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skoulsons · 3 years ago

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hi. So I have nearly 90 drafts that have piled up over the course of about 3 or 4 months, so I guess I’ll start posting them now 😭 I haven’t really read over this or checked it and I think I wrote it at 4am, so I’m sorry if it loses any coherency

(Headcanon?? or im just down bad) but like, joel’s “if somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment, I would do it all over again” being the way he tells ellie he loves her is so incredibly profound to me. Love (WE’RE TALKING PLATONIC) isn’t a feeling. People act like it is, which is why so many people fall out of it. Love is commitment, serving, and choosing them every single day. It’s in your actions. Their entire story shows this. Even in the little things, like joel teaching her how to play guitar. But even in the greater things. Ellie keeping him alive all throughout winter. Sure, she needed him to get to the fireflies, but I think winter goes deeper than that. This is post-ranch argument. The ranch argument (and joel taking her back while they’re sitting above Jackson) and joel finding her with David are *their* moments. The moments when we see, okay, they are stuck together now. Even once they reach the fireflies, that’s not the end like we thought it would be a few hours ago. They’re going to stay together. Joel saying “I’m never gonna leave you again” to her in that silent moment immediately after he finds her after David is such a….I can’t think of the word oh my sjdhdjd but like their relationship is kind of solidified(?). Like their solidifying moment of “we’re with each other now”. And I think winter shows Ellie’s deep, profound love for Joel. Giving him literally all the warmth and as much as comfort as they could have (yes he was dying obviously just shhhh), probably nearly starving herself to make sure he got the majority of food and water she was able to get. She did that for weeks while he was knocking on deaths door. And joel, while she was just a job at the beginning, has still protected her from day one. And obviously his big moment of action that showed his love (no matter what way you view the end of the first game), was him saving her from the fireflies. He could not bear to lose another daughter, so he killed doctors and soldiers and everyone in his way to save her life. NOW to tie back to my first sentence in this whole spiel. I do believe they’ve both loved each other for years now, and I think it was always an understood thing between them. Joel’s love definitely never faltered through those last two years, though I’m sure you could argue Ellie’s did. Or didn’t, I don’t know. But it wasn’t something they ever said to each other. At the time of their porch conversation, tensions are very high. Ellie is still upset from the dance with Joel’s intervention, and she’s still giving him the cold shoulder bc of his lie. I think a lot of things go through his head when she says “I should’ve died in that hospital. My life would’ve fcking mattered. But you took that from me”. I think one thing is, and something I probably would not have controlled, is her saying her life would’ve mattered if she died for the cure. If I were joel I would’ve spewed about how she does matter and blah blah blah sappy stuff ynow. But he’s walking on thin ice here. He knows she feels betrayed. He knows they’re not how they used to be. He knows he can’t just say anything because he may upset her more, and that’s at the top of his list of thing he does not want to do. And so he waits a minute and tries to collect his thoughts and what he wants to tell her. He thinks of something that, while it combats everything she just said to him, also holds a lot of weight of their relationship and why he did what he did. I genuinely think that him saying this is just “I love you” in its purest, most raw, emotional, profound (I’ve said this like 7 times im sorry it just f i t s) form. If he said “I love you too much to let you die”, that would’ve scared her off. But he gave her something that she needed to hear and to start to understand why he did it and how he STILL feels, even after everything. And sometimes I wonder if the “I would do it all over again” refers to just the hospital, or their entire journey as a whole. Either way, I think it still tells her enough.

-And so she tells him she doesn’t think she’ll be able to forgive him and it BREAKS him. The thought of losing her, or not so much losing her, but never getting their relationship back to birthday level camping trip highs, kills him. His breath is shaky immediately. But then she tells him, maybe she could forgive him. But not that she could, but that she’d LIKE to try. She WANTS to get back to that birthday level camping trip high of the relationship they used to have. As hurt as she is, she misses it. He’s (I believe, personally) the most important person in her life, even if at this point. She wants to get back there as much as he does. And he starts to break more. Because now, there’s a chance, though incredibly small, that he COULD get her back. And that is more than enough. It could take years, but he’s happy with it. He’s thrilled to know that, even after everything, she is willing to try. Can you imagine early tlou2 if it were different and we got to see a cutscene of Ellie asking joel if he wanted to watch Curtis and Viper 2 that night? The smile that would’ve come to his face?

ALSO I FORGOT TO GO WITH THE LAST CHUNK OF TEXT.., him singing future days to her I think is also such a big profession of love. They’ve been in Jackson a few months and they’re living a “normal” lil family father-daughter life now. Not out every day fighting for their life. They get to settle down. And obviously his attachment to ellie has been going on for a while, but them being like,, they’re glued together now. They’re WITH each other. Joel’s adopted her ok ive talked to Neil druckmann myself I know things. But joel signing this to her is just so incredibly special. He loves her so much. I literally sat in my bed last night and was full on sobbing bc the degree that his love goes for her is beyond my comprehension. Every time I think about I CANNOT wrap my head around it. It’s so insane to me. But he loves her so incredibly much. He got a second chance at fatherhood and refuses to lose ellie, under any circumstance as we’ve seen, even if the rest of the human race was on the line, he can’t lose her. Now obviously as I mentioned above, we never hear the “i love you” sentiment actually said between either of them, but we see it in their actions. All their actions throughout the games, even the little things. And I think what joel says on the porch is as much of an i love you as you can get, i think I’m singing to her is just as much as well. He could’ve sung ANY song he knew on guitar, but no he picked future days to show her how much he loves her. “If i ever were to lose you, I’d surely lose myself. I believe, cause I can see, our future days, days of you and me” (yes I cut some lines out) BUT LIKE???? GDKDHDK but not even just talking about the lyrics or the fact that they show exactly what joel is trying to say, it’s also that this is the song joel uses to introduce ellie to guitar. To introduce her to something he 1) promised he’d teach her and 2) it’s something he LOVES. it’s just so,?:?!&,)?:,;@($ i love their love I love their story I love the little things I love overthinking about them

#have I mentioned I love them #because I don’t think I’ve made it clear enough #her not getting to tell him she forgives is the source of all my anger #the last of us part 2 #joel miller #ellie williams #the last of us #DONT SHIP THEM !!!#i will block on sight

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organic-guacamole · 4 years ago

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showtime

episode 211 let's go

ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode

mr mazzara doing the recap-

this is so weird to me and I don't know why

WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING

is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?

STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES

Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes

he's so pretty.

ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural

OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-

well that explains a lot...

so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-

insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*

of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??

Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....

let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.

Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha

yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰

I mean....where's EJ?

THERE HE IS

EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek

KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY

Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc

the smallest fOrk

can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌

the duster and the bluster.... ok😃

hi Gina!

hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!

the portwell look.

that my friends, is a married couple's look✋

GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

aww Gina's so excited for this

D word?

Die?

Delicious?

Dom Toretto?

"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"

sir that does not sound very clean to me

SEBLOS

Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos

DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-

I NEED TO SEE THAT

Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"

Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer

the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement

"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"

...

"hey where are you from?"

"TAH"

SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-

he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos

just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why

Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea

pepto bismol product placement smhsmh

those flowers are bigger that big red himself-

*bops along to the opening theme*

that whistle at the end slaps everytime

WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE

I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*

wow i am so funny

so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice

OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA

HOWIEEEEEE

"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.

Mazzara what are you trying to pull-

I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone

"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ

"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"

right so what's going to happen after you graduate?

what does he think of you not going to Duke?

what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?

good old Mr. M

therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.

start with Ricky though.

"Michael Bowen"

dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"

OH-

does she not like Mike anymore?

why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime

break the fourth wall-

uhhhh im scared

why am I scared

he's scary

hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY

oh boy poor Michael

this man is in love, rip

why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide

LILYYYY

I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.

ha this guy's got jokes

a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL

wheeze

also he's very pretty.

"the wolves and very talented humans"

how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure

"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name

did she just say lol out loud

same with the hug emoji last episode-

go touch some grass babes

the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-

not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months

awww lily genuinely trying to help him

sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?

just look at me now

the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-

HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-

David Attenborough?

oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.

STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER

also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?

I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl

OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH

shockingly

yo where did the makeup come from

man I wish I was a theatre kid

THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋

my girl is starring

"needs an X-factor"

Simon Cowbell creeps in

"it's a yes from me"

and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍

"I thought she just hog-tied him?"

don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.

imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.

Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong

"help"

same Carlos, same

I love how seb is just his translator rn

I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?

big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.

Ash and Gina dancing is so fun

I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect

KOURTNEY YES

HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH

I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH

SEBBY

THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP

THIS IS SO GOOD

HOW???

no because I'm actually crying

I'm dead serious.

we need this musical released as a special

big red is so proud and I love to see it

Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"

rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"

Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance

Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up

YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER

aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard

JORDAN FISHER

there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me

THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG

they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor

THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-

@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT

Natalie really just be coming for them all

Howie what is happening rn

I'm scared

"did you enjoy it"

"very much"

dude wants a kiss so bad

ASHLYN OMG

NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT

I want a Jordan autograph please

just keep swim- oh pushing...

Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it

am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?

yes.

Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw

the portwell glances will kill me.

ah yes, mashed potato snow

Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.

Howie please just do it

CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT

I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE

oh ok bye Jordan

oo tea

NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-

"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"

excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically

THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-

STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP

someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst

omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing

elevator music lol

I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was

did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-

oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right

oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩

😐

the judge is doing a sudoku

honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too

Lily why are you looking like that-

I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP

wow ok, there goes that.

omg

what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-

anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #gina porter #ricky bowen #nini salazar roberts #seb mathew smith #carlos rodriguez #big red #ashlyn caswell #kourtney greene #howie my pizza king #lily hsmtmts

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sinkix · 5 years ago

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~ Haikyuu!! Boys baking with reader - Ft. Ushijima, Tendou, Oikawa, Hinata & Nishinoya ~

YO! SO UHHHH... I’M BACK??? I GUESS?? MAYBE??? After a little break I had this in my drafts for a while and realllyyy wanted to complete it since it’s such a cute concept. Honestly at this point my posting frequencies are so sporadic and random pls forgive me lmao.

@deathcab4daddy gave me the inspo to include Ushi and it was so funny coming up with ideas for him, he is no.1 country boi chef

Dude I’m listening to the Mario Kart soundtrack ‘Coconut Mall’ while I continue writing this someone save me. Like u think I’m joking. UR WRONG.

Ushijima:

The most straightforward yet idiotic baker you will ever come across.

Before you even THINK about performing step 1, he will read the entire fucking leaflet like it’s a Shakesperean monologue.

INGREDIENTS INCLUDED.

LIKE SIS I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW IT CONTAINS MONOCALCIUM PHOSPHATE THANK YOU.

I’m surprised he doesn’t count every single particle in the brownie mix.

You bought him a frilly cupcake-printed apron stating ‘best wife’ not expecting him to actually wear it

But since he’s secretly a big softie and treasures anything you buy he wears it proudly.

His stoic and dignified disposition is a comical contrast to the words printed on the front lmao.

Ushi best wifey bro.

The tight fit of the apron is pretty hot since it outlines every ridge of his pecs and tightly toned torso.

Gotta resist groping your mans while stirring the brownie batter.

tbh he’s more likely to grope you, he can’t resist that a$$.

And let’s face it he’s def an ass/thigh kinda guy.

Can and will try to casually initiate some form of unholy activities by lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, goading you to slowly lick the spoon and locking gazes before pulling you in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss to get a taste of the incomplete creation himself.

Ushi’s lips and brownie batter are a knock-out combo js.

Literally has the most serious face when he’s cracking the eggs into the bowl

The amount of concentration is equivalent to that of when he’s performing a serve at match-point.

HAS to set the temperature to the EXACT degree stated on the box

Everything is done by the book if you do one thing out of place he will pull you up on it lol.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to stir it for 5 minutes, not 7.”

When its done you feed him some and he can’t help but smile its so ADORBALE AHHH.

You end up eating most of it since Ushi doesn’t strike me as much of a chocolate/junk food lover.

STILL A VERY FUN BUT F R U S T R A T I N G EXPERIENCE.

Tendou:

The complete opposite of Ushi

Does everything wrong and the unconventional way.

Absolute disaster but doesn’t even sweat it since Tendou basically thrives in chaos and the disorderly.

To him instructions are purely equivocal, will read them for five seconds then toss them away.

Step aside Gordon Ramsey, Chef Tendou is here.

Despite doing everything the unorthodox way it still comes out amazing.

Like??? how???

Will cheekily place a dollop batter on your nose then lick it off fh3jkeffefds

Or if he’s feelin’ a lil freaky, he’ll swipe it off with his long ass finger and make you suck it clean, smirking at your submission as you coat his finger with your saliva.

oop-

Constantly cracking jokes and shitty food puns, pretending to drop the bowl to make you go into preemptive cardiac arrest before you can swat him with the spatula.

While you’re waiting for the timer to ping, Satori being the schemer he is will use this as an opportunity to pull some fuckery and tease you in any way he can.

u better be praying like bodhisattva TanaNoya rn because he is MERCILESS.

Suggestive comments, the brush of his fingers against your thigh, it’ll leave you A C H I N G in frustration by the end of it.

Unholy activities aside, once your baking session is completed you finish it off by feeding PHAT forkfuls of brownie to each other and giggling like dorks when it gets all over your mouth.

The jackass actually got a fingerful and SMEARED it over your cheek and forehead, drawing a little cross and snickering when the crumbs fall onto your nose.

Tendou was smart to draw a cross bc he gonna need jesus with the ATTACK you launch on him after that, which promptly leads to an all out food war in your kitchen that neither of you want to clean up after ward.

Don’t worry though it’s Tendou, he’ll somehow find a way to make such a mundane activity fun.

Nishinoya:

stirs WAY TOO VIOLENTLY

IT’S LIKE AN ELECTRIC WHISK ON OVERDRIVE.

IT WILL SPLATTER OVER THE COUNTER, CUPBOARDS AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR WITHIN A 1 MILE RADIUS.

You best believe he will try and eat some of the batter and you have to swat the spoon away from his mouth since he has NO REGARD FOR THE FACT HE COULD GET SALMONELLA.

Plus you know what Noya’s like once he starts eating something the whole thing will be gone in a matter of milliseconds.

He somehow managed to get Baking powder EVERYWHERE and even gave him self a little moustache with it.

The white substance kinda looked like something else but you didn’t really wanna say lmaooo.

could explain why he has so much energy all the time oK ILL STOP-

While you’re putting the mix on the tray he is SO extra and will do fancy lil swirls and over extend his arm like a swan to gracefully spread the batter

until he nearly fucking knocks it over.

During processing time since he is so excitable and impatient you best believe he’s gonna suggest a game of ping pong or something because my guy can well and truly never sit still.

ping pong match with the spatulas, kitchen island and a hard boiled egg.

Pls be careful he will rolling thunder that egg and pimp slap it so hard with the spatula it’ll damn near give you a concussion, not intentionally, but like protect your noggin. Wear a helmet.

For the remaining 5 minutes of baking time y’all just sit like kids in front of the oven and watching it rise like starved hyena’s observing it’s pray before demolishing it into sad particles of cocoa.

And lemme tell u, once the timer pings, that baking tray is free real estate for Noya. Half of your creation will be devoured before you can even put it on a plate and marvel at your handiwork.

He kicked your ass at spatula ping pong btw I’m sorry sweaty but short kings stay winning.

Oikawa:

Such a dramatic bitch like he got the whole she-bang going on.

Strapped with a pink apron, a whisk at his side and standing proudly with both hands on his hips.He is prepared like a greek gladiator going into battle.

You better believe he gonna make some snarky remarks and tease your method of doing things.

“Ah-ah-ahhh (Y/N)-chan you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how a PRO does it.”

Proceeds to drop entire bowl on his foot and yelp like a little girl in pain.

Well and truly embarrassed with himself, you put a band-aid on his toe and he piped down after that.

Shattered big toe and mixing bowl aside, actually a really good baker??

He is a PRO at decorating, y’all decided on cupcakes since its literally his forte to make them look aesthetic and pretty.

You almost don’t wanna eat them from how good they look.

jk almost

You take it in turns breaking bits off and placing pieces into each others mouth with a loud “aaaaaahhh!”

Places a piece in your mouth, leans forward and locks lips with you in a soft, passionate kiss before pulling away and uttering the words “It tastes even better coming from your mouth ;)”

hnnnNNGGGGGGggGg.

You both whine and bicker over who cleans up after.

“You cleaaannnnn!”

“no Toru YOU clean!”

“but I made the cupcakes look pretty :(”

“not as pretty as you <3″

He did the cleaning after that.

Like just stroke his ego with some compliments and he’s whipped with a smug grin on his face for the next 30 minutes.

You decide to save the rest and bring them to his next practise.

Literally on the verge of tears when he sees you beaming and holding the platter of treats, Kiyotani mauls half of them in a matter of seconds to which Oiks gets salty over LMAO.

Hinata:

So excited oh my god he’s so precious please protect him I will CRY-

Has a little sunflower apron on and JBJKNDDDKDW IM SMILING JUST IMAGINING HIM FIDGETING IN EXCITEMENT OVER THE THOUGHT OF BAKING COOKIES.

Yes you decided on cookies bc he goes rabid for some choc chip biccies.

You have to guide him v carefully because of how easily confused and clumsy he is.

Cannot for the life of him crack the eggs without getting a quarter of the shell in the bowl so you have to do it instead.

Has a surprising amount of strength and forearm power bc holy shit boy can stir FAST.

Hums a little tune while he does it and bobs up and down with a wide grin on his face it’s so adorable, he has such a gentle singing voice I can’t-

Attempts different shapes with the batter when pouring it onto the tray but fails pretty miserably lol.

he tried ok???

Once they’re done he takes the tray out of the oven and since it was heavy, subconsciously propped it with his knee and nearly dropped the entire tray from the pain. (I’ve actually done this before when making chicken nuggets I do not advise being that brain dead)

Had to put some burn cream on the bbies knee :’((

When you decided to dig in, he handed you a cookie that looked like a crooked circle and said he tried to make that one a heart and insisted he feed it to you.

Blushed VERY hard at the moment of silence and intense eye contact while he fed it to you.

Nearly short circuited when his fingers brushed against your lips.

Moe moe x100000000000000000000000000000

You offer to do the cleaning after because he hurt himself and you didn’t wanna make him do any work, but he still offered to wipe the surfaces for you bc he’s an angel <333

literally just wanna marry him.

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narcoleptic-drag-queen · 5 years ago

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omg welcome to the season 11 train it's the best one to be on 😍 2R for Branjie (shock) if u would like pls!!!!! love u love ur writing 💖💖💖

This took me like 25 drafts because this is my first branjie!! God help me! I love you and I hope this is at least decent!!

2 - “Do you kiss all your friends like that?”

R - Party Games (7 Minutes in Heaven, Truth or Dare, etc)

Brooke has been avoiding Vanessa for around a week, now.

She’s been avoiding parties (Vanessa’s favorite place to be), the library (Vanessa’s favorite place to study), the cafe that’s just around the corner from her apartment (Vanessa’s favorite place to get donuts) - any place that Vanessa could even possibly be, Brooke Lynn has avoided like the goddamn plague.

It’s funny how an abrupt, accidental kiss can make your best friend suddenly the scariest person on the planet.

She’s spent so much time moping around the apartment that Yvie had invited her to a party with her and her girlfriend, after a week of rolling her eyes at Brooke on the couch and yelling at her that ‘just because you’re sad doesn’t mean it’s not your night to do the dishes, asshole’.

Now, as she sits in the middle of Scarlet Envy’s living room, staring down at the green beer bottle pointing directly at the girl she’s spent upwards of a week avoiding, she thinks that maybe this had been a bad idea.

“Well?” Silky says from across the room. “Are y’all gonna kiss or not?”

“Shh,” Nina giggles from beside Vanessa. “Give them some time to process.”

Brooke very carefully does not meet Vanjie’s eyes, her last few texts and the tiny ‘seen at 3:03 am’ resting below them suddenly the only things she can think about.

Brooke: can we just pretend that never happened

Brooke: god im so embarrassed

Brooke refuses to be the one to make the first move. The last thing she wants is to make anything more awkward between them - though it seems impossible to, right now.

“Process?” Scarlet repeats, frowning, and Yvie rolls her eyes fondly.

“Girl, we all know they’ve got crushes on each other. This could be big for them,” she tells her, although her teasing tone is clearly directed towards Brooke, who can feel the blush creeping in on her cheeks.

“We’re just friends,” she says quickly, laughing nervously. “Jesus Christ, you guys. It’s just - weird. Friends don’t kiss each other.”

“Don’t they, though?” Vanessa pipes up, and Brooke’s eyes snap to her, surprised. She looks irritated, giving Brooke a hard look that she can’t quite decipher. “Unless you meant last week in a different way?”

“What?” several people ask, voices a little shrill and very excited, and Brooke tries her best to sink into the carpet.

“That was--” she begins, but Vanjie’s cutting her off before she can make it very far.

“Save it,” she says, and Brooke’s heart sinks at her tone. She’s clearly still mad at her. And with this stupid party game - Brooke can only hope that at least some semblance of a friendship can make it out the other side.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Vanessa continues, her mouth flattening like it does when she’s upset, and Brooke feels like she’s going to throw up as she watches Vanjie gets up onto her hands and knees, crawling over to where Brooke is sitting criss cross across the room. “Dear Lord and Jesus, help me now!”

At least she can still joke about it, Brooke thinks as Vanjie makes her way across the carpet. All she can hear is the pounding of her heart in her ears. Maybe she’ll get over this.

I don’t know if I can, though.

It’s like she blinks and suddenly Vanessa is just inches from her face, her brown eyes glittering and her lips pursed in thought, eyes darting all over Brooke’s face. Something in her expression softens, and Brooke feels something within her lighten in response.

“You ready?” Vanessa asks, her voice even gravlier now that she’s lowered it to almost a whisper, and heat pools in Brooke’s belly in response. She sucks in a shaky breath, struggling for a response.

Vanessa’s face suddenly takes on an offended expression, her mouth falling open slightly with shock. “Kissing me wasn’t that bad, bitch!” she cries, her voice suddenly a lot loud. Brooke jumps, blushing as their friends erupt into excited noise. “Or was it?! Is that why you ran away?”

Brooke shakes her head frantically, her heart dropping once again. Realization is beginning to curl at the edges of her mind, hope suddenly fluttering madly in her stomach. “No, V, it was so - I just thought - you seemed like you didn’t--”

Vanessa kisses her.

Brooke’s brain short-circuits, and all she can even think to do is kiss back, and hard, melting into Vanessa’s soft lips and sticky lipstick and sweet perfume. Brooke recognizes it as the cupcake flavored one she’d given her at Christmas, and the heat in her belly grows hotter, making her bury her fingers in Vanessa’s thick hair to bring her closer, closer, closer.

Vanessa gives a soft moan, deepening the kiss, and tingles run all the way across Brooke’s body, down to the tips of her toes and fingers. She sighs, rubbing her thumb across Vanessa’s cheekbone, something within her settling like the world has suddenly aligned.

“Alright, horndogs!” Nina laughs from across the room, and a hand that must be Silky’s lands on Brooke’s shoulder, gently pushing her away from Vanjie. “We didn’t come here to watch a live porno.”

Brooke blushes, drawing away from Vanjie with a sheepish smile that only grows at the sight of Vanjie’s smirk. “Do you kiss all your friends like that, Miss Brooke?”

“I’m gonna have to say no,” Brooke laughs, and Vanessa’s smirk turns into a soft smile.

“You promise not to run away after this?”

“I promise,” Brooke says, and she lets Vanjie yank her up when she stands, unable to keep herself from grinning like a loon when Vanjie doesn’t let go once they’re up.

“If you would excuse us for a second,” Vanjie announces, her voice mockingly cordial. “Miss Brooke and I have some business we must be attending to.”

Brooke doesn’t think she’s ever felt this light.

send me a pairing, number, and letter!

#i love them and now i want to write more #branjie #prompts #writing #ask game

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picturetoburnnn · 6 years ago

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Like To Be You - Gang AU (ch. 1) | Ashton Irwin x Reader

word count - 2.7k

warning - mentions of blood and death. slight swearing. gang AU

taglist - @songforhema @asht0ns-world @lukesflaredpants @sunflowerxcal @star-gazing-calum@cxddlyash @emomack @merryblueberry02 @kinglyhood @caswinchester2000 @babe-babylon @irwinkitten @burn-crash-im-ash dm me to be added

author note - this has been sitting in my drafts for about three months now and i finally got on a writing kick on friday and stayed up till two last night finishing this. hope y’all love it

It had been a long day. Y/N took two shifts at the hospital, covering for her friend when she needed a sick day. Then, after what was supposed to be a lovely evening to herself, her brother’s girlfriend broke up with him, and he required her support.

After everything was all said and done, Y/N didn’t get home until close to one that night. She dropped her bag at the door, flinging her shoes off her feet and sluggishly making her way upstairs. Not even bothering to change out of her work clothes, Y/N dropped onto her bed, legs hanging off the side. She was out before she even hit the mattress, ready for a long night’s sleep.

Or at least, it was supposed to be. She woke at three in the morning to a growling stomach. Y/N groaned, finally acknowledging her growing hunger.

“Fine,” she sighed heavily to herself, standing stiffly and stretching. “Food it is.”

What she didn’t expect as she walked down the stairs was to see a dark shape sitting on the floor in her kitchen. Beneath her, stair creaked as she froze. The figure froze, turning around to look at her.

He was dressed in all black, eating Nutella from the jar with a teaspoon. Y/N didn’t buy Nutella, but that was definitely her spoon. His eyes widened as he met hers, standing in a flash. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the dark trail of what might be blood on the side of his face when he snatched off his black beanie.

“I can explain,” the man rushed out, holding out both hands apprehensively, still clutching the Nutella.

Y/N raised a brow.

“...no I can’t.”

“Who are you?” Y/N rushed down the remaining stairs, rushing for her purse and the pepper spray it held.

“Hey, hey, it’s cool. Don’t freak out,” he pleaded.

“There’s a stranger in my house, in the ungodly hours of the morning, eating out of a jar that isn’t mine. I think I’m justified,” Y/N said as she pulled out the spray, clutching it in her hand.

“Look, I just need a place to crash, okay? I got nowhere to go, I’m unarmed, and would rather not sleep on the street.”

“Are you kidding me? Get the hell out! I don’t know you, and you just show up on my kitchen floor in the middle of the night? I think the fuck not!”

He sighed. “Listen.” He pulled his shirt collar down far enough to let Y/N see the snake tattoo adorning his chest. “I’m one of the Cobras. Let me stay here for one night, and I can guarantee you protection and compensation. Just one night.”

The Cobras were the most notorious gang in the city. They were known for being brutal to targets, but never involving or attacking innocents. Cobras traded laundered money, drugs, guns; anything and everything Y/N tried her best to avoid. But they made the big bucks, which meant whatever compensation he was offering had to be good. And that money certainly wouldn't hurt to be in her bank account.

She looked at him one final time, his red hair shining in the moonlight.

“One night only,” she muttered. “But you've gotta let me clean up your head. I don't care who you are, I will not have bloodstains on my sofa.”

“Deal.” The sigh that left his lips was full of relief. “I'm Ashton.” He held his hand out in a shake.

Y/N eyed it carefully, not making a move. “Cool.”

He smirked. “That's the part where you tell me your name.”

“No, this is the part where you get your ass in my bathroom so I can get the first aid for your head injury.”

His expression changed from one of amusement to shock in no time. “Yes ma'am,” he mumbled under his breath.

He passed her, carefully avoiding bumping into her shoulder. Her eyes followed him as he wandered down the hall, his mind reeling as he tried to decide which door led to the half-bath.

“Second one on the left,” she gave in. “First aid kit's under the sink. I'll be right there, don't try to take care of it yourself.”

He looked back at her with a sheepish smile before ducking through the doorway. Y/N's hands threaded through her hair, tugging harshly and she questioned her own judgement. Cobras were ruthless when they needed to be, and she was letting one sleep on her couch.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Clean off the blood, then talk to him, she told herself. Walking into the bathroom, Y/N didn't spare a glance at the man sitting on the toilet lid as she opened the kit on the countertop.

"Are you bleeding anywhere other than your head?" she asked in a monotone voice.

"My side," he answered lamely. "Although I think it's clotted by now."

"Doesn't matter, I still need to clean it." She turned, finally facing him. "Take off your shirt."

He gave her a cocky smirk, but one look from her had him looking back to the ground. Silently, he removed the fabric, revealing a violent looking gash in his side. Y/N couldn't help but stare.

"You sure you can stitch me up?" His question sounded cocky, but she could hear the faintest hint of worry.

"I'm a nurse, this is not anything new to me," she answered shortly, turning back to the kit.

"Oh," he mumbled. "Gotcha."

The pair sat in silence as Y/N worked on cleaning the area. Ashton winced as she accidentally dragged the rag against the open wound. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"'S fine," he hissed.

“What caused a gash this deep?”

Ashton bristled, not saying a word.

“If you want me to treat this properly so it doesn’t get infected, I need you to tell me what it is.” She really didn’t need that information, but morbid curiosity always got the best of her. Besides, she was letting him stay in her house; she deserved to know at least a little something about him.

He stayed quiet. Y/N sighed, ready to resign herself to silence, when--

“A fireplace poker,” he mumbled.

Where the fuck in their city was there someone pretentious enough to have a fire iron?

“Then it needs to be severely sterilized and watched carefully,” Y/N said, as if that wasn’t already part of her plan.

The boy hissed as she cleaned the gash with antiseptics, but was silent as his side was stitched together.

Tying off the final stitch, Y/N cut the suture cord. “There. All good. Let me see your head.”

Twenty minutes later, Y/N left Ashton in the bathroom to go find spare sheets and a blanket for the couch.

“I’ll drive you back to your place in the morning.” Ashton looked at her, shocked.

“You don’t have to--”

“You aren’t from around here, the Cobra territory is across the city. With your side, you wouldn’t make it there before sundown, and it’d be a very bad idea to sleep on the streets. I’ll take you to the Cobra side of town, and from there you can find your way.”

She made a compelling argument, one that Ashton couldn’t really fight against.

He didn’t reply, and it wasn’t until Y/N was halfway up the stairs that she heard him mumble “Thank you. For not calling the cops, fixing me up, and giving me somewhere to sleep and all.”

She stopped, hand on the banister, before continuing up to her bedroom. “You’re welcome.”

~~~

The next morning was odd. Y/N woke around noon, quite exhausted. She didn’t think about the guy downstairs until she saw him sitting on her couch, reading a newspaper she didn’t know she had.

“Good morning,” she said as she came down the steps, clad in an old hoodie and sleep shorts.

Ashton jumped in his seat, setting down the paper.

Y/N smirked, snickering to herself. She made her way into the kitchen, starting up her coffee maker and grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet. “Let me get my coffee and then we can head out.”

Ashton swallowed thickly. “Thank you, again.”

Y/N smiled smally at him. “You were hurt.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “You’re a lot nicer in the mornings.”

“I’m no longer hungry and sleep deprived.” She shrugged and he chuckled.

Y/N retreated back up the stairs to change into something a little more appropriate. When she returned, the coffee was done, and Ashton was back to the newspaper.

“Something interesting in that paper?” She asked with a laugh.

“I’m apparently dead,” he deadpanned, showing her the article.

Cobra Member Presumed Dead

A young gang member was reportedly wounded during a break-in in the East Hill sector of town. Outside of the gang’s territory, the homeowner Alex Kei told reporter Eric Townes that a red-haired young man had been rifling through his possessions. Kei claims the gang member attacked him once he realized he was being watched. Kei grabbed the nearest thing to him, his fire iron, to defend himself. Mr. Kei reported the iron struck the attacker’s side, gouging deep. The attacker, holding his wound, fled the house. If David Kei is correct about the severity of the wound, the attacker may well be deceased by now without medical attention. The attack occurred April 11th, just two days ago.

“That’s not what happened,” Ashton huffed when Y/N looked up with wide eyes. “Kei has always had it out for us. I was only--”

“You don’t have to explain to me,” Y/N soothed. “Let’s just get you home.”

~~~

The car ride was silent for the most part, save for the occasional “turn left here,” or “keep going straight to the next light” once they were downtown.

“You can drop me off here,” he muttered after they passed the train tracks that made the Cobra border.

Y/N looked at him incredulously. “You think I’m gonna let you walk around town with fresh stitches?”

He returned her wide-eyed look.

“Point me to your safe-house, and that’s where you can get out.”

The redhead hesitated. “Make a right at the next light.”

Ashton guided her to an old warehouse. “I still don’t know your name,” he tried to laugh through a wince as he unbuckled the seatbelt she insisted he wear.

“Y/N,” she said lowly as she got out of the car, walking over to the passenger side.

She helped him climb out, his voice quiet as he said, “Y/N. That’s pretty.”

“Thanks,” she joked as she knocked on the side door. “Got it for my birthday.”

The door opened, revealing a blonde-haired man even younger than Y/N was. “For the last time,” he sighed without looking at them. “This is not a sanctuary. Go find somewhere else to peddle for money.”

“Aw damn, even me?” Ashton’s smile was huge.

The boy’s head snapped up, eyes wide with disbelief. “Ash?” he breathed.

“In the flesh,” he beamed. “Didja miss me?”

But Ashton's name was the only thing Luke could say. The younger boy held his friends face in his hands, tears collecting in his eyes. "I thought we lost you."

"Harder than that to lose me," the redhead quipped before pulling him in for a tight hug.

The two held each other for several minutes, simply reveling in one another's company for the first time in several weeks. Y/N watched with a soft smile on her lips. It was sweet to see this boy who had been so tough around her appear so soft with his friend.

Ashton met Y/N's eyes, as if suddenly remembering she was there. He broke away, albeit reluctantly, and held his hand out between the stranger boy and Y/N.

"Luke, this is Y/N. She let me stay at her place recently and patched me up, made me all pretty again. Y/N, this is Luke. He's… well he's the head of this whole operation, I suppose."

Y/N smiled, holding her hand out for Luke to shake. "Hi."

Luke looked at her hand, then at her. He made no move to grab her hand, instead pulling her into a hug as well. "Thank you, for bringing him home," he whispered in her ear, voice thick with emotion.

As they broke apart, Ashton demanded Luke's attention. "I assume absolutely nothing has been done in the past two weeks, since you've all been grieving and are incapable of doing anything without me." He winked, and Y/N wasn't sure if it was directed at her or Luke.

"We've been making Kei's life a living hell, but other than that… we were a little busy trying to find you."

"Well." Ashton held out his arm to Y/N. "Let's say hello to everyone, shall we?"

They walked through the door as Luke held it open, and Y/N was surprised by what she saw. She didn't know what she expected from the headquarters of the city's biggest gang, but it certainly wasn't this.

In the center of the room was a pool table, surrounded by four men extremely focused on the game. In the corner was a small shelf of books with two small chairs-- a makeshift reading book. It looked like a home more than a base of operations, and Y/N loved it.

"I've been gone for two weeks, and there is a serious lack of crying in this room." Ashton's loud voice rang out over every quiet conversation. The room grew silent, and everyone stared at the redhead in front of Y/N.

"Ashton? Oh my God is that really you?" A bleached blond man shouldered his way to the front of the room, leather jacket heaving up and down with his rapid breathing. The tan man let out a shaky laugh before running to Ashton and enveloping him in a hug even tighter than Luke's. Before too long, everyone had crowded around the pair, all wanting to see their missing friend with their own eyes.

Y/N watched the scene unfold in front of her with a smile, until she felt someone tug at her elbow. Luke pulled her away to the side, far enough that they could have a private conversation but still see the group.

"How bad was he?"

"I put stitches in his side, so he needs to go easy. No running or stretching or anything that could tear that. I don't know how long he was hurt before he got to me, but by some miracle it didn't look infected."

Luke's following sigh sounded heavy with relief. "You may very well have saved his life. We owe you. I owe you. Anything you want, tell me."

"Oh, it was really nothing," Y/N stammered. "You don't owe me anything."

“Listen,” Luke huffed. “That boy you brought with you--” he pointed to where Ashton was, hugging all his friends like he hadn’t seen them in months “--he’s like my brother, and I haven’t seen him in over two weeks. We thought he died, but you took care of him, and didn’t let him end up on the street. You’ve done us a huge service, and we are indebted to you for him. Don’t diss us by refusing.”

Y/N swallowed thickly, nodding.

"Good. You saved his life. The Cobras will from now on be your personal backup. If you need anything, and I mean anything, you come to him, you come to me. Cool?"

Y/N nodded again.

"Y/N!" She heard Ashton's voice. He broke away from the group and jogged over to her.

"You're not leaving yet, are you?"

"I--"

"This isn't really her scene," Luke cut in. Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but he fixed her with a look that dared her to continue.

"Y-yeah," she breathed. "I'm not… this isn't my kind of place. I'm intruding now that my job is done."

"Oh." Ashton visibly deflated, obviously not enthused with the idea of her leaving. "Am I gonna see you again?"

“That depends. I mean, you know where I live.”

“Yeah, but I was thinking something more along the lines of getting your number.”

Y/N smirked.

PART 2 // MASTERLIST

#ashton 5sos #ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #luke 5sos #luke hemmings #michael clifford #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #5sos x reader #5sos funny #5sos #my writing

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peachrogers · 6 years ago

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my summation + overall thoughts of avengers: endgame

including: what i found wrong with endgame and why i am currently refusing to acknowledge that it happened.

okay i wrote this a while ago but after i never actually got around to posting it so here it is.

first off,, i will once again introduce myself since this account is fairly new. hello, my name is mackenzie, call me mackenzie, or zie or mack or whatever you want. this was originally to be my main acc after i deactivacted all my old tumblrs because i planned to start fresh on tumblr again and after watching endgame for the second time last wednesday, this account became a marvel acc strictly so !! yeah follow me lets be friends !! message me whenever if you wanna talk or cry or anything.

to put it bluntly,, endgame fucking sucked.

endgame was meant to tie everything together. endgame was meant to be this great movie to sum everything up and tie it all together and to just make it make sense in other words.

there was so much hype surrounding endgame, so much pressure, so much excitement.

in my opinion? the joint effort of the writers and the directors managed to ruin it all. they managed to take a movie that was supposed to do so much for the mcu, to tie everything together as a final conclusion to this infinity saga and they blew it all up.

endgame wasn’t a horrible movie, but there were multiple parts that i (and multiple others i know of) did not like and i will be going over it in this post.

it’s not just because of steve’s ending, which i know, i know, i’ve bitching and crying about that for a while on this account. it’s more than just steve’s ending.

this post is a little all over the place but i’ll try to keep my thoughts together the best that i can.

just a disclaimer: UNDER THE CUT I WILL BE TALKING IN DEPTH ABOUT THE EVENTS OF AVENGERS: ENDGAME AND THIS WILL INCLUDE MAJOR SPOILERS ABOUT THE MOVIE SO PLEASE BE WARY. (if you haven’t, seriously where the fuck have you been) BUT IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ENDGAME AND DO NOT WISH TO HAVE IT SPOILED PLEASE SCROLL PAST THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

okay here we go !! so i made posts before about this but this is gonna just be a big long post about EVERYTHING and i’ll explain everything and why endgame sucked.

originally i had decided to go through scene by scene and talk about each scene but i mean, that’s not really the point of this post and frankly, doing that would probably make this post longer than i want it to be. so i will be focusing on the important scenes. the ones i think are most important to point out and talk about.

as i mentioned above the cut, it’s not just about steve. i know my user is peachrogers and steve rogers has always been my fave avenger. but its more than just steve’s ending and i’ll get into that as we get to it.

i used a transcript while writing this just to help me completely recall everything as it actually was since i don’t consider my memory completely reliable so i linked it if anyone else wants to look at it.

and again, as i mentioned above, i don’t hate everything about endgame. there were parts of endgame i did like and enjoy. tony and nebula playing paper football for example, i thought that scene was very endearing and adorable and carol coming to save them really made me happy.

but at the same time, there were scenes i did not enjoy. and i will be mainly going depth on those scenes since i kinda wanted to just summarize and explain and captalize on why endgame failed at doing the job it was meant to do in tying together these 22 mcu films released in the past 11 years.

so starting at the beginning of the film, after they find thaos and thor chops off his head and they have a five year time skip, we see steve, in a group therapy session.

where steve once again brings up the love of his life and how everyone has to move on. which SPOILER ALERT he doesn’t. this scene, when i first watched i was kinda like whatever, but watching it the second time and watching it now(or even thinking on it), it makes me SO SO mad. pretty sure they kept this scene bc one of the directors is in it. this scene also just makes steve contradict himself since he goes on about how important it is for to move on and yet he just doesn’t even follow his own advice in the end and it aggravates me which i will get into later on.

so skipping to after scott comes out of the time machine van and then steve goes to visit natasha. tbh everytime i watch this scene with natasha and steve, it always just breaks my heart because of the whole:

you know, i keep telling everyone they should move on and… grow. some do. but not us.

(there steve goes again just contradicting himself:(()

and

we both need to get a life.

you first.

and i remember reblogging a gif set of nat and steve with the same caption and i just :( bc of where they end up in the end and it’s just its really sad.

seeing tony and pepper with morgan and the fact that tony has finally achieved a level of normalcy where he has his own life with his wife and his child, it’s really nice to see. he definitely deserves it. and i completely understand tony shutting down steve, nat, and scott because he doesn’t want to risk everything especially if it doesn’t work and he ends up losing it. and i totally understood that.

the diner scene where nat, steve, and scott go to talk to bruce about time travel. first off, i just wanna point off how annoying that scene was ?? especially the part with the kids and them not wanting a pic with scott and apparently they only kept that part in bc one of the kids was one of the director’s kids?? there’s just so much wrong with it.

and now i move on to the great marvel cinematic universe version of time travel. which in itself really hardly makes any sense whatsoever since the directors and the writers both contradict each other on how it works. if you’re going to put time travel in your movie, i really feel like everyone should be on the same page on how it works but i mean, that’s just me.

it took me a little bit to understand it bc what the fuck.

the scene where clint,rhodey, bruce, nebula, and scott are discussing how time travel works and rhodey is just naming off all these time movies where time travel works the way that i see it as working(where your past completely changes your future/butterfly effect/chaos theory) and bruce and nebula basically debunk the whole thing and explain it as how changing your past doesn’t change your future and all the whole thing is just bullshit if you ask me. it’s so hard to understand.

okay im not here to argue about time travel. but let me just give some perspective. for me personally, i just see time travel to work like it did in life is strange because it makes more sense. if you change something in the past, that would directly impact your future. if you go in the past and prevent someone from dying, that would not just change the fact that they didn’t die but other factors would be affected too.

and when they brought in the alternate timelines and the “multiverse” it just made things so much more complicated for me.

and i have tried to educate myself more to understand it, i’ve read through multiple posts on the whole time travel thing and i’ve rewatched movies as well to try and understand.

i guess the biggest thing that didn’t sit well with me is just that the directors and writers WHO YOU WOULD ASSUME would bring some clarity and insight on the matter really just brought more confusion and only contradicted each other and i do Not Like it at all.

but i mean who cares about what we want ? it obviously doesn’t mean shit to them.

moving on.

uh lebowski thor idk at first i really wasn’t into it and i was kinda like wtf but i mean i’ve kinda come to be cool with the change in character. and apparently chris hemsworth was really into it so idk to each their own.

and just for the record: i think we all know that Noobmaster69 is deadpool

also i fucked loved the america’s ass joke but i’m pretty sure everyone did.

okay moving on to stony going to the camp lehigh in the 1970s. really i just want to address the scene where steve hides in peggy’s office. you see on her desk that one picture of steve and the picture of her kids and legiT PEGGY WAS RIGHT THERE IN THE OTHER OFFICE HOW DID SHE NOT SEE STEVE WHAT THE FUCK

god idk just thinking about how it was the 1970s and she still thinks about steve who tbh she hardly knew, especially if you compare him to idk daniel sousa ?? and steve saw the picture of her kids and he still was like lol yeah not moving on.

natasha dying okay yeah that was hard to watch. especially since she got nothing for it. tony gets a whole funeral with everyone and yeah ig she got that one moment with the five of them talking about trying to bring her back but that was it and i hate that. natasha deserved more love more attention more recognition way way more than what she got.

ON YOUR LEFT

okay idk how people heard steve’s avenger assemble when the fucker literally whispered it.

i mean it was really nice seeing everyone coming together and fighting and idk it was just everything to see the final fight against thanos.

ALSO CAP WIELDING MJOLNIR

tony dying, like i definitely did cry and it was sad, but in a way it was okay because he did it for them he did it for everyone.

there was an interview with the writers who said there wasn’t a draft where tony didn’t die and i don’t doubt it because i mean, i think it was needed. i think tony needed to be the one to do it.

and now we get to my favorite part. you know, the worst part of the movie. where steve just ruins everything.

in the process of returning the infinity stones, steve decides to create an alternate timeline with “peggy” and live out his life with her in that timeline while actual steve of that timeline is in ice.

okay listen i was cool with the final dance, i think that was definitely needed and it would’ve been a perfect end for steve to do that and return and idk give up captain america. but instead NO THEY HAVE TO DESTROY ALL OF captain america’s character development, all of peggy carter’s character development, RUIN BUCKY AND JUST RUIN EVERYTHING THAT WASNT OKAY I AM STILL JUST SO UPSET BECAUSE FOR STEVE TO JUST THROW EVERYTHING OUT THE WINDOW AND BE WITH PEGGY IN A DIFFERENT TIMELINE ITS NOT SOMETHING STEVE WOULD DO

we all know that is not something steve would do so it just it killed me and the directors hardly even gave an explanation for it and idk its just its such a let down and im just im not okay with it and i won’t be for a while. steve has always been my favorite avenger and for him to go out like this. its so disappointing, steve rogers deserved a better ending than this.

endgame sucked and its gonna take me a while to accept that endgame actually happened.

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flowers-for-freaks · 2 years ago

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Hey guys, it’s been a hot minute since i’ve been here.

I guess I just need to ramble and vent some emotions while they’re heavy right now. Things I wish I could have the courage to say, admit, tell you.

You’re not a chronically online person like I am, so who knows. I shouldn’t even be rambling online instead have the courage to tell you myself, but I can’t. I’m a coward.

Why am i treating all this like a diary? I cannot tell you why. It’s all just a fuel to fire of those who hate me maybe. Those who wish me the worse.

Or am i paranoid? I dunno. Or it’s therapeutic to me. The crave and hope that who I wish to say these things to will see it, and actually..... Understand.

It’s funny. This feeling like the world is ending and burning around me, how i feel like im sinking and there’s no lifeline around to save me. But, I shouldn’t feel like i need to be saved when im not in danger? But these feeling of being utterly lost, unworthy of anything. It all went away when I met you, isn’t that funny? And now I feel like i’ve lost you entirely. Cause, i guess i have?

I have this fault of mine, where I need constantly to know what’s going on in other people’s heads. How i fear everyone is out to get me. How everyone is just putting up with me, nobody truly likes me. So i shut down, and i worry. I get obsessive. But i know that pushes people away. So i sit compliantly in my thoughts, let them swarm my brain and eat me alive second by second.

I get these thoughts in my head, I got these thoughts telling me. Convincing me that you didn’t want me around, that you didn’t want me in your life at all, that overall you didn’t care at all what happened because you were tired of me..

I never confronted you about these thoughts, because i fear they’d make you upset. Where you’d point at me and ask me why on earth i would think these things. That maybe, it’d make you feel like you weren’t loving me enough.

How i allowed myself to believe you stopped loving me and caring for me. How i convinced myself i stopped making you happy.

Im sitting here, collecting myself as i write this, I shouldn’t.

Care this much, but, i do. You’ve always told me not to worry, but i always have. i always do.

anyway, i should delete this or draft it but, i dunno. I’m probably just gonna stay at my computer and stare at stuff, it’ll keep me away from alcohol so that’s good i think. I’m at war with myself whether to go to the liquor store or not.

I’m sorry, I led you to believe that, I believed you didn’t love me. I should’ve been better for you, I shouldn’t have allowed my insecurities envelope me to the point of pushing you away. I’m sorry.

#log date

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writeawayjake · 7 years ago

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WIP Chapter 1 second draft!!!

CHAPTER 1

The Swordsman

How had he gotten here? Shirt half soaked in cheap mead, eyes red with lack of sleep, sitting in a dingy tavern far from anywhere that could be considered ‘civilized’. The glory had faded, the shouts of praise had grown quiet, and the days had begun to blur together. Just months of him falling farther and farther south, hitting every tap and tavern on the way down. All he had left was the sword and the memories of what he had gone through to get it… and what he did with it once he had it. Why didn’t you save them? Why weren’t you strong enough? Why? Why? Why? The voice asked. He had hoped the drink would silence it.

“Never seen a man yer size drink this much and still be awake.” The barkeep said, snapping him out of his lamentations.

“Another,” he grumbled to the barkeep, sliding his cup across the bar. It had been worn smooth from countless years of sad sorry bastards like him, drinking themselves stupid every night. He fund himself wondering how long this place had stood, how many years and how many broken men had come and gone since it was built. He ran his hand along the bar, his sense of touch being the only still intact at the moment. The drink had blurred his vision and made the rest of the dimly lit tavern seem like one solid mass of dark colors. The dull candlelight at the bar barely illuminated the barkeep’s already very blurry face. Once again he was snapped out of it by the barkeep.

“You still haven’t paid for the last five, I’ll need the coin ‘fore I pour you another drop.”

Begrudgingly he reached back for the coin purse on his belt. Yes, another, keep going until we can’t feel anything. Until it all goes away. Drink.

Just that simple act was proving difficult, the room was beginning to spin and his extremities were starting to feel numb. “Too much of this stuff will kill you, ya’ know that right?” The barkeep asked.

“Nothin’s killed me yet, why should this?” The Swordsman slurred in response.

He began clumsily looking around for his coin again until a booming voice startled him.

“IT’S HIM!” the voice bellowed. He carefully turned himself in his stool to see a very large, very blurry, bald behemoth with several friends around him. He could tell they were there but for the life of him couldn’t make out any faces. Or be positive that he wasn’t just seeing double.

“Yer ‘im aren’t ya? The Arm. The ‘dawn bringer’ right?”

“I’m no one,” he replied in a grim monotone. You’re a failure. False hero.

“NAH! You’re ‘im! Me and the lads keep hearin’ stories about that sword. Didn’t think it was real.” Turning back towards the bar he tried desperately to ignore the group as he continued looking for his coin purse. He had dealt with enough drunk idiots in recent years to know when one was just looking for a fight. After gaining his current reputation it seemed that every town he visited had someone seeking to test their manhood by taunting him. “I’m sure of it! Yer ‘im! Yer pretty scrawny for a hero, anyone ever tell ya that?” The Behemoth leaned in, “How about it hero? Show us that sword.”

“You don’t want that…” He warned.

But you do. Draw it. Draw it, hero. Kill everyone here. That’s all you’re good for. Most dignity had already abandoned him at this point in his life, but he was just drunk enough to do something stupid and self destructive if given the chance.

“Move along…” he repeated, a grim expression beginning to set in his eyes. The Behemoth came around, moving much closer and his face came into focus; a bent nose that had been broken many times, several scars scattered about, and bulbous shrunken ears. Please, he hoped. Please don’t make me draw. The voice answered back,

You know you want to. Why are you pretending you’re afraid. You want to. Do it. Do it. Do it! Do it!! Do it!!!

“Are you plannin’ on movin’ me?” The Behemoth asked with a sense of dark delight at the prospect. There was a long silence before the Behemoth scoffed and began reaching for the hilt of the sword. Without warning, the Swordsman's skull slammed into the Behemoth’s face with a loud crack, re-breaking his nose. The blow had caused him to fall from his stool and had sent the Behemoth reeling. Letting out a roar of pain he held his hands to his face as blood rushed down his chin.

That’s it! Keep going hero! The voice encouraged.

“AHM GONNA SHOVE THAH SWORD UP YER ASS!!!” He bellowed. As he stumbled back to his feet the Swordsman reached instinctively for his sword but his hand recoiled, almost as if he was horrified of it and slowly his arms fell to his sides.

You useless coward, It hissed.

The Behemoth, still screaming, threw a wild haymaker at the Swordsman’s head and a massive fist landed flush across his cheek, hurling him halfway across the room. It was as if he made no attempt to dodge it. He threw another, and another, each one staggering the Swordsman but he never attempted to fight back or defend himself.

Just let him kill you. There’s nothing here for you. No one who cares if you die in this shithole, it taunted. Fed up the Behemoth finally grabbed the Swordsman and hurled him into a nearby table, sending cups and plates flying. The Swordsman slowly stood back up with a far off look in his eyes and blood trailing out of the cuts on his cheek and brow.

“STAY DOWN!!!” The Behemoth bellowed as he threw yet another punch. Yet this one did not meet its mark and instead the Behemoth received a swift stomp to his knee. A sickening snap and a blood curdling scream could be heard throughout the tavern. The Behemoth began to topple over but before he could hit the floor the Swordsman grabbed his collar.

“No…” The Swordsman said in a chilling whisper, before he began slamming his fist into the Behemoth’s nose over and over with savagery and abandon. Over and over again the Swordsman’s fist met its mark, sending droplets of blood flying this way and that. Pulverizing flesh and crunching bone. Mashing the Behemoth’s face into pulp.

This is all you’re good for. The voice said in an equally terrifying whisper.

The other patrons who still remained in the tavern looked on in horror as they were sure no one could survive such a beating for long. Kill him. Kill him. Burn the world down! It screamed.

The Behemoth’s friends finally decided to intervene, rushing in to try and save their comrade. Two grabbed the Swordsman’s arms and tried to pull him off, one began punching him in the gut and ribs as the last tried to drag the Behemoth from the melee.

As numb as the drink had made him the Swordsman could feel a rib begin to crack under the barrage. Yes. Yes! Hit us harder. Harder!!! Just give up and let them end it! A searing pain ran through his chest as the punches continued. Finally after several mighty blows the friend pulled a knife. A seax that glinted in the dim candle light. There was no way he could have known the kind of mistake he was making. Prior to that, the whole affair had just been a fight to the Swordsman. He’d been able to hold it at bay. He had been able to ignore it, but now, now it was a different matter entirely… Poor bastard, he thought.

Poor bastard. The voice said.

#write #writing #writers #story #stories #storytelling #fiction #fantasy #mywriting #WIP #OC's #PTSD #swords #taverns #alcoholis #trauma #2nd draft #!!!#WriteAwayJake

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impertfectedchoices · 8 years ago

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I Promise - PT.3

Prompt: In a Heartbeat Ship: James X MC POV: (Point of View): James Word Count: 1,653 Tags:

@hhiggs | @destinio1 | @marryjanewaston

Artist Comment: Holaaaaa, So, pardon the, AGAIN, long break. Life’s been kicking my WHO-LE existence 😭.

This one, unintentionally, is going to be a really emotional part. This wasn’t my original plan, but it just… kind of happened. The past two months have been pretty hectic, and I’m really trying my best, But when you go through bs, it seems like you’re alone. A quote I’m gonna be using in this pretty much sums up what I’m going through. And I feel like it fits in this fic too well. So, I hope this comes across well. While writing this part, I actually cried, like, semi-broke down 😭. This hits a real personal note to me, and I hope you guys understand it. So, FAIR WARNING! I’m trying my best to not look at the situation, but how I’m going to get out of it. And your “now” won’t be your “future.” Anyone can come out of a crappy situation and thrive. You just gotta go through the storm. And all that sappy stuff, lel. 💕

PS, This, as well, was on a whim. No planning, drafting, or prethinking about plot before I write…. just gonna try to spot all the spelling errors this time 😂

le’Enjoy!

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8:01pm

It’s feeling like elephants are sitting on my chest, since getting back to the car. I’ve never, necessarily, had problems with my breathing being under control. But sitting here; watching the car lights from main road dance across my windshield, I find that I’m constantly reminding myself to take breaths. The more I force myself, it seems, my breathing gets more shallow. I’m repeatedly feeling on the inside, each attempt to grasp at anything stable. I’ve always been able to zone out, and let my mind center on my sane points. But, as of recent, there’s nothing to feel. Numbness has replaced any form of joy to my life, leaving me a drained form of myself.

From the library, past… past MC’s house, to the highway that took me a few miles away from Hartfeld.

Familiar roads allowed for the holes to appear slowly into the wall I temporarily built up, within a 30 minute time span. I parked, went inside and felt the anxiety creep its way back in. My mind tried to put itself back together, but seemed conflicted with the storm’s leftover mess that wasn’t letting up. Every time I attempted to collect my emotions, regain what stability I believed consumed my existence, something happens to throw my progress out the window to clean, discard, and replace. One fall after the next.

My hands were still, wrapped around the wheel. Never leaves, but tightens every so often. I could feel myself tense up, veins more visible, and the white peaking through from the grip I’d had. I needed to focus on something, Anything.

There’s like… maybe over 30 cars in the parking lot.

40?

Just turned red…

Counted off 5 cars turning right at the light.

…now 6,

Yea, 7.

Turned green.

White… Toyota

Um, think it’s a Camry.

The left side’s light always seems to last lo-

• knock, knock •

Now, just realizing the knocking happening next to me, I’d subconsciously whipped away any traces of emotion left on my face to greet who it’d been. To my surprise, I was greeted back with a less then stable face bundled up in her jacket. Unlocking the door, Abbie walked to the passengers side. I opened the door for her, as she climbed in, with semi-urgency. “W-wow, it’s a lot colder than I thought I’d be today.” She said with a bit of a stuttery smile. It had been getting colder since fall started creeping in, but the temperature rarely came to mind, with everything else taking up room. I tried my best to disguise any strain that I’d been feeling earlier, to save face. “Yeah, falls been catching up on us.” mentioning with a halfhearted smile. As I began fiddling with the knobs; turning switches to adjust the heat, she cleared her throat before she began breaking the silence again, “James,”

Looking back up, her face, almost immediately tensed up. Actually looking at her, you could tell she’d been worn out. She looked as if she’d been crying, and her eyes grew puffier the more seconds passed by. Abbie seemed very resilient at times. But in this moment; just like everyone else, I was stunned to see her so weakened. “Abbie. MC’s going to be oka-“ “Don’t lie,” The cracking in her voice was low, but audible enough to ring throughout my head. “James, ?Kaitlyn and Zack told me everything. I went to meet up with everyone, got inside and… and everyone was just, falling apart. Chis pulled Tyler to the side. And I’ve, I’ve never seen him look so broken. Zach couldn’t even look me in the eyes, and Kaitlyn could barely get enough words out without breaking down mid sentence…” The more she spoke, the more the reality of the situation sunk back into me. “…They told me you left, and that’s not like you. So I had to find you.” She’d been turned directly to me, eyes swelling. Looking down at my steering wheel, my hands at some point fell back into position. Feeling myself tense up, still forcing myself to control my breathing enough to speak, “I just, it was hard for me to stay in there for much lon-“

“JAMES, THAT DOESN’T MATTER!” Wide-eyed, My eyes darted back up to her. Her face had gotten a hint redder than normal, and her expression was drenched with frustration, annoyance, worry, and concern. She had been trying to do what everyone felt was impossible; break through the walls I built up when placed in these circumstances. I understood what she was trying to get accomplished, but of all moments, now wasn’t the time. “Abbie,” Attempting to bite back any amount of sternness in my voices, I continued, “… I know how your feeling right now, this isn’t easy on me either. But the last thing we need to be doing is losing it on each other.” It seemed like everything I was saying, though, was just fueling the fire. “What an excuse. So is this your way of ‘solving the situation?’ Running off and hiding in your car?” “No, but staying in there isn’t going to make it any better.” “So, what is staying locked up in here is proving? All I see is someone running away from their problems!”

I could feel every ounce of me radiate irritation. It was getting harder to swallow it. “So do you truly believe I don’t care about MC? Really?” “If you did, you’d be in that room waiting for her! You already took her for granted before, and to think I thought better of you James. I had high hopes, but she’s given you way too many chances for you to get your act together… and you just SIT HERE! You may have had a lot on you plate, but she’s literally given every chance to fix her schedule to make time for you. And all she can get is a few texts, Time you give her for newspaper club meetings? You literally stand her up to work on some dumb paper when you knew she’d been sick. And no apology? Nothing?”

I’d still been staring at the steering wheel as she spoke. The more she yelled, the tighter my grip had gotten. What she didn’t understand was that this was literally killing every inch of my being inside. It felt like I was falling in this hole; ever since Vasquez passed, plummeting. Im just ready to hit the bottom, look at the distance I have to climb, and start climbing, but there isn’t a bottom. I just keep falling. It never ends. This constant torment doesn’t seem to have an end. And I just want it to be over. Everything emotion warped around in my head together; anger, fustration, sadness, guilt, irritability, brokenhearted-ness, fear, heartache, pain. It all reeked in my body, consuming me as all I could hear in my head was yelling. Abbie’s voice faded out, and all I could here was my subconscious talking: It’s your fault, you should’ve been there, you did this, where were you, she needed you, you weren’t there, your no good for her, she’s wasting her time, your taking her for granted, she deserves better, let her go…

“God James, I would thought you’d learn better from everything you put her through. Even with Vasq-“

BEEEEEEEEP!

“BE QUIET!!!!!”

I slammed my fist into the wheel instinctively. I needed the voices to stop, the agony to stop, I just needed to be able to hear thoughts that were my own. She jumped, looking shocked towards me. She didn’t expect such a response from me.

“Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, it’s not true… it’s not true. I care… I care, I swear.” I’d kept repeating this to myself, extensively tight clutch on the steering wheel, hunched over it.

“I care, I swear I care about her… I love her so much, God. Please, make her okay, i swear I’ll do better I care I care I care She means the world to me she does I need her”

I kept repeating it, over and over again. I needed what I believed to overpower what was going on in my head. But I didn’t have the strength to keep up the facade. They were right, it was my fault. She’s been so stressed because of me. I didn’t deserve her, I should have been a better partner, a better friend, a better boyfriend… I didn’t notice Abbie grab me from my stance and held me. She had been the one consoling me this time around. The hold I had over my emotions just gave out. It felt as if me as a person broke, shattered for the first time, as I was left to face my emotions, instead of disguise them.

“I’m so sorry, MC. I’m so fucking sorry, I’m sor-ry I’m so- I’m so-rryyyy.” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Dropping my face into my hands, my heart wrenched and I dissolved in myself. Shaking, all I could do was replay what she’d told me, making my soul call out for her more;

”I’m fine James, it’s just a small cold. Nothing I… *sniff* can’t handle!”

”I’ll be okay James, I promise.”

”Geez, so mushy.”

”… but I love you too, my darling.”

•LAST •NEXT

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sinners0prayer · 8 years ago

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lmao you know i love negan but i feel i can bring forth my salt to you so i just gotta say I agree that something went wrong with negan, and it was them doing the typical tv show thing of having to make each villain bigger and badder. Except...negan was never more evil than the governor. the gov is objectively the WORST kind of bad guy in the comics and they (thankfully) toned him down in the show

First of all salt is a welcome addition to any meal.

Second, I can’t really pinpoint what went wrong. I was always fine with the changes, making him more evil, like that was fine. But all the ways they went about it, while still trying to point us towards his fate in the comics, it’s like, you can’t have your cake and eat it too.

Either you make Negan a villain unable to be redeemed, or you give him just enough to redeem him. And I’m sorry, Negan’s little chitchat with Gabriel didn’t tug on the mercy strings for me. (Don’t get me wrong, I want Jail Cell Negan like right NOW, but I want it to make sense)

I’m just VERY confused at what they’re doing. If Chandler is leaving the show, and they kill Carl, I just don’t see HOW IT’S POSSIBLE Rick would still spare Negan. I’m not even a Carl stan but Carl is really the point of this show, in my opinion. (Rick is the heart and soul but anyway) Carl is what this world is about, saving it for the kids. Carl is Rick’s everything. (Or he should be) I really don’t see how Carl could die, and Rick wouldn’t go fucking berserk.

I’m just so confused at what they’re planning here. It’s chaos, and I’m hoping that’s the point, like the “how is the gang gonna get out of this jam” sort of thing. Because otherwise there’s a cleanup on Aisle 8 and I’m not picking it up.

IM SO TIRED OF DARYL. That was unrelated but needed to be screamed.

The below is what I wish would happen

If I was in charge of this thing, I would have laid out Negan and the war VERY carefully. Season 8 would end with Negan in the cell, we’d have the two year time jump, things would look grand and we’d have the Whisperers introduced subtly.

Season 9 and 10 would be it. Season 9 would be fast paced, covering Negan’s redemption arc, the whisperers, and from there I’d probably change things because this show is gonna be wrapped up in a bow at the end of season 10.

After the whisperers, I’d probably have a lot of communication developed between the main crew and towns and maybe even states. We didn’t lead people on for 10 years for nothing. Season 10 would be about rebuilding, about characters creating lives.

Season 10/Series Finale:

It’s like at least four years after the war. Negan lives on the outskirts of a town, Maggie is still leader of Hilltop, Carol and Ezekiel rule the Kingdom (yes, Ezekiel is still alive bitch! Shiva would have been too but whatever), and Rick and Michonne ‘rule’ Alexandria, but not really because Rick is done with that shit! But Michonne is still a queen so.

Anyway Judith is like 6 or something, Carl is an adult living at Hilltop with Enid, she’s pregnant. Rick and Michonne are in bliss. Judith is going to school.

And we see conflict, but it’s all ordinary life conflict, like broken horse and buggies, or bad crops, things bad enough to cause worry, but you know theyre gonna figure this shit out!

It ends with the main cast getting together in a way and talking, but not too hokey. Reminiscing. Over their voices we see clips of their life, Negan is chopping wood outside his house, alone, LITTLE HERSHEL IS RUNNING AROUND HILLTOP, all sorts of hopeful “Look where we got” things. But it’s not as cheesy as it sounds, somehow.

Anyway here is my rough draft vision its dumb, I dont write for TV, but you get the gist

Series Finale Final Scenes: Title: New Life

Final Scene A.

[Rick, Michonne, Carl, Maggie, Carol, and Daryl sit around a bonfire in Alexandria]

Maggie: I saw Negan today. Out in Concord ... it’s strange. I don’t feel that anger anymore. I don’t really feel anything. I guess I’ve moved on. -- It all seems so barbaric now.

Michonne: It does.

Maggie: And unfair. Sometimes I wonder why my daddy had to have that happen to him, when in only a few years, we’d be a little more civilized.

Rick: It was the world then. No rhyme or reason for it. It just was.

Maggie: But we fought, so that they [kids] didn’t have to deal with it like we did.

Rick: It just took us a little longer than I would have liked. [Rick looks at Carl]

Carl: That’s not anything you could have helped. I’m proud to have helped make this world what it is now. It wasn’t your fault any of it happened. We all had to do what we felt was right. It didn’t work out for everybody.

Maggie: No it didn’t. And he gets to live out the rest of his life in a peace he knows he doesn’t deserve. He can hold on to that pain. Not me. Not anymore.

Rick: Glenn would be proud of you.

Maggie: Yes, he would be. [soft smile]

Carol: Sometimes I think, Sophia should be here to see this. But the more I go back, the more I think about everything that’s happened...is it wrong that I’m glad she didn’t have to go through it?

Michonne: No. I feel the same way.

Carol: It’s painful, isn’t it?

Michonne: Very. But we made it here so that no one else has to know our pain. Or Sophia’s, or Andre’s.

Carl: And Andrea, Hershel, Dale...Tyreese, Abraham, Sasha. Glenn. No one else has to feel that.

Maggie: Or Beth’s.

Rick: Or Shane’s.

Daryl: The world didn’t make monsters out of us.

Rick: No. But it tried.

Carol: ...It did. At times.

Rick: But we came back. Because we can always come back. We’re not too far gone.

Maggie: And we never will be.

Final Scene B

Scene transition, Rick and Michonne walk home.

Michonne: Do you ever feel like you could have done more? Looking back?

Rick: All the time.

Michonne: Well, we could’ve done worse. [smirk]

Rick: We did alright, all things considered. [returned smirk]

[flirting ensues]

Michonne: You made one good decision, at the very least.

Rick: What’s that?

Michonne: Us.

Rick: Oh, I didn’t decide that. That just happened.

Michonne: Mmhmm.

Rick smiles.

Michonne smiles, closes her eyes and looks away.

Rick: What?

Michonne: I’ll just never get tired of that.

Rick: What?

Michonne: Your elusive smile.

Rick: Well, the feeling goes both ways. You’re the only reason I’m here.

Michonne: Not the only reason.

Rick: No, you are. I would have given up without you.

Michonne: Well, in that case, I’m really glad you let me into the prison.

Rick: Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?

Michonne: Yeah. We’re in a new life now. -- I’m going to walk Carl to the gate, I have to give him that basket.

Rick: Right, I’ll see you inside then.

Final Scene C

Scene transition. Rick is in their bedroom, he gets ready for bed, and lies in the bed, waiting for Michonne to come back.

The camera is at a birds eye view, on Rick’s face. His eyes go back and forth like he’s thinking and envisioning things, remembering. It zooms out, slowly. Rick smiles. Camera stops as it gets past the ceiling. The scene is reminiscent of the first episode. Rick is awake now, but in a better world. Zooming out, but he’s not trapped.

A voice, right before fading to black.

Hey you. Dumbass. Yeah, you in the tank. Cozy in there?

End Series.

#yes i disappeared for two hours writing this

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writingismyhappytime · 8 years ago

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Bucky Barnes (Part 5)

Bucky Barnes x Reader (soon)

Warnings: Language, Violence, ex boyfriends, angst, Bucky to the rescue

You can stop being a jerk at any time, you think, crossing your arms as you listen to Stark address everyone. All the Avengers, or at least the ones on earth, are gathered in the conference room, surrounded by glass walls and expensive electronics.

Rogers is sitting across from you, frowning as he listens, blonde brows drawn together. Bucky sits on his right, looking uninterested. He's not even sure why he had to come to the meeting, if this is another one of Steve's ploys to try to get him more involved with what's going on. After all Bucky has done, with as much guilt as he feels, he just wants to pretend he doesn't exist.

"That's all we know about what's going on so far. Destroying the aliens weapon has got them retreating, but we don't know for how long," Stark is saying, looking down at the phone in his hand. "We can't relax, not until we know for sure they're not coming back for a rematch. Defeating them showed we're a force to be reckoned with, but if they bring friends to the next party ---."

"We'll defeat them too." Rogers says firmly, although you know how unlikely that is. "We're going to defend this world from anyone who thinks they can take it."

So confidant.

"How's the Hydra search going?" Natasha asks, her hands clasped in front of her on the table. "Any news?"

"They're underground again," Stark shrugs his shoulders, but you don't miss the look on Rogers face. "I have sources all over the world looking, but they're good at keeping to the shadows."

Riiiiight.

You purse your lips as you lean back in your chair, wondering how the kitten is doing. You've had him a few days now and he seems like he's gaining weight, he's lively --- you're probably going to need to worm him though. You've gotten him some toys, a little box in the bathroom, and he seems to be making himself at home.

You still need a name for him, though. He's an orange fluff of chaos.

"So far, I think we have a little time to relax." Stark eventually says, the first thing to grab your attention again.

Time to focus on your bakery, you suppose.

You glance at Bucky, his eyes flicking up just as you look at him. You offer him a small smile, one he slightly returns before looking away. You lean against the table, propping your chin on your hand.

Really, you wonder how bad of condition your bakery is in. Is there a lot of structural damage? Can the beam be replaced and everything be fine?

Is everything doomed?

It's doomed, isn't it?

It feels doomed.

You feel your pocket buzz, and you frown as you reach down for your phone, the screen still cracked. Stark obviously hasn't replaced it from the jungle incident, but it still works for the most part. You slide the screen open as you see the unfamiliar number, frowning.

Unknown number: Cora we need to talk

Eh?

The fuck?

Cora?

You hesitate, your eyes flicking around the room before you lean back, dropping your phone into your lap nervously. Is this those Hydra freaks again? You'd told Stark about them, how you'd surprised them with a tree. It's not impossible that they'd get your number, but it's also not a good thing.

You: Who is this ?

Unknown number: an old friend. we need to talk.

You: not until i know who the fuck this is

Unknown number: meet me at your bakery at five.

You: like fuck i am. leave me alone.

You click the screen, making it go dark. You're not meeting anyone like that, that's incredibly suspicious! Freaky, ominous, terrifying --- a bunch of other words you can't currently think of. You're a little curious as to who it might be, how they have your number considering you've switched alias's three-four times.

How did someone from Cora's life make it to this one?

You glance around the room, but everyone is getting into a deep discussion and you're suddenly not interested.

Your phone lights up again, and you tense.

Unknown number: i know youre coming tonight. you never let me down.

Never...?

You: who the FUCK is this?

Unknown number: come tonight and you'll see

Ahuh

You: yeah im not doing that

You stuff your phone into your pocket, deciding to ignore anymore texts you get.

You give the room one more glance, and push away from the table. This conversation doesn't concern you anyway, you're tired. You'd rather stuff carrots in your ears then listen to Stark drone on for another hour.

"Uh, (Y/L/N), where are you going?" he asks the second you stand up, your long hair trailing down your shoulders.

"Uh, I'm leaving," you retort, heading for the glass doors.

"You can't just walk out on an Avengers meeting!" He blusters instantly, and you roll your eyes.

"I'm not an Avenger," you remind him, tugging the door open. "Adios." You give a half salute before walking out, shaking your head at how stupid they all were.

People overcomplicate things.

"That girl I swear," Stark growls as he sees you disappear, crossing his black suited arms. "She doesn't care about anything!"

Bucky sighs, leaning back in his chair. Who had texted you? You'd tensed the moment you'd first looked at your phone, so something was bothering you. The way you'd walked out, all stiff, nervous --- he noticed, even if the others didn't.

Something's wrong.

~~~~~~~

You can't believe you're doing this.

You frown as you stand in front of your bakery, looking at the gutted remains. Your hands slip into your jacket pockets, and you lean back on your heels. This is a bad idea, you know it is. You shouldn't be here, you should've told someone --- yeah, but who? You don't exactly have any friends.

Bucky doesn't count; besides, he would have told you no.

You chew your lip nervously, then tug your phone from your back pocket. Well, it's already a few minutes after five, and you don't exactly see anyone around. This could just be a fluke, some stupid game, and you're the idiot for falling for it.

You sigh, and your fingers tap rapidly across your screen, sending a quick text to Bucky. You hadn't meant to be so abrupt leaving the meeting, but those texts had made you nervous. You'd paced about it all day, the kitten preoccupied with the new toys you'd bought him. He should be okay on his own for a few hours, but you still want Bucky to check on him.

You: can you check on firecracker for me? I'm gonna be at my bakery for a bit

You're honestly a little surprised Bucky knew how to use a cellphone, but it wasn't like he was incased in ice for the time he was brainwashed. He was up to date on technology, although you can't imagine it's easy to text with only one hand --- you don't suppose the metal fingers are much help on a touch screen.

Barnes: sure. Did we forget something?

You: just doing some scoping

You don't have a good excuse honestly. You click your screen, tapping your phone against your lips a few moments. The breeze catches your hair, brushing it off your shoulders; you'd put it up before you left, so it's in a long ponytail now, out of your way. You glance around, your skin crawling, as if someone is watching you.

The street isn't completely deserted, it has the normal occupants, although a lot of them are living in tents in the middle of the street. You send one of your neighbors a wave before you step into the bakery, tugging open the door; you almost feel silly for using it now.

You sigh as you step inside, seeing spiders are already taking occupancy in the corners.

"Enjoy it while it lasts," you murmur, walking around the corner. "I'm going to get this place fixed and you guys are gonna have to move out."

"Still bad mouthing the arachnids, I see."

Huh?

You twist from behind the counter, startled; the door didn't ding, so the person must have come through the giant fucking hole in the wall. So silent, though, you hadn't heard them.

You frown, twisting to face the person. They're wearing a baseball hat pulled low to hide their face, supporting the local ball team. They're clothing is average, red shirt beneath a brown jacket, old jeans over worn shoes.

"Who are you?" You ask warily, crossing your arms. "As you can see, we're closed."

"And still so sarcastic," the man sighs, but his voice is familiar. You tilt your head a little as he tugs on his cap, bringing it up so you can see his face. You tense immediately, staring at him in shock.

No.

No fucking way.

You take a step back instinctively, your flight mode immediately kicking in as you see the guy who'd put you in fifty thousand dollars worth of debt, the one who'd made you have to take a new identity before his fucking loansharks killed you!

"You!"

"Eloquent. You've really not changed any, Cora." Cody laughs, his blonde hair framing his tan face. His blue eyes are pale, and there's a scar across his nose from where he got beat up because he couldn't pay his loans. He was sent to prison from trying to rob a convenience store, and when he'd left, you'd gotten the brunt of his loans just because you were his girlfriend. You were twenty years old, trying to save up, working in a bakery part time.

You hadn't had that sort of cash.

"You shouldn't be out yet," you mutter, tense as he approaches the counter. His sentence was ten years, seven for good behavior, but it hasn't even been that long! He's older looking now, more mature, with broader shoulders and a less desperate look in his eyes. You'd met in a foster home, and your relationship had gone on from there.

"Turns out, people like me don't belong in prisons." Cody shrugs his shoulders as he presses his palms against the counter, glancing around your destroyed bakery. "When we get found out, we get drafted. Just like you did."

Just like... shit.

He knew about the Avengers.

What else did he know?

You narrow your gaze at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"Well," he lifted his hand, snapping his fingers; a small flame appeared above his nail, flickering bright orange and yellow in the dark room. "Turns out, people like my talents. They got me out of prison early."

"People like who?" you ask warily; your heart is beating hard in your chest, you feel like an idiot for not realizing who you'd be meeting. It seems so obvious now, this ex boyfriend who'd caused you so much grief.

"I'm not gonna tell ya," Cody shakes his head, the flame disappearing as he lowered his hand. "But they're interested in you too. They gave me all the details so I could find you."

Find.... fucking Hydra!

"Are you crazy?" you hiss immediately, your eyes flicking nervously to the front of the store. "Hydra?"

He couldn't be serious!

"Ah, so you know them, cool. But yeah. They got me out of prison within the first few years." Cody was always a talker, so you're not surprised you're going to get his whole "back story drama." You're not interested, the moment you realized who he worked for, you were ready to bolt. You couldn't leave out the back door, though, considering there was still a wrecked car smooshed against the other side.

"I don't care," you snap, restlessly shifting. "What do you want? I don't want anything to do with them!"

"Don't get all hasty, Cor. You don't want to make any kind of decisions like that spur of the moment." He says, glancing over his shoulder, and your eyes follow; did he bring others here?

"Please don't tell me you brought them here." Your voice tightens; you don't want to deal with that scary bald guy again!

"What? No way." Cody instantly shook his head. "I wanted this meeting to be between us. I mean we haven't seen each other in years!"

"It's not been long enough!" You hiss, glaring at him. "Do you know what sort of trouble you got me in, Cody? Those loan-sharks were going to kill me because of you! I had to disappear and I lost everything!"

"Hey, it looks like stuff worked out for you!" he defended himself. "You got yourself a fancy bakery now, dontcha? Don't be such a whiner!"

"Whin --- get the fuck out!" You snarl, feeling your temper flare. "I can't fucking believe you'd show your face after all these years! Did you think I'd just forgive you after what you did?"

"Well, I, uh, thought after all this time ---."

"Fuck you!" You take a step, tempted to drop the ceiling on his head. "You're so --- I can't believe you! What the hell is wrong with you? I never want to see you again, I told you that!"

"Yeah, in a shitty letter six years ago!" You're pissing him off, but you don't care! You stride around the counter, your eyes on the door. "You sent me a letter, you never even visited me in prison!"

"You're the one who was stupid enough to rob a store!"

"It was your fault! If you had come with me, everything would have been fine!"

"I told you I didn't want to do that anymore!" You hiss, your chest tightening; you'd done a lot of shady shit, but you'd had to to survive. You'd stopped when you'd gotten a steady job, when you hadn't been so worried about sleeping on the streets anymore. "I was tired of that sort of life! I had a job, we were going to be okay ---!"

"No we fucking weren't! Do you think that rent came easy for me, Cora?" Cody steps in front of you, blocking your way out. "I was trying my fucking hardest to make sure we survived! That shitty apartment was expensive, and ---."

"And we could have made it!" You press, wishing he'd understand. "We could have made it, and you never would have had to worry about taking out loans! What did you even need that much money for!? Did you really think we could pay it back!?"

"I --- I wanted to get us a house, alright?" Cody flushes, and you pause slightly, staring at him.

"What?"

"I wanted a house. Somewhere we could stay that didn't have rats, with an actual yard. I thought if I had enough money, that I could find us somewhere. Y'know, be normal."

Normal?

"We're not normal people, Cody." You mutter, shaking your head. "We weren't born that way."

"But it's what I wanted for us." He says, his shoulders slightly slumping, and your eyes flick nervously to his face. "I wanted normal. I wanted easy."

"Then you should have bought a house." You sigh, crossing your arms. "You shouldn't have gambled all that money away."

"I was a stupid kid, okay? I thought I could double it! Get enough to pay some of it back!"

"Well, it was foolish! Look at the trouble it got you in!"

"Well sorry I didn't have my head on my shoulders like you always did!" He snaps defensively, reminding you of how childish of a person he's always been. "I tried my best!"

You stare at him, feeling your chest start to hurt. You can't stand to look at him, it brings back too many memories. You need to go, you never should have come here. You never should have seen him again.

And Hydra?

How could he be so foolish?

They were awful!

Did he not know what they did?

You swallow, looking away from him.

"I need to go," you mutter, but his hand closes around your arm before you can.

"Cora, please," he begs, tightening his grip so you can't leave. "Let's just talk about this. Come back with me."

"No way!" You strain back from him, twitching at his touch; he'd always been too rough with you when you were dating, you realize that now. You know the signs of an abusive relationship. but as a kid he'd been all you had, the light in the darkness. He'd taken care of you, helped you get on your feet, made you realize you weren't the only freak in the world of normal people. You both had a gift, it's what brought you together --- ultimately, it destroyed you as well.

"Do you know what those people do?" You demand, wincing as his fingers dig into your jacket sleeve, your arm starting to ache. "What their plans are?"

"Some bullshit about taking over the world, yeah. It's not like they'll ever succeed." Cody snorts. "People won't let them. But they got me out of prison, I can't bounce on them, Cora."

You fucking hate that name!

Fuck it!

You'd changed your name twice since then, and lately you'd gotten used to hearing your birth name. Why did you think Cora was ever nice sounding?

You hate it so much.

"Just --- let go, Cody! I'm not going anywhere with a fucking idiot like you!" You finally wrench away, taking a few steps back. "Get out of here or move out of my way!"

"Don't turn me down," He presses, his entire body tensing. "Don't do that."

"I don't want anything to do with you!"

"Cor ---."

"Stop calling me that!" Your voice rises nearly into a shriek as you glower at him, and you see something move out of the corner of your eye. He's always been able to get under your skin, make you lose control; it's like he's your kryptonite. "Leave me alone!"

"Don't raise your voice at me! We both know this is the best option!"

"Stop trying to make choices for me that I don't want!" It's like deja vu as you hiss at him, taking another step back, trying to put some distance between you. You want to run away, you want to get as far as possible. You don't want anything to do with him, or those stupid Hydra people! They're all stupid and ridiculous and ---.

You run.

Cody's blocking the way to the front, so you turn tail, making a mad dash around the counters and towards the back. You're hoping you can just move the car with your power --- if you can take down an alien ship, this should be easy, right?

You make it around and to the kitchen door before he catches up with you, his hand latching onto the back of your jacket and dragging you back. You shriek in alarm as he slings you, causing your to crash into the wall so hard your head rings.

Shit!

You turn just as his hand presses by your face, the heat so hot from his palm you strain away.

"You have to come with me," he hisses, his hand still tight in your jacket. He presses harder against you, forcing you to stay against the wall. You could throw him across the room, out the window, into the sky if you wanted, and yet ---- you can't make anything work. Your eyes are wide in fear, and your throat is so tight you can't speak. You're frightened of him, that teenage fear is overwhelming you again.

In the beginning, you'd been afraid of losing him, but towards the end of your relationship --- you'd been afraid to even see him. He'd gotten rough, and although he'd never outright hit you, the grabbing, the jerking around and the yelling, it had gotten to be too much. You knew he was stressed back then, those sharks had been all over him for that money, but still, that was no excuse.

He was selfish.

You don't want him touching you.

"Get off me!" You snarl, your nails digging into the wall as you squirm. "Let go!"

"Come with me peacefully and this will be okay," He says, his voice inches from your ear. "If you don't, Hydra is going to get you kicking and screaming. If you come willingly, there won't be any problems."

"Fuck you!" How's that for eloquent?

You hear him give a frustrated sigh, and about the time you make the decision to bring your foot back as hard as you can, he's letting go of you with a gasp. You blink, your head turning as you see him go sailing into the kitchen with a flash of silver.

Eh?

You didn't do that.

Your head turns, eyes widening as you see what's happened.

"Bucky!" You shriek, seeing his metal hand wrapped around Cody's neck, lifting him up against a row of cabinets. Your ex boyfriend squirms, his hands wrapped around the metal wrist. Your eyes flick to Cody in fright before back to Bucky.

What the hell!?

"Put him down!" You gasp, hastily stepping up. Your hand curls around Bucky's shoulder, feeling the muscles strain at your touch. "Bucky!"

"No! Who the hell is this guy!?" Bucky demands, his blue eyes flicking to yours, jaw clenched. He'd thought something weird was going on, so he'd come to the bakery. He'd only caught the end of the conversation, heard you shriek and then saw this guy holding you against the wall. He's not sure why you didn't defend yourself, but he'd instinctively come to your rescue.

"I'm her boyfriend, asswipe," Cody rasps, his face turning a bright red. You can see blood on his lips, and you don't know if Bucky hit him or not.

"Boyfriend!?" Bucky seems startled.

"Ex!" You say hastily. "He's not --- that was years ago, he's ---."

You don't know what to say, this is turning to shit!

"Just put him down!" Your voice is strained, panicked --- what are you supposed to do?

Bucky hesitates, his metal grip flexing before he takes a step back, releasing Cody and letting him collapse to the ground. You stare at the blonde man, not going to his side, you don't care that much. He coughs, his hand rising to his throat in pain.

You're still holding onto Bucky.

Bucky turns to you, seeing your face is bloodless.

What the hell is going on?

Cody finally staggers to his feet, looking wounded. "You're gonna regret that," he growls, cutting his eyes at Bucky.

"Don't!" You snap, but Cody ignores you. His hand raises, and you feel Bucky tense, his body going rigid as flames suddenly eat at the blonde mans palm and fingers, lashing angrily up at the air. His arm sweeps in front of you, attempting to shield you; he always has to be a gentleman, doesn't he?

"Cody!"

"No one fucking touches me like that!"

Yeah right!

Your eyes flick to the faucet, and the squeaky knobs twist, water starting to trickle out of them. Cody glances over nervously before back at you.

"I'll do it," you warn him. "I'll drench you."

"Cora ---."

"Don't fucking call me that!" You hiss, pressing at Bucky's arm in front of you. "So help me God, I will drown you."

You remember exactly why you left him now.

Cody hovers a moment, and the water pressure increases. He winces, the flames immediately disappearing from the air, although the heat remains. He glances around nervously, and Bucky presses, forcing the two of you to step back.

Cody leaves.

He just --- he glances at you as he passes by, but he doesn't make another move. He just tucks his tail and escapes while he has a chance. His blue eyes are burned into your mind, though, the look in them --- nothing is ever easy, huh?

~~~~~~~

You step into your apartment, feeling exhausted. Bucky closes the door behind you, completely silent. He'd been quiet the entire walk home, and that's what makes everything worse; usually there's some small talk, a little chatter, not this --- cold shoulder?

It's making you even more tense.

You glance behind you, seeing a streak of orange as the kitten comes racing across the room. You kneel, catching him just as his teeth latch into your shoe laces. You sigh as you lift him up into your arms, not caring if you get orange hair all over your shirt.

"Hey, fireball," you mumble, rubbing his head until he purs. "You have fun by yourself?"

You walk to the kitchen, sitting him on the table as you go to get some milk, your mind buzzing. You don't want to think, you don't want to talk about what just happened. You want to go and get some milk, heat it, and give it to the kitten. You never want to explain to Bucky what just happened.

Ever.

Or anyone, for that matter.

Bucky waits, watching as you warm the milk, a blank look on your face. He's furious, his hands are clenched at his sides, and if he opens his mouth he knows he's going to say something he regrets. What the hell is going on with you? That guy was an ex? When? Where?

"(Y/N)."

You wince.

You lean down, setting the saucer on the tiled floor before reluctantly straightening and looking at him, twisting your fingers nervously.

"What?"

"Who was that?"

"That... that was..." You flounder a moment; what all did he hear? Did he know about Hydra? Hydra wasn't Bucky's problem, it's yours. You can handle them, you can run and find a nice place to hide --- Canada is nice this time of year.

You frown, glancing at the windows before you begin to shirk out of your jacket, tossing it along the back of a chair as your hands go to your hips.

Well.

Shit.

What a day.

"He's... he should be in prison." You bite your lip, glancing nervously at Bucky as he neared you. He kept the table between the two of you, the sounds of the kitten lapping at milk the only noise. "He... I was a kid, and he was..."

You don't know where to start, you've never had to before.

You exhale heavily, pressing your hands against your face.

You can't do this.

You just need to go.

You need to get your things, and just leave.

"Did he hurt you?" Bucky asked after a moment, sounding startled. You lower your hands, blinking when he's already in front of you.

"What?"

He reaches forward, and you look down, seeing the vague marks on your arm where Cody had grabbed you. You wrinkle your nose, twisting, but they're not that bad; he didn't mean too.

Yeah, that's the line you need to repeat to yourself.

Bucky frowns, his fingers lightly brushing the marks. He doesn't like them on you, and he especially didn't like who put them there. It makes him angry, an anger that burns in the pit of his stomach for days. He wants to go back, hit that guy, make him whimper in pain.

"Don't worry about it," your voice interrupts his thoughts, his blue eyes flicking to your face. "I've had worse, obviously."

"That doesn't mean it should be there."

"Don't go all knight in shining armor on me, Bucky." You snap restlessly, stepping away from him; you don't like being so close. "Why were you even there, huh? Were you following me?"

"You acted weird today, I just wanted to make sure you were alright." He mutters, looking a little guilty. "Something was wrong."

Obviously.

"That gives you no right ---."

"Are you mad at me because I helped, or because I interrupted him?" Bucky snaps, the first time he's ever sounded cross with you. You dislike it instantly, it reminds you of the person he is, what he can do. You immediately don't like him angry, but you're not going to back down at all! You're tired of that!

"It was none of your business!"

"When it concerns Hydra, it's all of our business!" He spit back at you, seeing your face whiten.

He'd heard that?

You hadn't wanted him to know about that!

"It --- just --- just let it go!" You take another step back, your palms growing damp as you press them against your jeans. "Please, Bucky, just ---."

"You don't want me to tell, do you?" Bucky stares at you incredulously. "You're in danger, that man is Hydra, and he can ----."

"I know what he can do." Your face pinches. "Trust me. He's a danger to himself and everyone else, but he's supposed to be in prison! He shouldn't be out, he shouldn't ---."

You squeeze your eyes shut as you turn away from him, sucking in a deep breath. Even talking about it is hard!

"I just... I need to go." you finally say, opening your eyes, staring at the bare wall. "I just need to get out of here."

"You want to run." Bucky's voice is flat.

"I have too." You turn, gazing at him. "It's what I'm good at. I can get out of here, I can disappear again. He won't be able to find me this time, the ---."

"Hydra will always find you, no matter where you go." Bucky's voice is bitter, and that look is in his eyes again --- sad, wounded. "I've tried running, I've tried fighting, none of it works. This is the only place I've ever been where I've found some resemblance of peace."

You don't want to hear that.

"I don't want to be trapped here."

"You're not trapped. This isn't a prison."

"You say that, but I don't have a choice. I'll go to prison if I don't help you people," you mutter, tucking your hair behind your ears as it escapes your band. "If I don't stay around, Coulson will have me sent off for identity theft."

"No, he won't," Bucky crosses his arms. "He won't do it, he just says that. Besides, with your power, you have nothing to worry about. You can fight anyone off."

"But I don't want to hurt them. I just... I want to be left alone, why is that so hard?" Your voice is miserable, and your eyes are burning; all you've ever wanted was to have a bakery, a normal life, hand out treats to make people smile. It's the only way you know to make anyone happy, and it's all that you're good at. You've worked over a decade for it, and now it's all crumbling around you! Everything is going to hell and you don't know what to do!

What do you do!?

Your throat swells, and you hastily wipe at your eyes, but that doesn't stop the tears from falling. Bucky tenses the instant he sees the glisten on your cheeks, and the look in your eyes --- he knows that. You feel lost, devastated because everything you care about is crashing and burning around you.

He knows exactly.

"Don't do that," he mumbles, stepping up to you. He's not sure why his thumb brushes at your tears, why he feels such a strong need to comfort you. "Don't."

"So, sweet," you snort, cheeks heating in embarrassment. You don't mean to cry in front of him, that's not like you, they'd just --- happened. You feel miserable all over again, just like as a child. You can't seem to get your life together no matter what you do.

The moment Bucky mentions what happened, you'd never be able to leave the tower. Any sense of freedom you have would end, you'd be trapped. You want to be able to go outside, you want to be able to go out and get the things you want.

You want normal.

Why can't you have normal?

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spaceywormy · 8 years ago

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hey wanna see the first draft for my short story for creative writing class? no? i’m posting it anyway

Yellow Tape

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it,” Alex says, curling the cord of his earbuds around his fingers.

“Are you kidding me? You’re not some white guy in Hawaii, Ax!” DJ argues, turning around to walk backwards, facing his friend. “I beg of you, remove the goddamn floral button-down.”

“Never,” Alex says dramatically. “It’s hot out, I couldn’t wear my sweater.”

“But why did you wear a floral button-down?! It’s like you do this just to piss me off.”

Alex looks over at DJ with one eyebrow raised, a smug smile on his face. DJ goes to knock his baseball hat off, but the back of his foot catches on the uneven pavement and he stumbles backwards. He lets out a high-pitched squeak as he falls, his backpack catching the brunt of the fall. He looks up to see Alex trying and failing to hold in laughter. Alex helps him up, and they continue the walk home.

“At least I’m dressed for summer,” Alex says, bumping DJ’s shoulder with his own as he walks beside him. “I thought you were gonna pass out today in gym with your giant hoodie.” DJ elbows Alex in the ribs, which starts a shoving-fight that eventually ends with DJ stumbling into his front yard fence. A small mutt comes running up to the fence, barking like mad. DJ laughs and reaches over the fence to pet his dog, Mikha, who snaps at his hand before licking it and quieting down.

“Wanna come in?” DJ asks, turning towards Alex. Alex is staring down the road with a blank look on his face, eyes slightly glazed over. “Alex?”

Alex blinks and seems to come back to reality, shaking his head slightly. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if you wanted to come in.” DJ leans against the fence and drops his worn backpack on the ground next to him. “I’ve got food, and Apocalypse of the Damned 2.”

“No, I should, um… I should get home. The sun’s gonna set soon.”

DJ frowns, staring at his friend. “I thought your parents didn’t care.”

For a moment, Alex looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “Oh, I-- They’re, uh, starting to care more, y’know?

DJ pushes himself off the fence and takes a couple steps towards Alex, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”

Alex shrugs him off. “I’m doing fine. My parents just want me home tonight, I dunno why.” His voice is slowly getting more annoyed, and DJ backs off.

“Okay, whatever you say.” He sighs, not wanting the day to end on a bad note. “I’ll… see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Alex nods. “Later.” He starts walking down the road to his house, not looking back once. DJ frowns and opens his gate, nudging Mikha back with his foot. Mikha whines, looking up at him.

“You know me so well,” DJ says quietly, closing the gate and sitting down on the grass. Mikha jumps into his lap and licks his face, making him laugh and push his dog away. “Mikha, down! It don’t feel right to be laughing.” DJ notices a nearly torn apart tennis ball lying a few feet away and stretches to grab it, tossing it across the small backyard. Mikha goes wild, running after it and barking. DJ gets up and leans over the fence to grab his backpack before heading inside, closing the door before Mikha can ram himself into the gap and get inside too.

DJ runs upstairs and throws his backpack onto his bed, taking his phone out of his back pocket. He’s not sure what it could be, but he feels like he did something wrong when he was talking to Alex. It’s not like Alex to get annoyed at him like that, especially after something as small as pushing too much during a conversation. He feels the need to apologize indirectly anyways, so DJ dials Alex’s number and starts pacing around his small bedroom.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. It stops ringing.

DJ pulls the phone away and stares at it, frowning. He sits down on his window ledge, leg starting to bounce as he sends Alex a question mark via text. Alex replies a moment later with “srry, cant talk. whst is it”

DJ responds back with “uh wanna have a sleepover? i got lotsa food” He waits for five minutes, staring anxiously at his phone. As soon as he had sent the text, it showed that Alex had read it. After four minutes, the three bubbles indicating that Alex is typing pop up before disappearing. They repeat this for a full minute before a short response comes in. “cant, i think im getting sick”

“that sucks,” DJ types back, lying on his back in the window seat and pressing his feet against the miniature ceiling of it. “i can bring u uhhh soup or smth”

“m jsut gonna rest.” Alex’s final response concerns DJ. Alex doesn’t have autocorrect turned on, but it’s usually a red flag that he’s upset when he’s making typos. DJ goes to ask if he’s okay, but remembers how Alex reacted when he asked that earlier today. He gives up and puts his phone down, sitting up on the seat. His stomach grumbles and he gets up to stretch and walk downstairs. His mother had left a small note on the counter, listing what she’d bought and what’s being saved for a family reunion coming up next week.

DJ grabs a soda and walks over to the couch, flopping onto his back and turning on the television. Nothing good is on, so he switches to the news to serve as background noise. As he stares at the ceiling, something catches his ear.

“The gang of rogue scalebloods known as the Talon Ring are now travelling the country, terrorizing local youths. The president has theorized that the gang is infecting people by awakening the dragon blood that may be in their systems,” the reporter on the tv says. DJ sits up and stares at the screen as pictures start flashing across it. “Half-scales all over the country are being harassed by humans who believe that any blood containing scales should be spilled.” The report suddenly stops, and switches to another scene with a man speaking urgently.

“This is breaking news for the area of Lake Fortitude. Rogue scalebloods assumed to be affiliated with the Talon Ring were seen wandering the streets of at eleven-am today. Authorities urge you to lock your doors and windows, especially half-scales. Police are searching the city for the gang. Updates on the situation will come hourly. Stay safe, citizens of Fortitude.”

DJ stares at the screen, mouth hanging open. The Talon Ring, patrolling Fortitude. No way. He springs off of the couch and runs to the front window, staring out into the street. He doesn’t see anything, save for a couple of his neighbors closing their shutters or drawing their curtains. DJ lets in Mikha and feeds him, foregoing a meal for himself. His stomach is turning slightly and he’s lost his appetite.

Alex.

The thought hits him like a brick. DJ sits up, eyes wide as he snatches his phone out of his pocket and dials Alex’s number. He stares out the window at the darkening sky, relief flooding his chest when he hears Alex pick up.

“Hello?” Alex’s voice sounds scratchy, almost distorted.

“Are your parents home?” DJ demands.

“What? No.” Alex seems to realize his mistake and scrambles to fix it. “I mean-- uh--”

“I’m coming over.”

“Wait, no, you don’t know-- just, no, don’t come over” Alex begs. DJ hesitates at the sincerity and desperation in Alex’s voice, but his mind is set.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.” DJ hang up and grabs his backpack, setting his books aside and grabbing a first aid kit and a pocketknife, shoving them in alongside a phone charger and a sketchbook. He slings the backpack over his shoulder and makes sure he locks the front door behind him as he leaves.

Alex doesn’t live too far from DJ. DJ lives on Elk Street and Alex lives on South Niman, which is only three blocks from Elk. DJ walks quickly down the street, looking behind him every few seconds. Squirrels dropping acorns from the trees turn into menacing footsteps that have DJ whirling around with his knife halfway out of his pocket after every other step. He feels his heart starting to beat faster and takes a moment to calm himself down, decidedly avoiding having a panic attack in the street. He doesn’t have much time to keep walking, though, before three police cars zoom past him and turn down Alex’s street in the distance. DJ feels his stomach drop as the worst possibility becomes the only thing he can think about. DJ starts to run.

Worn tennis shoes slap against the pavement, accompanied by the frantic breathing of the sprinting teenager. DJ turns a sharp corner, nearly tripping over himself. He keeps running regardless, not stopping until he sees a familiar house in the distance. He stops for a moment, and his heart seems to stop beating as he sees three police cars surrounding the house, lights flashing. He feels heat building up behind his eyes and doesn’t bother blinking it away before breaking back into a run, racing up to the house. As he gets closer, a police officer outside steps towards him and puts a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back slightly.

“Sorry kid, you can’t be here,” the police officer tells him.

“What happened?” DJ speaks past the lump in his throat, jerking the hand off his shoulder. He know he looks and sounds frantic and probably a little insane, but he couldn’t care less.

“Go home,” the officer says firmly. “You can’t be here.”

“Where’s Alex?!”

“I’m not gonna tell you again, kid--” The officer is cut off by a strangled, bloodcurdling scream from inside the house. DJ feels his heart drop from his throat to his shoes. He shoves past the officer, ignoring her shouting. He runs as fast as he can to the front door and throws it open, only to be greeted by something that makes his entire body go numb.

Alex is curled up on the floor of his living room, breathing heavily. The back of his sweater is torn to shreds and absolutely soaked in blood. Protruding from his head at the hairline are two small horns, and sticking out from his back are two glossy wings, dripping in blood. DJ feels himself stumbling backwards, his head buzzing and his mind reeling. The house is completely dark, and out of the shadows steps a creature. A creature with large green wings, two twisted horns on her head, and a thin, shining tail that tapers to a serrated point. A scaleblood.

The woman looks surprised at DJ’s appearance, but her face quickly morphs into a smug smile. Her eyes are a blend of green and yellow, and they feel like they’re burning into DJ’s skull.

“This your friend?” she asks, pointing down at Alex. DJ looks back down at Alex, whose panting has turned to pained whimpering. His new wings are twitching, and each movement draws a small, heartbreaking shriek of pain from him.

“What did you do?” DJ whispers, breaking out of his petrified state to kneel beside his friend.

“I brought him to life,” the woman answers smoothly. “You’re welcome.”

“It--” DJ swallows the lump in his throat and tries to put as much venom into his voice that he can. “It doesn’t look like it.” His voice wobbles, and the venom falls short.

DJ looks down at his friend, who’s shaking like a chihuahua. He sees tears streaming down Alex’s face and reaches down to brush one away, but jerks his hand back as Alex screams “No!”

“How do I help him?” DJ asks, looking up to stare at the scaleblood.

The smirk drops from the woman’s face, and she looks up at the police officers waiting for command outside the house. Guns are aimed at the windows, and more cars are pulling up behind the three stationary ones. “Go,” she says quietly. “Take him away from here. The other Talons and I will make a distraction. Take him to the sea.”

“To the sea?” DJ blanches. “Are you insane?”

“He needs it,” the woman insists, kneeling on the other side of Alex. “Go, now.”

DJ looks from the woman’s face down to Alex, who’s trying to take steadying breaths.

“Okay.”

After wrapping Alex’s wings and back with as much cloth and gauze as he can find, DJ sits back and looks at his backpack. He shoves his phone in his hoodie pocket along with his charger, and keeps the knife in his jeans pocket. He takes the small bottle of antiseptic from the first aid kid and puts it in his jeans pocket. He looks down at his backpack and nods to himself, turning away from it. He nudges Alex. “I’m gonna carry you, okay?” he says gently. “Like a koala.” Alex nods wordlessly, still staring at the floor. DJ picks him up with difficulty, holding him like a baby. Alex buries his face in DJ’s shoulder, holding on tightly.

“Where do I go?” DJ asks the woman. “We’re surrounded.”

The woman’s wings fold out and she gestures towards the back door. DJ carries Alex out into the backyard and the woman grabs him, lifting him up into the air. As they’re lifted over the roof of the house, DJ sees five other scalebloods burst out the front door and attack the police. He forces himself to look away as guns go off and screams rip through the air, most of which coming from humans. He hears Alex make a pained noise and holds him tighter.

The woman drops the two of them on the rocky shore of Lake Fortitude. She drops to the ground, her wings drooping as she catches her breath. DJ loosens his grip on Alex but doesn’t let go, scooting backwards on the rocks. The woman stands up after a moment and looks at them both.

“Good luck, kid,” she says to DJ. “You’ve got a dragon on your hands now.” With that, she stretches her wings and shoots into the air, flying back in the direction of Alex’s neighborhood.

DJ looks down at Alex and pinches his arm to get his attention. “I’m gonna let go, ‘kay?” Alex nods, and DJ carefully lays him down on the rocks. DJ stands up, looking out onto the lake. He reaches into his hoodie pocket and takes out his phone. He turns it on and sends a text to his parents: “i love you. i’ll be back one day.”

He makes sure it sends before shutting off his phone and throwing it as far as he can, watching it disappear into the dark water with a distant splash.

wow what a journey if you’ve made it this far, i uhh applaud you cause this is long and hard to read if you didn’t like it, pleeeaaase drop an ask and tell me what i can change!! i wanna Learn and get a good grade on my assignment

#i dunno what to tag this as but it's pretty gay #like not e x t r e me l y gay cause it's for school but like #it's still gay don't question me #not art

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