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stxrvel · 9 months

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hate is a strong word

summary: you hated Bucky and you were convinced that he hated you back. until one time he was talking to you and it started to sound... lovely? what was happening?

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: 6k

warnings: some bad words, a lot of arguments, a HUGE flashback, a little bit of angst i think? bucky and reader insult each other, reader doesn't like to listen, bucky is easily angered, bucky likes to destroy things when he gets angry but regrets it easily, this is not exactly a healthy relationship(? descriptions of weapons, missiles and buildings being bombed, reader is also very stubborn and likes to put her life at risk… or so.

note: hi guys!! so i came back and i am kinda proud of this one. i think i haven't felt that way in a long time. i gave myself the time to write when i felt like it and it was wonderful, so this came out. also i put the poll for a whole week and i can't change it now >:(, but i think this onsehot fits the angst with a happy ending (im not sure if this fits the angst tho, you gotta tell me) but im gonna try to do something else that fits the vibe, and i'll probably do some other poll to write about someone else. (also i think i should warn you guys that i dont think im that good writing action scenes or tension scenes, so if that's bad i hope you forgive me): anyway, hope you guys like this one!! i love reading your comments so if you want and can, please leave some <33 love you all and see you next time!

part 2

Bucky was really pissing you off too much at that moment. Or maybe you were feeling a little uncomfortable.

He hadn't spoken a single word to you since you had arrived at that tiny house, only shrugged silently and then exploded. You had seen Bucky explode several times before and you admitted that watching him was somewhat entertaining; seeing the faces of frightened people, trying to flee away from his angry face and destructive hands, but physically forced to stand by and listen to his scolding. You used to have fun with that. However, at the time, when you were the extreme recipient of that anger, it wasn't so much fun.

You had already heard a couple of broken glass, shattered wood and metal containers fall to the ground. Maybe five minutes or so had passed and he was barely pausing to look at his artwork. It wasn't too much that he had taken and thrown while you had stayed in the room, but it had all sounded very loud, so you had no choice but to go out and see what he was doing.

You were leaning against the threshold of the hallway to the bedrooms, right across from the living room and kitchen. Bucky looked like he had just finished getting all his anger out when he finally stood silently. He probably thought you were asleep while he was doing all that, as if that sound couldn't wake you up. Was he really that angry about what you had done? You mean, yes, it was very risky, but there you were alive, weren't you?

You felt the best thing you could do was to stay quiet and wait for him to say or do something, because you could risk that angry outburst really coming down in your face. For that moment he had only taken it out on the house, which had nothing to do with your problems, and you didn't want the arguments to start filling the silence that followed his stillness.

But, well, you didn't always do the right thing. That's why you were in that situation in the first place.

“Are you done yet?” you signed your sentence.

Bucky had a tense posture, squared shoulders moving in rhythm with his accelerated breathing. His back was to you, staring at the kitchen counter that had been left completely empty. You knew by the way he was clasping his hands that he was trying to maintain his composure.

“Are you serious?” his voice came out hoarse, a sign of his growing anger.

Maybe you should have stopped there, or when he continued to not turn to look at you, but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.

“What's your problem, Barnes? Yes, I took a chance, but it's not that big of a deal. It's not for this,” you pointed to the mess around you, even though he wasn't looking at you.

“It's not a big deal, you say?” Bucky moved and you felt yourself watching his angry figure move in slow motion. “What's your problem?”

His beady eyes met yours. You felt a little intimidated by the ripples of annoyance coming off his body, filling the entire room with an unbearable, suffocating tension. His scowl and that strangely calm tone of voice made your hair stand on end.

None of the pieces of glass or splintered wood on the floor looked as dangerous as that expression on Bucky's face. He looked very angry, yes, but there was also something in his eyes when he looked at you. Something like concern… but that was impossible.

“Really, Y/N, what's your problem? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Now, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I was the mission leader!” his voice rose, his body moving forward as he pointed his index finger at himself. “And you were supposed to follow my orders.”

“I did, Barnes, I-”

“No,” he exclaimed, again moving closer. “You didn't do anything I asked you to do! Why can't you just…? Argh.”

You moved back a little as he planted his hands on the dining room table. You felt a little pressure in your chest at the sight of him like this, as if defeated and hopeless. Disappointed. But that was a common thing. That's why you used to have individual missions, and that's why you didn't really like working in a team. You mean, it wasn't wrong to do it, but everything always ended up in arguments because nobody liked the way you worked, so it was better to do it alone, right?

Seeing Bucky like that reminded you of how many times you had seen that look on the faces of Steve, Natasha, Tony, Clint, even Thor… It was never welcome nor were you comfortable with what was coming next, but it was the way you worked, how could you change out of nowhere something you had done your whole life?

Maybe you just had to apologize, sometimes that worked. Because you also knew that, knowing how bossy and caring Bucky was, you should have at least held back a little during the mission. Bucky's patience couldn't stand that sort of thing.

“Listen, I'm sorry, okay? I was a little careless, but that's how-”

“A little careless?” he interrupted you, his voice and face incredulous. "You almost got yourself killed."

“We're in this job under that risk, Barnes, that's not news.”

The man in the middle of the mess ran his hands over his face, elated, frustrated and surely overwhelmed. He let out a sound somewhere between a snort and a growl before turning back to look at you.

“Why can't you just listen?”

His accusing gaze enlarged a hole in your chest that you constantly tried to ignore, planting bitter feelings of sadness that you were usually very good at avoiding. But at that moment, for some reason, you couldn't stop your face from twitching at the strong, hurt tone of the man who looked at you as if he couldn't believe who you are and what you do. It seemed like Bucky was always in denial and today he realized that what everyone always told him was true.

That look, that dull gleam in his eye, that expression of understanding… All of that you were used to seeing, but coming from him it felt different. As if you hadn't really meant to cause those feelings, as if you wanted to turn back time to do things differently. The surprisingly incredulous and remorseful look was digging deep into your head, searing itself with hot iron to make sure to haunt you in the future.

At that moment you didn't care if Bucky realized how much his words affected you. Maybe you deserved to feel that way. Maybe he should have known that it affected you too much, that would surely do more than an apology.

“If only you had listened to me, we would have left sooner and without any trouble,” Bucky spoke again after what felt like hours of silence.

You couldn't take him back. It was true.

“Why did you…? Argh. Whatever. I'm going to report to Fury.”

His figure passed you like a blur. You barely felt his presence very superficially before all was silent again.

Your heart ached again. For some reason, it wouldn't stop hurting that it was still beating.

The day before.

“WHAT?” you exclaimed in disbelief and the director's tired look reappeared.

“It's already scheduled, Y/N, I can't undo it. So just go, try to cooperate together and come back in one piece,” Fury leaned back against the back of the chair, putting his feet up on the desk.

You looked at his shoes as if they were to blame for everything.

“It's funnier to think Bucky reacted the same way,” Tony spoke up, sitting in the chair next to yours, a mocking expression on his face.

“Shut up,” you smacked his arm before turning back to the director. “Sir, you know Barnes and I don't get along and knowing that, what makes you think we'll hit it off on a mission?”

Fury shrugged. “A hunch.”

“A hunch…?” you repeated in a low tone, twice as incredulous that the big SHIELD director had just said that.

“That's it, agent, you're dismissed.”

You left his office on your own, not because you had been dispatched. The walk to the housing complex took you longer than ever at that point.

You'd only had one mission with Bucky Barnes once a couple of years ago and it had been a disaster. Your group missions usually ended with a close call, but that time with Bucky it was like going to hell and back.

You two had never gotten along. Regardless of Fury's hundreds of attempts to get along, you had never managed to vibrate on the same frequency. It seemed more like you repelled each other every time you were together, and it was totally justified because Bucky was too bossy and wouldn't let you breathe for a single second. Every second of the mission had to be ruled by him because otherwise he was going to explode into a sea of rage and, God, no one wanted to piss Bucky off in that Complex. However, you were always the first to tell him that his tactics weren't working or that he was too slow and well, naturally, you ended up arguing.

You met Natasha and Steve halfway to the rooms and from the way they both looked at each other before the redhead approached you knew you must surely have a scrunched up face.

“Did something happen?” Natasha asked as soon as she reached your side and started walking at the same pace as you, slightly more hurried than usual.

“Fury assigned me a mission with Barnes,” you spat out the good news, impossibly frowning harder at the mention of that name.

“Oh,” Natasha nodded. “Well, you could try to work things out-”

“What things, Natasha?” you paused, turning to look at her as everything around you turned red. “There's nothing to fix here, because Barnes is a stubborn, obstinate, childish, bossy, stupid man who is incapable of speaking like a civilized adult and only knows how to shout orders everywhere as if he's the bossy one in the Complex. I can't stand him!”

“Wow.”

You heard his voice.

“I hope you know the feeling is reciprocated.”

You turned to see him, his body was leaning against the island at the entrance to the kitchen, in a strategic spot as if you could never realize he was there because your path was to the other side. Natasha watched between the two of you like a tennis match, fearful as if at any moment the screaming would start and she would have to run away.

You didn't know what to do. You were super angry, yes, and you felt your blood boiling inside your veins, too. And you'd said all that stuff to Bucky's face before, and God knows how many times before you'd argued just by seeing each other in the halls of the Complex. Despite that, you felt trapped. The anger was still there, yes, but his gaze pierced through you like a sword.

“Believe me, I don't want to go on this mission with a stubborn, obstinate, headstrong, ignorant, individualist like you either, who cares not for the safety of the team but for her own victory, no matter how she achieves it.”

With his eyes sharp, his heavy footsteps approached you, echoing in your head loudly like the second hand of a clock. He had stopped at a safe distance as he spoke and at one point Natasha had grabbed your arm when it seemed you had tried to approach him as well.

“You're a hypocrite,” you spat at him.

“Ha! Me?”

“You always play the saintly dove, but you know you're not much different from me.”

“I'm nothing like you,” Bucky wrinkled his face, as if the very thought caused him to shiver with disgust.

“You're an individualist, too, imposing your plans on others.”

“You never have a plan! What do you expect me to do, let you go and die?”

“I do have plans! But you don't like them because they are more effective than yours.”

“They're more effective at the cost of risking more of our lives.”

“That's what our job is all about!”

“Our job is about protecting! How are you going to accomplish a mission if you're dead?”

“Well, I've done pretty well so far, in case you haven't noticed.”

“If I had a nickel for every time you've gone airhead straight into danger and ended up nowhere near dead, I'd have as much money as Stark.”

“And if I had a nickel for every time your stupid, slow plans have caused you to lose sight of the target and made you come back empty-handed, I'd be twice as rich as Stark.”

“At least my kill rate is minus five.”

“And my hit rate is one hundred by the way.”

“Are you even listening to what you're saying?”

“That I always finish missions on the first try, unlike you?”

“That you're treating your life like it's something insignificant.”

“Ah, now you care about my life?”

Natasha tightened her hand around your forearm again preventing you from again getting too close to the man who was getting on your nerves. Before he could respond, you spoke again:

“Look, Barnes, to make it absolutely clear to you for the rest of your long life: I love my life and I love my job. I love my life because it allows me to have this job and I love my job because it allows me to have this life. If you have a problem with how I choose to do the job, that's just that, your problem. But don't think you're coming here to give me a psychology lesson to make me believe that I don't value my life just because now you've run out of arguments. It's because I value my life, Barnes, that I always come out of every mission unscathed. I don't put myself at risk because I'm oblivious. I always have everything figured out and that's why everything always works out for me.”

Bucky snorted, his body moving away from yours, but despite that expression on his face he didn't respond again. He gave you a sidelong glance before walking back into the kitchen.

Your shoulders felt a little lighter. For a moment you thought he was going to continue arguing.

Natasha next to you sighed, finally letting go of your forearm.

“Why did you hold me so tight?” you frowned at her, rubbing the part of your skin that was slightly red. “Did you really think I was going to fight a super soldier?”

Natasha shrugged under your gaze.

“We've known you to do crazy things.”

“I wouldn't have stood a chance of beating him even if he gave me the upper hand.”

Five hours earlier.

You hadn't seen Bucky for the rest of the day after that discussion, until the next day when you had to get on the Quinjet and didn't even glance at each other.

Steve was in charge of handling the airplane and, apparently, he was also in charge of briefing you on how you were going to proceed on the mission, because Bucky was too busy drilling holes with his gaze somewhere else on the Quinjet away from the two of you.

Neither spoke when you descended nor when you approached the base apparently in a state of abandonment.

Bucky's mission were flat and simple, but as usual he had no backup plan, because all his backup plans were the same: run away. Bucky had a chick's sense of survival, that's why when things went bad was the time when he would scream at you the loudest.

Just like it happened on that mission.

“This place is deadly quiet,” you spoke for the first time, barely earning a sidelong glance from the man next to you.

You had already finished thermo-sensor checking every floor of the building and it was indeed desolate. Still, you felt a strange uncomfortable chill run down your back.

“Well, that's what deserted means,” Bucky commented, his sarcasm sharp.

You rolled your eyes at him, even if he couldn't see you, and kept walking with your gun raised as you approached the checkpoint.

“I mean I can't even hear birds or crickets, doesn't that strike you as odd?”

“Well, we're on the fourth floor, wouldn't it make it stranger if you could hear them at this altitude?”

“Well, you can hear at this height. Tell me, do you hear anything down below?”

Bucky paused. They were a few steps away from reaching the room. His deadly stare caused you nothing but boredom and you would have ignored him completely except that he let out a sigh, dejected. You detailed him minutely as he seemed to focus his hearing on external sounds.

“There's nothing,” he spoke after a few seconds, his brow slightly furrowed.

“You see?”

“But that doesn't mean anything. We'd better finish this quickly.”

Ignoring the grimace on your face, Bucky moved to step into the room whose door was wide open. You stared offended at his back and felt the urge to smack his big head with the butt of your gun.

“Here it is,” you heard him exclaim from inside.

Sighing you made your way to where he stood. A large display of old computers anchored to the wall.

“You should do it yourself,” you looked at Bucky with a smirk. “I don't handle equipment this old.”

Bucky only snorted in response and moved with his gun to another side of the room, leaving you in complete silence to do your job.

You moved quietly and sat down in front of the machines. You plugged them into the power source you brought in your suitcase and in a few minutes they began to work.

The mission was simple. There was one of the old HYDRA bases that contained specific information that Fury needed to find. Up to that point, they had searched about seven abandoned bases without any success. So there you were with Bucky, at the eighth base they had identified, digging through old commands and in another language trying to find the information they needed.

Ever since they left the Complex that morning you were convinced you would find nothing. They had already raided several bases and there were still a few more to go. The probability that you would find that information at that time was…

Bingo.

“Got it,” you exclaimed to Bucky.

You heard his hurried footsteps and then felt the warmth of his body next to you.

“Is that it?”

“Just a folder.”

“And why does it load so slowly?”

“It's an old computer, Bucky, it works at its own pace.”

Bucky gave you a sidelong glance. “Wish you understood me like you understand that thing.”

“Aish,” you pouted by way of mockery. “Jealous, Barnes?”

The aforementioned just snorted.

The load was running at forty percent and truth be told, yes, it was too slow. But you could do nothing but wait, there was no way to speed it up.

Bucky paced back and forth behind you and you just watched the green lines move as if that helped at all. But, well, what else could you do?

At one point, as the charge was about to reach eighty percent, you heard interference on your communicators.

“Argh,” you shook your head and raised your hand to move the device a little away until the sound died down. “Steve?”

There was no response.

You turned to look at Bucky, who had the same quizzical expression.

The interference returned and then you heard Steve's voice distorted.

“… of… moment!”

“What the fuck is he saying?”

Bucky remained silent, tapping the device on his ear as if that would fix it.

But you saw it before you heard Steve's voice again.

A clump of people through the window. A freshly loaded cannon.

“Barnes…”

And at that moment, Steve's voice filled them with clarity.

“It's an ambush! Get out of there now!”

The quickness of the impact didn't let you process what was happening. Less than a second after hearing Steve the ground shook beneath your feet. The cracks in the floor started small and then swallowed you apart.

You held onto a beam, barely lucid enough. You propelled yourself upward, swinging your forearms over the patch of ground that was still intact. You heard Bucky's grunts in the distance. He was surely all right.

You heard him call out to you too, but as soon as you could sit down on the ground, the first thing you did was to reach for the pendrive.

Your heart was pounding, so hard it might as well have flown out on its own. Your breathing accelerated, with adrenaline rushing through your body was the only thing you could feel. At that moment you felt capable of anything.

You stood up quickly to look out the window again. The people were gone and the cannon had been destroyed.

It was at that moment that you realized that Steve was still talking on the communicator.

“I'm fine,” you replied, after being able to decipher his words amidst the constant buzzing from the sound of the explosion and the dizziness you felt at the sight of the hole next to you.

“Okay, you're both fine,” the Captain spoke again.

“Y/N, you can get down from there and get to the floor below. I'll catch you.”

At the sound of Bucky's voice, you moved away from the window.

Bucky had landed on the floor below, and yes, from where you were you could jump up and you'd probably have nothing but a cramp.

“How's it going up there?”

“Well, the shields are holding up okay, but I've got poor vision. I think they're regrouping somewhere else.”

You looked around.

Most of the floor had swallowed up the computers, but the main one was still loading the document. You could see the green from where you were. It was at ninety-seven percent.

But it was dangerous to get too close. The pendrive was dangling from the main computer which was about to succumb to the cracked floor.

There was some concrete left in front of the computers that you could walk across, so, without a second thought, you mapped out a mental guidance plan and moved forward.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I'm getting the pendrive.”

“What? Are you insane? That side of the floor isn't going to support your weight!”

“Yes it will. I know how to do it.”

You started walking all over the remaining edge of the floor in front of what was left of the computers. Small pieces would break off as you passed causing Bucky to hiss.

“Y/N, you'd better stop and get down right now. There's still a risk of them firing again.”

“I'm gonna get it, Barnes.”

“Y/N! Get down, now!”

Ignoring his command, you held onto the remaining wall in front of you as you continued on your way, almost reaching where the pendrive was, about to fall into the abyss.

Ninety-eight percent.

“Y/N!”

“Fucking hell, Barnes, will you shut the fuck up? Your yelling is breaking my concentration.”

“You want me to just stay quiet while you walk to your certain death?”

“I'm not going to dieee- ahh-”

Your left foot, the one in front, wobbled as a piece of the floor came loose. You clung tightly to the wall as best you could, breathing deeply to calm your racing heart. Panicking at that moment wasn't going to do any good.

“God, I can't believe this,” you heard Bucky's voice, muttering to himself. “Now are you really going to get off?”

His voice sounded reprimanding, but agitated. In the midst of that mess, you wondered for a moment if he was really worried.

“I'm almost there.”

You heard him grunt in the distance.

You kept moving your feet in the direction of the main computer, this time more cautiously and more slowly. The floor all along that edge was too cracked, on the verge of falling. You were surprised it had lasted this long.

At that point, Bucky started talking to Steve, but you kept your full concentration on not falling. Maybe Bucky was right and you really didn't have any regard for your life, but…. No, no. You were very sure of what you were doing. You couldn't give up without trying everything. Maybe for Bucky it was too risky, but that was your life. And you knew you could do it.

Ninety-nine.

You had reached the critical point on the ground.

The voices of the two men were becoming too overwhelming, so you quickly took off your communicator and stuffed it in one of your tactical pants pockets.

“What the fuck did you just do?” Bucky exclaimed, a considerable distance away. He wasn't as far away as you thought.

“Your voices are distracting me!”

Good. You were close. Maybe from there you could reach it… if you stretched a little… a little more… a little- Whoop. Nope. You weren't that close. Another chunk of floor fell and with it everything around you shifted. The concrete was so unstable that it tilted further into the abyss after your not at all incredible maneuver.

You had to get even closer.

You had to use plan c.

But for that, the pendrive had to be one hundred percent charged and you weren't sure you could wait for that. Or well, you weren't sure the floor would hold. You had to be quick.

You heard Bucky behind you, but his words were carried away by the wind. You couldn't focus on him because that would be too distracting.

So, arriving at point x, you executed your plan as quickly as possible.

You ran. Even if the world was falling down, you ran. In the direction of the pendrive. The green number didn't change. You took a deep breath. You felt the sparks fly around you. The sound of the ground cracking was going to haunt you in several dreams.

You picked up the pendrive. You would have a few extra seconds as you leaned over and climbed over the computers to gain momentum.

The bing of the computer filled you with a rush of adrenaline.

One hundred percent.

You jumped. You held your breath for a second. Nerves built up in your throat. You felt like you were going to lose consciousness for a minute. Maybe you heard Bucky in the background, you weren't sure, but knowing him he was probably still scolding you.

In the midst of a deep exhalation…

Your feet hit the ground. You rolled. You moved quickly as you turned to see that the ground was still falling. You got up and ran.

You ran until you collided with a solid body. Bucky was shaking your shoulders.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he exclaimed, his face angry.

You could hear Steve's voice through his communicator because of how close he was.

“Shit.”

He grabbed your arm and you ran again.

Somehow, Bucky managed to get you out of the building as they bombed it again. You had a gunfight the moment you touched the cold snow.

You moved alongside Bucky like a symphony, aiming and firing with your gun until you managed to get away.

When you noticed that you kept going and kept running…

“Where's Steve?”

“If you had your fucking communicator on…”

Bucky grabbed your hand again to keep running.

You quickly reached a shack that looked abandoned and the man next to you wasted no time in letting go of you and running in the direction of what appeared to be a garage. There was a motorcycle.

You reached into your pocket only to realize that the communicator had been destroyed.

And Bucky looked too angry to want to talk.

“Get on.”

He drove all the way into town, but he didn't stop there.

You were on the road for at least about two hours. You had no idea where you were.

Somewhere along that trip, Bucky stopped in front of another abandoned shack and from there he pulled out a car. He set the bike on fire.

You went back on the road, for at least another hour.

Until you reached a small town and Bucky finally stopped in front of a house that didn't look so neglected.

“They destroyed the Quinjet's shields at missile point. Steve had to leave. We'll stay here until I can get through to Fury and we know what to do.”

His voice gave no room for retorts.

Present.

Well, yes, you were a bit reckless during missions, but so what? You got what you needed thanks to your incredible action plans and always came out unscathed. If you didn't do that during missions, how far behind would they be now in their knowledge against the enemy? They would probably be sitting ducks. Bucky didn't see that.

You two didn't talk for much of the afternoon and evening. You had spent it in the living room, trying to avoid the mess he had made to get something to eat and rest. You had perhaps slept for about three hours when you woke up and saw him sitting in one of the dining room chairs. The room looked cleaner than before.

Bucky sighed when he realized you had woken up.

“I'm sorry I yelled at you.”

You frowned. “What?”

“Earlier when we arrived. And for all the mess,” he averted his gaze when you leaned on your forearm to get a better look at him.

“Don't you think it was the least you could do?” quizzical, you sat back on the couch.

“Weren't you the one who said I don't know how to talk like a civilized adult?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Sometimes.”

“Well, now I want to. That's why I deeply apologize for reacting that way.”

You remained silent, not really knowing how to answer him. On the previous mission you'd had with Bucky, when the whole mess was over and you were quietly in the Quinjet taking it all in, Bucky had only said “you're fucking crazy” to you before exiting the aircraft. There was no scolding, at least not from him, no complaining, no yelling. Just that. And with that you stayed for a week because you never even saw him again.

Despite the number of times you had heard that, you couldn't see it that way. That was your job, that was what you did and you didn't dislike it. You had done it forever, it was basically your way of life and you had always done it excellently. You trained and practiced for situations like that, that's why you were part of SHIELD's risk management team for so long. You used to risk your life like that to save other people and it didn't bother you. Now you were still doing it, also to save people. There was no dark reason behind it. You were contributing to a common good and that was enough.

“I guess I haven't made things bearable for you either,” you admitted with a hint of remorse.

“No, never,” Bucky shook his head in agreement.

“I'm sorry I scared you,” the words slipped from your mouth. You wanted to say something else, but, well, that had to work.

Bucky let out a short laugh. His head jerked in sync, his shoulders loose as if he didn't have a care in the world. For a moment you felt like you were somewhere else; maybe in a living room, some alcoholic beverage in one of your hands as one of your favorite songs played softly in the background, and Bucky. Bucky sitting in front of you, just like that moment.

Wow. What the fuck was that?

“You apologize for my reaction, but not for what you did?” his sly grin was getting on your nerves. You preferred it when he wasn't trying to upset you at the point of smirks. You never thought that was a weapon he could use against you.

Feelings.

Ew.

No, I hate Bucky Barnes. This is unacceptable. Mind, get your shit together.

“Well, I tried to do that earlier and you didn't care. I don't know what you want from me, Barnes,” you turned your head away, nonchalantly playing with your hair to avoid seeing those light eyes again.

“You'd better leave it at that. I couldn't take that knack away from you if I tried for years,” the sigh that accompanied his words reminded you of something you'd thought of when you were in the building. His face still looked calm, but a little upset by the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

“Why do you care so much about that?” you asked him directly now that you had the chance.

You looked at him as he turned his head away, his eyes roaming over your face, confused.

“Are you asking me why I care about your life?”

Puzzled, you shrugged. His look almost made you think that was a weird thing to ask, but was it really? “Yes. Well…. You hate me.”

“What? I don't hate you,” Bucky shook his head, his face more contracted than before as if you'd said he had cat ears on his head. He looked almost offended.

And that was the really strange thing.

You mean, almost as long as you'd known Bucky your relationship had been based on fights and demeaning adjectives to each other. That he would say that made even less sense than you asking him why he cared so much about you. He had to be pulling your leg.

“What? But I hate you because you hate me,” you explained vaguely, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. That was one way of putting it; that is to say, Bucky never gave any indication that he didn't hate you. Or well…

“I don't hate you,” Bucky shrugged, his nonchalant expression confusing you that much more. “You're just a little… insufferable sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes. “That's just a synonym for hating.”

“I don't hate you,” he repeated, this time turning to look you in the eye. For a moment you felt like your breath caught in your throat and you were going to choke. “I know we argue and say a lot of things to each other, but… hating is too strong a feeling.”

“Are you really serious?” you shook your head to get the extraneous thoughts out; that wasn't the time to make a discovery, to realize you had lived a lie.

“Yes. And just to make you more sure, I wouldn't mind hanging out with you outside the Complex,” Bucky blurted out, matter-of-factly.

Your head went blank.

“WHAT?”

Several seconds stunned.

Bucky barely cracked a smile at your dumbfounded expression. It sure looked like you'd actually seen cat ears grow on his head. The things he was now saying… they didn't make sense. “You dislike the idea that much?”

“Do you want to not say things so drastically different every moment? You're changing my perception of reality.”

Bucky kept his small smile and you had to swallow hard to ignore the warmth that settled in your chest. It wasn't welcome, not at that moment. The sound of that music in the living room in your head was getting louder, as if your own mind wanted to mock your surprise.

“Well, back to your question,” Bucky moved his hands nonchalantly over his lap and your eyes followed his movement unashamedly, “I don't see why I shouldn't care about your life. We are partners, after all.”

Partners? After all you had been through? Were you partners? Did Bucky believe that?

“Are we?” you didn't try to hide the incredulous tone that accompanied your words, because it already sounded like you'd just stepped through the door into a parallel dimension.

“Sure,” Bucky nodded to emphasize your words and the calm expression on his face became more familiar with each passing second. Could it be that that had always been the reality and you had been deprived of it? “We've known each other for five years.”

“I always thought you hated me…” you mumbled to yourself, looking lost because your head recalling every fight of the last few years, since you met him, every tongue out and every exalted word, but his incredible hearing clearly picked up what you said as if you had murmured it in his ear.

“Surely it was a mistake in communication.”

“Mistake?” you frowned at his reassurance. “You always called me stubborn and childish every chance you got.”

“I thought we were annoying each other. Although, of course,” his face became a little more serious, “there were times when I knew you hated me intensely. You said really hurtful things, what was I supossed to do? That's why I never bothered to talk to you like this. You did hate me.”

“Because I thought you…! Argh.”

Bucky smiled again.

“You're the insufferable one, Barnes.”

You hated the way your head snapped back to that image in the living room, so peaceful and calm, so serene and warm, the moment his barely noticeable smile hit you again. You had barely managed to get those words out of your mouth before you felt yourself running out of breath again.

Were you asthmatic?

And why was your head suddenly filled with platonic thoughts you'd never had before in your life?

What the fuck was happening to you?

“This is the longest civilized conversation we've ever had,” Bucky spoke again, his gaze wandering somewhere in the room.

Yes, that was true. Whenever you talked for this long it was always to argue and say hurtful things to each other. But you were too surprised by everything he had said, because just yesterday he told you that he didn't want to come on this mission with you either and in his eyes you were sure you saw something like what you felt. Something of hatred, when you saw your eyes through his.

Did you just… imagine it all?

Did you think he hated you because you hated him too?

Or maybe you wanted to convince yourself that he hated you. Maybe it was easier to deal with that than with the idea that you…

Oh no.

No, no, no. There's no fucking way that's it.

But then Bucky stood up and with his smug, know-it-all, hateful look, with that sly, evil grin, like he'd always known everything, like he was squirming around enjoying your confused stare, he held out his hand to you and said:

“Shall we fix something to eat?”

Oh, no, you were screwed.

a/n: thank u so much for reading!! <3

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky fluff #james bucky barnes #stxrvel talks #avengers #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #winter soldier #the winter soldier

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emersonfreepress · 1 month

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help i'm alive

So! Long time, no see. 2023 was a whole goddamn lot lol

I don't have a demo update to share yet, but that's because I had to scrap nearly everything I managed to write during a very, very, very bad stint of writer's block last year. I hadn't even realized it had been a block like that until I went over my work so far last month and realized it was bad -- like, trust me; a slog to read that didn't even sound like me. It's been extremely frustrating but I've finally broken free of that and it's been easy and actually fun to write again for the first time in actual years. I just hate giving updates that have no actual news in them. And I really had nothing to share other than: I deleted thousands of words and feel so much better now 😅

Anyway, little about my demo plans have changed: I'm still putting out the Chapter 3 demos in Choicescript/on Dashingdon and then will be going dark to move things over to Twine. Where I am in the process right now is... feeling like 35% done with the overhauled version of this chapter and 50% done for the next demo update.

As far as asks, I'm... not really sure what to do?? I believe I've read them all (I love you guys), but so much time has passed since getting most of them that I'm not sure if it's, like... still pertinent??? To go back and answer them?? I suppose some of them like character asks could be, but all the nice messages of support -- that feels weird since I've practically ghosted this blog since August! Idk. Y'all tell me what to do with 'em and I'll do it. Maybe I should make a poll.

Uh... that's really all there is to say regarding the game! I've added some personal stuff after the cut, but if you're done here: Thanks for reading and sticking around. It means the world, for real.

So what has occupied my time all this time? Doctor, therapy, money, and friends. And improv! But especially the first two. There was a lot of non-writing related stuff fucking up my ability to focus and write, so hopefully with my mind and body both feeling a lot better, I can get back to being present and active with the game. I didn't realize how physically unwell I was until last year and it's been like... life-long issues I've been treating. It turns out it's not normal to feel exhausted enough to sleep at any given time, at all times, for your whole life! wow!!

I also uninstalled Tumblr from my phone back in February, so you could say I'm sort of generally focused on offline life. (And what an interesting coincidence that my writer's block dissipated shortly after that...) I also just moved!! The last two weekends have been so expensive and stressful -_- But I can't even compare the old place to the new. We're basically paying the same price for idek how much more space. The cats are so happy; which means the house humans get to be happy.

My schedule is finally freed up from constant medical shit (there was a 3-month stretch this winter with multiple doctor appointments literally every fucking week 🙃🙃🙃). My mental health is doing a lot better -- literally incomparably better compared to where I was this time last year. There's live comedy now (which I dabble in, to be clear lol), but I've finally found myself able to like... balance it all. The physical and creative energy that goes into it all, anyway. The lovely thing about improv is that you kinda just show up and do your thing -- it doesn't cut into my writing time so much as it costs energy. Unless I end up in this comedy debate show thing next month, which I am very excited to give up writing time for

So like... Life is life-ing and I'm just vibing. Or something? I'll be around.

Thank you all again so much for your interest, support, patience, and readership <3

#oh and if anyone knows where i can stream mob wives uncensored without paying any extra money i'd love you forever lol #that is unimportant- unless y'all find it important that i have access to all of my most influential pieces of media at all times IJSAYING!#jk jk ofc <3 thank you for reading #conspiracy in emerson #if cie #progress #cie ch 3

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emiko-matsui · 6 months

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wait but which goes wrong play had the most miatakes fr 😭

Ah, let's make a fun little list, shall we!!

11. Cornley Drama Festival

A surprise to no one probably we have our lowest one here. Can't be that many mistakes when it isn't scripted, right? Well, wrong, but each part of the Cornley Drama Festival had 64 mistakes. Counted them individually because it would be unfair to add them up

10. 90 Degrees

A surprise to many! This was one of the most guessed episodes for MOST mistakes. If the set hadn't been built sideways it would've been Cornley's most successful episode of all fucking time. 90 Degrees is coming in with a motherfucking whooping record of only 77 mistakes

9. The Lodge

Also a shockingly low amount of mistakes, but worry not, we've already reached the hundreds! A very sweet episode with only 108 mistakes. Yes, again, a record breaking low for the society. They actually seem quite professional at this end of the list comparing to the other...

8. Harper's Locket

Yes, now we're onto the good stuff... Our mistake counter is up to 110 mistakes as Harper's Locker airs and it's only gonna get better (worse)! Still quite nice!

7. The Spirit of Christmas

Classic episode and very run of the mill mistake counter. Many mistakes, disastrous show, very fun! 116 mistakes that could've been slashed in half if they'd used prop alcohol for Robert.

6. The Most Lamentable

Halfway there and we're coming in with a fan favourite! Just beating The Spirit of Christmas with a single mistake we have a nice and round 117 over here. Feels like it should've been more, but we're gonna have some surprise spots on this list...

5. A Trial To Watch

Beating season 2's fan favourite with, once again, only one more mistake, is season 1's fan favourite, A Trial To Watch! 118 mistakes, and rightly suspected, Dennis stands for most of them! I love you, Dennis.

4. The Pilot (Not The Pilot)

Of course The Pilot (Not The Pilot) is up here amongst the best (worst!) episodes, it's one of the all time classics. Standing proud with 119 mistakes it is rightfully one of the best (worst) episodes they've done

3. The Nativity

And here we are with the episode that made Robert finally perform his coup. The Nativity. And, all credit where credit is due, it was, at the time, Chris' worst production thus far that prompted Robert to go for the successful coup. 120 mistakes.

2. There Is No Escape

There Is No Escape truly for the Cornley Drama Society. Probably the biggest shocker here, because when I did this poll almost nobody guessed this episode. Chris got back his title as director and then immediately went and did his worst performance yet. Even worse than the episode that got him couped! 123 mistakes!

1. Summer Once Again

Here we finally are... Yes, ignoring the number two spot, you were right. Of fucking course Summer Once Again had the most mistakes! Robert couped and did the worst job they've ever done! And it's not even close! The previous like 7 episodes have been like a mistake or two more than the previous. Chris' worst episode is 123 mistakes and Robert, always vying to outdo Chris, barrels down the door with 142 mistakes.

#no its not fucking letting me add the last picture #ANYWAYS HERES FINALLY A COMPREHENSIVE ANSWER OF YOUR MONTHS OLD ASK #loooooove cornley #cpds #cornley polytechnic drama society #the goes wrong show

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4-leaf-cloverr · 7 months

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YOUR IDOL ☆ ~ CHAPTER I

You landed a job as an idol manager a while ago. You were roped into it by your friends, "it'll be fun!" They said. You did it as a joke and never thought you would land the job. Today was your first day with an idol group that was about to debut. They would've done it earlier if their manager hadn't quit. You searched up the upcoming groups name, Fantasista Squad. A group composed of four guys, each with their own individual personality. So a boy group, this would be enjoyable, wouldn't it?

"YOU IDIOT!!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, OKAY??"

"Fufu~! I'm sure what Tsukasa did was truly an accident, he wouldn't do something that bad on purpose."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Um guys..."

The arguing continued between two of the guys. As for the other two, one had obvious bias and the other was trying to get them both to stop. You cleared your throat loudly and the four turned to look at you.

"Ah, you must be L/N, correct?" The boy speaking had purple hair with teal streaks. He took your hand in his and shook it gently, "Rui Kamishiro, enchanted."

"You're really weird, Rui. Anyways, the name's Akito Shinonome. Nice to meet ya." The second one didn't take out his hand to shake yours. His piercing olive green eyes were scanning you, this guy already terrifies you.

"I'm Toya Aoyagi." This third one was quiet. Unlike someone, he let you shake his hand. His dual-color hair was in two different shades of blue, and he had a mole under one of his eyes that definitely added on to his appearance.

The last one though... loud was an understatement. "HEY!!! I'M TSUKASA TENMA, WORLD FUTURE STAR!" his yellow-red ombre hair was messy, but he had a determined look in his eyes. Hell, even a bit too determined.

Everyone was right. This would be so much fun... definitely..

taglist : @ishowerinlemonade, @namedmiki, @luhvashh ask to be added ♡

☆ notes : yay first chapter! I haven't gotten to the polls part yet, but I'm so excited!!! I will update more frequently for now, but updates will become weekly! Please like, reblog, and comment!! I love reading comments/tags so much lol!

#pjsk #project sekai x reader #pjsk x reader #hoshii writes #project sekai fluff #akito x reader #akito shinonome #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa x reader #rui kamishiro #rui x reader #toya aoyagi #toya x reader #fantasista squad #Your Idol ☆

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doyouknowthisdisabledcharacter · 3 months

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hi, curious about your vetting process for submissions? you've mentioned checking characters before posting their polls and I was wondering what kind of research went into that?

partly sheer curiosity, partly because I submitted a few characters quite some time back who are reasonably obscure and I wondered if you were having trouble finding info about them and that was why we hadn't seen them yet. :) if there's any way I can help let me know

This is gonna be a longer response in a few sections.

1.) So, our vetting process isn’t that complicated or in-depth. We basically just check does the character exist, are they disabled, and are they disabled in the way the submitter said (you’d be surprised about how often they are disabled but in a slightly different way than the submitter said, or just count for a totally different thing too). (Person who submitted Alphonse Elric with Edward Elric’s disability you will forever be in my heart). Also, only one of us actually does the research about the characters, and I generally research them by using the fandom pages (they are the literal worst most of the time but they get the job done), also for the most part there usually is a fandom page (there’s been a few times where I’ve had to read through articles or scroll Goodreads for way too long to figure out if a character even exists but that’s usually books). We also tend to rephrase qualifications in a more accurate/succinct way.

2.) It is very unlikely that we would be unable to find information for more obscure characters being disabled. If we were unable to find information we would put out a post about it.

Now onto the next part:

1.) In relation to our vetting process, we do not have the time to check that every piece of media a character is from isn’t problematic, I do try my best to at least see if the characters are problematic, but I do not have the time or energy to figure out controversial media, especially because a lot of the media is somewhat hard to find information on (we haven’t gotten to a lot of the obscure characters but I assure you they are there). In this case Harry Potter being excluded is the exception to the rule, not establishing a rule.

2.) Right now, for specific characters, the only thing that would automatically disqualify them is if they are a rapist or something along those lines, although we may try to avoid ableist representations of characters, its often hard to figure out if the depictions are ableist from just reading the wiki for them (I don’t have the time to vet the characters in significantly more depth, and often even if I looked up if the portrayal was flawed there isn’t much out there sometimes). Additionally, I’ve seen that a lot of people have a lot of different opinions on if a character is bad representation or not, so it feels wrong to exclude characters just due to reasons that can be extremely subjective.

3.) Honestly, when it comes down to it, the reason why our exclusions are the way they are is because we are submission based, and we’d like to honor that as much as possible.

#asks #submission asks #other asks #dyktdc #also if anyone would like to weigh in on problematic portrayals of disability feel free

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allmoshnobrain · 4 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 29 of 35 | masterpost

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I wasn't ready for any of that. The wounds from losing Dave were still too raw, to the point that acknowledging the desire I felt for James made my heart tighten with regret. What the hell was I thinking? I'd chosen Dave. And yet, he’d left me. What I wanted didn't mean shit in changing anything. How could I want anything from James when the very feeling I had for him had wrecked everything I held dear?

✦ summary: After reuniting with her friends, Nore is compelled to confront the conflicting feelings she still harbors for James.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle

✦ a/n: Hello! I've talked about this previously on my blog, but as we're headed into the last stretch of the story, I would like everyone to know: while the next few chapters are gonna dive into James and Nore's feelings a bit more, Dave will be back! His story with Nore isn't over yet. Also, we'll have an epilogue that is still on the works. I've wrapped up the main part of the story and I'm hosting a poll to see if you guys prefer I keep posting new chapters once a week or if you're up for me posting them twice a week. If anyone wants to vote, here's the link. Hope you enjoyed the read, any feedback is welcome! 🖤

✧ There's something hanging in the air, I won't say shit 'cause I'm too scared / I'll just pretend we're two lovers not destroying each other / And you don't want me to go, and I just can't say no ✧

I met with Cliff and the guys at Los Angeles airport a few days later. I have to admit, the idea of reuniting with my friends after all those weeks left me a bit on edge, and not fully in a good way. However, catching up with Cliff and Leanne, and then with Kirk and Lars, did ease some of that tension. On the flip side, seeing Pat and James hanging out together didn't really help my state of mind. I couldn't help but wonder how, in just two months, they had become so close that she got an invitation to join the tour. Then it hit me with a pang in my heart that I hadn't needed much more than that to fall completely in love with Dave after meeting him.

I didn't really chat it up much with James. Seeing him with Pat kinda brought back all the wounds from that rainy weekend a few months back. But, he did give me a hug the moment he spotted me, holding onto me for maybe a beat longer than needed before whispering, his lips right by my ear:

"Missed you so much."

Hearing that sure didn't make things easier.

Seeing the guys all pumped up about the trip gave my mood a little boost. None of them, except Lars and me, had done the whole international travel thing before. The flight to Amsterdam was gonna be a marathon, so I had plenty of time to catch up with Leanne, who picked the seat next to mine. We mainly talked about everything that had happened in San Francisco during my absence; Leanne didn't ask much about me, which I was genuinely thankful for. It was nice having her around, but I wasn't really up for diving into how the last few months had been a rough ride. We kept the chatter going deep into the night until fatigue finally caught up with us, and we crashed.

We rolled into Amsterdam about twelve hours later, and man, we were wiped. Headed straight to the hotel, and lucky for us, the producers only snagged double rooms. Since we had an odd number and sharing a bed with Kirk or Lars wasn't my jam, I lucked out with a double bed all to myself. Honestly, better than I thought it'd be.

When night crept in, the guys and Leanne hit the town for some drinks and city exploring. Pat and I, though, opted for a chill night in, catching a few movies on the TV. Not that I wasn't up for hitting the streets, but all the hours spent on the plane did a number on me, more than I expected. Pat called it a night and went back to her room early, but I left the TV humming in the background, not really paying much attention to what was on.

It was well past midnight when I heard some heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway. My curiosity kicked in as a few deliberate knocks hit my door, and I pondered for a moment, debating whether I should bother answering. But the knocks persisted, and my curiosity won out. With a sigh, I rose from my spot and opened the door. My heart quickened when I found James leaning casually against the door frame.

"Mind if I come in?" he asked, a faint smile playing on his lips, though his voice betrayed a touch of uncertainty. I sighed, feeling warmth spread across my face. Having him so close made my heart flutter in a way I hadn't experienced in a while.

"This isn't your room," I mumbled, stupidly, my ability to think straight suddenly on vacation. He chuckled softly, a quick, dry laugh.

"If you hadn't said anything, I would never have guessed. Can I come in or not?"

I hesitated but eventually stepped aside, letting him in and closing the door. He stretched, shrugged off his jacket, and tossed it on my bed before settling down, kicking off his shoes. I furrowed my brow.

"You should head back to your room. Pat's probably waiting for you."

"She can wait," he said, finishing up with his shoes and pulling out a hair tie from his pocket, using it to secure his hair into a ponytail. Oddly, the sight made him even more attractive. I couldn't help but wonder if the hair tie belonged to Pat, who would often wear her hair tied up, and if he was picking up some habits from his new girlfriend. He stood up, seeming totally oblivious to my thoughts, and casually opened the mini-fridge, grabbing a Coke and popping it open. Then, he lifted his serious blue eyes to me. "I wanted to see you."

"Why?" I questioned, feeling my face warm up and my heart race, a million butterflies in my stomach going wild at his words. He sighed, a faint bitter smile playing on his lips.

"I missed you," he said, his voice low. "Last time we met, everything went south. I thought you hated me. Yet, when I saw you today, Nore..."

"James, please stop," I murmured, my voice trembling. He furrowed his brow, looking away, seeming hurt by my words, and I felt my heart squeeze uncomfortably in my chest. "You shouldn't be saying that."

"Oh, really?" He stood up, placing the can he was holding on the table before coming closer. I took a step back, feeling my face burn as I caught the storm brewing in his blue eyes. "And why’s that?"

"You have a girlfriend, don’t you?" I questioned, my voice holding accusation and hurt. "You brought your fucking girlfriend, so maybe you should just head back to her..."

"You make it sound so simple," he growled, taking another step closer, prompting me to lift my head to meet his gaze.

"And isn’t it?" I shot back, my tone bitter. "How aren't you ashamed of this?"

"Ashamed of what? Of bringing the girl I started dating to try forgetting about you?" he scoffed, clearly pissed now. "Tell me, Nore, what was I supposed to do? Just watch you reject me, again, and again, and again, and then act like you loved me just to mess with my head?"

"This isn’t fair to her!" I blurted out, all worked up, my voice getting louder. "This isn’t fair to me!"

"And what about me? Is it fair what you're pulling on me?"

"I don't get why you thought bringing her along was a genius move..."

"It didn't have to be genius. When you bailed on LA, I called you for days. You were the one who wanted nothing to do with me."

"You're such a jerk!" I spat out, my irritation cranking my voice up more than would be okay for past midnight, but honestly, I'd stopped caring about that ages ago.

James growled, getting suddenly closer, gripping my waist with one hand and pulling me against his body, forcing me to look deep into his eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine, his breathing erratic. His other hand cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower lip. All the anger I had seemed to spill over at that moment; I wanted to punch him, to kick him out, to yell I never wanted to see him again, but I couldn't. Not when his lips were inches away from mine, his blue eyes locking onto mine with a fiery passion that made my whole body warm and vibrate inside.

"You fucking love me," he murmured, a smug smile slowly creeping across his lips. "Things would be so much easier if you just admitted it."

"Shut up, James," I growled, my heart doing a sprint in my chest, blood pulsing with fury in my ears, my hands clutching the front of his shirt and yanking him towards me. I needed him to split; I didn't know how much longer I could trust my anger to hold back the temptation of surrendering to his arms.

"Tell me you don't love me, then," he said, throwing in a sarcastic laugh. "Say you don't love me, and I’ll forget all this and leave you alone. You can't, can you? Because you fucking love me, damn it," His words buzzed with almost unrestrained joy, his grip on my waist tightening enough for me to let out a muffled moan from between my lips. Damn, I wanted him to kiss me. For the first time since all that mess had started, I wanted him to kiss me, to touch me, to make me forget my own name.

"Leave," I shot back, the defiance in my voice wavering as I sensed his body against mine. He let out a low chuckle but stepped back, his eyes ablaze, a smug smile on his face. I rested one of my hands on my chest, feeling my heart thudding against my fingertips, and noticed I was shaking. Gripping the doorknob with my other hand, I turned it but hesitated to open the door. "Just... Go, James. Please," I whispered, the adrenaline of the moment wearing off, and the old pain flooding back to fill my chest as my eyes welled up with tears.

James seemed to catch onto my shift in mood, the triumph in his eyes giving way to pity when he noticed my tears building up. That sparked a rage in my chest; I didn't need his pity. I didn't need anyone's pity.

He made a move to come closer, but I just shook my head, turning away as I opened the door. After he left, I leaned against the closed door, letting myself slide down to sit on the floor, hugging my knees to my chest, feeling more alone, confused, and guilty than ever.

I woke up the next morning, feeling like I hadn't caught a wink of sleep. I groaned my way out of bed, pausing only to wash my face, brush my teeth, and swap outfits before heading down to the hotel's restaurant. There, I spotted Kirk, Lars, Cliff and Leanne already posted up at a table, digging into breakfast. I snagged a plate and plopped down next to Lars.

“After breakfast, we'll pack our bags and grab a shower. We're hitting the road after the show for the next city, so tonight, we’re all gonna be sleeping on the bus,” Cliff was laying out the plan when I rolled in.

“Great. Even crashing on a bus is cozier than sharing a bed with Lars,” Kirk griped, ignoring Lars' offended expression before shooting me a grin. “Hey, Nore, fancy bunking with me next time?”

"As if," I scoffed, and Lars burst into laughter.

"Hey, where's James?" Kirk asked, and I shrugged. Leanne bounced up to snag a hot cup of coffee, and Cliff sparked up a cigarette.

"Bet he's sleeping with Pat. Ever since they got together, she's been glued to him," Lars remarked, not looking too thrilled. Cliff snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Jealous, Lars?" I jokingly tossed the question while slathering butter on a piece of toast. He shot me a look, raising his eyebrows with a smirk.

"Hmm, not me. Can't say the same for you, though, huh?" His ironic smile lingered. I let out a frustrated huff, rolling my eyes, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. Okay, maybe I walked right into that one.

A few minutes later, James and Pat finally strolled in. James, much like me, seemed to have had a rough night, evident in the dark circles under his tired blue eyes. On the flip side, Pat appeared to be the poster child for joy, easy smiles appearing on her lips as she talked to James, occasionally hugging his arm or intertwining her fingers with his. It was like she exuded confidence, as if she knew this was exactly where she belonged. Kind of got on my nerves, but I wasn't ready to dig into why.

The hustle for the show kicked off right after breakfast. We only had a short break to change and pack before heading back to the hotel lobby. A producer-arranged bus was set to pick us up, transporting everyone to a studio for the guys to rehearse the setlist during the day, and later to the venue for the shows. This leg of the journey got us all pumped. It wasn't just the band's inaugural international gig; we were also looking forward to meeting Venom and, naturally, enjoying some complimentary drinks. I must admit, even I was feeling a twinge of excitement and anxiety about the upcoming events.

I sparked up a cigarette while we hung out in front of the hotel, checking out the guys in action. They were teamed up with a couple of roadies, hauling gear that had been lugged up to the rooms the day before. Leanne strolled over.

"Got a light?" she asked, flashing a grin. I nodded, fished out my lighter, and passed it her way. She sparked up her cigarette, taking a few drags till it glowed. "Can I ask you something, Nore?"

"Sure thing, Lea," I replied, all curious. She shot me a look, her usual relaxed vibe getting a bit serious. Her eyes narrowed, like she was attempting to peek into my brain. "Spill it, what's on your mind?"

"How's it all sitting with you? You know, this whole James situation?" she asked, making me feel like there was a spotlight on me.

"James? What do you mean?" I stammered, feeling the heat hit my face. She let out a soft chuckle at my reaction.

"I'm seriously wondering how she hasn't picked up on it yet." Leanne nodded toward Pat; she was holding James’ hand and talking to Lars, who seemed bored out of his mind, like he'd rather be doing anything else. "The way he looks at you. And the way you look at him."

"What are you getting at?" I whispered, my heart doing a somersault of sorts in my chest.

"You're into him, right? And it's crystal he's into you. Maybe you two should ditch the pride act and just… Allow yourselves to be happy."

"But Pat likes him too," I mumbled, letting a touch of annoyance creep into my voice. And I still don't know if I can allow myself to like anyone again.

"Honestly? I think she's crushing harder on James Hetfield, the Metallica frontman, than our James," she said with a chuckle. "Babe, you and James always clicked so easy. You seriously gonna let that slip away like this?"

I was kind of stumped for a response; right then, the bus rolled up, stealing everyone's focus. Lea crushed her cigarette and shot me a smile, then sauntered over to Cliff, offering a hand with carrying an amp. I took a minute to soak in the sight before joining them, attempting to shove aside the tornado of feelings Leanne's words had kicked up in me.

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*･゜ﾟ A/N: Dumb idea I had while in class and actually won the poll, so I'm officially writing this with the older bros. I got exams next week so I'm only writing the younger bros + royal duo after I'm done with them. Might queue some drabbles in the meantime. Anyway, enjoy! ~

*･゜ﾟ Any warning: Not proofread, as always is gn reader. Crack-ish really and Luci's part is also the shortest

The first time it happened you were making breakfast, the smell of food in the air, the coffee ready and you running around to finish everything before the brothers showed up. Or at least, ironically praying that someone shows up to help you put the plates on the table and finish making the pancakes. And somehow, your wish was fulfilled, someone was with you in the kitchen, his footsteps softly hitting the floor and his arms encircling your waist, holding you close.

Except you only felt the touch, you didn't see his hands, his arms. And at that moment you turned and landed a pretty big punch in the air - or what should have been air. You hit something hard and when you looked at your hand there was blood there.

"Mc, do you happen to hate me?" Lucifer asks, his eyes gleaming as he slowly becomes visible to your human eyes.

"THE HELL? You were invisible! I thought you were some evil spirit wanting my soul, sheesh!"

You turned to finish your chores as Lucifer heaved a long breath, walking out of the kitchen, his nose still throbbing. At least you hit hard and he was proud of you for it.

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After the incident with Lucifer, you trained your ears to hear the subtlest noises around you. The sigh of the wind, the rustling of the trees, that sort of thing, the Morningstar with his bruised ego couldn't keep eye contact at the table and when his brothers found out the cause they all laughed. A mere human hit Lucifer so hard it made his nose bleed! Nobody would ever believe that!

So yes, you've trained your ears. Now that the brothers remembered that they could turn invisible you knew one of them would try to scare you. You were betting on Belphie maybe. He loved your attention. But Asmo could try that too, they all could and they all had different reasons for it.

The second time happened when you were studying. The story of Devildom started to play around in your head while the soft music playing on the radio made you feel drowsy, you debated whether you should just close your eyes for a few seconds and decided it was a good idea. Your head drooped onto the table and you settled into a comfortable position, closing your eyes and resting from all those difficult terms and turning away from unbelievable historical facts. After all, apparently a talking unicorn caused chaos in the, if compared to human times, Middle Ages.

You must have fallen asleep at some point. A gentle hand caressed your scalp as you felt the heat cradling your body completely, realizing a second later that you were no longer sleeping at your desk, but in your bed. Someone had moved you, closed the windows and turned off the lights, yet when your eyes opened you saw no one who could have done all that, though you could still hear a quiet humming sound. Except you didn't need to see him to know who was keeping you company at that moment.

"Mammon," you called. And on your other side you felt someone start, a loud sigh leaving his lips, as if he hadn't expected to be caught in such a moment. The hand upon your head moved away and even though you didn't see him, you knew he was covering his face and staring anywhere but your face. He was completely embarrassed, but at least he had failed to scare you and now you would use that against him. In the best possible way. "Oh, Mammon, I wish you were here so much. We would do lots of fun things and I would give you a thousand kisses and we would fall asleep holding each other, I would lay my head on your chest and before we fell asleep I would say I love y--"

Upon their eyes he became visible. Embarrassed, nervous, but determined to make your words come true, Mammon pulled you close and hid his face in your neck. He would need a moment to compose himself but in the meantime you would enjoy his awkward embrace.

"Ya gonna be the death of me, Mc..." He meekly said.

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Levi didn't leave his room. Never. If it were possible, do you think he wouldn't abandon comfort of his safe zone, and time and time again he asks you to take his deliveries and sign the necessary documents for him. Today it happened again. He had bought three different dakimakura, but several other goodies had come along and carrying all of them up the stairs was a bit of a challenge for you. You couldn't even see the path in front of you, luckily Beel saw you and helped you.

"Levi," You called. But there was no response from the demon. He was playing and wouldn't open the door for you, so you left the boxes on the floor and took a bunch of keys from your pocket, opening his door in a few seconds. "Gosh, it's so dark in here. Sorry Levi, but I'm going to have to do this."

You turned on the light, bracing yourself for his grumbles and complaints. However, all your ears picked up were the soft sounds of Levi's snoring and looking this way and that, you realized he must have been invisible. You started to wonder if it was just their nature or if they turned invisible of their own accord, or for some other reason. You decided you would talk to Solomon about this later. But for now, you left the boxes by the door and carefully made your way across the room with light steps, trying to weakly kick the air to figure out where Levi's body was.

Finally you found his huddled shadow in the bathtub, the television remote slipping from his hand. You leaned over him and brought your hand to his face, stroking the skin slowly, letting out a laugh. And then you moved with the intention of picking up his blanket that had fallen out of his bathtub, but at that moment you stepped on something hard. And a sharp cry was heard. You stepped on Levi's tail. And now he looked at you like a crying puppy, wanting to be comforted by you.

"That's what you get when you turn invisible." You muttered, trying to sound angry that you had to take another package while he slept. But your tone was filled more with mockery than anger. And Levi held back a noticeable eye roll. You sighed. "Make room for me, I'm coming in."

You just hoped he didn't use this ruse to get you to spoil him more than you already did.

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gay4harm · 8 months

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Pick a side l part 4

Pairing: Shuriri x reader

Warning: A tad bit of angst, Shuri is lowkey a bit toxic she need a therapist, fluff and das it I think...

A/N: So I made a poll to see which one I would post first but I literally couldn't help but to write this. I literally wrote it in a day which is something I've never done. Anywaysss let's get into this fic. Also this is not well proofread so ignore any mistakes.

Taglist: @s0lam33y, @tishlvr, @belli-3, @jordisblogg, @callmewifey,

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Shuri didn't have any words.

The only thing she could comprehend were the thoughts coursing through her mind.

Lets take a minute to recap everything that has happened.

Shuri and Riri saw you at a party and made a bet to see who could have sex with you first, they would have two weeks to complete this task.

Riri was close on the first night said bet was made until Shuri interrupted.

You and Riri had became very close in the first week while Shuri had a few chances and fucked up on every single one.

And more recently Shuri had just now found out that you and Riri have not had sex yet despite the many chances that it could have happened.

Not only have the two of you not have sex yet but Shuri had just found out that Riri is the reason why.

Now Shuri knew that she shouldn't necessarily be mad but she was.

Why?

No one knows, not even her.

Maybe instead of being mad at Riri she was mad at herself.

Maybe she had taken in consideration of what you were saying; that the real reason you hadn't given her a real chance was because of her earlier action of acting out.

Because maybe it was true, Shuri had found the women and drinks and constant partying a way to cope, it was unhealthy but it worked for her, even if it sometimes made her feel worse about herself.

She knew her entire family would be disappointed, but did that matter? No

She knew the way Riri felt about it but instead of stopping or talking about it she pushed Riri away and to be completely honest her and Riri weren't in a good spot. And it was because of her.

She hated that she was making one of the only people she had drift away.

She hated the way Riri would look at her sometimes, like she was a completely different person.

Over all that guilt she felt was still the whole situation with you and Riri, so instead of holding accountability she went to Riri's apartment that she would spend her days at when the party life was too much.

She went there and planned on confronting Riri. Which was strange since she had no real reason to.

She knocked once, then twice and as she was about to knock the third time the door swung open revealing Riri in one of Shuri's oversized shirts and a pair of shorts that clung to her athletic looking legs. If Shuri wasn't so upset she might have fucked Riri right then and there.

"Hey wassup?" Riri saw Shuri's distorted face as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. She had just woke up from a quick cat nap when she had heard the door.

"We need to talk" Shuri replied as she pushed pass Riri.

"About?" Riri was concerned which wasn't a uncommon feeling she felt whenever Shuri came around.

"When was the last time you saw Y/N?"

"Last night. Why?"

Riri had remembered the night well. She and you were hanging out in your room when you had decided to get a little too touchy which ended up with you on top of Riri as you two basically ate each others faces off. Riri had stopped it once you had begun to take your top off leaving you shirtless and her back in her dorm sustaining yet another orgasm.

Riri didn't want to end what you two had and she knew that if she slept with you then all of this would be over and she and Shuri would go on to some other broad that wanted their attention. She knew Shuri wouldn't want to settle down and add a third to their relationship, they had talked about it but it seemed like Shuri was really picky when it came to them weighting out option for a person to date.

She said she just wanted to chill and have fun but her version of fun was having sex with people then leaving right after.

Shuri spoke again as she sat on Riri's couch.

"What'd you guys do?"

Shuri seemed calm which honestly spooked Riri a bit.

"We just hung out. Why are you asking? Are you ok? Riri was once again concerned, she didn't understand why Shuri was so interested.

"I'm asking because I just had a very interesting conversation with Y/N- about how you and her haven't sleep with each other yet"

"So what? You have your way of doing things and I have mine. Is it so wrong that I maybe want to get to know her before we have sex?"

"I'm not saying its wrong but why are you doing it? I mean you never usually do"

"There's no reason I just- I like talking to her" Riri was getting a bit frustrated as she took a pause in her sentence to take a deep breath.

Why was Shuri so interested?

What did you tell her?

"What do you mean you like talking to her?" Now Shuri was getting frustrated.

What was Riri trying to say?

What, that she liked you?

"I'm just saying there's a lot more to her than how she looks. She has actual dreams and shit, she's a sweet girl with real feeling and I don't want to hurt her."

"So- so what, do you have feeling for her?" Shuri stood up as she spoke making Riri take a step back.

"If I did then what? You gonna do something?"

Riri didn't know why she was so nervous, she didn't know why she thought Shuri was going to do something. After Shuri's family passes she had to tendency to have random outburst, she had never hurt Riri or threatened her but Shuri was the type to break a thing or two.

"What no- of course not, I just- I'm just trying to figure out what your saying. I mean truthfully Riri do you have feeling for her?"

Riri paused. She didn't know what to say, all she could do was think about Shuri's question.

Did she have real feelings for you?

Could she imagine herself and Shuri in a relationship with you?

There was only one answer to all those questions

"Yes"

This week was going to be stressful for you. It was the week before the production of Heather: The musical, would go on at your school.

High school theater was one thing but college theater was another.

In high school no one really take you serious, your just kids with dreams

But in college you were young adults that really needed to prove yourselves. You couldn't make yourself look like a fool and you weren't.

As the week went by which was hellishly fast, you got more and more anxious.

For anyone wondering about the whole Shuri and Riri situation, there wasn't one. You hadn't talked to Shuri since the day she had walked you to rehearsals and you had been talking to Riri on occasion when you weren't busy which was mostly all the time.

In two more days you would have to be front on stage singing and dancing, doing something you loved. You had no reason to be nervous.

But you were, so nervous that you couldn't sleep.

You tried everything. Tea, melatonin and even a few ASMR videos. Nothing.

So your next best bet was to do one of the things you loved most.

You got up, put on a comfortable outfit that was decent enough just in case someone saw you. You also packed a bag with just a few snack incase you got hungry and your favorite book of poems with a flashlight to add.

As you walked out and closed your door you were met face to face with a clearly tired Shuri Udaka.

You two stared at each other for a beat until you speak up

"Um- hi"

"Uh hi... Its pretty late, huh?"

"Yeah I couldn't sleep. I'm guessing its the same with you"

"Yeah I have these- you know really bad nightmares"

Things seemed really.... awkward

Rightfully so

You two hadn't really went well last time you had saw each other.

Shuri wanted to apologize

And so did you

"Uh where are you headed?" Shuri asked sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Uh I was just going for a drive"

"You can join me if you want"

Shuri looked up, looked in your eyes and all she saw was compassion.

You two had walked to your car, a black Audi your father had gotten for you, and got in, you put on your 'Chill playlist' and as you guys rode the streets of Boston, Frank Ocean, Solange, The internet and many more played throughout the car.

After about a half hour, you stopped and pulled into what seemed to be a park.

After you turned off the ignition you turned towards Shuri with a smirk on your face.

"You ready?"

Shuri wasn't sure what you were talking about but it got her a bit excited.

"For what?"

"Have you ever been stargazing?"

Without giving Shuri a chance to answer you got out the car, went to the backseat and grabbed a big blanket that Shuri hadn't noticed was there.

"Come on, get out the car." Shuri obeyed as you also grabbed your backpack and began to walk.

Shuri followed you into the forest of trees, you turned on your flashlight and ventured into what seemed to be the unknown.

There were a few paths, you had followed none of them, Shuri had hoped you knew what you were doing but for right now she wanted to trust you.

You had finally stopped at a open spot that seem to be the only place without trees. You placed down your blanket and sat while looking up at the sky.

Shuri just stood awkwardly until you had motioned for her to sit down.

"This is one of my favorite things to do- sit and just look at the stars. I've always wanted to go up into space and touch one- that was until I found out that they're literally hot balls of gas."

Shuri let a small chuckle fall from her lips and you followed suite.

You had learned quickly that Shuri's smile was contagious.

For a moment there was absolute silence, a few crickets here and there but besides that nothing but you and Shuri looking up into the night sky.

"Do you do this often?"

Shuri had finally broke it, the comfortable that went through the air.

"Yeah actually, whenever life becomes too much for me, which is sadly often. I just get so stresses all the time and I have problems sleeping as well but being out here helps."

Shuri shakes her head as a way of showing she understood. Life could be a lot sometimes, she really understood that.

"Oh wait look, do you see that?" You pointed up at a bunch of stars that sat together beautifully.

"That's Cygnus and Deneb, and that one right there is Vega and Lyra and that one looks like Draco and that one..."

Shuri listened to you list all the constellation een the ones you guys couldn't see.

After you got tired of doing that you reached into your bag and pulled out a book.

"What's that?"

"Well this is my favorite book of poems." It has all the best."

"Oh well why don't you read me some."

"Ok..."

You look down and open your book, flipping through it to find the perfect poem. You cleared your throat as you began to read.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

“How Do I Love Thee,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning"

Shuri didn't speak, neither did you. All either of you could do was stare, stare in each others eyes, letting them do all the talking.

It wasn't until you broke eyes contact to look down at your book once again.

Until Shuri had grabbed a hold of your chin, lifting your head up with one finger.

You two move slowly as you get closer and closer to each other.

But before your lips connected you rang out Shuri's name in a faint whisper that she could barely hear.

"Shuri- I- I can't, I'm sorry I just can't"

Shuri looks up at you with her dark brown eyes, almost being like your kryptonite.

But you pulled away before you could lose yourself.

Shuri wasn't mad or did she feel offended. She respected your decision and wouldn't come back to it unless you wanted to.

You look back up at the sky, Shuri doing the same, and you saw the full moon in all her glory, gleaming, shining a big light on the both of you. You couldn't help but to speak up.

"Its beautiful, isn't it?" You were referring to the moon.

"Yeah she is" Shuri was referring to you.

As you rested your head on Shuri's shoulder she saw what Riri had saw in you. This quirky, charismatic, thespian with big dreams. Someone that didn't care about what people thought. Someone who was warm and gentle and had a bright light deep inside them that could never be dimmed. You were by definition the most unique person that Shuri had ever met.

She could see why Riri didn't want to let you go.

Ok she's donee.

I literally could not get this out of my head and was so excited to write it and I'm glad I did.

As always let me know how y'all felt about this one cause I love hearing from you guys❤

#riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x reader #riri x black fem reader #riri x you #shuri udaku #shuri fic #shuri x reader #shuri x riri #shuriri #shuriri x reader #shuri udaku x reader

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zecromgen5 · 6 months

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(Deltawings) Sweet Cap'n Cakes won the poll I set up, so here they are!

Instead of wings, these dragons sport thrusters (kind of an unoriginal concept for Robot Dragons I know, but it hadn't been done in this AU yet so I went with it). I also gave each of them Aux Cord tails, so they can sort of connect to each other to amplify any sound-based attacks, they also allow Sweet and Cap'n to better hold on to KK, since in this AU they double both as the 3rd member and as the flying boombox the trio travels around on in Canon Deltarune (also why KK is the one with proper looking "wings" in the trio).

Holly Cow did I struggle with these three. I didn't really have a strong Idea for how I was going to do these guys. I initially decided I was going to make them a single three-headed Hydra, but I ended up really struggling to draw it and didn't end up liking the result, so I went with three separate dragons instead.

Anyhoo, I knew I was going to do these guys at some point, and now that they're here I hope y'all like them! It's mostly downhill from here in terms of the number of characters to do before the next chapters drop, so let's hope I can get them all before the next monstrous wave of new characters Toby's going to bring us ^-^'

#deltawings #dragon art #deltarune #deltarune au #art #dragons #sweet cap'n cakes

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Hey! Remember that poll about ice cream I put out like a month ago? It was for this chapter! Congratulations those who voted for having a hand in the plot!

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Killer - Dance

Word Count: 2,081

"wait, are you able to walk now?"

You startled at his question and quickly turned to look at him, unconsciously clutching your chest. "Sheesh...don't do that to me, Killer!" you hissed.

He laughed and nearly doubled over from doing so. You crossed your arms and fixed him with an unamused look until he'd recovered somewhat.

"sorry, i couldn't resist, angel..." he chuckled.

"Mhm."

"so, have you graduated from the crutches or something?"

You chuckled at the way he'd phrased his question. "I guess so. I've still got to wear a brace but I can put weight on my ankle now." You pulled up your pant leg slightly so he could see what you meant.

He nodded and his permanent smile stretched wider. "we should celebrate! do you know of any good clubs around here? wait no, how about an amusement park instead? or maybe..."

"Maybe something more low key...?" you asked carefully. "I'm still not back to normal just yet so I shouldn't do anything strenuous. How about a walk in the park instead? We could get ice cream..."

"sure, that's sounds good too." Killer shrugged and flashed you a carefree smile, completely unbothered that you'd interrupted him to suggest something different.

The world was just starting to warm up again after a cold Winter and while Summer was still several months away, you were glad the weather was taking a turn for the better. Maybe it was still a bit on the cool side for ice cream but you didn't care. You'd been cooped up in your tiny apartment for over a week and you were starting to go crazy for some fresh air. In your books, this was a welcome change from the monotony.

You went to get out your running shoes, when you remembered that with everything that had happened, you still hadn't found the missing one. You checked the shoe rack one more time just to be sure you hadn't missed it, but when that proved fruitless, you turned your attention to Killer.

"what?" he asked innocently when you held up the single shoe.

"What'd you do with its partner, buddy?" you demanded and advanced a few steps closer to him.

He held up his hands in a defensive way. "i swear it wasn't me!" he exclaimed all too quickly.

"Mhm, right."

He really tried his best to maintain a straight face, but the longer you continued to stare at him, the more cracks that began to show. Finally, he sighed and walked over to your tall bookshelf in the living room. Reaching up, he plucked your missing shoe from the top and handed it back to you.

"Seriously? You put it all the way up there?!" you grumbled. "How was I supposed to find that?"

He shrugged, "you would've found it eventually..." He tilted his skull and smirked before adding in a quieter tone, "eventually..."

"Yeah, when I moved out a couple years down the line!" You huffed as you pulled your shoes on. "Just because you happen to be gifted that way doesn't mean you get to hold your height over me!"

"mhm, right~"

You nearly smacked him for the illegal volume of sass he had thrown back at you. "Come on then, you oversized oompa loompa. Or I'll leave you behind and eat all the ice cream myself!"

"hey-!"

You cut off his protest by leaving your apartment and abruptly shutting the door behind you. A smug smile crept across your face at what you'd just done, but he appeared in front of you a second later.

"i resent that..." he hissed and pointed a boney finger at you. However, the mischievous smile gracing his skull said otherwise.

You made a show of dramatically rolling your eyeballs. "Aw man...it doesn't have the same affect when you can teleport."

Starting your way towards the stairs, you motioned for him to follow. "The park isn't far from here and there's a nice walking trail that goes around a pond."

Killer fell in step with you and while it took a little longer than the trip normally would take, you both arrived at the nearby park without incident. On the way, you noticed he seemed to be casually observing the area around you, but it wasn't like there was anything interesting to look at. Although, you were well aware that you lived in a rough area, so you chalked it up to him just keeping an eye socket out for potential threats.

You decided it would be best to get the ice cream first and then you could walk around while enjoying it. You knew there were some nice benches scattered along the path that you could rest at if you got too tired too.

To your surprise, Killer got a very normal flavour of ice cream. He didn't even scan the menu before picking chocolate and while you were tempted to get the same flavour, you had to get your favorite, which was chocolate mint.

After finishing your ice cream, you two continued walking slowly down the gravel path in relative silence, before your ears picked up the familiar sound of quacking. Killer seemed to notice as well and his skull snapped in the direction of the noisy fowl.

"I guess they're back now that it's Spring?" you wondered aloud. "I wonder if they have any babies yet, although it is still rather early I guess."

You wandered off the path a few paces until you could see half a dozen ducks paddling around and dabbling in the large pond for food. They seemed to be regular white ducks and actually reminded you of puddle ducks like the ones you'd read about in children's books when you were young.

"did you know it's not illegal to just take ducks home and keep them? no one owns them and no one would even care if you did," Killer commented in a thoughtful manner.

You gave him a weird look. "don't...ducknap them, okay?" you asked in a quiet voice.

He chuckled and waved you off. "nah, i can't even if i wanted to. everyone else would get mad if i brought another animal home i think."

You nodded, "Yeah, they're cute and all but they're not pets. It's best to leave them alone most of the time I think."

"hey." He waited until you glanced over at him in a questioning manner before continuing. "why do ducks fly south for the winter?"

"Because it's too cold...?"

He shook his skull. "nope, cause it's too far to waddle."

"...that was awful, Killer."

He held up a finger and grinned. "oh i'm just getting started, cutie." He thought for a moment before asking, "when is roast duck bad for you?"

You frowned, "when you're vegetarian?"

"nah, when you're the duck."

With a groan, you lightly punched his shoulder. "Stop...your jokes are awful..." you grumbled but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

"mkay, how about one that's less awful?" He chuckled and didn't even wait for you to answer. "what do you call it when it's raining chickens and ducks instead of cats and dogs?"

You stared at him blankly and let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know..."

"fowl weather."

"Huh... That one was actually kinda clever."

Killer seemed absolutely stoked by your compliment and he planted his hands on his hips proudly. You couldn't help but chuckle at his antics which only seemed to encourage him further.

This had been a surprisingly good day. You'd actually enjoyed yourself in the brief time Killer had been hanging out with you today. It was strange though. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it seemed like something had shifted between you two recently. He seemed like he was acting more genuine around you and less like he was hiding behind a specially crafted mask.

Then, a raindrop landed on your cheek, followed by another and another.

"Oh crap!" you gasped and glanced up at the gray sky. "I didn't realize it was going to rain today."

As it began to sprinkle more, Killer looked up as well and hummed in a contemplative way. "it looks like it'll pass over us soon."

"I didn't even think to bring a coat so I certainly hope so."

"hey."

You looked over at him again and hummed in response.

He grinned and took one of your hands in his own. Without explaining why, he abruptly swung you around before tugging you close again.

The sudden movement admittedly caused you to freak out a little. After being on crutches for so long and nearly losing your balance many times throughout, you couldn't help but panic a little bit.

"Killer! What are you...?" you protested.

He chuckled and gently shushed you. "i just wanna have some fun, angel cakes. just relax, i'm not gonna let you fall or anything."

You were confused for a moment, but when he released you and did a bit of a boogie, did it occur to you what he meant. You weren't a dancer and by the looks of things, he wasn't either. But there was something about the absurdity of this situation that just clicked with you.

It was lightly raining and you were being invited to dance by a silly skeleton with only the ducks as an audience. Why not? You couldn't remember a time when you had ever felt so carefree like this.

You both kind of bounced around in a completely uncoordinated way until you were red faced and out of breath. Killer seemed out of breath too, but the sheer joy he radiated was contagious and you found yourself giggling the longer this moment stretched on. His eye sockets had crinkled up and the red target floating above his chest seemed to have gone fuzzy along the edges too.

You braced your hands on your knees to try and catch your breath. When Killer slowly walked over to you again, you straightened up and flashed him a tired but happy smile.

He was smiling too but there seemed to be something else there as well. Like he was curious about something or had a silent question he wanted to ask.

"Okay...that was fun..." you panted.

He hummed in agreement and took your hands in his own. "this was better than going somewhere crowded and loud, cute cheeks," he hummed and lightly bumped his skull against your forehead.

You nodded. "I think it'd be fun to go out somewhere together at some point though, but I'm glad you liked this too."

One of his hands strayed to the small of your back and the other moved up to your shoulder blades. He hesitated for a brief moment, before quickly tugging your body to the right and dipping you. You gasped in surprise but he pressed his teeth against your lips, effectively silencing whatever protests you would've had. Moments later, he'd lifted you back up and pulled you close against his ribcage again.

The suddenness of the kiss left you feeling a little shell shocked and for a moment you just stood there while your brain caught up with what just happened. Your heart was racing and your cheeks felt hot, but not from the physical activity you'd just done together. And yet, there was a fluttering feeling in your chest and once you'd recovered a bit, you couldn't help but smile.

"are you okay, cutie?" Killer purred against your hair.

"I... Yeah, I'm fine..." you managed to mutter.

He chuckled and gently stroked your head before asking another question. "was that too far...?"

"No... I liked it."

He pulled back and seemed to scan your face for a moment. "if you're sure... i didn't even really think if you'd get mad or not. i just felt like it made sense in the moment," he said in a quiet voice.

You chuckled and playfully shoved him. "Well, a week ago I would've been really upset. Just...maybe ask next time before you do anything like that?"

He nodded and winked at you. "i'll try to remember, angel~"

You rolled your eyes and took his hand. "Come on then, buddy. I'm getting soaked and I really don't want to get sick after my ankle was just about back to normal."

He nodded in agreement and smoothly intertwined his phalanges with your own. You felt yourself blush slightly, but didn't pull away and let him keep holding your hand all the way back home.

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sharks-n-bones · 4 months

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I hate to tell y'all this, but right after I posted the poll my moots responded

They want fleek I'm SORRY I CAN'T DISAPPOINT THE MOOTS 😭 There's no real fleek yet but that'll probably change

On that note

CREEK TIME

- After Creek betrayed Pop Village, he had to become a survivalist if he wanted to live. He couldn't return to the village after what he'd done. Sure, he'd done it to survive, bug he didn't expect them to forgive him

- So, after he'd escaped the clutches of Chef and the horrible beast that tried to eat them, he snuck into the village to gather everything he needed from his house and left without looking back

- (He did look back. He wouldn't admit it, he'd rather die, but he didn't really want to leave and he did regret selling them out. He wanted to stay and apologize and try and make amends. It would be easier this way, he tried to assure himself. If he went back, they'd hate him all the more)

- Surviving on his own was much harder than he'd anticipated. So many times he'd nearly been eaten, poisoned by eating the wrong thing, gotten himself into things he almost couldn't get out of. He lost a bit of his vibrancy through it all. Not fully grey, but not as bright as he used to be. It took a few months until he started getting the hang of the whole “survivalist” thing, and over a year until it became second nature. Suddenly he respected Branch a whole lot more (but you'll never hear him say it)

- He built himself a bunker house inside a hollowed out tree. He made multiple floors and levels with different rooms in each. Storage, kitchen, bedroom, pantry, everything he could think of.

- When the world started to flood, Creek thought he was prepared. There was a river by his tree that overflowed when it rained, so he'd made the entrance higher up and made sure everything was watertight. So when the river overflowed, he was a bit confused since it hadn't rained, but he wasn't worried

- He wasn't worried until he woke up one morning and the water had risen more than halfway up to where the entrance was. Creek swore up down and sideways when he realized that, for some ungodly reason, the water wasn't gonna stop rising. He quickly packed all the essentials and anything else that would fit into the hiking pack he made before he set off for higher ground

- The water just kept fucking rising tough. No matter how far up the mountains he traveled, the water followed. Finally, he gave up on trying to just relocate and started making a boat

- He'd soon found that the entirety of Pop Village had the same idea when he spotted them all while gathering wood for his boat. He cursed and ran back to where he was building his boat. They were too close for comfort, and he didn't want to be recognized, so he made his hair a different color, put on a cloak he'd made and wrapped a scarf around the bottom half of his face when he went to gather more resources

- It was a good thing he did, too. He ran into a couple trolls he recognized. Some tried to strike up a conversation, others just went about their business, and he was quick about gathering what he needed before going back to working on his ship

- Luckily he had some practice. He'd built a small boat before to travel down the river and for fishing at a nearby lake. After about a month or two and far too many all nighters, he'd finished his boat. Just in time, too. The water had reached the part of the mountain they were on

- Creek loaded his ship with all the supplies he could make and gather before he set sail. He made it fairly large, but still manageable for one troll. The lower decks had the kitchen, his bedroom and bathroom, a supply room, a food storage and a few other empty rooms just in case he needed them. The main top deck had a modest bar so he could make himself food and drinks while he sailed and a deck chair so he could relax. Then, he'd built a level above the main deck for a large garden/small farm

- It took him a while to get the hang of sailing, but after a few months he had a decent handle at it. It was a bit lonely, but he was used to that by now. Techno trolls would occasionally peak out of the water and offer help if he needed it. He appreciated it. It was nice, talking to trolls who hadn't known what he'd done and didn't have a negative bias against him. He sometimes felt guilty, though, as if he was tricking them into believing he was a good person. After what he'd done, he didn't believe he was

- He'd taken a page out of the Techno trolls book though, and began offering help to ships he passed. With his little disguise on, of course, but he'd usually end up taking it off if they weren't pop trolls. He'd offer some spare food from his garden, help them if they needed it, before parting ways again

- It felt good to help people. It felt like he was making up for his wrongs, in a way, but he knew nothing he did would make up for selling out a whole village. He tried not to think about it

- Chatting with the trolls he crosses paths with also helped him get some insight as to what the world was looking like now. He'd also heard some rumors from trolls he spoke with. Rumors that sirens existed, that they were locked away for centuries and broke free and the flood that covered the planet was their act of revenge

- Creek didn't believe it at first until he'd asked a few techno trolls that came around and they'd confirmed it. Told him the legend of sirens, how the techno elders feared them and locked them away with ancient and powerful magic, how they discovered that the cave the sirens were locked away in had been demolished right around the time the flood first started

- They also told him of the magic in the water now. How it caused landies body's to change and adapt to their new ocean covered lives. That explained the rash on Creek's neck, at least. And why his skin seemed to dry out quicker when he got out of the water. Creek asked why sirens would flood the earth and then give the land folks a way of survival. The techno trolls said it was likely because the punishment wasn't meant for them

- That gave Creek more questions than answers, but he tried not to dwell on it. He looked at his hands and the way the webbing between his fingers seemed to stretch higher than before. It was strange to think that eventually he'd be able to survive underwater

- It was a few months after the water stopped rising that he encountered another boat in the middle of a storm. Well, he supposed raft was a better term for it. It was a small thing. It wasn't badly built by any means, but it wasn't built well enough to handle a storm.

- The troll on board seemed to be struggling. Creek called out to him over the noise of the storm, asking if he needed help. The troll looked up at him, looking as if he were about to reply before a big wave his his raft and broke it to pieces, sending everything into the dangerous waves. Including him

- Creek cursed and quickly tore off his cloak and scarf, not wasting a second before diving in after him. The waves were cold and unforgiving, but Creek managed to reach the other troll before he cloud slip beneath the waves. The moment he was in arms reach, Creek grabbed ahold of him tightly and used his hair to pull them both back into his own boat

- Once they were both on the deck of his boat, they slumped onto the floor, breathing heavily from the exertion and the adrenaline pumping through their veins. Creek couldn't believe what he'd done. He dove into wild ocean waves in the middle of a storm to save someone he didn't even know. He was shocked with himself. He didn't know he had the capability to do that

- Hearing the other troll cough a bit, Creek quickly shook himself out of his thoughts. He didn't have time to dwell on that. He asked the other troll if he was alright, and after receiving a nod, Creek took his discarded scarf and cloak and wrapped them around the pink-haired troll

- Then he got up and looked at where the raft had been. It was in pieces, everything either floating or sinking beneath the waves. Creek used his hair to fish what he could out of the water before it could sink. Once he was done, he turned back to the other troll

- Creek grabbed the stuff he'd salvaged from the wreck and led the pink-haired troll to the lower level of his ship, where his kitchen and living room were. He gave him some fresh towels and introduce himself. The other introduced himself as Floyd

- He was a pop troll, and surprisingly one he didn't recognize. He had blue skin and pink hair that was parted in a way that some of it covered the left side of his face. Floyd didn't seem to recognize Creek either, which sent a wave of relief through him

- They got to talking as Creek made some food and hot cocoa to warm them up, and Floyd admitted that he wasn't much of a survivalist. Creek had chuckled at that. They talked for hours, sitting on Creek's couch in the living room. Floyd mentioned how he was looking for his brothers, and Creek offered to let Floyd stay on his ship and help him find his brothers so he didn't go and almost get himself killed again. Floyd had gratefully excepted

- After that, they fell into an easy pattern. Creek taught Floyd what he knew when it came to survival, Floyd would help gather resources and repair the ship. When they weren't busy, they'd relax on the beach or in the water and either talk or just enjoy the atmosphere and each other's company

- After traveling for a while together, they caught wind of a restaurant style ship and decided to check it out. When they finally found it, they were amazed. The ship was huge! There was a little doc where the ship met the water for troll ships to stay, and a door led inside to an elevator that took them to the top deck, where the restaurant was

- It was amazing! People of all shapes and sizes were there enjoying meals and having fun! There was an area on the bar for trolls to eat and relax, so they headed there. Creek wore his disguise, and at Floyd's questioning look he said he'd explain later

- A large vacationer by the name of Brandy gave them their menues and told them her husband would be around soon to take their orders, which made Creek smile a bit. He loved family run businesses. They always had a nice atmosphere to them

- Creek and Floyd decided what they wanted and fell into conversation as they waited for Brandy's husband to come take their orders. They were laughing at a story Floyd had told when their server finally came around

- He smiled wide and asked how they were doing before pausing when he saw Floyd. His eyes widened and his smile turned into a grin. Floyd's expression was much the same as he jumped out of his chair to hug him

- “Spruce!!”

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