his ski let loose on take off. This comp was vital as the New Zealand Olympic team has just been named and Jasper didn't make it. So with one wildcard spot left Jasper needs any boost he can get.

It's not the ski popping off moment that's messing with Jasper's head though. Because after the comp as his main rival for the Olympic wildcard spot, James Jamison stepped up to the podium, he gave Jasper a menacing wink. As if he had something to do with Jasper's out of the blue blunder.

Fast forward one week to present day. As the crunch of Jasper's boot hitting the ice can speak 1000 words. Jasper is hunched over with his bottom lip quivering like a flag fluttering in the wind. He worked an extra half an hour last night and Apres at the staff sleeping quarters turned into a late night affair of erratic dance moves coupled with thumping liquid DnB. Little sleep was had and the ominous wink shot directly at him by James is playing over and over in his head. Craig isn't there to tell Jasper how good he is. Craig isn't there to make him laugh or get excited at every little thing he doe's. Craig isn't there to tell him everything is going to be alright. The Olympics are one year away. Craig and Ella are 18,588 km's away. It's just Jasper, his favourite Wu-Tang hoodie and the symmetrically cut edges of the GM halfpipe. A lost cold boy with no one to turn too, this is Jasper.

[the-firebird69]

The established a definite path of incorrect behavior which shall we say and they're a couple things that were breaking the law but from what I understand from articles and cleaning and see part of it they didn't touch on me extremely illegal stuff that you was actually doing most of you higher ups. You can try and overturn the results of an election and you can try and change what it was by getting proof and he was arguing but you can't read the Congress offices physically looking for such evidence is what they did which is the illegal part that nobody seems to be able to say in the English it's just what happened to Nixon he went in there rated the office and got arrested Trump wasn't there raise the office and nothing happens it's so mystery he owns tons of stuff his people are everywhere Mack had him do it had him take over from ghwb with a small Force is very special very intelligent got beat up by Trump's big force of stupid for Mac Daddy's order some Mac Daddy's not going after them and Trump's fleets almost gone on earth and the spaceships fleets on in space or almost gone and also ground war against the idiot Max are doing it but they lost tons of Intel the forgieners, that was lost because Trump is just a huge a****** and got killed by Forest too and Max didn't anticipate that as much as it's happening but boy is he in everyone's face

Zues Hera

Well it says it all and he's right they're the legal part they had to touch on what they did was very illegal and it was like Spiro Agnes office they didn't even say that right that's what it is and we don't care what what science this guy is not in my side it's not on my side either his wrecks are lives as a matter of fact and mine for 30 or 40 years his whole life is this mental health b******* it's ruining us he said it too doesn't anybody want to stop these mental freaking f***** they're so stupid what they're doing is so wrong proby is like one of them he says what you people are doing is making my program worse and it was already horrible. He agrees too there are some things in life you have to stand up for and this is one of them this man is a vulgar evil person and he's wrong about most everything that he's doing and he's pitiful he did that to Steve Martin to annoy him he kept him up with the beers he shook the beers in the movie seeing shaking them put them on the bed knowing that it would explode and he is a huge a****** to be near I spoke with Jen ones I think it was her and she said I don't want to be near that guy ever in my life ever again I don't know what's wrong with him he is so mental this is nothing to talk about and that's what my BF said you said I tried to talk to him and that was it he's thinking I'm superior and that's it and there's no topic he's talking about that would prove it he just wants to sit there and try and have people think that he's gross and that's what I found out too from being here is Ted Doyle and he used to make fun of all the time your eyes are squinty can you see and granddaddy kick his ass now it makes sense the mac daddy would do that big force of stupid small force of really smart do the math and get off my back Jack just another lackey lacking is dead George wasn't a lackey. Now he said that and I agree with it and this guy as well violence okay he's super violent and Matthew suffered and he was going to toss you off the roof you f** what I'm saying is you should listen to his threats he's sitting there threatening get the f*** off me with that s*** this little girl s*** and then cleaners and having them sit there for the court you're you're doing something that's really stupid and he said it's a result of this morlock revolution and they went around making this stupid cuz they're stupid and I can't see it you need your brain back and you have a method and we don't disapprove it just takes some time and healing and it really takes like a week or two and you're retraining your brain and the problem what happened that way it's going to be Mister formaldehyde it's really gross what's happening you're a leader in your lost because of 1975

Abbey

[apartyofone]

Greatly missed

I'm a writer - or I used to be. For the past few weeks I've been trying to recharge my creative energies by doing daily writing assignments. I simply sit down at the keyboard and start tapping away at whatever comes to mind. Nothing scripted ahead of time. Stream of consciousness stuff. It's all part of what I hope will be a sustained routine that's good for the mind and body.

Anyway, here is today's efforts.

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This Sunday and the next hold special meaning to me. Today is the day to celebrate mothers all around the globe. Next week's commemorative message will be more personal. So here's my best effort to summarize a few things about this remarkable woman I called: Mom.

Eleanor Catherine Bragg-S is no longer with us. It's been a little under 3 years since she slipped away. She passed quietly, two days after a massive stroke. Not the worst way to go.

She knew she was much loved. By her sons. By her friends. And especially by her husband, my dad. He passed on in 2013. Their marriage was strong in all the right ways. But they faced some difficult challenges together. Very little money for most of their marriage. The life of my severely mentally disabled brother and his death when he was age 11. Then my father's debilitating health issues during the last 10 years of his life. 

She lived in one town for 85 of her 87 year long life. She was a true soul of the Rogue River Valley of Oregon. Our family was in the valley's main industry - pear growing. It was a tough life in comparison to others. Anyone making a living in agriculture understands that. We grew fruit prior to the advent of huge corporate farms. It was NAFTA that caused the true death blow to this industry, and my parents were retired before all of the orchards were pulled out. It's funny - within the last 30 years, this picturesque valley's ag industry has gone from pears.....to wine grapes.....and now to the greatest cash crop of all:

Cannabis. Thousands of acres of it. 

My mom was a registered nurse, and a pretty good one. She had a strong career path to becoming a head nurse in our local hospital until the birth of my younger brother. From day one, Bill required the attention of both my parents. I did quite a lot too - probably more than I should have. I can't say that for my brother - and I think he's still guilty about it. I won't describe my brother's life here - at least not now. Suffice to say that my mom's career was very limited after that. She would work part time on the swing shift, from 3 pm to 11 pm. She took my brother to dozens of doctors up and down the west coast for treatments. She would spend Saturdays at the county library researching medical issues on her own. It was an exhausting existence for her.

We lived out in the country on a 40 acre tract of open land and orchard. My parents bought this tiny little house when they were first married and then remodeled/expanded it when I was very young. It was a comfortable country house, with an ancient barn and orchard shops to play in/around.

When I think back to those times, I tend to only think of the positives of my childhood. The truth was that my parents really didn't have to worry about me very much. Between my younger brother's health, and my older brother's bat shit crazy ass behavior, there was little time for them to really care about me. I don't want to describe it as like the film "Matilda" but there are some scenes in there that make me laugh and shrug. Through it all I learned about responsibility at a very early age.  Too early probably. As I described my life history to one therapist a few years ago, I remember him telling me: "You were forced to be an adult by the age of 8; you really didn't have a childhood because of tending to your little brother's needs." I don't blame my mother or father about this situation one bit. They were trying their best. Always trying their best.

My mother's family came from the east coast. Her father - my grandfather - was the rebel in the family. He shocked his parents when, after getting an architecture degree at Cornell, he moved to the west coast. He had a little bit of family money that he sank into a pretty small pear farm. In the 1920s, 30s and 40s you could make a decent living farming a block of 75 acres. But while all his brothers were busy making fortunes in banking and the stock market, my grandfather was happy to scrape out a living in his orchard. But it was pretty tough.My mom's mother died very early in her life due to cancer. She was in the hospital down in Stanford, California for a couple of years, and the family would visit her every other month. She had few memories of her.

Growing up with a single father was difficult. She attended boarding schools in Utah - a period of time she hated. Came back to Oregon for high school. Needing a career, she attended Pomana College in southern California and then went to nursing school at Northwestern in Chicago.

I think my mom would have preferred to be born into the other side of the family at times. She was frustrated by our lack of money. She wanted us to come off as some rich, educated, sophisticated family when we would socialize with other people in our small town. Their friends were all the doctors, lawyers, bankers, etc. of the town and we were the farmers. 

To make matters worse, my grandmother -  from my father's side - had picked out very wealthy husbands in her later life. (She went through 5 of them in her life!) My father and his mother had an awkward relationship at times when it came to money, and that frustrated my mom. My grandmother was generous in giving them money for medical treatment for my brother, and paid my brother's college tuition costs. She started to pay some of mine but I declined them after my freshman year. I had enough scholarships and making my own money in the summers and during school to cover it. As for my grandmother's bank account, I really don't know what my mother expected and I stayed out of those arguments.

I was very fortunate to have spent a lot of time with both my father and mother after I had become an adult. When I graduated college in the early 1980s, most kids migrate far away and establish a different life in their 20s. I enjoyed extended family life with them all the way into my mid 30s until we sold the business. (Of course I recently read that over 50% of kids age 22-27 are still living with their parents due to economic challenges so I guess I was ahead of my time.)

After one year in the newspaper business and a round-the-world trip, I returned to Oregon and worked in our family mail order business from 1985 to 1996.  If you know of the famed company Harry & David, then you understand what our little company was all about. We were a tiny little speck of a company when we took it over. Over the next 11 years we grew it - fast. We never rivaled H&D in sheer size but our operation was probably the second largest in the US when we sold it to Hickory Farms. My dad was involved in the commercial packing part of our business, I ran the mail order business and my mom was responsible for our retail stores around Oregon. Working in a family business isn't for everyone, but I look back on those days with a lot of pride. And happiness. The three of us took dozens of trips to gourmet food shows and meetings with our ad agencies in Portland and San Francisco. 

(Side note - I eventually had to "fire" my own mother from her job. I'll write about that someday.)

My mother's family had a history of mental issues. Her older sister had sometimes severe mental breakdowns. She was institutionalized at various times. My mother was never quite as afflicted, but there would be spells later in life when she suffered severe episodes. My father put up with a lot of bullshit from my mom over the years. Her alcohol habits made things worse the older she got. She resisted taking any kind of medication because of irrational fears that it would make her want to commit suicide. (?!?!?). Somehow they stayed married.

After we sold the business, my parents spent time traveling. First in the Pacific to visit my brother and his new wife, Kim. Then later to Ireland, England and Italy. They never got to France. I guess I'll have to do it for them. 

My earliest memories confirm that my parents loved being at this mountain lake about 45 minutes from our hometown. It's called Lake of the Woods, and each summer we would rent a cabin and stay a few weeks. There are about 250 cabins located around this still gorgeous natural lake high in the Cascade Mountains. When I was in college, they managed to save enough money to buy a small cabin near the lake. It was an absolute steal - and it proved to be the best thing for the last 25 years of their lives. They fixed it up, added another bedroom and it became their summer home for a couple of decades. One of my most prized personal possessions is a watercolor painting that my mother did of the cabin. In the picture I can see my Dad seated in a chair at a table reading - where he spent hours each and every day. Every marriage should have some kind of shared passion, and this lake cabin was it for my mom and dad.

When my father's health was declining they finally decided to put it up for sale. My brother had the notion of trying to buy it from them - I had long since moved to the east coast and so wasn't in the picture. My brother was pretty miffed that he didn't get a chance to buy it - but it turned out to be a huge blessing. This tiny cabin that my parents bought in 1980 for $30,000......sold for $550,000 25 years later and helped to fund their retirement living! (As it turned out, my brother bought himself another cabin at the same lake and it's turned into HIS passion for his forced (medically induced) retirement now too.

I wonder what my passion is going to be as I wind down my life? Hopefully  it's somewhere or someone in France.

After my father passed, my mother was never very happy.  She finally did give in to to her doctor's insistence and started taking medication for her mental issues. She was very stable for much of the rest of her life. I think she probably wished she had taken them earlier in her life, especially when my father was alive because of all the grief she caused him. 

My mom and brother made a plan to move her to Portland - where he lives - so that he could be closer to help. Their relationship - my brother and my mom - was very difficult all her life. Especially involving my brothers wife. She is Australian and has zero filter. The two of them clashed from the very start. Years would go by when the two of them couldn't be in the same room. I blame my mom for most of these issues but Kim certainly didn't make it easy until much later. After my Dad passed, Kim really tried to understand my mom and they finally arrived at a civilized truce. 

Without my dad around, my mom's drinking got steadily worse. She would suffer falls, have hospital stays for injuries, spend time in rehab centers. It was a tough last few years. Despite these episodes her doctors pronounced her very fit for her age.  Her passing was a complete shock.  I had the opportunity to see her many times each year, flying out to Portland to visit one of my company's brands. I'd spend 4 days or so 3X per year so I don't feel guilty being far away. We'd talk every Sunday night - looking at the clock - right about now.

She got to know her grandchildren/my kids. She was very supportive of C and his transition. S attended college for a year in Ashland, about 10 miles away from where she lived, and so those two got closer.

The Episcopal Church was very important to her. We would all bundle up in the family station wagon and attend Sunday services each and every week. Most of her close friends through her life were also involved with St. Marks Church of Medford. All those people were truly family friends, the kind that stay with you through every up and down of life. Her funeral service was filled with all those remaining souls. That's something I regret never seeking out and finding for myself. It's probably too late now.

No mother is perfect. God knows mine wasn't. But she was special and unique.  She was giving and loving. Smart and funny. 

Happy Mothers day, Mom. I sure miss you.

#happy mothers day #mothers day

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@ EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THE MAKING OF ENDGAME: I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR STEVE’S ENDING. I’M STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS TWO YEARS LATER; THAT’S HOW YOU KNOW YOU MESSED UP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😫😫😫😩😩😫😩😩😩😩😩😔😔😔😔😡😡🤯🤯🤯🤯😑😑😑😑😑🤮🤮🤮🤮🤡🤡💩💩🤡🤡

#completely messes up his character arc #MAKES AGENT CARTER NOT CANNON #and the writers and directors don't even agree on the rules of his time travel #like seriously was he in a different timeline or not??? #way too confusing and there isn't even a cannon answe #like yes steve should've retired #yes the shield should ABSOLUTELY have been passed on to sam #but no #he should not have gone back to the 40's to live out his life with some girl he kissed a few times #and just watch as stuff played out that he knew would happen? #be okay knowing that bucky was being tortured and brainwashed by hydra??? #etc #so many problems #anyways #mad #avengers: endgame #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers captain america #russos #russo brothers #the russo brothers #stephen mcfeely #christopher markus #christopher markus and stephen mcfeely #chris evans #marvel #mcu #avengers

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Tom Hiddleston made his glorious debut as Loki in 2011's Thor, which celebrated its 10th anniversary exactly two weeks ago today. Since then, the 40-year-old actor's God of Mischief has gone on a remarkable journey in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, as he grappled with the living in his heroic brother Thor's (Chris Hemsworth) shadow and evolved from villain to antihero. Now, it's time for Loki to step into the spotlight on Disney+'s Loki. Ahead of the six-episode drama's premiere, though, EW asked Hiddleston to take us through Loki's greatest hits.

The audition (2009)

It's well-known that Hiddleston actually auditioned for Thor's titular role. "I remember thinking I should probably do some exercise because Thor is a very athletic character. So I did that, got into his kind of regime and did my camera test, and put on the blonde wig, and swung the hammer," he says. "But I do remember on the piece of paper I signed, it said, 'The role of Thor/Loki.' I thought, 'Okay...' Long-story short: Chris Hemsworth is definitive in the role of Thor. I certainly think so, and the right decision was made on that day. I'm very glad it went the way it went."

Thor (2011)

Directed by Kenneth Branagh, The first Thor contains the scene that truly set the stage for Hiddleston and Loki's post-Avengers breakout. After discovering he's actually descended from the Frost Giants, Loki confronts his (adopted) father, Odin (Anthony Hopkins), about the deception in a harrowing and transformative scene. "That's the creation, in a way, of Loki's status as a villain, is this intense feeling of marginalization and isolation, [and] that he does not belong, that Thor is not his brother," says Hiddleston. "I'll never forget doing that scene because I had such respect, and still do, for Sir Anthony Hopkins, and suddenly I was having to play tennis with him in a very emotional place."

Marvel Studios President Kevin Feige adds: "There's just so much pain and angst in it. I think that is the moment that Tom really got his hooks into the audience."

The Avengers (2012)

Loki has many memorable moments in The Avengers, but Hulk interrupting the "puny" god's egomaniacal speech and pounding him to the ground is the funniest. "I had a piece of wire tied to my ankle and there was a mat on the floor, which was out of shot, and three of the strongest stunt guys holding the wire at the end behind the camera. The experience being yanked out of frame was one I will not forget in a hurry," says Hiddleston, explaining he was the only one in front of the camera when they shot it because Mark Ruffalo didn't perform the role via motion-capture in that first Avengers film. "For about two years after that, I couldn't go through airports anywhere in the world without somebody kind of going, 'Hey, Mr. Loki, I love it when you get Hulk smashed.' It became a bit of a thing in a fun way,"

Thor: The Dark World (2013)

Loki loves to use his powers to guard himself both physically and emotionally, as seen in Thor: The Dark World when Thor visits his imprisoned brother after the Dark Elves murdered their mother. At first, Loki is smug as always and everything seems in order, but Thor calls him out and the illusion dissipates, revealing that Loki is broken and grieving. "There's this love of their mother that unites these two brothers, adopted or not, and they form a kind of unpredictable and unstable alliance," says Hiddleston. "That scene was really key to anchoring that film in something honest and emotional."

Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

Loki learns nothing hurts like apathy when his brother reveals he's completely given up on him in this pivotal elevator scene from Taika Waititi's eccentric and warm threequel. "I think it really affects Loki. He thinks, 'Oh maybe I got this wrong. Maybe I did have a place in that family. Maybe this guy is my brother.' But it was a really enjoyable scene because it was just a very quiet moment with Chris in a very calm space in a big, colorful, spectacular film" says Hiddleston.

Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

After evading death many times, Loki finally met his end when Thanos (Josh Brolin) crushed his windpipe — but not before delivering a powerful speech in which he accepted all parts of himself, the Frost Giant and the Asgardian. "The redemption of Loki as a character was achieved in that moment of sacrifice and catharsis — that after all this time, after all this journey of feeling marginalized and fueled by jealous rage, he would risk his life to save his brother and call himself an Odinson. And I saw this perfect closure in a way," says Hiddleston. "I remember Josh Brolin could not have been sweeter. He was so generous. I walked into the room and he turned around and saw me come in, and just broke into this big wide smile, and opened up his arms, and enveloped me in a big hug and said, 'I'm sorry, man.'"

Avengers: Endgame (2019)

But Infinity War wasn't the end for Loki. Hiddleston appeared as the Avengers-era version of his character for Endgame's time heist. "It was really enjoyable to go back to this version of this character that I played before all of the evolution with those actors who I got to know so well and we'd all been on this journey together," he says. Of course, that Loki ends up stealing the Tesseract and disappearing, setting the stage for the Disney+ series. "Where does he go? When does he go? How does he get there?"

Loki (2021)

"If you've seen the trailer for Loki the show, you will know that Loki finds himself face-to-face with the TVA, the Time Variance Authority, who are an organization within Marvel Comics that govern the order of time," Hiddleston says. "I suppose Loki picking up the Tesseract in Endgame might have caused some concern. It is very exciting. The world of the TVA is a world of bureaucratic order, and of course Loki is the God of Mischief and Chaos. So you have the forces of order and chaos coming together, and that's where our story starts."

Bonus moment: Thor: The Dark World (2013)

At one point in the Thor sequel, Loki shape-shifts into Captain America, with Chris Evans making a cameo, while he and his brother escape Asgard. However, there's a version of that scene in which Hiddleston actually puts on the star-spangled hero's costumes himself. "[That] was a very strange and surreal moment, nevertheless enjoyable. So I got to feel whatever the feeling of wearing that suit [is], which is definitely a moment," Hiddleston recalls. "Then, they played that footage to Chris, and he did his best impression of me doing an impression him, and he does it brilliantly." High-praise from the God of impressions.

#Tom Hiddleston #Interview #Article #entertainment weekly #loki #loki series #Long post

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

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If someone asked you what you loved about being an Avenger, you would definitely say the people. Not even the people you save, but the other members of your team who have become your family. See, you didn’t have a family growing up, and when Tony brought you into the Avengers you had no idea that he was also bringing you into the family.

Sam, Steve, and Thor were your big brothers, always protective. Natasha and Wanda were your best friends and sisters. Tony was definitely a father figure to you as well as one of your favorite people in the world. Bruce and Vision were two very good friends that you knew you could always count on. And Scott was the funniest person on the planet and always made you laugh.

But none of them compared to Bucky. When you first joined the avengers Bucky was new too. You guys became very close friends and eventually developed a very loving relationship. He was nervous at first to ask you out because it had been so long since he dated anyone. When he was back in the 40s he was definitely a ladies man but now he was more reserved and shy, which you didn’t mind.

Before you started dating he did tell you about his first love, Dot. You knew that she was his first love and tried not to be jealous of a woman from the 40s, and you tried not to compare his love to her to his love for you. You knew he missed her, but hopefully now that he was dating you, not as much, as selfish as that sounds.

You now have been dating Bucky for 2 1/2 years, and it’s safe to say that he is the love of your life. You both moved into the same room and spend as much time together as possible when you’re not on missions. In fact you’re out with Natasha and Wanda right now getting a special gift to wear tonight with Bucky.

“What’s the occasion for this again?” Natasha asked.

“Oh nothing, just feel like making him feel special,“ you say with a wink. Both girls rolled her eyes at you and continue searching for the perfect lingerie for you to wear for him.

When you got back to the compound you walk to the common room with your new purchase super excited to show your soldier later.  you see everyone standing around staring at this big contraption that’s now in the middle of the common room. You walk up and stand next to your boyfriend staring at both the contraption and Tony who looks super excited.

“What the hell is this?“ you ask. 

Tony looks at you and see the excitement in his eyes like a kid on Christmas. “I’m not sure. I found it in the archives when I was looking for something. I thought we could all open it up together,” her says.

You look at your boyfriend who gives you a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk, “He has been like this for a half hour,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head.

“Where were you off to?” He asks, ignoring the commotion for a moment.

“Oh just picking up something for you… for me to wear… in bed.. tonight,” you say.

You see Bucky’s eyes darken as he leans closer to you, “well can’t wait to see it and rip it off of you then, Doll,” he whispers in your ear before placing his lips on yours.

You giggle as you then lean your head toward Tony and the contraption. You see Tony pressing a few buttons before some air or steam come out the top and the door opens. When the steam clears you all see there is a woman inside who appears to still be alive.

“It’s a cryogenic chamber!” Tony shouted in excitement.

Everyone stepped back to give whoever was in the chamber a few moments to awaken and come out slowly. After they clambered out you realized it was a red headed woman. You hear Bucky’s breath hitch as you all get a look at her face. Suddenly the woman looks at Bucky.

“Jamie?!” She asked.

You look at your boyfriend who is in shock looking at the woman before him. His hand around your waist falls away from you as he starts to step toward her.

“Dot? Is… is that really you?” He asks in amazement.

Suddenly your own breath hitches as you realize that your boyfriend is looking at his first love. The woman you felt you had to compare to. The one you thought he would never see again. She was now in your living room staring at Bucky in disbelief.

“I thought you were dead! How are you alive?” She asks.

“It’s a long story,Doll. One I’ll have to tell you later,” he says as he smirks at her.

She reaches out and pulls him toward her in a strong hug. Your heart slowly begins to break as you feel completely helpless, and selfish at the same time. You see all your friends, Steve included, are giving looks of sympathy.

You start taking slow steps back, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. You stumble and stop though when you see her kiss him. Your heart is officially obliterated. No way will you stand a chance next to Dot.

Bucky had his first love back. He didn’t need you anymore. You quickly turned away and leave the room: no one calls for you, letting you go. Bucky and Dot don’t even notice.

Bucky pulls away from Dot, “I’m sorry, I can’t. There is so much we need to talk about, but I can’t…”

He trails off as he finally turns toward the room and sees that you are gone. He feels terrible and steps away from Dot.

“You should go down and see Bruce. Get checked out. I’ll meet you down there. I just have to check on something first,” Bucky says.

Dot grabs his hand, “Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone,” she begs.

Steve steps up, “I’ll go with you Dot. Bucky will meet us down there,” he says.

Bucky gives his best friend a thankful smile before nodding at Dot and turning toward your shared room. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know what to think. All he knew is that he was at a crossroads where one or all of the participants will get hurt.

He was terrified.

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Chapter 2

Ok so as I said up top, I always wondered what would happen if Bucky’s 40s gf came back while he was dating someone else. I feel for both reader and Bucky in this situation because this is a tough situation. Looking forward to writing it! Feedback is appreciated!

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