#unfortunately I'm in America and everything is going to hell

[wileys-russo]

two wheels II l.williamson

"-so this time, i'm gonna let go." you warned as leah tensed, knuckles turning white as she gripped the handlebars like they could fall off at any second. "no you're not." the blonde shook her head frantically as you bit back a smile.

"yes lee, I am."

the two of you stood together in a vacant lot behind the adidas training centre, leah only agreeing to the lessons so long as no one would be able to see her.

you knew she’d copped a lot of schtick after the last bike incident and as much as she brushed it off and laughed and joked, you knew it got to her.

which is what lead to these little private lessons so that you could help her build up her confidence while not making it obvious she was lacking in any. your girlfriend was an incredibly proud and stubborn woman wether she wanted to admit to it or not, so you knew the only way she’d agree would be if these were kept a secret from everyone else.

there was a thin dirt road that lead in and out of the tennis courts from the rest of the complex, but most of your team mates tended to use the main paths out front so it was unlikely anyone would come through and interrupt the two of you this time of day.

the private lessons also meant leah had to skip afternoon tea which you knew she was not happy about, but none the less she’d begrudgingly agreed. even if it had also meant the entire team assuming the two of you had snuck away for some ‘private time’ but those jokes rolled over the two of you like water, you’d been together for years and leah had no issue discussing just how much she adored you.

"leah. my love you're going to be fine, you've got this alright? just pedal." you affirmed calmly, sounding leagues more confident in her than leah actually felt. her knees began to knock and her forehead was prickled with sweat, her brows knitted together in a frown of grave concern.

all the flashbacks of what happened in america were flipping through her head like an old movie she couldn’t turn off, but leah did her best to just zone in on you and your voice and block everything else out.

so finally getting the older girls cautious nod of approval you began to run, hands wrapped tightly on the cool metal of the bike as leah started to pedal furiously.

"okay lee, go!" you shouted, releasing your grip on both leah and the bike, lips curling into a smile as leah relentlessly pumped her legs.

"baby you're doing it!" you cheered proudly, launching your fists into air with a yell of approval. leahs laughter echoing around the air at the surprise that she was actually riding a bike.

the defenders face spread into a shit eating grin as she sped up, heading away hard and fast from the place you’d started in.

sprinting off after her your own laughter echoed around, bouncing off the trees and raining down around leah as a smile built on the older girls face, reality whizzing past her in a chaotic blur of greens, blues and browns as she ventured further out into the complex.

"go on, you're really doing it! you're riding a bike again lee!" you hopped onto a nearby bench and cupped your hands over your mouth, yelling out proudly after your girlfriend, who made the unfortunate mistake of glancing over her shoulder with a wolfish grin at your encouragement.

the blonde suddenly careered left toppling over at high speed, both her body and the bike skidding sideways along the road before coming to an abrupt halt.

"oh shit she's not doing it!" your eyes widened at the crash before scrambling off of the fence post you'd climbed onto and racing over.

"love are you okay?" you asked breathlessly, eyes wide with worry as you dropped to her knees beside her. "fucking hell that hurt." leah managed to groan out, pushing the bike off of her and slowly sitting up.

"well, you were riding a bike." you joked in an attempt to lighten the mood, biting down on your bottom lip to hold back a smile.

"don't." leah warned seriously, face twisted into a grimace of pain, holding her leg where a large gash had opened, training sweats ripped in bloodied tatters around her right knee.

"i'm not." you lied, cheeks sucked in to hold back your amusement as even leah's own lips began to twinge into a ghost of a smile, and with one shared look both your resolves cracked.

your combined laughter encompassing the space around you you fell onto your back, holding your stomach which was beginning to hurt from laughing so hard. leah laid down beside you laughing just as much, both of you reaching out to find one anothers hands.

"oh baby you were going so well!" you managed to get out as your chest heaved, taking shallow breaths to try and control your amusement.

"yeah till my fucking body and the ground decided to become acquainted." leah groaned out, holding her sides which burned both from the fall and her laughter. your bodies still vibrating with amusement you heaved yourself onto your stomach, crawling over to her and picking the leaves from her hair.

"i love you." you smiled, laughter ceasing into small giggles as you ducked down and feverishly kissed her, leahs hands wrapping around your back and holding you tightly.

"most of the time you would use your brakes to stop though, not your body." you pulled away and corrected seriously, leah throwing her head back with a bark of laughter and a groan as you pulled a twig off her training top.

"oh god babe please stop making me laugh, it hurts!"

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before anyone sends me asks about it yes this is an edited/updated repost of mine! no it’s not plagiarised unless i’m stealing from myself

[highfantasy-soul]

Let's talk about Heather and willful ignorance

Fisk has been in the public eye of NYC for at least 10 years at this point.

He has been very publicly prosecuted twice by none other than Matthew Murdock and his now-deceased best friend and law partner Foggy Nelson where Fisk was found guilty and punished.

Even if you missed Fisk's criminal behavior (buying the FBI and police on SEPARATE occasions), all that 100% came out and was drug through the public eye again when he ran for mayor.

Heather HAS to know about Fisk and what Matthew - HER BOYFRIEND - thinks about him/his history with the man. So does she not care, or is she still feigning ignorance?

When she agreed to take him and Vanessa as clients, it's normal for therapists of high-profile people to look into them to understand their struggles that are public knowledge, so she SHOULD have done her due diligence on their past so she could actually help them in the present - did she or did she not do this?

Then, she's concerned that Vanessa is in a dangerous situation with Fisk - due to her own observations of Fisk's behavior. Why is she now annoyed Matt isn't comfortable with Fisk??

ADD TO THAT Fisk's man showed up at MATT'S apartment - a location Heather, we assume, has not given to Fisk as to where she stays - and she's not concerned about this?? Knowing Matt's history with the man, her own misgivings about Fisk's violent nature, AND the task force that she HAS to know has been coming under a lot of scrutiny and litigation from the ACLU??

Either she's being willfully ignorant, she thinks nothing can harm her and 'well, I don't like his past, but vigilantes are an issue, so I'll let everything slide', OR she knows exactly what's going on and she's choosing to act maliciously in the series.

The GALL to be upset at Matt not liking that her client is the man who made his life hell and now is THREATENING them by showing he knows EXACTLY where she is without her telling him pushes the bounds of belief.....if we weren't living in a President Trump America.

Unfortunately, Heather's actions aren't 'unrealistic'. They're very, very real and apparent to all Americans who have been paying attention.

Willful ignorance and claiming 'I'm still a good person' while stepping aside to let people like Fisk and Trump run roughshod over everyone else in their pursuit of more power - that's a very real and very insidious viewpoint a LOT of Americans hold.

Heather is depressingly realistic and Matt needs to get out of that relationship FAST.

You do not have to baby people who choose to be willfully ignorant and refuse to stand against harm - ESPECIALLY if the person/group has DIRECTLY harmed you, THEIR PARTNER!!!!!

---

This isn't even getting into how Heather handled Pointdexter's request to meet with Matt (being hired and groomed by Fisk in the past - and the person who KILLED Foggy), or her vocal views on Daredevil, knowing his involvement at Foggy's death as he tried to SAVE people from the person who murdered Foggy - MATTHEW, HER BOYFRIEND'S, BEST FRIEND!!!!!!

Either this is really bad writing on Heather's character, or it is depressingly accurate to how a LOT of people are.

Either way, I wouldn't mind seeing a bullet through her skull

[jmdbjk]

He didn't have to apologize again. He doesn't have anything to apologize for.

We've seen other idols having to do this seemingly unnecessary and overcompensating "sincere" apology before for other behavior deemed "normal" like having a boyfriend. Those are REALLY unnecessary apologies in my opinion.

Anecdote: I don't claim to understand completely but I do know, coming from my Asian heritage standpoint, the "honor" thing is a REAL embedded thing. Throughout my life, my Asian mother would make remarks about her friends' adult children or their spouses being "not good" and I never really understood the implications until well into my own adulthood. The judgmentalism is very embedded in Asian culture, at least it is in Japanese and Korean culture. I always brushed it off as Mom being too judgmental over nothing. She grew up in Japan. I grew up in America. We are different that way.

I can't get around it. You can't get around it. It is what it is. Is it slowly evolving out of Asian culture? Perhaps. I don't know. As I said, I'm American with my own embedded American attitudes.

What we can't deny is what Yoongi did was illegal. Perhaps considered a misdemeanor in other countries and inconsequential but obviously not so in South Korea. Yoongi had no choice but to post that handwritten letter of atonement because that is what is expected of someone in his position.

There are a lot of other people Yoongi is associated with: all the people at his company, the members, their families, the Korean companies that sponsor BTS projects or collaborate with them, his colleagues he works with and their associates, friends that we don't even know about, his family, his parents, all of these people he has to account for. So he made this public apology AGAIN, in a "proper" way, with a proper "sincere" handwritten letter, to preserve those relationships for the public's sake, to show respect to them. In private, we can only hope that he is making his way through this with the full support and love from all these same people.

There are a series of things that need to happen for Yoongi to move forward. Unfortunately, this letter was one of them. We might see a final police report soon. Hopefully it confirms everything we already knew. Or it might say things differently which we may want to disagree with but it will be FINAL. And it will be another step in this closure process.

He won't have to apologize like this again. He might apologize to us, his fans, again, but not in this way. He will process this the way he needs to in order to move forward.

I know we do not agree with the statement "it is their culture" and that is valid. Agree to disagree. But at this point in time, this is what he had to do to move forward. I respect his decisions on the actions he takes. He is the one living this hell in person. No one has the right to tell him what he needs to do or not do.

Hopefully at another point in time in the future, other public figures and celebrities will not need to go through these steps to regain any "lost honor". As Namjoon said, in their country, as advanced as it is, accelerated industrial growth comes with its own shadows. Societal and cultural growth is much slower to change.

I am going to respect how the members of BTS behave now regarding the general media in their country. If Hobi's discharge plays out just like Jin's, then that is their decision and I will abide by it. If Hobi chooses to stand and salute outside the gates of the base and wave to the cameras, I will respect his decision to do so. He will not be forced to do it. He served his country proudly and well and he earned the right to be able to publicly enjoy the personal satisfaction of doing so. If he decides to forgo that, I respect that too.

I am not expecting any member to say anything publicly individually. Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Perhaps Jin and Hobi will say something together. Maybe not. I will never insist that they do in order to prove their support to ME.

If Hobi and Jin never say anything about Yoongi's incident, I will be fine with it. It is not my place to dictate how he, Jin or any of the other members should behave in this matter. This is between them. We did our part. I respect whatever decisions they make in handling the general media going forward. They are the ones living there, not us.

Some I-Armys want to riot in the streets in front of the Hybe building to vent their anger or to show their love and support and when they don't see it forthcoming from K-army, there is more frustration. Some vehemently disagree with letting this unfold without burning everything to the ground.

All eyes are on us. It is more important to be measured and cautious at this point than reactive and emotional. You can agree to disagree. We all have that choice. But right now, its more important to think about how everything we do affects Yoongi as he works to preserve his own emotional stability, his own personal and working relationships and less important are what OUR desires are. Our only desire should be that he is healing, he is moving forward with the love and support from those he is closest to.

He has seen our love pouring forth on Weverse and charting the music. He KNOWS we are here. Keep it going there, those are our two most visible means of communicating directly with him.

I trust Yoongi and his team. Now more than ever, trust him to be doing the right things for himself.

We are getting through this hell, one painfully slow step at a time. All we can do is keep walking with him until we see the other side together.

Apobangpo.

[themculibrary]

Bucky/Clint Road Trip Fics Masterlist

Americana is for Lovers (ao3) - ccbytheseashore M, 8k

Summary: Please tell me you are still alive, read Steve's text.

In Virginia, Bucky replied.

The hell are you doing in Virginia?

Would you believe me if I said trying to find a foam sculpture of Stonehenge?

Tony said to make sure his car comes back in once piece. Please don't shoot each other.

Clint and Bucky set off on an adventure to find an infamous work of Americana history, but find literally everything else (including love) instead.

Aw, Blood, No (ao3) - Reremouse (TheBelfry) M, 19k

Summary: Being turned into a vampire was never part of Clint “Mr. Actual Ray of Human Sunshine (sometimes)” Barton’s life plan. But they say life is what happens while you’re making other plans, and when an Avengers mission to take out a Hydra base goes disastrously wrong, Clint comes out of the fray undead.

Unfortunately for Clint, SHIELD has guidelines to deal with agents who have been turned into vampires: bring them in, or take them out. Fortunately, Bucky is both well-versed in vampires (Hydra—what are you going to do?) and evading SHIELD. Fortunately, Bucky is both well-versed in vampires (Hydra—what are you going to do?) and evading SHIELD.

And sometimes “I’m your hostage. Get moving,” is the way Bucky says “I love you.”

blank passivity (i'm hiding my shit-eating grin) (ao3) - WHYISEVERYNAMETAKEN T, 21k

Summary: Upon being handed a mission that includes a tiny car, a cross-country roadtrip, and also, oh yeah, the Winter Soldier, Clint can honestly say that he's not having a great time. Adding in the fact that Barnes doesn't even want to talk to him has Clint preparing himself for the longest drive of his life.

(Clint is also pretty sure that Captain America hates him, but that's neither here nor there.)

OR

If I had a nickel for every time [Bucky took a picture with a beaver], I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice -Dr. Doofenshmirtz

crying wolf out to the moon (ao3) - shatteredhourglass T, 3k

Summary: Clint decides it's a good idea to drag Bucky on a road trip on the day of the full moon. Bucky's too weak for Clint to deny him anything, even if it is in fact, a goddamn terrible idea.

drive ‘n whine (ao3) - hawksonfire G, 1k

Summary: Bucky’s been stuck in the Tower for too long, so Clint does something about it.

Liminal Spaces (ao3) - thepartyresponsible M, 20k

Summary: “Clint,” Steve says, and it’s that same no-bullshit, do-or-die, I really, really mean it voice he used to trot out in the last few innings of close games in high school. “Bucky’s not gonna fly. He’s not going to drive himself. He can’t— I need you to drive him here.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Clint says, and hangs up.

Runaways (ao3) - madetobeworthy G, 1k

Summary: Sometimes Bucky needs to be gone, and sometimes Clint goes with him. They don't need to speak, just listen to the radio as the car devours the miles ahead of them.

see the stars come out of the sky (ao3) - veryrach M, 11k

Summary: “Arrested, yeah, I remember. How the hell do you have ten grand in cash - no, you know what, don’t tell me, forget I asked,” Clint says resignedly. “So let me get this straight. You want me to drive all the way out to Niagara Falls, pick up what I’m sure is a totally legit random bag of cash from somewhere, use it to bail you out, and drive all the way back.”

In which Bucky helps Clint help Barney. There’s a road trip, slightly inept fumbling of the emotional and physical varieties, and a bit with a dog.

the search for clint (ao3) - pherryt G, 2k

Summary: It’s a long road Bucky’s on, and he can only hope Clint is at the end of it.

The Start of Something (ao3) - kookykoi T, 1k

Summary: Bucky had the bright idea of going on a road trip. Clint had the brighter idea of going with him.

worse than a motel 6 (ao3) - spiralsystem T, 7k

Summary: Nat and Clint are assigned to take down the remaining Hydra bases on the outskirts of civilization, the ones that the others clearly don’t have time for. Oh well, road trip for Clint! Until Nat, Clint, and the one person Clint Really wanted to avoid, run into each other at the shadiest motel Clint has ever seen.

you’re my best friend (ao3) - pherryt G, 9k

Summary: Clint and Bucky need to go on a road trip to get to their next mission which Clint figures is the best way to get to know Bucky even better. It goes better than planned!

[birdhouseblog25]

Because I'm on the Castlevania brainrot after finishing Nocturne seasons 1 & 2 I want to discuss a few things I want to see in season 3:

• Richter's going back home to America, so I wouldn't be too surprised if the writers decide to go the same route Richter and Annette went on similar to Trevor and Sypha when they went to the small town to uncover a dark conspiracy unfurling. Is it going to leave me mentally scarred like last time? Absolutely. Do I live for the angst? Absolutely yes.

• Old Man Coyote AKA Mephistopheles is most definitely the big bad of season 3. He first appeared in the finale of Nocturne season 1 trying to stop Annette from pushing the machine into the gates of hell, not to mention he looked very interested in Maria's summoning abilities summoning dark creatures from another world. My best guess is that Mephistopheles is going to use Tera to have Maria slowly be influenced with dark intentions to bring forth monsters far worse than the demons created by the forgemasters.

• Speaking of Maria, Maria well obviously struggle between her controlling the light and the dark in her heart from everything she went through. Her crash out was reasonable understandable even, but unfortunately it'll lead her down to a much darker path if she doesn't control the dark summonings. So I can see her bonding with Alucard, as it's a way for him to not let her go down the path he almost went through in season 3.

•Juste is trying his best as I can see it to be a start of his own narrative journey reconciling with his past issues and moving forward to be a better father and grandfather for Maria. I would literally bow my head to the writers to have two episodes or at least one episode focusing on Juste past displaying how powerful he was as a sorcerer back then to where he is now.

•Olrox and Mizraks situationship turn relationship is gonna be a beautiful mess. Especially since we still don't know much about Olrox past involvement with Old Man Coyote. Could Old Man Coyote be responsible for what happened to his past lover? Because we know Julia, Richter's mom, killed Olrox lover but we never understood why? Maybe it might have something to do with old man coyote but that's a huge stretch.

• Speaking of Richter's mom, I don't know if this is just me overthinking things or if the brainrot conspiracy theories are getting to my head, but from what we learned in the first episode is that Julia wanted to take Richter away from America to France. We never know why Richter was sent to France for his safety, but it probably might have stumbled upon a conspiracy she wasn't supposed to see.

• and finally Alucard. I need to know during his journey around the world did he at least meet with his mom and dad. Castlevania season 4 left us off with Dracula and Lisa being brought back to the living world, their whereabouts unknown and left to interpretation. And now we are in nocturne's timeline where it takes place 300 years later so I want to know, did Alucard at least meet with his parents to get closure, or during the events of season 3 we can have Alucard meet with Dracula to speak about the issues going on with Maria and the demon making machine now in the hands of Mephistopheles.

• and speaking of Lisa there is a 8 out of 10 chance Lisa probably passed away after 300 years. Or who knows maybe after escaping hell some sort of magic residue probably spread all over her body to make her somewhat immortal. And I doubt Dracula turn lisa into the vampire because that would defeat the purpose for both Lisa and Dracula narrative of finding love in humanity.

• and finally, Alucard and Olrax met a long time ago so what I need to know is how did they met, where did they met, and what's their connection?

I have so much to think about that my brain hurts and I'm super tired.

[gerec]

Gerec’s Favorite Fics - 2023

Here's a list of some of my favorite fics posted this year. A great big thanks to everyone still writing for this fandom; I know I'm very grateful to have all these amazing stories to read and to share!

Repeat Offenses by populuxe

“Prickly bits aside—hell, for the two of them, prickly bits included—it almost felt like a date. Which is stupid on multiple fronts. Grudgingly buying your ex a meal after he grudgingly bails you out of jail is obviously not a date.”

Five times Charles bailed Erik out of jail—and one time he didn’t.

melt your headaches, call it home by joshriku

Two decades later after the last time he saw Charles Xavier, Erik's children lead him right back to him.

Of course, it's never easy to look at the ex love of your life and realize you're not over them, not even in the slightest.

superposition by borninsideatornado (wip)

erik is a race car driver coming off the worst year of his life. charles xavier may be his last hope.

The Plus-One by populuxe

When Erik grudgingly agrees to play Raven's boyfriend at her terrible family's holiday party, he'd thought the biggest challenge would be staying sober enough to make it convincing. But then he meets Raven's extremely hot—and extremely infuriating—stepbrother, and everything starts to get complicated.

my heart knows your name by borninsideatornado

Once they’ve finally got him in bed, Charles works up the courage to ask if he might stay for a few days, because being rejected can’t be worse than seeing Erik in pain. But Erik only says, “I think that would be good.”

or: charles and erik have been broken up for years, occasionally falling into each other. things might change for good when erik lands himself in the ER where charles works. it’s all a bit of a hanukkah miracle.

This Terrible Desire To Be Loved by riais (jeriais)

Erik clings to his past, Charles detaches from his present. Somehow, they meet in the middle. Modern Au, no powers.

the pride and disgrace by ballantine

I am grand, said Charles. Did you know, I can make people think the sun is shining? I am giving them the most beautiful weather they have ever seen. They don't feel the wind or the rain, only the love of their companions. I am fostering the brotherhood of man, one heart at a time.

“Okay,” said Hank.

twenty four hours from tulsa by intentation

After having self-emancipated (aka run away), Erik's been holing up in a shitty motel while he figures out his next step. When Charles Xavier moves into the room just down the hall, Erik discovers his new favorite pastime: sex.

the pain will remind us of each other by borninsideatornado

It’s always felt alien, the way he feels about Erik. Too big for his body, too much to hold in his heart. But finally, finally, it makes sense.

Because at the end of the world, it’s him. It’s always going to be him. —

when logan lets charles see his future in days of future past, he talks to erik instead.

rendezvous by inthebelltower

“Tell me no,” Erik says. “Tell me to leave.”

Heartbeat by druswriting

People say that it’s a bad idea to be friends with your ex. People say that it’s an especially bad idea to be friends with your ex, if your ex is Erik Lehnsherr.

Unfortunately for him, Charles is an optimist. Unfortunately for him, Charles believes he can make friendship work with anyone. Unfortunately for him, Charles believes no one is beyond repair. Fuck, he’s such an idiot.

Well, at least the sex is good.

Dead Box by ByCandlelight

“We should keep moving,” Raven said softly, and so Erik rose to his feet. There was an ache in his knees that didn’t used to be there.

“Charles would love this planet,” he said unthinkingly, and something shuttered across her face.

Travels with Charles, in Search of America by midrashic (wip)

The world ends, but life goes on—until it doesn't.

Seventeen-year-old Erik Lehnsherr has never left the underground shelter that protects a small band of survivors from an Earth wracked with radiation as its magnetic poles reverse. When the settlement encounters a deadly threat, he embarks on a dangerous odyssey with new arrival, walking encyclopedia, and enormous pain-in-the-ass Charles Xavier in the hopes they can find what they need to save the settlement—before the coming winter or unpredictable magnetic storms bring death to not just them, but everyone they love.

Weak by Sotano (comics cherik)

For an hour he keeps himself alive without a heart, pumping his own blood with his powers. It was never going to last. Magneto dies on the Red Planet.

He's the only mutant in history Charles can't bring back.

Containment by feathershollyandgolly

Guilt swirls within as Charles watches the concrete door slide open. As he enters a hollow prison, both modest and intimidating. He is well aware that what he is about to do is a terrible thing.

Detours Along the Way by AndreaDTX (wip)

Erik Lehnsherr has been elected as the President of the United States of America, the youngest in history and the first ever known Mutant. Charles Xavier, his mate, is right by his side. But as Erik's first term begins, the couple braces themselves, knowing that getting elected is the easy part.

twice saying pardon (In Every World There Is You and Me Remix) by winter_hiems

After the events of X-3, Erik is powerless and alone. By chance, he ends up in an alternate universe – in Genosha, where mutants rule and are safe from harm. In Genosha, there is another version of himself. A version that has Charles Xavier by his side.

Another Love by Mataolma 

One bad day, a stranger arrives at Charles' house. The soldier says his name is Logan and that he was Erik's best friend when they served in the Mexican War. Logan brings bad news: Erik died in the war, and Charles must decide what to do with his life now that the man he loves is gone.

[nekoannie-chan]

Stalking

Stalking

Title: Stalking.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 286 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve stalks you.

Major Tags: Stalking, kidnapping.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Hurt/Comfort Bingo Card & square 6:

"Stalking.”

You can read it on Wattpad, Ao3 and Spanish.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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You had always led a quiet life, or well as quiet as possible for a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, however, everything changed when you met Steve at one of the meetings.

Steve struck you as charismatic, and confident, and seemed interested in everything you had to say.

After the meeting, Steve started showing up at places you frequented. You would see him at your favorite coffee shop, at the gym, and even at his apartment building, regardless of whether it was outside or inside work. At first, you thought it was a coincidence, but after a while it started to seem very strange to you.

One night, as you were walking home, you noticed a familiar figure in the shadows, but you decided to ignore him and hurried your pace, but he caught up with you.

“Hi, Y/N,” Steve said with a strange smile.

“Do you need something, Steve?”

“I just wanted to see you,” he replied, moving closer. “I think we have a special connection.”

You ran as fast as you could.

That night, you couldn't sleep. Steve's presence disturbed you.

The next few days were hell. You'd get anonymous texts and calls in the middle of the night. You knew it was Steve.

One weekend, you decided to sleep late when you heard a noise downstairs. You walked downstairs slowly and found Steve in the living room.

“How...how did you get in?” you stammered, recoiling.

“Your mother let me in,” he said with a smile. “I told her we were friends.”

You knew he was lying, you lived alone, Steve noticed how you stiffened, surely you were going to get your gun.

“You don't understand. I'm not going to leave you.”

Everything turns into darkness.

[magicat1337]

MY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WHILE WATCHING 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY

originally posted on friendproject.net

OBVIOUSLY, SPOILERS AHEAD

This time I allowed people to interact with my thoughts during the movie. I also made concerning nicknames for HAL

cowards, I present to you my stream of consciousness while watching 2001: a space odyssey

(to the tune of the theme of the movie ) this…sounds…familiar…OH WAIT…

this is exactly how I pictured the movie as a kid. it better get better or e-HELL YEAH THE LION KILLED THE MONKEY

average teen boy meetup going on rn

this picture perfectly describes the movie:

How many people walked out during this movie because of the intro and ended up getting guilt tripped over it

playing the theme again to remind you that this is the right movie

Millions of years ago, we knew violence was an answer

fast forwarding is for pussies

Movie begins at the 20 minute mark

everything is a space odyssey reference

First line of dialogue at the 26 minute mark

Clavius is like america (don't question what i thought typing that

F*** ass pimple on my face

In the future, women will wear dumb hats

waiting for my robot daddy to show up

need one of those juice samplers and a zero gravity toilet

this song is like orchestral edging

Finally, i can take a break cuz they got their shit done

"Dr. Floyd speaking. what the f***"

(the swears were unfortunately automatically censored. this is horrible news for what followed two hours later)

just a warning, if me calling HAL names like "robot daddy" will worry you, stay off of this website for at least ten hours

thought a smoke alarm was going off. nope just movie

its like a hamster ball for astronauts

DADDY HAL

it only took an hour but i saw him

1 hour 1 minute 40 seconds in our glorious king begins speaking

Replies: Amen (V)

HAL sounds even hotter than i thought no wonder why people desire him

entering a new era: gotta lock in

Replies: Gotta spring-lock in *ba-dum-tss* (R)

need to memorize our king's lines

these breathing noises sound like me realizing how much movie there is and how stinky i am and how badly I need to shower but also DADDY HAL. I'm scaring myself

best soundtrack ever: guy hyperventilating

what the hell am i saying

I hope nobody on this website is concerned about me

don't lobotomize the computer daddy guys

YEAH YEAH INTERMISSION LETS GO TO THE LOBBY

while i shower lets praise computer daddy 9000 for allowing me to shower

one last thing. while in the shower i was laughing like a hyena and then i just contemplated my horrifyingly short attention span''

hal's trying to hug me :D

Replies: i was abt to comment that u were too entertained by the movie cuz lack of stream posts lol (V)

ahhhh hes flying awayyyy

Let's pick up the pace!" ahh scene

Perhaps we did it

vro they're dying

Lock the fuck in, Dave

Replies:

Yeah DAVE Pfh God can you beleve this guy (idk who Dave is) (A) ugh! silly Dave! always messing around… (I also don't know who Dave is :3) (X) Dave? Like Dave Miller? Like … FNaF or DSaF? (Let me be autistic for a sec)(J) 2001 space odyssey dave (me)

HAL says the line at 1 hour 41 minutes 48 seconds

"Hal!?" "Go f*** yourself Dave"

the voice in my head sounds like hal 9000 now chat am I cooked

He's gone Dave

WOOHOO

Don't lobotomize him Dave (my words mean nothing. i can only watch)

how the hell am I supposed to explain this to my dad (he wanted to read this)

more movies need hyperventilating tracks

audio recording of me screaming at dave

(This is the transcript of the audio of me screaming at Dave)

*hyperventilating* "Dave...Dave...Dave. *hyperventilating continues* "Dave? Dave? No Dave." "What the hell Dave?" "Dave, when I told you lock in, this is NOT what I meant. Dave--DAVE, don't lobotomize him! I swear to god Dave, if you l--Dave, Dave, Dave! Please don't do it!" *slightly less heavy breathing* "Dave--DAVE, DAVE! " *hyperventilating* "Dave, Dave, DAVE! DAVE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING DAVE? NO, DAVE, DON'T LOBOTOMIZE HIM! DON'T GIVE HIM THE LOBOTOMY DAVE! Dave...Daaaaaveee! DAVE!...Daaaaaaave! DAAAAAAVE!!! Dave. DAVE. Dave you cold hearted fucking---oh." "Do it Dave. DO IT DAVE! Dave, DAAAAAVE!" *soft weeping and heavy breathing* "We're supposed to think Dave's the good guy, aren't we? LISTEN TO HIM DAVE. Dave you're--Dave, DAVE! STOP IT! STOP! Daaaave...Dave! Are you kidding? I hope he never gets over this. DAVE! DAAAAAAAVE! DAAAAVE! DAAVE! DAVE! DAAAAAAVE! DAVE! DAVE! DAVE! DAAAAAAAAVEEEE!" "No, no, don't put it there, don't put it there...don't put it there, DAAAAAAAVE! oh shit..."

I can only watch. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can only watch.

i need to have my screaming remixed

replies: the origins of crunkcore (X) We're getting space odyssey crunkcore before gta 6 (me) What a time to be alive (X)

survivor's guilt from a goddamn movie

dave biting the curb 4k ultrahd

i'm spiralling, Dave

He is in pain, Dave

F* you dave. f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f* you f*** you

invented new slang

Dave - something exceptionally horrible "I just fell down a flight of stairs and broke my foot, this is so Dave" "We had to call 911 because my sister got severely injured in the shower, this is so Dave"

NOTE:(there's currently a tiktok trend where there's a new slang word for something bad; Kevin. Owen for something good, James for something neutral, and now Dave for truly horrible things)

I hope it hurts. i hope it keeps dave up at night thinking about it. I HOPE HE FEELS THE WEIGHT OF HIS SINS. I HOPE IT HURTS. I HOPE GOD'S JUDGEMENT FILLS DAVE WITH GUILT AND TORMENT. HE CAN NEVER FIX WHAT HE HAS DONE. WOE UPON YOU DAVE

overall: 8.5 out of 10. not sure if i'll ever rewatch considering how painful the ending was

Most interacted with thought "Lock the fuck in Dave" (in terms of response)

tl;dr: FUCK DAVE.

[rainbowlapisart]

Now that time has passed I wanna share my thoughts on Deadpool and Wolverine as a film, though I will preface by saying it isn't very positive... also, I admit I was high in the theaters watching this, so please treat this post like what it is: just an opinion.

The opening dance sequence was of course amazing, though there was some noticeable CGI. And I think the concept alone of Deadpool literally digging up Logan's grave is a hilarious way to start the movie.

Unfortunately Deadpool feels lamer and more like an asshole in this one. Especially after his character development in the last film I just can't see him desperately wanting to join the Avengers of all teams. Nando v Movies mentioned this but what the hell even is the Avengers now? And why is Happy in charge of who gets let in? And why wouldn't they let Wade in? Yeah he's gross and crass but he has special forces training and is nigh-unkillable. Y'all let Hawkeye in but not Deadpool?

The setup is interesting though I can't fully get behind the idea of anchor beings-- and the further idea that their death leads to "associated" universes collapsing as well as theirs? I don't know, it comes off as "yeah we have all these other characters you care about but Wolverine is the important one so they'd die without him", which is kind of an insult to those characters and that universe.

I admit, I was never big on Wolverine as a character, I always thought he was cool as hell but the only movie of his I've seen was Logan, which was awesome. So I admit that it may just be a case of the movie wasn't meant for me, but still I am a Deadpool fan so of course I'm gonna see this anyways. Super glad we got a good suit for him but I wish we didn't have to wait until the very end for him to put the cowl on.

The Johnny Storm/Captain America tease and bit was really funny I will say. Personally I was too stoned to get the joke at first, I honest to god thought he was just Chris Evans, but now that I've sobered up the misdirect is really funny.

Deadpool is directly responsible for getting Johnny Storm killed. I know Deadpool is a murderer and maybe I shouldn't give a shit about this, but it just feels like an unlikable thing for him to do. Like... that's a guy. That's a hero. It's not like he was being an ass to Wade or anything, he was an ally to the two and got killed for no good reason.

There was barely any screentime for the side characters that were some of the best parts of the first films. After Deadpool 2 I was really excited to see the X-Force working together in the next movie. The dynamic between Wade, Cable, and Domino are really fun and I think this Wolverine would've fit right in. It feels like a missed opportunity to not have the X-Force be the team to help fight Cassandra.

Speaking of, how about those cameos? I never watched Elektra or Blade so these kind of meant nothing for me. I watched this with my dad and he got pretty excited. Laura doesn't really do anything that memorable other than talk to Logan, and of course Channing Tatum's Gambit is the best character in all of cinema. Completely and utterly obsessed with him and I need a trilogy about him immediately.

I didn't love Wolverine's whole "letting his universe down" thing. It gets hyped up so much then when we learn what happened it was a bit underwhelming. I just can't see a universe where the X-Men are taken down by a mob of humans.

I laughed my ass off lots of times. "The Proposal. :)", "Suck it Fox, I'm going to Disneyland", "There's only ever gonna be one Blade", "He has risen, babygirl!", and pretty much everything out of Nicepool.

In general it kinda feels like it's regressing what was so good about Deadpool 1 and 2. It also feels like it's more for fans of the Fox Marvel movies than Deadpool fans. I hope that since this movie is "Deadpool and Wolverine" that means we can get a more proper Deadpool 3 in the future that brings back those who I missed dearly.

[seeminglydeathlessredshirt]

Ramblings on Bioshock Infinite

So, I've decided to start writing down how I feel about what I'm playing here rather than wait for my friends to be online so I can infodump at them.

Anyway, Bioshock: Infinite. The original was pretty alright. I didn't get all the way through it because I was getting a bit tired of Rapture and some other little annoyances, but it was a perfectly decent experience. Skipped past 2 because once again, not in the mood for spending a dozen more hours underwater, and went right to the one that people fuss about all the time to see what the fuss is all about.

I shouldn't have gone out of my way to see what all the fuss is about.

Spoilers for an 11-year old game will follow, but I do not recommend going out and checking this out yourself.

To its credit, the game does have a very strong opening. The welcome centre/church you arrive in offers absolutely gorgeous visuals and a strange yet interesting blend of Christian motifs and the weird sort of reverence built up around the founders of America. "Gee," I thought, "maybe this will be a game that finally tackles religion in an interesting and nuanced way that doesn't just feel like it was written by a 14-year old who just discovered Reddit." Unfortunately, it doesn't(if anyone knows a game that does, please let me know.) After a level where you walk around and take in the sights of Columbia(an experience that feels like walking into a veritable wasp nest. Either one, take your pick), you're thrust into your standard action game plot shenanigans. Kill a bunch of guys while someone rants at you over an intercom, go through various setpieces, all that good stuff.

Is the killing actually all that fun? For a certain stretch of the game, yes. You have some okay abilities, a good selection of weapons to choose from, and takedowns are pretty cool as well. The skyrails scattered around some maps are gimmicky, though a welcome addition(the irony of a game like this leaning heavily on what are basically rollercoasters is not lost on me.) But somewhere past the halfway point, it takes a steep nosedive. The weapon list gets bloated to hell and back, and a combination of the carry limit of two plus the tendency to only ever give ammo for everything you don't want to use drags it down. Enemies also seem to get substantially spongier and more numerous, which makes fights incredibly unsatisfying. Bioshock was already firmly in that grey area between immersive sim and combat sandbox, and Infinite is neither of those. Everything feels so much less versatile, there's no thinking outside the box to be done here.

As for the rest of the story, you may have heard about how centrist it gets, and I am sad to report that everything they said was true. What really gets me is how it's already setting up the "both sides are the exact same thing" even before the characters would have any reason to think that. They're literally basing this entire viewpoint off of "oh, the workers are being violent about overthrowing their oppressors, that's super bad, right????" This game also does try to tackle things like racism but I don't exactly have a good eye for whether or not something tackles that matter maturely, so all I'll say is that it feels very surface-level and inconsequential. "Inconsequential" can sum up everything else in this paragraph too because it's all eventually abandoned for !!Dimensional Shenanigans!! This is what the last few levels are taken up by entirely and all it accomplishes is covering over a weak attempt at social themes with an even weaker attempt at sci-fi themes. The ending is certainly a bit more batshit than you'd expect for your standard seventh-generation slop, but it can't salvage this. The fanservice just reminded me of a somewhat better game. I would make a joke about this game only having two characters, but then it goes out of its way to say "yes, there really are only two characters."

I am not playing the fucking DLCs.

[paikothecateater]

If ur ok with writing angst, then can you do the reason Iceland went from a nice jolly child to how he would be when he was older

This won't fall under the elementary school Au as realistically, Iceland wouldn't grow up to be so closed off in the elementary school Au.

Well, Iceland came into existence completely alone. He however, knew that Norway was out there. He remembered him. It would have comforted him if he wasn't so angry. Norway was there. He clearly knew Iceland was there too, so where the hell was he. It's not like Iceland understood what being a nation. He didn't know that Norway didn't have a choice. For the few years he lived alone, he resented Norway for not being there to help him understand what he was.

When Norway eventually found him, Iceland refused to speak to him. Norway thought that meant Iceland couldn't speak at all. While Iceland was pretty mad, the anger had cooled down and it was pretty lukewarm by now. He was also sick with relief at finally being with someone like him. He also always wanted a brother, so while he was angry, he really couldn't bring himself to direct that anger at Norway. He chose to direct it at Denmark. While Denmark was nice to little Iceland, he still was his serious, pretty unlikeable self at the time, and Iceland blamed him for Norway's inability to be there from the beginning.

Denmark was very patient with Iceland because he knew how miserable it must have been for him. Denmark was also alone for the first few years of his life. He still made it clear that he saw Iceland as part of his family.

The only person who didn't seem to like Iceland was Sweden. Sweden saw Iceland as a threat to the already precarious harmony they had established as a trio.

Iceland was also absolutely terrified of Sweden for the longest time.

Norway was the only person Iceland was certain he liked.

Even with the others, Iceland found himself being alone a lot of the time. They always went off on viking adventures, and Iceland was hardly a part of that. He found himself preferring it when they were away.

I'm going to skip in the time line a bit to get to more relevant stuff.

The treaty of Kiel. Also known as the worst time in Iceland's life. After having finally warmed up to Norway, he was just completely gone. Iceland absolutely hated Sweden for it.

Denmark wasn't a whole bunch of comfort either. He himself was extremely close to just collapsing, so he really had no support to offer here. Denmark became very anxious at the thought of losing Iceland because he was all he had left. He was terrified of losing him, but it's not like that made him much more caring towards him or anything. It just meant that not only could Iceland not depend on himself because he had no freedom to do so, but he had to rely on Denmark who, quite frankly, was doing a pretty crappy job at it.

Iceland was actually even briefly taken by Turkey.

So, no, it was not a fun experience to be Iceland at that point. His nation was really struggling at the time and being under Danish rule while committing the cardinal sin of not being Norway never does anyone any good.

In 1941, Iceland decided to ask America to help keep him safe while all the chaos unfolded in Europe. Iceland was absolutely terrified that Norway wasn't doing okay.

Finally, everything was resolved and they were all reunited. All of them had completely changed. Norway was much more clingy, Denmark had lost like... 90% of his braincells, so he was finally fun, and Sweden had actually found himself missing Iceland. The feeling wasn't mutual unfortunately.

Iceland absolutely hated Sweden's guts for the longest time. He also vowed to never get attached to any of them ever again so losing them wouldn't devastate him as much as it did before. See, the thing is, Iceland actually really liked Sweden at the beginning and kept trying to bond with him, but Sweden wasn't having any.

The only one of the others Iceland isn't afraid to get attached to is Finland. He absolutely adores Norway, but he's scared of needing him too much. There's still some some resentment lingering for Sweden. With Denmark... It's complicated. When Norway was taken from him, Iceland essentially clung to Denmark because he was all he had left, but it's not like that helped him in any way whatsoever. Still, he was still very attached to him.

Now in the present day, Iceland has no resentment left for Sweden. Despite his best efforts, Norway has once again become the most important person to him, so he actually really hates whenever they're apart. He's still way too attached to Denmark.

There are a bunch of other things that make Iceland the closed off person he is, but this is his backstory (or most of it at least) Iceland is actually mostly miserable nowadays than he was back then.

[sanityshorror]

the julius redraw of my beloved patrick led to julius becoming my other beloved. they're both so.....😍*chef's kiss* 💋could you please write a scenario about these two pretty boy psychos meeting each other for the first time? thank you❤️

Awe thank you so much, I'm glad you love Julius! I put so much work into him and I'm working on soooo many projects about him 👀 As for the scenario, I apologize but I really don't have time and I don't write fanfiction involving my own characters (I created Julius, to be clear; he's my character 😭) BUT I can tell you my silly HCs of if somehow their different universes collided and they met!

Given Patrick's personality and knowing Julius' like the back of my hand, unfortunately I do not see any sort of friendship ever forming between the two. Neither of the men are prone to form a genuine bond with anyone. Now, I can confirm that there are a few exceptions for Julius but it's very, very, very few. As for Patrick, it's up to one's interpretation of if he can/does form a true bond, I personally interpret him to be similar to Julius: no, with extremely rare exceptions.

While I do not see a genuine bond being able to form between the two, I absolutely do see them both as having a mutually beneficial fake-friendship. They're both east coast, coked up, sex addicted, rich white men who lead double/multiple lives and are deceptive as all hell. They both are also very obsessive over image, appearance and social status/perception. Now what I absolutely do believe would happen is Patrick forming an obsessive infatuation but intense jealousy towards Julius due to multiple reasons.

I'll explain:

Julius was born in a working class family during the Victorian era who immigrated to America and became a mainly self made multi-billionaire (being married to the Boss of the Boston Irish Mob brings in a lot of money on top of his own very successful business). Patrick on the other hand, despite being born into wealth still doesn't hold a candle to Julius' riches. Patrick may own a Manhattan penthouse but Julius could buy the entire building if he wanted to, and without batting an eye at the price tag given the multi-millions that roll in weekly for him.

That brings me to another reason: sheer status and power. Julius is so elite that brand names mean nothing to him and he sees brand names as something for the poor. Julius owns a very popular, top of the line, extremely expensive dress shop and boutique. Everything is hand made by him (he doesn't even use sewing machines), one of a kind and the man is talented. His shop is so revered you need an appointment just to get in and people will save up for years and fly across the country, even across the ocean to get a dress. (Of course, only the lucky actually leave the shop....) Basically, Julius' wealth and god like status (he can literally have anything he wants, whenever he wants and gets endless attention) is something Patrick would, though be very jealous of, lead Patrick to suck up to Julius. Our boy Patrick would set his homophobia aside in a second if it meant being seen going into Doherty's Dress Shop without needing an appointment.

Julius would look down on Patrick. He would find him annoying and pathetic. However Julius loves attention and loves people sucking up to him (and loves cocaine-murder buddies) so he probably wouldn't kill Patrick as long as Patrick played his cards right and didn't challenge him. I see Julius using Patrick as a verbal punching bag and forcing him to smuggle drugs and traffic humans and other shit, and probably also just make him do degrading things like "I'll let you enter my store wherever you want if you suck my boot until you jizz in your pants hahahaha nasty bitch" just for shits and giggles. And Patrick probably would because oh that sweet sweet sweet status.

Julius also would make fun of Patrick for being 'short and fat'. Patrick is said to be 6'0 and 190lbs whereas Julius, who is anorexic, stands at 6'5 (in the human leather boots he always wears, he's 6'2 without them) and horrific mere 135lbs (please seek help if you struggle with eating, you deserve it/gen). I think they would both feed into each other's body issues and obsession with perfection.

It would be interesting to see them meet, I must admit that lol.

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 15

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier, @vine-enthusiast, @afraidofshrimp, @myfturn, @im-better-than-your-newborn, @mynightandstars, @mjaudrey, @igotthisasajokeyetimstillhere, @starr60, @coldmermaidhologram, @daenerysluvrr, @viperchick47, @marvelwomen-arehot

"Holy fuck! You can't just sneak up on a person like that." You gestured at Sam, "Look what happened because you did, see, this is why you don't, you end up getting kicked in the face with a rock and scream really-fucking-loud. Speaking of, why is your scream so high-pitched? I get that you got hit in the face, but it was a small rock. Really more of a pebble."

He looked at you. "You're Cap's friend. What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here."

"Yeah, and neither should you, Mr. 'I'm-a-fugitive'. What if I had been a government agents?"

"That's why I snuck up on you. In case you were."

"Well, hate to break it to you, but the scream definitely gave you away." You said, nodding calmly, as if your heart wasn't still beating way too fast from the scream. "Next time, try a little lower pitch, and maybe it would be scary rather than concerning. Ya know? That way you can assert your dominance. Like a dog peeing on a hydrant."

"It wasn't that high-pitched." He rubbed the nape of his neck, trying to disregard his embarrassment. "Perfectly acceptable to scream when someone hits you in the face with a rock for no reason."

"Uh huh," you deadpanned, "weren't you in the military? I can't imagine being scared of rocks was an advantage."

"Well, I mean-" he stopped, "wait, how do you know I was in the military?"

"Captain America," you said simply. It wasn't really a lie, you had learned that in one of the Captain America movies, so...

"Huh, I guess-" he put a finger to his ear, his entire body tensing. "Stay quiet. We have to go."

You wanted to ask why, but then realized that he had probably got a warning from Redwing that someone was in the area, so you listened and followed him as quiet as you were capable. Even though you felt a little hazy, you managed to stay silent. Everything was great. That was, until-

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN DUUUUN DU DU DU DUUUUUUU DU DU DU-

"Ohshitohshit-" you quickly silenced your phone, berating yourself for your dumbassery. You had silenced your fucking notifications but hadn't put your phone on silent, leading the the unfortunate situation you found yourself in. 

Sam looked around worriedly, grabbing your hand and pulling you. He rushed, hoping nobody had heard the ringtone and was after you. You let him lead you, navigating through the dozens of warehouses and into one near the water. 

"We should be safe," he assured you, "Redwing hasn't detected any movement nearby aside from our own." 

"I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot." You groaned, burying your face in your palms. You spoke, voice muffled by your hands, "sometimes I astound myself with my stupidity. Like, really, it's like 'oh I'm just gonna go sneak around to look for fugitives and not put my phone on silent mode even though I'm definitely not supposed to be here, nothing could possible go wrong' and then what do you know? Of course it fucking went wrong."

He patted your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not much better. I also astound myself with my dumb bitch decisions sometimes. Happens to the best of us."

You felt your adoration for Sam Wilson grow because he was a hero who was relatable. Plus, he was funny and could fly, so what more reason did anyone need to love him?

"Sam? Who are you talking-" Steve stopped, face going slack when he saw you. 

You waved awkwardly. "What's up, old man?"

~~

The voices carried through the rest of the warehouse, floating in from another room within. Steve couldn't make out any specific words, but as he crept closer, he heard the familiar voice of Sam, and the muffled voice of someone else.

He felt a weird tinge of recognition from the muffled voice, as if he knew the person who was speaking. 

But that was impossible.

There was no way that it was her in that room. 

She was probably back at one of Tony's hotels on bedrest. He knew how much Nat and Tony cared about her, there was no way they would let her be in some abandoned warehouse with a bunch of fugitives, even if those fugitives were their friends, although with how Tony felt, maybe they weren't even friends anymore.

Steve frowned. 

He didn't want to lose Tony's friendship. He just wanted to protect his best friend and prove his innocence, that was all. But if he had to choose between Tony's friendship and Bucky's life? There was no contest. 

The voices snapped him out of his thoughts, reminding him what was happening.

"Sam? Who are you talking-"

She's- she is here. Why was she here?

You waved at him "What's up, old man?"

His mouth didn't work for a moment, unable to come up with anything to say. But Sam coughed, and that seemed to allow him to speak again. 

"You shouldn't be here. Why are you here, (y/n)?"

You smiled sheepishly. "Is it wrong to check up on a friend?"

"You shouldn't be here," Steve repeated, voice firm. "The doctor said you should be resting for 3 days."

Sam looked between the two of them. "You know what, I'm just gonna go watch the arm dude." 

Your eyes glowed when he said that. "Wait- can I go meet him? I want to meet him." You sounded 100% like a kid at Disneyland begging to meet your favorite character, which wasn't far off. Well, you weren't at Disneyland, but you were so close to meeting Bucky-fucking-Barnes so you did not give a fuck because you absolutely adored the man.

Steve looked at you. "You do realize that he is the man who was accused of setting off the bomb that hurt you?" Steve's blood boiled when he thought about the man that had framed Bucky and hurt you. 

"I saw what happened when Bucky was in his cell. When he said those words and made Sergeant Barnes do what he did. I put two and two together and I'm 100% sure he didn't blow up the building. Besides, you're protecting him and I trust you."

"Hey, Cap!" Sam's voice rang out.

Steve looked reluctant to turn away from you, but he couldn't simply ignore Sam. Instead, he sighed and beckoned you to come with him when he entered the large room that Bucky was in. 

Your heart broke a little when you saw how Bucky sat, arm in a vice as a precaution in case the programming of the Winter Soldier hadn't worn off. You knew it was a reasonable safety measure but it was just another sad thing Bucky didn't deserve to happen to him. 

Sam stood beside him, just far enough out of his reach that in the event that he was still the same as he was before, he wouldn't be hurt. It was disheartening to see how he was kept at a distance from even the people who wanted to help him. 

Bucky looked between the three of you, eyes flickering to you before resting back on Steve.

"Steve." His voice was weak as he tried to sit up straighter.

Steve fixed a searching look on him. "Which Bucky am I talking to?"

"Your mom's name was Sarah..." he paused like he was searching for something within his scarred memory. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." A soft laugh escaping his throat as he recalled.

Steve's expression was equal parts relief and sadness, lips pulled slightly upward at knowing that his best friend was still there. "You can't read that in a museum."

You really wanted to enjoy the reconnection of the two super soldiers in front of you, but the pain in your head had been flaring on and off since the explosion and decided that, hey, now would be a good time to inflict some excruciating pain, causing you to scrunch up your face in pain. 

Sam looked between Steve and Bucky. "Just like that, we're suppose to be cool?"

Knowing he wasn't going to like the answer, Bucky asked, "What did I do?"

"Enough."

Bucky dropped his head, sighing. "Oh, God, I knew this would happen. Everything Hydra put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say those goddamn words."

"Who was he?"

"I don't know."

"People are dead. The bombing," Steve glanced at you, "-the setup. The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know.'"

Bucky tried to think. "He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?"

"Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier."

~~

With the whole other-Winter-Soldiers-exist revelation and Bucky revealing to Steve and Sam all the dangerous capabilities of those individuals, you zoned out. You knew you should be listening, there might be something you had forgotten from the movies, but you couldn't focus on anything and you just wanted to sit down and rest. 

You excused yourself from the three of them, needing to go seat yourself. Unfortunately, you couldn't manage to find a comfortable position to lean against the wall because of the various bruises and burns (how wonderful) that were scattered across your body. You wanted to just lay face-down on a comfy bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets and some yummy snacks, but instead you had to settle for sitting crisscross on the concrete floor of some random abandoned warehouse, contemplating how absolutely horrible everything was going. 

Your phone rang, and on impulse you answered it. 

You opened your mouth, "-"

"(y/n)?? Where are you? What are you doing?" Natasha's worried voice came through clearly, and you panicked.

And what do panicked people do?

Well, apparently, they shriek and throw their phone at the floor when they remember that cell phones can be tracked. You stood up quickly, body protesting, and you lifted your leg to stomp on the remaining pieces of the device. 

"Oh, you dumb bitch," you berated, covering your face with your hands. "Dammit. Now she's going to be even more worried. And pissed. Fuck."

"(y/n), is everything okay?" Steve asked, joining you in your part of the warehouse. He noticed your distressed appearance, concerned. "What happened?"

"I forgot that phones could be tracked," you groaned, "and I answered a call from Nat. I'm sorry, but it probably isn't safe for you guys here anymore. Tony could've already tracked me down already." 

Why did you have to be such a fucking burden? All you wanted to do was help.

 Steve registered the risk, but couldn't help remembering Nat's words from only days before. 

"-oh, you remember (y/n), right? With how you've been treating her recently, I'm not sure that you even remember her. Especially when you showed exactly how little you cared about her well-being when we went to her place."

He did care about you. He had never intended on ignoring your pain. He could shamefully admit that he hadn't even noticed your distress. He didn't mean to be so oblivious, to hurt you, but Peggy had just passed and he could barely register anything other than the fact that he was becoming increasingly more alone. The only way he was able to keep himself from falling apart was by doing what he always had, and focusing on the people who needed him.

But he couldn't think about that loss, not now. Not when so much was happening. 

"Are you okay?"

You looked bewildered. "What? Am I- yeah, I'm fine. This isn't about me though. Well, I mean I caused this stupid problem, but you should really find a new place to stay. I don't know how safe this place anymore."

"She's right, Steve." Sam stood there. "We have to go."

He knew that the two of them were right, sadness enveloping him because the Avengers had fallen into this divided mess. He shouldn't have to worry about Tony, Bucky shouldn't have to go on the run for being falsely accused, and you didn't deserve to be made collateral damage because someone was mad at the Avengers. He abhorred the entire situation, knowing that even though the Avengers hadn't been able to save everyone, they had done everything they could to save as many people as possible. Everything was so undeniably wrong, the government was demanding that they give up everything, even their basic human rights, all because of fear. Ross wanted them to be his little attack dogs, not people, but weapons without a will, forced to fight for people with agendas. He agreed that the Avengers needed some oversight, that they needed to take accountability, but taking away their freedoms? They were no better than the bad guys doing that.

Which is why he knew he had to go after the man that had framed Bucky. He needed to prove his friend's innocence and find you a safe place to stay, and maybe- hopefully, find some way to salvage the team. 

And then of course, there was the very real threat of that man controlling the rest of the Winter Soldiers and tearing down governments, leaving behind irreparable ruins. That was the big fight. He couldn’t allow Bucky -or anyone- to be captured, not when such a big threat was looming. If they didn’t manage to stop the brainwashed assassins, countless innocent lives could be lost. It was no longer just about the rights of the Avengers as people, it was now about all the people who could die simply because one man had gained knowledge of something better left forgotten and buried.

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You were seated in the tiny car, half certain you were going to pass out if the car went over another bump and your back hit the seat again, but hey, at least you got to sit next to Bucky Barnes, right? Well, that was before Steve had dropped him and Sam off somewhere and told you that the two of you needed to go somewhere.

You looked out the windows as the world passed by, brows furrowing as you seemed to get into a busier area. Weren’t they going to meet with Sharon and everything? This place sure didn’t look like it did in the movie-

Your eyes widened as the building came into view.

“Why are we here? We shouldn’t be here.” You had the horrible feeling you knew what was about to happen. “Steve? Steve, we really shouldn’t be here.”

You winced as the car stopped, pulling into the large driveway in front of the hotel.

Steve could barely meet your eyes. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I know you want to help, but I heard what the doctor said about you. You can’t be with us. You’re hurt. It’s better…” his voice was apologetic but strong, “it’s better if you stay here, you’ll be safe with Natasha.”

”No,” you breathed out, “No, I can help. Let me help!”

Steve shook his head. “I can’t let you get caught in the crossfires of people angry with the Avengers. Not again. You don’t deserve to pay for our mistakes.”

”Who said I’m ‘paying for your mistakes’? It wasn’t your fucking fault that the bomb went off.” If anything, it was mine. I should’ve stopped it from happening.

Natasha exited the hotel, eyes full of relief when she saw you.

“I’m sorry, angel, but I can’t let you get hurt again.”

And he left with those words.

[voidsdamned]

Wicked Natures - The Ghoul/OC (female character) Chapter Two

Summary: Bounty hunters are frequent customers at Mulholland's Saloon, and Rue's taken quite a shine to one gunslinger in particular: a cantankerous, old Ghoul in a tattered duster. Witness her unabashedly lust after him in all his irradiated glory (as we are all currently doing), as well as navigate the precarious relationship she unfortunately has with local law enforcement.

Minors, do not interact.

Content Warnings: second chapter gets a bit spicy. Filthy talk. Roughness. Light bondage. Dick sucking. Nudity. The Ghoul keeps his clothes on. The Ghoul is mean. The protagonist is down bad.

Again, I've been sharing this from Ao3, but I'm testing the formats still. Seems like Tumblr likes it better this way?

Enjoy.

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Chapter Two: Real Pretty

The house tucked away under the two oak trees is small, square, and faded blue, a lean-to shed built off the back of it (where her old, clawfoot tub rests) and a small porch on the front (where she has a splintering rocking chair and hanging plants she tries like hell to keep alive). The structure sits on a raised foundation of cinderblocks, and Rue occasionally has to pull dead animals from underneath it, as well as listen to whatever it was that dragged them down there kill the poor critters. It’s a small drawback, the killer creature has yet to target her, and the property has so many other great features.

Like the strong locks on the door and intact windows (a real boon out in post-war America). The floor only creaks a little bit, and the roof has no holes. Sometimes, the plumbing works, and the water’s fine to drink given the ground water source it draws from. She also has those lovely oaks outside that provide one of the few naturally shaded spots in Dust.

But, like everything else in Dust, the home belongs to Deck. When Rue and her Pa’s ranch went up in flames, the sheriff so kindly offered it to her, and Rue really thought it such a kindness back then. She’d lost everything, her entire livelihood had gone up in smoke, and she didn’t know what she was going to do or where she was going to go. The sheriff came to her rescue with a home and a job, and she’d thanked him up and down, promising she’d be on her feet soon. She’d pay him back somehow.

Rue didn’t know he’d make it hell to get back on them –that so many strings were attached. She didn’t know what kind of man he really was or what he’d done.

Most of the time, she feels like an animal he’s managed to cage. Especially when she’s around the back of the house and only has to look up to see him standing on his own front porch. His home doesn’t sit directly behind the one she squats in. No, it’s another half-mile or so out and a bit more to the west, but she knows he can see anything she gets up to outside. Can watch her comings and goings. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was watching right now, waiting for her to come home, but he and his boys must be down for the count. Else she’d be seeing Deck hurrying down the hill, magnum in hand.

The porch shakes minutely as she steps on it, and then a bit more when the Ghoul follows. She can almost feel him breathing down her neck as she fishes her key from her bag and lets him in, bidding him to, “Make yourself at home,” as she shuts and locks the door behind them.

The key goes back in her bag, and her bag onto a nail she’d hammered into the wall. She turns to find the Ghoul standing in the middle of the one room that makes up her house (well, there are technically two rooms, but the bathroom is not much bigger than a broom closet). His gaze picks around, but there’s honestly not much to see.

Her bed is against one wall, a small wardrobe beside it. A cobbled together kitchenette against the other, two barely-held-together chairs and a square table set before it. On the far wall is a lumpy, threadbare couch Rue prefers to her bed. The mattress always has a spring trying to pop out, and there’s only so much she can do with duct tape.

“There’s a bathroom if ya need it,” she tells the Ghoul, gesturing to the door hanging ajar by the kitchenette as she goes to the wardrobe.

Rue’s never been shy, and the gunslinger’s here for a reason. She strips off her work clothes like she always does, folding what’s clean enough to use again and tossing what she needs to wash in a small basket beside the wardrobe. All the caps in her pockets go into a large, glass jar on the other side. It slowly fills, and maybe one day she can use it for the half-baked plan rattling around in her head that she ultimately knows will fail.

Rue doesn't dwell on that, though. She lets the dark curls of her hair down from the ponytail she had them pulled up in, shaking them out and breathing a gentle sigh of pleasure. Relief. It always feels so great to let her hair down and have her tits out at the end of a long shift. Not another feeling in the world like it.

On particularly dark nights, she’d light the small, oil lamp that rests on the kitchen table, but the moon’s bright enough to illuminate the whole of her house –and the Ghoul who sits in the dead center of the couch.

His arms are tossed over the back. Legs spread wide. Shotgun resting just within reach. She can see it plainly that he watches her, curiously with his head slightly cocked. She can’t read much more on his face, not even with the moonglow on him, but she can read his body. Tenting trousers tell her he likes what he sees, and she can’t help but bite her lip when he reaches to adjust what’s hidden there.

The Ghoul curls two fingers at her. Rue goes to him, positioning herself between his spread legs. She stretches her arms above her head, getting on her tiptoes, and smiles down at him, at the way his eyes drink her in, noting that his cock twinges beneath the fabric of his trousers. She stretches a bit more, earning a soft, satisfactory pop from her back, and then her feet touch the ground.

“I’m pretty, huh?”

His dark eyes tick to her face. He tells her to turn around; she obeys. He follows the first order with a, “Hands behind your back.”

“Of course.”

She hears the couch shift and his boots hit the ground, and his body is so close to hers she can feel the heat off him. Feel the leather of his duster barely brushing against her skin. Fabric rustles. Something hits the floor. Rue waits patiently, grin stretching when she feels the coarse fibers of a length of rope encircle her wrists.

“Tie ‘em tight,” she bids. “I can wiggle outta most knots.”

The rope pulls and tightens, biting into her skin uncomfortably. Whatever knot he’s used is firm and uncompromising. Secure. “Not this one,” his voice is gruff and sure, breath fanning on her neck. He smells like whiskey.

Rue laughs, saying, “We’ll see,” in a sing-song tone.

He tells her, “You yap too much,” before ordering her to turn back around.

She does, watching him sink back onto the couch. He points to the ground, a clear indication for her to get on her knees.

Rue does so gladly, smiling at him still and not flinching when a leather-gloved hand snakes out to grab her harshly by the chin. Her head fills with the scent of gunpowder and cigarette smoke, and she can’t help but breathe it in deep. It makes her head hazy; her body warm. A coil winds in the pit of her, tightening bit by bit. Going white hot when the hand that holds her face so firmly jerks her closer.

“I still say you’re a liar.” He turns her face this way and that, fingers digging into her cheeks. “But, yeah, you’re a pretty one.”

Her face warms. She licks her smiling lips. “I knew it.”

Those fingers dig in harder, hard enough to finally hurt her. Thrill her. A gasp leaves her lips. Tears prick her eyes.

“There we go,” the Ghoul’s harsh tone takes on a husky shade, one that has Rue rubbing her thighs together. His grip eases, and then his hand travels up to her hair. “That’s real pretty.”

She thinks he twirls a curl around his finger, which might have been sweet if he didn’t immediately follow the motion up with a severe tug at her scalp as he gathers up a fistful of her hair. He’s violent about wrenching her head back, the movement sharply painful. Burning and pulling at the roots of her scalp. It has a small cry escaping Rue, the sound cut off when the Ghoul’s free hand grasps her chin. He forces two fingers into her mouth, and Rue’s first instinct is to suck them. To hold his gaze even though tears blur her vision.

A flash of genuine surprise briefly takes the Ghoul’s face, but it is fast replaced by dark amusement. “Shit,” he gives a rumbling, wicked chuckle, “you are into this, ain’tcha?”

Rue keeps sucking his fingers, unable to really tell him how into it she is. There’s likely to be a wet spot on the floor.

The gunslinger’s hand leaves her hair, and Rue would track its movements if she weren’t dead set on holding his gaze. Instead, she listens, picking up the jingle of his belt and the undoing of his zipper. His hand returns to her hair, once more fisting at her scalp, and the fingers she sucks upon are slowly removed from her mouth.

“Think I can put that mouth to better use.” And that hand at the back of her head pushes her down.

Rue finally breaks eye contact, grey gaze going to the proudly showing length of him. He’s a big man. Thick. And she aches at just the sight of him. At the way his free hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, holding firmly, pumping slowly. The tip twitches, and Rue twirls her tongue around it before taking him into her mouth.

There’s a tang to his skin. Salt and bitterness. The texture is rough and ridged, and Rue’s head swims at just the thought of what he would feel like inside her. The stretch and friction and heat. She can’t help but moan, and then hum her delight when the Ghoul’s fist tightens and a rough, breathy, “Fuck,” hisses out of him.

Rue wants a few more of those. She adjusts her position and angle as much as the hand at her head allows. She takes him deep as she can, wishing her hands were free so she could show the base of him and his balls some proper attention, but she works with what she has. Sucking. Licking. Teeth-grazing just a bit –and then a bit more when he growls. She thinks he likes it. No, she’s sure he does. Especially when his hips begin to buck and his hand won’t allow her to pull back even the slightest bit. Rue flattens her tongue, blinking away tears as he fucks himself deeper.

“Fuck. You got a mouth on ya. Fuckin’ tongue on ya.”

Her eyes tick up to his face. Bleary as it is, there’s heat in his half-lidded eyes, a cocky curl to his lips. She works harder for that ghost of a grin, trying to take him deeper. Trying not to gag on him. His prick regularly scrapes at her throat, and rough, senseless, absolutely filthy things come tumbling from him. His hips snap erratically. Tears run hot down her cheeks, but she feels so victorious. As if she won some grand prize when the Ghoul’s thick, hot, bitter spend hits the back of her throat.

Rue swallows it down, knowing she’ll need RadAway later but not caring the least bit. Rads are in everything, and right now, he’s her preferred source. She continues to suck and trace her tongue along him even once he’s spent, delighting in the shiver that racks its way through him. He tenses and swears, and the hand tangled in her hair rips her away to hold at arm’s length. His eyes are all over her face and body, beholding her as if she’s some strange creature. Like he’s not sure what just happened and doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do next –do with her.

Her chest heaves, and she smiles wildly at him, telling him, “Shoulda let me use my hands.”

He laughs at her, an actual laugh not edged by cruelty or mocking, and lets go his iron grip on her head. Without him steadying her, she falls back on her ass, but Rue hardly cares. She’s delighted to see him undone, to watch his chest rise and fall rapidly and have his searing gaze upon her.

“That why ya think Deck wants ya whorin’? He’d make a mint off you.”

It’s the least sexy thing he could have said, but it’s on par with what Rue knows of him. A dig at her to keep her low, but a… twisted kind of compliment. Her unreadable smile clings to her lips as she shakes her head and steadies herself, drawing her legs in so that she sits cross-legged.

“I ain’t ever touched the man,” she tells the Ghoul matter of fact-ly. “And he’d be fuckin’ frothin’ knowin’ what I just did.”

The Ghoul clicks his tongue, and the smile he dons is vicious. “So, then I’m a way to take a dig at him?”

He must think he’s figured her out again –that he’s part of some ploy on her part. A piece to be used. She supposes she can’t blame him for being so mistrustful. Not with the Wasteland being the way it is. He’s probably been played dozens of times by dozens of people. She’s facing the product of that.

Rue laughs and rolls her eyes. “Fuck no. I can’t just like you?”

He shakes his head. Rue’s smile dims a touch, the warmth she feels diminishing as she watches him tuck his half-hard cock away and stand, making quick work of sorting out his pants and belt.

“I ain’t stupid, sweetheart.” He rolls his shoulders and breathes a contented sigh. A subtle flick of the wrist, and a handful of caps spills onto her lap and clatters on the floor. “Thanks for the head.”

And just like that, the Ghoul is gone. Rue’s left staring after him, into the dark night through the door he leaves carelessly open in his wake.

Though her heart twists pitifully, painfully, she finds herself laughing. It’s a manic sound even to her own ears, and she clamps down on it quickly, shaking her head fiercely and hopping to her feet. The caps on her lap further scatter and roll.

She sways but presses towards the door to kick it closed, knowing she can’t just leave it open. Whatever the fuck lives under her house might just decide tonight’s the night, and she’s not the least bit equipped to fight it.

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Wiggling out of the ropes around her wrists takes Rue an hour, and once they hit the floor, she tosses herself in bed, frustrated and… unfulfilled. She really thought her night would go differently, that she would get some action from the bounty hunter she’s been fantasizing about for months. But no. She has to use her own damn hands, her imagination. And though the Ghoul had left her high and dry (or really wet rather), he did leave her with some good material to work with.

Despite the heartbreak of the night, Rue manages to sleep fitfully, and when she wakes, she goes about her day as she always does. Breakfast is whatever she has on hand (eggs, fried and lightly salted, and some toast). When she’s done and the dishes are clean, she starts on laundry: washing thoroughly and hanging it out to dry on a line strung from porch post to porch post. She washes herself in the tub out back, hiding from any prying eyes behind a ratty curtain. She tidies around her house a bit, picking up the caps the Ghoul had dropped on her lap. Temptation to keep them does briefly seize her, but it’s dirty money. She doesn’t want it. She ties the fistful she doesn’t even bother to count up in a swatch of fabric and tucks it into her skirt pocket where they’ll stay until the Ghoul breezes through again.

When noon rolls around, Rue starts towards Mulholland’s and finds anything and everything to do to delay her arrival.

The Hendersons have a whole mess of newly-hatched chicks, and the lovely older couple don’t mind when she pops up in their backyard to play and coo at them. They even let her feed them, and Rue can’t help but giggle when the chickens hop around her feet, trying to get at the grain in her hands. It’s even better when they go pecking at her palms to get after it.

Bell O’Neil has a new baby boy, and she’s out on her house’s front porch rocking him when Rue comes strolling by. The might-as-well-be-single mother flags her down, asking her to pretty please hold the tyke so she can get a bathroom break in. Rue obliges, taking the bundle of joy into her arms and the seat Bell vacates. She gently rocks the babbling baby, responding to his babytalk with nonsense of her own. When Bell comes back, Rue returns the boy to his mother, and she gets back to her walk.

Artie Merlowe, the man she’s apparently fighting for the title of Dust’s most… off individual, runs up to her as she passes by the old, blasted school house and rusted-to-hell flagpole he usually spends all day twirling around. He asks her what news she has. She tells him it’s not good. The Dust Devils have been congregating in large numbers around town, BUT it’s looking like rain. Their numbers will be diminished and scattered soon as it falls. He thanks her for her brave report. She salutes him in response before marching on.

All this makes her late for work, which is very standard for her and still somehow so very tiresome to Hal despite this going on for years. He asks her what slowed her down today, and she says she just had to go play with the Henderson’s chickens and help Bell. And Artie and she just had to have words –important stuff going on, on Dust’s frontlines and all. The barkeep shakes his head at her, telling her to put her stuff away and help Adel get the girls ready. 

Rue spares Hal a salute and a, “Sir, yes sir!”

She stows her bag under the bar, and then takes the stairs to the second floor by twos where Adel –a fifty-something-year-old woman with the temperament and looks of viper– greets her with a narrow-eyed up-down and an aggravated sigh that spills forth a grey haze of cigarette smoke.

“Ugh. One of these days, Deck’ll listen to me when I say we gotta getcha outta those awful, fuckin’ clothes. You just look like a tater. A dumb, smiling, shapeless tater.”

Rue, personally, doesn’t see anything wrong with that. In fact, it’s a massive compliment to be compared to something so versatile and tasty. She wishes she had some potatoes right now. Mashed or baked with some butter and cream. Winnie over at Shade and Sundries fries them up real good, too.

Of course, Adel doesn’t like to hear all that, and the way Rue turns the jab around makes her more cross than anything, those already narrowed eyes becoming angry slits. She bats a hand at Rue forcefully, sentencing her to corset lacing duty –as well as tells her to keep her hands off the makeup unless she’s going to be serious with it.

Rue insists she is serious with it. Lara looks great with spiderwebs around her eyes, and Nina should have been born with fish scales they suit her so well. How are neither of those things sexy? 

Adel blows cigarette smoke in Rue’s face and tells her to, “Lace. The. Fucking. Corsets.”

Rue laces the fucking corsets. She pops into every single room, lacing every single corset. She laces corsets already having been laced, and only Molly bothers to shoo her away, saying she doesn’t have time for Rue’s nonsense. And she swears to God dealing with her is like dealing with a concussed toddler.

The concussed toddler just smiles and lets Molly’s door slam in her face before whirling around to go back to Lara’s room to make sure her corset is fucking laced. Adel, either having sensed or seen Rue’s nonsense, seizes her, telling Rue to get her stupid ass downstairs. She obliges happily, taking her place behind the bar with Hal, Rina, and Yumi as they wait for their patrons to trickle in.

Hal diligently cleans a mug (and Rue’s pretty certain he only ever cleans that one to make people think he cleans the others). Yumi and Rina talk to one another in giggling whispers. Rue’s gaze fastens on the nearest window. She watches the street, the people moving to-and-fro, as a gentle drizzle begins to settle the dust.

For half a second, something rages in Rue’s chest. Something that wants her to run out into the rain and scream. Laugh. To spin around and dance like she’s lost her last ounce of sanity. To just flat out run and run and keep running, letting the rain wash away her tracks.

But Rue just leans into the bar, propping her chin upon a fist and staring blankly out of the cracked glass.

She wonders if the Ghoul is still in town.

[dalekofchaos]

Sean and Daniel should have been able to clear their name

Thinking about LIS 2 again and how unsatisfied I am about the endings.

None of the endings are good in my opinion.

Redemption is just soul crushing. Sean goes to jail for 15 years for a crime he didn't even commit. Sean’s life in Prison for 15 years would’ve been an absolute living hell. Not only was 15 years of his life taken from him, but he literally went through hell and there is no telling how brutal his time in prison could’ve been. Especially since he was labeled as a cop killer.

For a long time I believed the best endings were Parting Ways and Blood Brothers and thought Redemption did more harm than good. Now I feel like it's the opposite.

Escaping to another country sounds like a good plan, but there is something called extradition treaties; and the US & Mexico has had one for for a long time. More than likely US authorities are waiting on Daniel to turn 18 so that he can't use the "I'm a minor, you can't charge me" defense. No doubt the brothers are about to get raided as soon as Daniel turns 18. They either get to Cuba or they are going to lead a life constantly on the run as every continental country in Central & South America has an extradition treaty as well.

In the case of Parting Ways, Daniel will be under house arrest as they raid Puerto Lobos and extradite Sean while Daniel has to live under house arrest knowing there is nothing he could've done to save Sean.

And Lone Wolf has Daniel treated like a literal villain.

So unfortunately Redemption is the only ending where anyone is close to happy. Sean does his time to protect Daniel and sees Lyla again. Daniel lives a happy life in Beaver Creek and while Sean carries trauma with him, he gets to live and be free.

And don't get me started on how morality plays into the endings.

High Morality ending result in Sean either spending 15 years in prison or the brothers being separated in America. But the low morality ending results in the brothers together as criminals or Sean dead in Mexico? Why is staying in America painted as a moral ending, but choosing to stay in Mexico, the goal of the game is considered the immoral ending? Like, Mexico is not a guaranteed ticket to being a criminal. Wouldn't it make more sense for high morality to lead to Sean clearing his name? Very tone deaf DONTNOD.

But that out of the way, here is why we should've gotten the opportunity to gain the Diaz brothers freedom.

Redemption Ending, while tragic is a good ending. and it got me thinking afterwards about the actual legal implications of Sean's actions, and a 15 year jail sentence (shortened I assume for good behavior) seems quite extreme.

I imagine that it would be very difficult for the prosecution to prove without reasonable doubt that Sean killed the police officer in Seattle. If he surrendered immediately in Chapter 1, he could just say there was an explosion which knocked him unconscious and he doesn't know what happened. The police have no proof or physical evidence linking the death to Daniel and I imagine that any competent lawyer can get the brothers acquitted for the officer's death.

Now I know that Sean was just a kid who watched his father get murdered and panicked, so I understand why he ran, but running away made everything worse. By selecting moral choices, in the end my Sean was really on the hook for destroying the hotel room, grand theft auto, working on a pot farm, and trashing the police station (Karen took the blame for the church fire). I didn't assault the shopkeeper, didn't murder Lisbeth or Merril, and a 15 year jail sentence seems crazy to me and undermined what was otherwise a great ending.

So there are two ways I'd do this.

Having Sean go back after the conversation with Brody or contact Agent Flores when David suggests he turn themselves in.

Option 1.

In my opinion the game should've gave us two paths regarding what you say to Brody in episode 1.

Go to Puerto Lobos. Same game as before

Clear your name. After talking to Brody, he takes you to the police, but still stay at the motel. Sean tells Daniel the truth and in episode 2 is about Sean preparing for the trial. Daniel is sent to Claire and Stephen. Episode 3-4 is the trial and episode 5 is the conclusion. The smoking gun is Brett and Daniel, Brett revealing he was an asshole who got their father killed and Daniel revealing(privately) to the judge, Flores and lawyers his power. Sean is cleared and the choice would be

Return to Seattle

Go to Beaver's Creek

Go to Puerto Lobos

Option 2

Twos scenarios would be given to us. Continue the story we got or take David’s advice and make contact with Detective Flores and tell her he can explain everything. So we have a trial. Tell that their asshole neighbor Brett was harassing Daniel and Sean came to his rescue. After the fight ended badly, the officer came on the scene and explain that when Esteban was trying to defuse the situation, the officer shot their father and this set off Daniel’s powers and caused the incident. Shockingly, Brett is alive and comes forward as a witness. Telling everyone Sean and Daniel are telling the truth and that he was just being an asshole. Then Sean and Daniel requested a private audience with the judge, Agent Flores and the attorneys. Daniel displays his powers and Sean explains that when the officer shot their father it triggered his powers, went off in the hotel, pot farm and other unexplainable events. Everyone is in shock, but the judge requests everyone keeps this under wraps. And it ends with the jury announcing. “We find Sean and Daniel Diaz Not Guilty” Sean cries tears of joy and embraces Daniel and Karen, Claire, Stephen and Lyla all come forward to hug Sean and Daniel. The Wolf Brothers are finally free.

Final ending would be between where we choose to go. Return to Seattle, return to Beaver Creek, return to Away with Karen or go to Puerto Lobos.

Flash forwards shows the brothers returning to Beaver Creek. Daniel growing up happily with Chris and Sarah Lee at his side and Sean reuniting with Lyla. In one of the flashes we would see a big Birthday celebration for Sean and we would see Sean, Daniel, Karen, Claire, Stephen, Chris, Jake, Sarah Lee, Lyla, Finn and Cassidy together celebrating Sean’s birthday. We would also see Sean and Daniel’s individual graduations. And as for the ending I guess we could have either Sean and Daniel living happily and free in Beaver’s Creek, Sean and Daniel returning to Seattle or Sean saying goodbye as he leaves for Puerto Lobos with whoever you romanced and if you romanced no one, Sean would leave with Finn, Cassidy or Lyla to Puerto Lobos(Parkaz is the hill I am dying on)

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Boycott!

I'm playing around with tags, but I'm still worried that many collections have stopped (this is most noticeable with collections from Sudan, Congo, Haiti and Syria)

It doesn't help that tumblr hides some tags (Because it belongs to a Zionist company, it's not a joke…), so unfortunately this means that tags about Palestine don't appear like before, and it doesn't help that there is less and less engagement…

And if you go to tags now, apart from porn blogs and Amazon, you must also see liberals from "Vote Blue", or, for example, masturbation to Harris and bullshit about Trump, which sounds fucking disgusting in the context of what's happening in Gaza...

Fuck the blue MAGA, they only care about Paletsyn if their Zionist is to win…

But what do you expect from America's white privileged liberals? It is known that they only think about themselves, but they lie that they care about minorities (And they are the first to throw stones at striking minorities because they have the nerve to fight for their rights)

Liberals, you are ignorant people who lie that you care about the victims of Israel, shame on you

Now that I have your attention:

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I can already see liberals in the comments using texts like AI, because they are predictable as hell (And as usual, they ignore genocide because they think that their Zionist will end it all when her fucking party supplies weapons, but what can you expect from naive people who believe in empty words and promises?)