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it’s giving me flashbacks-

THEY PUT ME BACK IN THE ROOM

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My dumbass decided it was a good idea reading a 72 part Monty x reader and started FUCKING CRYING BECAUSE SANDRA FUCKING DIES AND MALLORY AND SANDRA MEETS FUCKING FOXY AND NIKO AND THEN TELL Y/N ITS NOT HER TIME AND THEN SHE GOES ON TO THE FUCKING AFTERLIFE AFTER SHE MADE ME THINK SHE DIED LIKE FIVE TIMES. ALL I WANTED WAS A MONTY X READER WITH SOME ANGST. NOT THIS MUCH. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT NOOOOOO. YOU CANT KILL MALLORYYYYYY

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You know what. Reblog this if you’re against bullying.

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no promises.

the children are staring. and my gun is somehow in my hand.

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dinnae 'urt the kids

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I feel ya man.

How come everyone on base has someone?! And I’m just 🧍

Ye dinnae talk tae people, that's why

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……I’m on the roof

what happens if I jump of the roof onto a pile beds?

-totally not hyped up on sugar, @asheswillbeburnt

don't find out

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*pulls out a gun* on it.

Someone get this bitch

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I’m sorry whAT-

don’t do it without me-

AH'M GOONA SET MAHSELF ON FECKIN FIRE🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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“Oro? Something wrong?” Jazmine frowned, reaching out a hand.

OPEN POST

You walked into the store. It was spacious but cluttered, with shelves of wooden trinkets on every wall. There was a pegboard that hung crystal ornaments on the left wall. The counter was empty, but the door behind it was open.

You walked through he door, emerging in a cluttered workshop. The smell of sawdust wafted through the air. There were wood shavings all over the floor.

You saw a boy, probably the owner, sitting at a workbench. He had earbuds in and his back was to the door. He was holding a block of wood in his hand. The wood seemed to be rippling and growing slowly, making a small figure. He seemed to be struggling with the effort.

You suddenly bumped into a table, knocking a toolbox onto the ground with a loud crash. Oro spun around, quickly setting down the wood. "What are you doing?"

@notasimpx2 @serenastark-official @miss-carter-official @leona-gaia and anyone else who wants to join!

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“See what? I-I heard Russian somewhere but that’s it.”

OPEN POST

You walked into the store. It was spacious but cluttered, with shelves of wooden trinkets on every wall. There was a pegboard that hung crystal ornaments on the left wall. The counter was empty, but the door behind it was open.

You walked through he door, emerging in a cluttered workshop. The smell of sawdust wafted through the air. There were wood shavings all over the floor.

You saw a boy, probably the owner, sitting at a workbench. He had earbuds in and his back was to the door. He was holding a block of wood in his hand. The wood seemed to be rippling and growing slowly, making a small figure. He seemed to be struggling with the effort.

You suddenly bumped into a table, knocking a toolbox onto the ground with a loud crash. Oro spun around, quickly setting down the wood. "What are you doing?"

@notasimpx2 @serenastark-official @miss-carter-official @leona-gaia and anyone else who wants to join!

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Ashley sat up, and started to dig through a pocket on her leg. “Where is the damn tourniquet when I need it…..” She muttered.

She gave up, looking at Bucky. Her eyes flickered to his metal arm, but decided not to say anything in case it’s sensitive. “Apparently my team thought this was some kind of enemy base, so they dropped me off here. Though I might recruit a ginger back there, she can kick ass.” She tried to stand up, stumbling again.

The sound of blood dripping and a gun being removed from its holster was the only sound in the office, though it seemed like nobody was there, except for you. Until a tall ginger stepped out of the shadows, her gun raised. It looked like Jazmine, but Jazmine didn’t have military gear on, and she had a different mask when she was in Hydra.

The gun was pointed directly at you, the blood dripping even more, though she didn’t pay any attention to it.

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I finally got it outtttt lmao

TW: BL**D

Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he took a cautious step forward, his metal hand slightly raised, not in surrender, but in measured control.

"Jazmine?" His voice was low, gruff, laced with uncertainty. His breathing was steady, but his heart pounded against his ribs. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t her. Not the way he remembered.

His eyes flickered to the blood pooling on the floor. He could smell it—fresh. Someone was hurt. Maybe worse.

"I don’t want to fight you." His tone was firm, even. A statement, not a plea. The way she stood, the weight of the gun in her hand, it was familiar—too familiar. He had been there before. He had been her before.

But he wouldn’t let her go down that road. Not if he could stop it. "Put the gun down, Jazmine. Whatever’s going on, we can fix it."

His flesh hand hovered near his own weapon, but he didn’t draw. Not yet.

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//IT WORKS NOW DW

lol okay

I had it on private sorry

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//hey did you delete your file post?? It says it doesn't exist and I need it to make your wallpaper

uhhhhh lemme see

it shouldn’t be deleted but I’ll see what happened

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“I don’t know a Jazmine, my name is…..” She hesitated, and decided to say something else. “And no, red fluid likes to come out of my veins when I’m hurt.” She said sarcastically, attempting to get up. She clenched her jaw, her muscles flexing through her shirt as she tried to hide the pain.

“My names Ashley. Ashley Grove.”

The sound of blood dripping and a gun being removed from its holster was the only sound in the office, though it seemed like nobody was there, except for you. Until a tall ginger stepped out of the shadows, her gun raised. It looked like Jazmine, but Jazmine didn’t have military gear on, and she had a different mask when she was in Hydra.

The gun was pointed directly at you, the blood dripping even more, though she didn’t pay any attention to it.

@asheswillbeburnt

I finally got it outtttt lmao

TW: BL**D

Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he took a cautious step forward, his metal hand slightly raised, not in surrender, but in measured control.

"Jazmine?" His voice was low, gruff, laced with uncertainty. His breathing was steady, but his heart pounded against his ribs. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t her. Not the way he remembered.

His eyes flickered to the blood pooling on the floor. He could smell it—fresh. Someone was hurt. Maybe worse.

"I don’t want to fight you." His tone was firm, even. A statement, not a plea. The way she stood, the weight of the gun in her hand, it was familiar—too familiar. He had been there before. He had been her before.

But he wouldn’t let her go down that road. Not if he could stop it. "Put the gun down, Jazmine. Whatever’s going on, we can fix it."

His flesh hand hovered near his own weapon, but he didn’t draw. Not yet.

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“Jazmine? Who is this, ‘Jazmine’?” The ginger asked, blowing her hair out of her eyes, revealing a burn scar around her eye. Her eyes flickered to Bucky’s metal arm, before looking at him again.

She took a step forward, before she stumbled to the ground, her gun going off. She cursed in what sounded like Irish, and stayed on the ground.

The sound of blood dripping and a gun being removed from its holster was the only sound in the office, though it seemed like nobody was there, except for you. Until a tall ginger stepped out of the shadows, her gun raised. It looked like Jazmine, but Jazmine didn’t have military gear on, and she had a different mask when she was in Hydra.

The gun was pointed directly at you, the blood dripping even more, though she didn’t pay any attention to it.

@asheswillbeburnt

I finally got it outtttt lmao

TW: BL**D

Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he took a cautious step forward, his metal hand slightly raised, not in surrender, but in measured control.

"Jazmine?" His voice was low, gruff, laced with uncertainty. His breathing was steady, but his heart pounded against his ribs. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t her. Not the way he remembered.

His eyes flickered to the blood pooling on the floor. He could smell it—fresh. Someone was hurt. Maybe worse.

"I don’t want to fight you." His tone was firm, even. A statement, not a plea. The way she stood, the weight of the gun in her hand, it was familiar—too familiar. He had been there before. He had been her before.

But he wouldn’t let her go down that road. Not if he could stop it. "Put the gun down, Jazmine. Whatever’s going on, we can fix it."

His flesh hand hovered near his own weapon, but he didn’t draw. Not yet.

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Your ask glitched :((

awww I’ll resend it

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yes yes. Though what if I put in enough sugar that it might give you diabetes?

how much tea is too much tea?

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NEVER. DRINK TEA IS LIFE