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tex-treasure-chamber · 1 month

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Tex stared down at the caller I.D. on her phone, heart heavy. This was inevitable- of course Steve would call her. Would want to talk about what happened- about what he did. Maybe even apologize. She picked up on the last ring.

"Hey there-"

"Can I help you?" She asks.

"Yes, actually," Steve says, "I'd like to meet up and talk. I think one's due, don't you?"

"News flash, Steve, we're doing that right now." She quips but her tone is hard. He pauses on the other end of the line.

"You know what I meant- face to face. Please? I like doing things the old fashioned way, you know that."

"You do have a proclivity for clinging to the past, I'll give you that." It's out of her mouth before she can think to hold it in, anger churning and curling around itself over and over again like a hagfish.

"Tex, please-"

She forces herself to soften her tone. "Where? When? I have a schedule and I can't change it."

"Central Park, tomorrow, 3 pm?"

"Fine. Bye."

"See you then." He says.

She didn't ask for a spot because she already knew where to find him. They'd picnick'd here, shared kisses and fed the birds, drawn together on this bench under the old oak tree and there he is, looking like his age for once. She's early, but even still, he's beat her to it.

"Howdy." She says. It rings hollow in her own ears.

"Hello," Steve says back, "would you care to have a seat?"

"Not really."

He moves to stand up and she huffs before sitting down next to him.

"Thank you." He says, trying to meet her eyes but she won't look at him.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I hear you're going up into space," He says after a beat, fiddling with his hands, "you always said you wanted to do that one day."

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" She asks carefully, "because yes, you're right, I am. Although, I could've told you that, ya know, over the phone. But that's not why you wanted to meet up, is it?"

"No, no it's not." Steve says, and she can feel those eyes burn a hole so fierce into the side of her face that Summers would be proud.

She sighs, tired. "What did you want to talk about, Steve?"

"I.. I wanted to apologize."

She finally looks at him, and when she does, she sees tears welling up in the old man's eyes. She doesn't need to let down her walls to know they're genuine and she turns away, angry at him, and at herself- she can't bear to see an old man cry, even if he was young just weeks before.

That mental image of him, young, and hers, was dead now anyway. She mourned him. She was still mourning him, and talking to him now wasn't helping, especially with him crying as if he had a reason to when it was her, /her/ who walked away so thoughtlessly spurned. How dare he cry, like he had a reason to.

"Okay," she says, voice shaking.

"I'm sorry."

She watches the words form around his lips, his eyes still shiny with unshed tears, and she clenches her jaw.

"For what, exactly? For abandoning Bucky when you promised him come hell or high water y'all would be in it till the end of the line? For leaving the already broken remains of what's left of the Avengers? Or for abandoning me, for Peggy? " She asks, ashamed to ask and yet...

Not enough to feel sorry for asking. She's fully aware she's being cruel, warring with herself, but her bitterness is strong and so I her anger and she can't stop either of those from leeching into her words.

If he's going to apologize, she thinks, she's going to damn well hear exactly what he's apologizing for.

She stares at him until he looks away and watches him clench his fist several times.

"I've already talked to Buck," he says, voice firm.

"Good on you." She says before she can help it.

"-and the rest of the Avengers can and will manage without me. To be frank, there's nothing much left anyway and I believe you already know that. You are going to space, after all."

'And you're dying' she thinks, but she wisely doesn't voice it. "So what? You're here to apologize about Peggy?"

Something flashes in his eyes. Something raw and potent. Something she'd only ever seen when that name got brought up. Before he can say anything, she barks out a bitter laugh.

"I didn't think so," she says, "and I wouldn't want you to- at least, not apologize for that. So um, what are you apologizing for exactly, when there's noth-"

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

And. Well. She hadn't- no, no, she /had/ expected it. Steve wasn't a monster, he was just extremely self-centered when it actually mattered.

"When did you know you were going to stay?" She asks.

"When... When I saw her." He says softly, fingers now twisting the wedding band. She pretends not to notice.

His words soothe and inflame all at once.

"Ah." A beat. "So it wasn't premeditated?"

"No, no of course not- I saw her and-"

"When did you stop loving me?" She asks.

"I didn't-"

"Bullshit."

"If you would just let me finish," he says, eyeing her as if he wants to scold her but she merely raises a brow. For a second, she thinks of Tony, how he used to encourage her to swear, and her heart shatters all over again for a moment.

"Sorry," she says without prompting, although she isn't and she knows that he knows.

"I just...I loved you, Tex. And I love- loved her," he sounds pained beyond measure and for the first time since sitting down with him she feels the inkling to comfort him but she's still angry- he got the rest of his life with Peggy. What did she get? Nothing but betrayal. She was nothing more than second best to Steve, nothing more than an ill-fitting replacement for Peggy.

He got the time to enjoy a full life with Peggy, and grieve her, and while she understood that he would still grieve her, it doesn't mean she can use that to squash the bile rising in her throat at the mere thought of what could've been. She hates herself for it. Hates how selfish he's made her feel, hates him, in that moment, and yet the urge to comfort still lingers and so she blames it on her Mutation and keeps her mouth and the mental channel between her and him, firmly shut.

There's that, and the fact that he's still talking.

"And, I knew the moment I decided to stay, that I was going to hurt you."

"Yet you did it anyway." She sounds tired even to her own ears.

"I, please believe me, I didn't want to. You're important to me, you always have been," she flinches but he doesn't stop, "but I knew I'd live the rest of my life waiting for this moment- the opportunity to go back, to have that second chance with her. If it hadn't happened..." He took a deep breath, "While I don't regret what I've done, I do regret hurting you."

"Yeah, well. It is what it is, isn't it?" She says, offering a brittle smile, "At least you got your happily ever after."

"Tex-" his tone is a warning but she's not sure what he's planning to do exactly with brittle bones and papery skin.

"You did, didn't you?" She interjects.

"Yes, I did, but-"

"I'm glad for you, Steve." She says softly, and damn if that doesn't hurt to say, but she means it- or at least she wants to mean it badly enough that it sounds genuine when it comes out of her mouth.

The look on his face only confirms that too; he's visibly shocked- just as shocked as she is, and his blue eyes are once again welling up with tears and she watches, rooted to her spot, as fat, rolling tears stream down his age worn face.

"I'm sorry." He says again, brokenly, almost a sob, as he reaches a slightly shaking hand up to wipe away his own tears.

"I know." She says, reaching into her jacket pocket to produce a couple fresh napkins. When he sees them, he lets out a watery laugh.

"Did you bring those for me, or for you?" He asks.

"Doesn't matter, does it?" She asks, carefully and slowly stretching out her hand to dab away what tears remain on his cheeks. He's still crying but she can see the soldier in him rising up. "They're not going to waste, regardless."

When she's done, he gently grabs her wrist and she lets him. "Why?" He asks, taking the tissues from her before letting go.

"Why what?"

"Why are you. Well." He sighs, posture straight, face dry, and ah, the soldier has indeed taken over. "Why are you being nice to me still?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I don't like to see old men cry?"

"Yes but-"

"Because I still love you," she hissed, not bothering to hide the bitterness and pain from her words, "because unlike you, I didn't get a lifetime to process what you did to me, and I don't know, I'm still an Empath, and maybe that's to blame."

"Or maybe," he says, "It's because you're you."

He's looking at her with an all too familiar knowing smile, one that doesn't fit yet completely belongs under the age spots and wrinkles. His eyes still shine like they used to. She frowns and he drops it.

"Tex," he says, "I'm sorry I hurt you."

Before she can tell him anything, he puts his hand up.

"And," he adds, "I don't expect your forgiveness."

Something in her chest sinks. "You. You don't?"

"No." He says firmly. "No I don't. Not because I don't believe you have it within you to forgive me, but because I know I don't-"

"Shut up!" She exclaims, nails digging into her denim clad thigh, "you don't get to make that call for me."

"Please stop, then." He says, gesturing to her hands.

"You don't get to ask me to stop either." She says, but she does anyway.

"What I meant to say," Steve murmurs after a moment of silence, "was I understand you're angry, and I know you're justified to feel this way."

He pauses for an inevitable outburst but she holds her tongue. When he sees she won't, he continues,

"And if you never find it within you to forgive me, I'll understand. If you want to never see me again, or talk to me again, I'll understand."

"Steve-"

"You're going up in a few weeks," he continues, tapping his bag before reaching in and pulling out a book, "and before you go, I'd like you to have this. I've uh, I've held onto it for long enough."

She knows exactly what it is the moment she lays eyes on it and she almost doesn't take it but his hand is shaking so she does.

"What's in it?" She says softly.

"You." He says simply, "it's all you, and the other Avengers, but mostly you. My memories of moments that I... well. I had been planning on capturing it all down and I finally had the- had the time to do so."

She can feel tears threatening to spill forth from her own eyes and she holds it to her chest.

"Steve, I.. I don't- I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you for what you did to me." She says, daring to meet his eyes. They're full of understanding, and sorrow, and they're blurry and she blinks hard.

"I know," he says gently, "And like I said, I don't expect you to."

"Some part of me hates you, you know."

"I understand that too." He looks like he wants to say more but seems to think better of it and she's not sure whether to be grateful or not.

"I don't, I don't know if I'll- if I'll," she's choking on sobs now, and that's it, she has to get a hold of herself but the words rush out before she can contain them.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to love someone again."

Steve's hand twitches but he keeps it in his lap and she's immensely grateful.

"You will." Steve says firmly.

"How can you be so sure?" She demands, pulling more tissues out of her jacket to fiercely dab her face.

"Because," he says slowly, catching her gaze and making her hold it, "you're you."

"Please-"

"And because you're you," he says, "I know you will. It's just.." he pauses, sighs sadly, "it's just, it was never supposed to be me. I was never to hold your heart, and, I think deep down, you knew that you were never supposed to hold mine."

She barks out an ugly laugh and opens her mouth but Steve continues so quietly, and so softly, that she listens.

"Even still, you held my hand. May I ask, selfishly, one last thing of you? Would you please hold my hand now? Only for a couple minutes, and let me say, one more time, that I'm sorry? With not just words, but with my own feelings?"

'No' she thinks.

"Okay." She says.

He nods, eyes shining again, and rests his hand in between them. With a sigh, she takes it and lets down her mental shields. She's learned to read emotions passively and not just actively, and relies on that as she tentatively allows him to take her hand in his.

Sorrow courses through her mind, sorrow and grief steeped until potent with age. If she weren't working so hard to keep the emotions at a distance within her mind, she would've screamed with it.

"I'm sorry." He says, and she's not sure if he's apologizing for hurting her now or before. He squeezes her fingers gently. His eyes are closed.

"I know." She says, too afraid to squeeze back but she does, if only a little. "I know you are. I knew before you offered your hand."

"Because you're an Empath?"

"No." She says, trembling, "Because you're you."

Relief and sparkling joy filter through from him, effervescent and explosive, and with that emotional transference, Tex puts up her walls silently, without warning, and just allows him to hold her hand for a while longer.

She briefly wonders what they might look like to strangers, an old, old man and a young woman such as herself. Maybe they see a Grandfather and his Granddaughter.

The thought hurts more than it humors.

Finally, he lets go and she in turn lets him. He's got tears in his eyes once again, but they're grateful and gone before they can fall.

"Thank you," he says, before slowly getting up off the bench and she follows suit.

"Thank you too." She says, and this time, she knows for certain she means it. Her heart breaks still, looking at him, but she's grateful. Her anger, the red tide that it is, has receded, replacing in it's wake an emotion she's not completely sure of but it settles in her chest, heavy but not suffocating.

"Will I see you? Before you leave?" Steve asks.

"If you come to see me off." Tex replies, sticking the sketchbook under her arm.

"Then I'll see you." He says, leaning in and she lets him kiss her cheek. "Until then."

She nods. "Until then."

As she watches him semi-walk, semi-shuffle away, the heaviness in her chest lightens. She's still not sure what it is, but it's there to stay, she knows that much. When he disappears from sight, she realizes that she's not upset about it. It'll go away when it's time, just like she will, in a couple weeks.

Until then, she has other people to see.

She goes back to Xavier's mansion, sees Storm and Logan and the others. Storm holds her close and tells her she's loved, that she will always have a place back at the mansion if she wants it. Logan seethes in absolute, quiet rage for her. His anger wraps around her, envelopes her but doesn't suffocate- instead, it soothes like a blanket against the cold emptiness Steve's left behind. She was wronged. She was hurt. She didn't deserve it. Tex knows she's going to have to cling to this to heal, and privately, she thanks him.

Steve indeed shows up to see her off into space.

She forgives him before she walks into that space ship. She spent weeks over this, over learning to let go of him, and what he did, and she knows she isn't going to take Steve with her to the Stars. No way. Absolutely not. The only thing related to her past that is coming with her is Thor. Everyone else in the Avengers team is either dead or have started a new chapter in their own lives. Standing next to Thor, knowing at least he will remain to take the next step with her, comforts her beyond what words can describe. He's one of her few remaining best friends- she wouldn't want anyone else to go with her into the future.

She forgives Steve. Truly. She opens the emotional connection between them one last time so he can feel it. He cries again and she holds him, shutting the door to her heart one last time to him. It won't open again. Thor takes a moment to shake Steve's hand, smile more of a grimace as his eyes keep traveling back to Tex. They exchange quiet words she can't hear.

Thor holds her hand as the ship goes up, as Steve becomes nothing more than a small dot, squeezing it gently with a delicacy that belies his immense strength.

The Guardians are quiet if not friendly, sensing there's something painful in the air around her and she's not sure if they're all just observant or if she's accidentally leaking emotion. Tex watches the Earth disappear. She's forgiven Steve. Now it's time for her to find forgiveness for herself. Perhaps she'll find it amongst the stars. Thor's own grief resonates with hers, and she hopes that when she does find forgiveness for herself, that he'll let her share it with him, help him let go. Until then, they've a whole universe to explore and the relief they're searching for is out there, waiting to be discovered.

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willchild · 6 months

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There's an inherent beauty to growing old.

Not "getting" old. You do not "get old".

Age is not a product you can buy off the shelf. What you are thinking about is the stalling of age.

But age comes regardless.

Yearly, the amalgamation of months worth of growth culminates into a singular, brilliant moment as the exact day and hour and minute of the anniversary when you inhaled your first true breaths, when you breathed in the oxygen of the universe set aside specifically for you and you accepted it.

It is a gift. One that is not given to the Self by the Self.

You cannot get it. You must wait. Be patient.

Be proactive in ensuring you take care of yourself adequately enough to withstand the wait.

Take care of yourself so that you can grow into the next year of your life.

One year after the other. Growing little by little, the layers that comprise your unique existence. Taking your past and adding the present in small yet important layers as the future smiles and watches.

There's an inherent beauty to growing old.

#growing up #growing old #age #tex talks #tex writes #birthday #celebration #hope #hope for the future #things to look forward to

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lostmoonofjupiter · 1 year

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You're a brilliant, warm shoreline

And I'm the cool, restless tide longing to rush into you

Slip into your mind like saltwater into tiny crevices of sand

Receeding last minute, terrified of crashing into stoic seawalls

#tex writes #angst poetry

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sweetface-the-dollbaby · 1 year

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The librarian lady writes me my hall pass

“What’s your name sweetie?” She asks “[deadname]” I say to her

she hands me the pass

I walk out the library door

victory

it’s finally over

#Tex writes #I finished my state testing:0)

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mrpsychokiller · 4 months

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tex red vs blue is insanely transgender but im the only one who sees it that way because im crazy in the head.

what if there was a past version of yourself. a woman, a wife, a mother, with long hair and a sweet smile. and she died long ago. and you are her. but you are not her. you're nothing like her, but the people who knew her desperately want you to be her, want to preserve the memory they have in their minds of the woman they loved through you. but you never asked to be her, never asked to carry the burden of someone else's expectation of who or what you should be. you have a new name. you prefer to go by this one. people remark on how weird it is that it's a guy's name. sometimes the people who loved [the past version of] you call you by your old name. they are not referring to you when they say it. you live in the shadows of someone who's long gone, and you're something different now, but you don't feel like you're ever allowed to define yourself on your own terms, to be your own person, to control your own life, because you exist solely through the memories people had of you. and the longer she has been gone for, the more desperately people try to get her back, the less you resemble her and the less you know who you are, or if you ever even got to be anything at all. what i mean is that transition could have saved him

#🧃#rvb #red vs blue #DONT ask me why i got up in a cold sweat at 7 am with thoughts on tex red vs blue. i miss her so bad #anyways i do think if anyone in rvb could ever be actually trans coded (which nobody is because theyre created by fucking rooster teeth)#its gotta be tex #but because i know a trans subtext couldnt ever possibly be intentional i also think tex is a fascinating subject on the #''dead wife'' trope and the way stories like this treat female characters #and how tex's existence somehow seems surprisingly self aware as she actively rejects being the Dead Wife #and its brought to attention how existing solely as the angst memories men had of their dead wives #actively denies her of agency as a person inside the narrative #but also more generally denies dead wife characters agency in any narrative theyre written on #tex's struggles as a character inside her narrative are also the struggles of fridged/killed off female characters outside their narratives #on a meta textual level by being written by men in male centered stories who dont allow the women they write to exist as people #tex is a fascinating character and i am fucking furious she exists in a that stupid ass show. ill save you girl. ill take you out of there

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fischiee · 7 months

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look ive been getting so caught up in the misogyny of tex but i am always thinking about the scene where church forgets her bc like

the world is already ending. church is 100% positive both he and tex are going to die in there and he is fully prepared for that moment. and so the moment of him forgetting her isn’t actually him erasing her from the narrative or killing her himself to break the cycle or anything like that.

it’s him promising to let her go. to stop bringing her back. to finally let her stay dead and stop dragging her back to a world she doesn’t actually belong in. he’s finally returning her agency to her, by letting the ghost that he has resurrected time and time again finally rest.

#these two…#constantly torn between the fact that she was just an extension of him and how horrible that is #and also how she and him were so in love and deserved to be able to retire together and spend the rest of their lives bickering and in love #augh too many thoughts too many thoughts i could literally write an essay analyzing them and their story i can’t handle it #they were made for each other (they made each other)#rvb #red vs blue #rvb church #rvb tex #rvb chex

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lunatiqez · 9 months

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“PICNIC DATES” — Texas McCormick

PAIRING: Texas McCormick x GN!Reader

GENRE: Romance

SUMMARY: Texas decides that your first date should be a picnic date.

WORDCOUNT: 1.8k

A/N: I LOVE TEXAS MCCORMICK!!!! I will say though,, don’t rlly like this fic tbh. Anywho!! Requested by @mictodii and proofread by @lu-vin-it !!

YOU AND TEX HAD BEEN DATING FOR A month. And, this being Tex’s first relationship, he didn’t want to screw anything up. He wanted everything to go perfectly, especially dates.

“Mace, me and Y/N been dating for a month! Can you believe that? One whole month!” Texas exclaims to his brother, his crooked smile showing how proud he was. Mason doesn’t pay much attention, instead he continues on reading the newspaper.

“Yeah? You take ‘em on a date?” He asks.

“A date? Of—“ Tex thinks for a second. “Of course I took them on a date already, c'mon man!”

In reality? Texas McCormick had never taken you on a date, not yet at least. It hadn’t even crossed his mind until then.

“You ain’t a very good liar, Tex.” Mason looks up at his younger brother, a smirk plasterer across his face.

“What’re you talkin’ about? I’ve taken Y/N on a date! Why don’t you believe me?” He pouts slightly.

“Well first off, if you did already you didn’t tell me, and I know you woulda told by now. You’re head over heels for Y/N, so if anything, you’d be braggin’ about it.”

Tex looks away, embarrassed. Mace goes back to reading nonchalantly.

“Well, well just watch! I’ll take them on a date!” Texas says as he stomps off to his room.

The next day, Tex walked up to you in the hallways at school and started a conversation, as always.

“Say, Y/N.” He says after you move on from your most recent topic.

“Yeah? Everything okay?” You ask him.

“How ‘bout we go on a date tonight, huh? For our one month?” He suggests. You smile widely.

“Of course we can! Whatdya wanna do?”

“Uhh,” he thinks for a moment, nervously rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Let’s go on a picnic! Down at that meadow, a little ways away from my house.” You nod and set a specific time— tonight at 8PM.

“Am I bringing the food, or are you?” You ask.

“I could, but—“

“I’ll bring it.” You interrupt him, already knowing that he's going to make up an excuse as to why he can’t bring the food.

“Wha- no, I will! I can do it!” You chuckle in response.

“Alright, but I’m bringing at least somethin’” you say. It was mostly so you don’t feel bad that Tex had to provide everything.

After you finished your painfully boring day at school, you went home. By then, it was about 3:30PM; you had 4 hours and 30 minutes.

Your mom came out of her room, so you decided to ask her now before it was too late.

“Hey, mom!” You said, catching her attention. She looked at you, wondering what was the matter. “Can I go out with Tex tonight? Like, at 8? He wants to take me to a picnic.” She placed her hands on her hips and sighed.

“We won’t be back late, I promise! ‘N dad won’t have to take care of Banjo at all this week, I’ll do it all myself!” You said, trying to convince your mother to let you go.

“You’re supposed to be doin’ that already. She’s your horse.” You shrunk slightly.

There was an awkward silence until your mom broke it by sighing once more.

“Go ahead, but if you ain’t in this house by 10 I’m havin’ your father lock you out, you’ll sleep on the porch.” She rolled her eyes. You chuckled at her remark.

You let a few hours pass, and by now it was 6:30. You decided that you would get ready now, because you wanted to look and feel your best for your first date with your boyfriend. Suddenly, you got an idea to make cookies for Tex.

Cookies were his all time favorite food. Sometimes, you think he loved them more than he loved you. He would always go on about how much he craved cookies, and how his favorite cookies were chocolate chip. So that’s what you made.

You got all of your ingredients in order and began to make the dough. After that was done, you rolled them into small balls and placed them on a sheet. By now, it was getting close to 7, so you popped the cookies in the oven, set the timer for 20 minutes, and went to go get ready.

You hopped in the shower, making sure you used your best smelling body wash. After about 10 minutes, you got out and went to get dressed.

You took a while deciding on what to wear, but ultimately decided on your nicest pair of riding jeans, a navy blue button up, and Tex’s denim jacket that you stole from him a while back.

After you were done, you went to the kitchen and, right on time, the kitchen timer dinged— indicating that the cookies were done baking.

You grabbed an oven mitt and put it on, pulling the cookie sheet out.

The cookies looked delicious. They were a perfect golden brown, and not too hard, but also not too mushy. You smiled proudly and set them on the counter to cool off.

You threw the mitt on the counter next to the cookies and turned the oven off.

Then, you found a wicker basket. After another 10 minutes, the cookies were cooled off and ready to be eaten. So, you took a spatula and after getting them off the cookie sheet, you placed them delicately on a plate from your cupboard and then put the plate in the basket, leaving it on the counter and going to get Banjo ready.

You rushed out to the stable, excited to see your horse.

“Hey, Banjo!” You greeted the animal. She neighed in response.

After giving her some praise, you began to get her ready. You placed her saddle on her and tightened it around her stomach.

“Ready to go see your boyfriend, huh?” You asked her, chuckling at your joke. “Yeah, me too.”

After getting your horse saddled up, you went back inside to grab the basket. Before heading out the door, you grabbed a handful of carrots from your fridge and tossed them in your basket as well.

You went to the stables again, basket in hand, and balanced the food carefully on a thick fence, jumping up onto Banjo. You had her walk to the fence where the food was sitting and grabbed it, holding onto it carefully.

It was getting pretty close to 8, so you had Banjo hurry to Tex’s house, it only being a little ways from your house— since you both had horses, you both had to live out of town, making you essentially faraway neighbors.

Banjo trotted to Tex’s house, making it annoying to hold the basket still.

“You’re so stubborn, Banjo, can’t you just hold still?” You asked her as if she knew what you were saying.

Before you knew it, it was 7:58 and you were entering Tex’s yard. Mace was on the porch talking with Lem, Banjo walked up past the cars and you stopped her.

“Hey, Mace!” You said to him. He stopped his conversation with Lem and stood up to talk to you.

“Hey, Y/N, been a while huh?” He asked you.

“Mhm! Is Tex here?”

“Oooh shit!” Lem said. “Tex got someone? Huh?” You giggled.

“Uh huh,” you said as you subconsciously pet your horse.

“I don’t think we ever met,” Lem says as he walks over to you. “I’m Lem— one of Tex and Mace’s buddies. Bet you already figured that though, huh?” You smiled and nodded.

“I’m Y/N! Y/N Y/L/N.” You introduced yourself. Mason then informed you that Tex was getting Rowdy ready to go right now.

You went out to the back and shouted for your boyfriend.

He then came out of the dark stable on Rowdy, a basket in hand just like you.

“Hey, babe.” He said, his smile widening. “Was gettin’ scared, I didn’t think you’d show up.” You scoffed.

“You really think that low of me, Texas McCormmick?” You asked

“Well, no, I just— Y’know, it was getting near 8! I just thought you forgot or somethin’.” Tex rambled off, making you laugh.

“Let’s go, you got a blanket?” You asked him.”

“Uh huh.”

With that, you said your goodbyes to Lem and Mace and went off to a nearby meadow. On your ride there, Tex took notice of your basket.

“What’s in there?” He asked you, pointing to it.

“Surprise.” You smirked at him. He scoffed.

When you reached your destination, it was nice and quiet, the only sounds being a stream of water and crickets chirping.

The two of you hopped off your horses and Tex laid the quilt out on the ground, making sure it was perfect. To your surprise, he also pulled out 2 candles and a lighter. You giggled when you saw them.

“What??” He asked innocently. “It’s gonna get dark out, we need them!”

When he lit the candles, you sat down with him.

“Did you bring food?” You asked him.

“Course I did, see?” Tex showed you the food he brought.

Grapes, potato chips, and sliced apples. You laughed aloud at the assortment of food. Tex furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s so funny??” He asked you, confused.

“Nothin, nothin.” You said as you stopped laughing and pulled your basket near you.

“I made us cookies!” Tex’s face lit up and he smiled wider than ever.

“Hell yea! I love cookies!” He cheered as he dug through the basket, throwing the carrots aside.

“Oh yeah, those are for Rowdy and Banjo.”

Tex immediately dug into the cookies, taking about 3 at a time.

“Hey, hey!” You shouted at him. “Geez, save some for me!” He laughed as he bit into his first sweet.

“These are real good, Y/N. Thanks for bringin ‘em.” He thanked you as he laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. You mirrored him so that you were facing each other.

“Tex, what made you think of a picnic, out of all things?” You asked out of genuine curiosity.

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “I just thought it would be somethin’ you liked. And of course we had to bring Rowdy and Banjo along.” Texas motioned to the horses as they grazed next to the two of you.

“I see.” You then changed your position so you were laying flat on your back and looking at the stars. Tex followed your eyes and that brought him to the sky, aswell.

“Stars are nice and bright out, huh? No clouds.” He commented. You nodded in silence.

Tex then brought himself to lay with you, placing his head gently on your stomach. You instinctively grabbed his hair and began playing with it. It was nice and silky, his hair was one of your many favorite things about him.

There was a moment of silence before Texas asked you, “How’s this for a first date? Did we do good?”

“I love it, Tex.” You responded softly. “You did good. I love you.” Texas chuckled.

“A lot of people do.” You flicked the side of his head.

“Ow! Cut that out!”

#tex 1982 #tex movie #tex #Texas McCormick #Texas McCormick 1982 #Texas McCormick x reader #Texas McCormick x you #Texas McCormick x y/n #Matt Dillon #Matt Dillon 1982 #Matt Dillon tex #Matt Dillon x reader #Matt Dillon x you #Matt Dillon x y/n #📝 — liv’s requests ★.#📂 — liv’s writings ★.

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corvus--rex · 8 months

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Less of a full fic, more of a rough sketch of a concept.

Been thinking about a modern au where Tex & Krolia never married. They come to a point when Keith is 7 where their romantic relationship has come to its natural end but they're still best friends and want to raise Keith together so the farthest Tex moves is a different bedroom.

A few months later he starts dating the divorced mom of an 11yo boy at the same time as Krolia goes on a business trip where she meets a young widow with a 6yo daughter.

Tex & Krolia refuse to leave Keith behind to bounce between them, so they stay in the house, moving their new partners in with them. It's a bit of an adjustment, but the kids all get along and are acting like siblings in no time.

These are the relationships Tex & Krolia know will last, and a few months before their double wedding, they and their fiancees sit down with a lawyer, formally adopting each other's kids and signing co-parenting agreements. Shiro, Keith, and Romelle do not understand why they need to have some paper telling them they're siblings when it's something they already know.

Years later, when Lance tries to warn Keith about his own family, Keith just remind him that he grew up with two siblings and four parents, how bad could it be?

#Keith. Deserves. A. Giant. Loving. Family.#my writing #threadfic import #keith kogane #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #romelle #krolia #krolia's bi btw #and so is romelle's mom #tex kogane #broganes #keith x lance #klance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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peachybutch · 6 months

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It still makes me think, you know? Tex kidnapping Junior. that moment when Church is just completely taken aback- Why? Why are you doing this? Why is this so important to you?

Texas?

Why does she do it?

Is she still stuck there? Is there still a part of her--a part of church, a part that he forgot, maybe, a part of the director, copied twice, thrice over, scratched into the inside of the skull of a dead woman

Remember what we're fighting for. Remember that we are fighting. Never forget what she died for. She died for this. She died doing this.

Why did Allison do it at all?

Why does Tex do it--do this?

Does she think about the consequences of her decisions? Does she think about what she's going to do as soon as she leaves blood gulch? Does she care about the war at all?

What does Tex hope to accomplish?

This is what's important.

Church, Alpha, the person she used to be a part of, the person she is still a part of, implicitly, if you think about it, wants her to stay, doesn't understand why she does what she does-

Is it because no one expects her to?

Is it because it's a decision that only she can make?

Is it because being the hero that ends the war is the furthest from Allison Church that Tex can ever get?

Why does she do it?

Who stands to gain? What does she expect to happen after?

I want to know why she does it, but I also want to know why it makes complete and total sense.

Is it because Tex is always the first one to leave? Is it because this is the last thing she owes to- who does she owe it to? To Allison? To Carolina? Did Carolina die for this? How many people died for this?

Is this the thing that they died for, in the first place? Or is it just the excuse they made?

You kidnap a child, you abandon the only people that matter to you, you disappear without a trace.

Why? What is it?

Texas?

#rvb #red vs blue #agent texas #tex rvb #things that should probably be a longer piece but that i dont intend to write #so its just this #this is a stupid story beat i am ascribing too much meaning to #i will forever be angry about how they treated the love of my life agent texas

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hermitcraft-8 · 6 months

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trick or treat! And um. “In the kitchen” and tmnt12 raph

Raph really did not have much experience in the area of cooking, considering he grew up eating algae and mud, but he was honestly starting to think that he wasn't as bad at it as he thought initially.

"This is... soup, you said?" Leo asked, stirring his bowlful dubiously. "What's in it?"

"Chicken, carrots, celery. The whole shebang."

"And you followed a recipe... right?" Donnie prodded.

"Yeah, yeah, sure."

Mikey shrugged, taking a big slurp of soup and gulping. "Dude! That's actually super good!"

Raph preened, but neither of the others looked convinced. Finally, Donnie took a little sip and paused, before setting his bowl down hard, his face scrunched up. "I think we'll stick to pizza tonight."

Leo nodded, pushing his own untouched bowl away. Raph and Mikey exchanged looks before shrugging and going back to their dinner.

More for them.

#tex writes #2012 raph #2012 leo #2012 mikey #2012 donnie

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tex-treasure-chamber · 1 month

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Auntie Bridie's shrewd eyes darted to Jim. "Séamus." She greeted coolly. "Didn't know you were in town. Just come in from Dublin, have you?"

"Aye," Jim lied.

Auntie Bridie turned her piercing stare to Tex, taking in the sight of her hand in Jim's. "And who are you?"

Tex cleared their throat. They offered their hand with a shy smile on her face. "Howdy! I'm Tex Sonata; I've been living with Mr. and Mrs. Quinn, living with them while I attend the local university." she drawled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am."

Auntie Bridie's sour expression melted and much to everyone's surprise, she smiled as she took Tex's hand. "Just call me Auntie Bridie," she replied warmly, happy to speak to anyone that wasn't Joe's girls, "how's Derry been treating you?"

Tex's shy smile morphed into something sweet as they thoughtlessly squeezed Jim's hand. "It's been mighty nice, Auntie Bridie. I'm really happy to be here."

Auntie Bridie spared Jim a knowing smirk. "Aye, I'm glad to hear that."

"So, Eamonn, any craic with you?" Aunt Mary asked, taking pity on Jim. "You seeing anyone? Should I maybe buy myself a new hat?"

"Aye sure Mary, that thing does nothing for you." Aunt Sarah muttered.

"Eamonn isn't seeing anyone." Auntie Bridie answered before Eamonn could.

"Is that a feeling, Bridie? Or an instruction?" Uncle Jerry quipped.

Tex cleared their throat loudly in the tense silence that followed and, ready to split before he made things worse by laughing, Jim tugged them along toward the drinks table to let the adults bicker like wains and as soon as they each had a glass of champagne, they set off to find the actual wains whispering amongst each other.

"What're we whispering about?" Jim asked, grinning ear to ear.

Orla brightened. "Dru-"

"Just talking about goss from school," Michelle interrupted, shooting Orla a glare.

Tex laughed softly. "Go on then," they drawled, giving Jim's hand a soft squeeze, "give us the 411."

#tex writes #depending on your persuasion • derry girls #really leaning into that whole bridie was always laughing and joyous when not talking with Joe & co.#king of my heart • moriarty

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willchild · 1 year

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"You're yellow."

"Like Van Gogh yellow?"

"I don't know who that is."

"That's alright. What kind of yellow am I, then?"

"You're the dandelions poking through the sidewalk yellow. Hit the gas to go faster so you don't miss the light, yellow. Cold lemonade on a hot day yellow. Would you like me to continue?"

"No, no I... thank you."

"Anytime."

#tex writes #dialogue prompt #writing #i keep seeing van gogh yellow and stars i love him but idk idk!!! i wanted to think of other kinds of yellow

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lostmoonofjupiter · 1 year

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I am not a "woman" nor am I a "man".

I am the taste of clover honey on sweet buttered toast, of cinnamon and nutmeg in rich hot chocolate.

I am the vibrant, raised brushstrokes on an incomplete canvas.

I am the trillions of burning, burning stars racing light-years and against time just to greet the earth with a friendly, knowing wink.

I am quiet shadow and forgiving fog and unfettered smoke; I am curling steam rising up, up, up from a perfect cup of tea.

I am the delighted ruffle of bird feathers as they preen, the colors of their plumage as they take flight.

I am the song of the sea as it churns and rolls and stretches on forever and ever and ever.

I am the sprouts bursting forth from the rich earth, stretching up with fervor, my face always pointed towards the sun.

I am the glinting, sharp teeth of a wild predator and the big, watchful eyes of prey.

I am the glimmer of serpent scales and retractable claws hidden under soft fur.

I am the lost moon of jupiter, undiscovered but there, and only time will tell if I will find my Galileo or if I will remain a mystery forevermore.

I am every single act of rebellion for a cause that promotes equality and fairness.

I am each justified but withheld comment hidden away under the tongue to promote self-preservation.

I am not "woman" nor am I "man".

I am everything I love.

#texcore #tex writes #this was self care 😭#nonbinary

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kurtle · 1 month

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look all I'm saying is that there is still time to cast him as a murderer again

#tim heidecker #tex #us 2019 #gif #please please please hollywood write him another role like this i BEG of you i swear to god #mine

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leonardalphachurch · 5 months

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[This is a rough draft of an alternate take on Epsilon Church and Tex’s conversation in season 9 episode 19/20.]

Church: So, you decided to stay?

Tex: Yeah, guess I did.

Church: How come?

Tex: Just figured I would.

Church: First time for everything, right?

Tex: Laughs. Yeah, guess there is.

They stand in silence for a moment.

Tex: So, what now?

Church: What do you mean, what now? Now, the world ends.

Tex: Does it?

Church: Wh- yes? Have you not been paying attention? You’re the one who decided to stay.

Tex: Yeah, guess I was.

Church: Shakes his head. After all this time, I still don’t get you.

Tex: But you still wanna watch the end of the world with me.

Church: Sighs. Yeah, guess I do.

CUT SCENE.

Church: So, any final words?

Tex: Never been one for speeches. You? I know you love hearing the sound of your own voice.

Church: Laughs. I don’t think there’s enough time left for me to say what I’d wanna say.

A moment of silence.

Church: I don’t think I could ever have enough time.

Tex: Couldn’t you?

Church: What? What does that mean?

Tex: Hey, you remember what you called me? When I asked you who I was?

Church: Uhh… No? What does this have to do with—

Tex: I spent all this time, trying to figure that out. Running through these, recursions, again and again, trying to find...

Church: Wait, you remember?

Tex: Of course I remember. Who do you think I am? You spent all this time, trying to find me. I spent it trying to find… something. Someone.

Church: …Who?

Tex: Your girlfriend. That’s who you said I was. That’s all you said I was.

Church: Oh, come on, Tex, I didn’t mean it like that. That’s not all you are.

Tex: Isn’t it?

Church: Why do you keep doing that?

Tex: This whole thing is just, I run, you chase. I leave, you stay. You wanna know why I stayed this time, Church? Sighs. I’m tired, Church. I’ve been tired a long time.

They stand in silence.

Church: Well, hey, at least the world’s ending, right? Won’t have to be tired for much longer.

Tex: Is it?

Church: Will you stop that? Yes, the world is ending. Look around, Tex!

Another rumble occurs.

Church: This is it! This is the end! Can’t you just, have a nice moment with me?

Tex: As your girlfriend.

Church: That’s not what I said.

Tex: You know, I thought I’d find something important. Something deep, meaningful. Maybe even just a way out, so I could keep looking somewhere else. For a reason, a good reason, for me to exist. For something more than just… this.

Church: Tex, you’re so much more than—

Tex: I know she was. And, hell, I’d bet Tex found more for herself, too. Maybe I could’ve, if I’d been able to look for it. But I never found that exit.

Church: What are you saying, Tex?

Tex: There’s no way out of here for me, Church. And there’s never been anything for me to find. Only for you.

Church: For me to— Tex, I was looking for you, I’ve always been looking for you. And I found you.

Tex: And did you find what I am?

Church: You’re my… You’re Tex.

Tex: I’m a shadow. A ghost. A memory of a memory. I’m everything you couldn’t handle.

Church: Tex…

Tex: But you found me. And now you’ve got a choice.

Church: What?

Tex: You can stay with me, and die with world you made.

Another rumble occurs.

Tex: Or. You can finally fucking handle it.

[and then church has a speech about letting go of tex that I don’t feel like writing right now. i just know it ends with church saying “so, what now?” right before caboose bursts in.]

#rvb #red vs blue #leonard church #epsilon church #epsilon tex #this is more about concept than it is perfect wording. if i were to actually write this i think i would try to keep the sniper rifle convo-#in ep19. it’s cute. didn’t want to bother to figure out how to work it in here tho #i really do wanna finish writing this. someone please hold me to finishing writing this #chromatic writing

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