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I'm losing my mind @hammy-art wanted this
stop posting about FAITH I'M TIRED OF SEEING IT
my friends on tiktok send me FAITH
on discord it's fucking FAITH
I WAS IN A SERVER RIGHT? AND ALL OF THE CHANNELS WERE JUST FUCKING FAITH
I showed my portrait of jesus getting crucified to my ex wife and pointed at the cross and just
"HEY MOLLY, WHEN THE CRUCIFIX IS SUS, HAHAHA"
[faith home menu music]
Still image below the cut
#faith the unholy trinity#faith#faith: the unholy trinity#ftut#art#faith airdorf#john ward#digital art#airdorf games#airdorf#ballin#Stop posting about ballin
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Health and Hybrids (XV)👽👻💚
[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here and this is part fifteen...somehow...
💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts
Where we last left off... Author regrets both use of Roman numerals and Old English but you know what? We ballin'. Also Danny woke up! With only some complications! woohoo! 🎉
Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.
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Danny comes in and out of consciousness in bursts.
Wherever he is, it’s not the Guys in White. He rules that out very, very quickly.
For one. The Guys in White would not hire a lady to sit around and mind him constantly. He has— The same few doctors come in and out of green-tinged vision consistently. Their tags are different de-saturated colors, but he can recognize most of them.
And, somehow, the lady is there. If not at his side immediately, at his side quickly enough.
With his space shuttle.
With a grip toy.
With…oatmeal.
The oatmeal is what really clues Danny in that this can’t be the GIW.
The GIW would never waste human food on him. Never. It creates too much of a logistical mess: a paper trail of payments, feeding people that don’t exist; the need for cleanup of bio-waste that no one wants to deal with; the cleaning and sanitizing of utensils, which could easily contaminate a living person.
And yet. There is oatmeal.
Mushy, unappetizing oatmeal.
The lady feeds it to him when she’s around. She spoons it into his mouth, quietly chatting all the while. She could be telling him how she’s going to cut out his organs to be chopped up and mounted on glass slides for investigation for all that Danny knows, but still, very patiently, she spoonfeeds him little mouthfuls of oatmeal.
She waits for him to swallow every time. If he stops eating, she lets him stop.
It’s kind. It’s gentle.
It’s…it’s the nicest thing Danny’s had in a long time.
It’s so nice that he stops being overtly weird when the doctors come in. He knows it’s a bad idea. He knows he’s shooting himself in the foot probably.
But…but no one is being mean to him. Everyone is being careful. Gentle.
Quiet. Slow. Obvious.
One of the doctors drops a meal tray once and everyone rushes to quiet it, to check that he’s settled, to…comfort? Him?
The oatmeal tastes bad, by the way. It’s also how he finds out part of his tongue is numb.
Or maybe it tastes bad because some of his tongue is numb.
Either way. Ew. It’s bland and it tastes bad and Danny has to finish all of it, even though he has an IV in him that puts food into him.
His IV itches. He’s sad that he can’t move and can’t protect himself. He’s tired and he’s bored of sitting here. He doesn’t know where he is and no one can tell him because he can’t understand them.
There’s no TV.
There are other concerns to be worried about, but Danny would like a television, please. Something with news on it. Something that could ground him in a location, or a place, or…
The air hisses. For a moment, breathing is going to be easier as the air cycles. It hurts, still, to breathe—the GIW hadn’t thought Danny needed to breathe, so they hadn’t put him back together right. He breathes through cobbled-together organs and raw pink seams, but yet. He breathes.
Danny lays there, and he breathes. He clutches his space shuttle toy between his wrist and his thigh, because he can.
There’s a whisper against the door. The heavy mechanisms of the door clank out of place.
Danny’s eyelids flutter as they fail to either open or close. The green in his vision bunches and falls as they try. The lady must be back.
Surely, enough, she is. Her paper gown is a mint blue today. It matches her mask and her gloves, but not her pinkish-grey shoes. She comes through the door, and—
—there’s something behind her.
It’s. They’re. Humanoid? They’re…green?
Danny stares, his head against the pillow, his eyes wide. They’re. They’re floating.
He can’t stop staring. His eyelids don’t even twitch. The lady walks to his bedside, and the…the other one follows him.
“Wel mette,” the lady greets him again, her fingers on the very corner of his mattress and no further. “Eom hebbjan ure freond.”
Danny has no idea what that means. He stares; he stares at the…their… Is that a ghost? Is a ghost just…walking around??
The—the being has—their head isn’t super. Humanoid. It’s more oval and angular, to be honest. But the rest of them is; their outfit is certainly out of the world Danny has grown up in, and is mostly constructed of straps crossing around the larger shapes of their body. And a…cloak…?
Is this a ghost?? It has to be, right? But a ghost of what??
There’s a sensation. Danny doesn’t have control over his body in the way that he’s used to, but this sensation isn’t aimed at his—it doesn’t—it’s not physical. It’s just a touch. A feeling.
Like he thought. A sensation. But still. Its presence is…Danny’s pretty sure it’s a greeting.
He…he doesn’t greet back. He doesn’t know if this is a friend.
…Lots of ghosts pretend to be something they’re not. He doesn’t know who this ghost is. He doesn’t know who this lady is. His head hurts and it’s hard to think and he knows everyone just wants to hurt him even when they pretend not to. Or they don’t even know it yet.
So he turns his head and pretends he’s dead. (Or. Uh. Dead-er.) Dead things don’t have thoughts, duh. You can’t read mine if I don’t have any!
The ghost drifts closer. Danny can’t move—he can’t run, can barely flinch—but he can feel how taut he gets the closer they get, the further they get into his personal bubble.
The greeting comes again. It’s quieter on the second round. Gentler. The ghost is trying not to scare him, is trying not to hurt him. Just careful, gentle contact.
Danny squeezes his eyes closed. It doesn’t work (whoops) because his eyes don’t close right (he forgot about that) and then his head hurts a lot because he’s working a whole lot of muscles who were not prepared to put in so much effort at the drop of a hat.
The greeting turns a little…melancholy. It matches the tone that the lady takes on when Danny’s breathing stutters and his body screams with exhaustion he can’t shake.
He doesn’t want it. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He doesn’t want to be poked and prodded and then attacked when the ghost realizes Danny’s not Fun the way the ghosts want him to be—willing to play around when people get hurt or ignore the pain around them. Danny just wants to be left alone.
The greeting is gently let go. From the ghost comes a question—something soft. Something celestial. Danny can’t tell the specifics, but there are moons and stars in the question.
…His fingers flex around the plastic shell of his model shuttle. There’s. He’s. Space?
The green ghost turns to the lady. “Læt uns ga an wealc”, they say, in that English Danny doesn’t know and doesn’t understand.
The lady says something back to them. They say something back to the lady. The lady goes to the wall, where there is a phone, and says something.
Danny tenses. This is it. She’s calling in for backup. More people are coming and it’s going to hurt.
The phone call ends. The lady comes back and Danny tenses—
But there’s nowhere to run and his physical body is too weak to hide properly. She reaches his bedside, reaches out her arms, and Danny flinches away.
He can’t shut his eyes. He can’t stop seeing her outstretched arms because he can’t shut his eyes.
“Mæg eom ahebbe eow?”
Danny doesn’t know what that means!!!
The ghost brushes their fingers up against the steel rail of Danny’s cot. There’s an image—of the lady, clear as day, in a red and blue and gold outfit, bridal-carrying someone from building rubble. There’s a prodding at his core that says you, there, in particular.
He’s dumbfounded. Like, to lift? To lift him?
There’s a sense of agreement, and then the image of a cot with wheels. The wheels are the focus of the message.
…They’re asking Danny permission? To go somewhere?
On one hand, no, Danny doesn’t want to be any further complicit into whatever horrible kidnapping scheme this probably is. This place sucks. He doesn’t want to see more of it. This is the second worst kidnapping he’s ever had and he wants no part in it.
On the other hand, however, this place sucks, and getting out of here, even if only temporarily…
Danny licks his lips. There’s craters in the soft tissue. He tastes orange pixie sticks and the sour tang of battery acid.
If Danny is very, very smart. And very, very careful. And very, very quiet… Well. What are the chances they wheel him past the exit on this excursion?
Sure, they’re pretty low. But there’s hope.
Danny hasn’t had hope in ages.
He nods. He hates that he does—his neck jerks upwards, and then he’s sore and tired everywhere and in his head and neck and shoulders, and he’s not going to be able to move much more than that for literal hours (sorry, oatmeal mush), and he’s said yes.
“Þancie eow!” the lady says, and the ghost translates that for him as thank you and then she lifts Danny up off the bed cot he lives on like he’s still a ghost, and not made of heavy, teenage flesh. Wow is she strong. Danny hopes her job isn’t to hurt him. Otherwise he’s going to be a smear of green on the wall and then what would the point of inspecting his insides be??
Danny gets lifted. Danny gets carried.
(It’s not an amazing experience on his aching body. He thinks some of his bruises start to leak ectoplasm in self defense. Her arms are as stiff as rocks.)
Being lifted is also how Danny finds out there’s something caging his legs. They don’t seem to be caged together—they hang individually—but they keep them taut and aligned so that all the pressure of being lifted is on his hips, and not his legs. Considering that Danny’s received pretty medium care for his troubles…that doesn’t bode well for whatever state his legs are in.
Danny gets gently, gently placed down onto a new cot. The side bars are metal, but thinner than on the bed he woke up on.
The world starts to move.
Oh. They’re moving. Danny’s moving.
It’s kind of startling. The world’s been so static and fuzzy for so long, and now he’s bedridden but moving.
The ghost opens the door, and Danny’s still body and the bed follow with it. The lady has to be pushing, then. They go through it and—
—Danny blearily squints. Ow. Bright.
Bright, LED light follows Danny down steel hallways and past strangers in bright outfits, their colors pale and washed out by Danny’s attempts to squeeze green eyelids together and stop seeing everything.
He wants to stop. This is too much. He bites his lip—jaw aching—and grunts—throat tearing—and—
The ghost that keeps trying to talk to him sends some other emotion, and Danny purposefully ignores them. It’s easy enough to block things you don’t want to feel. The green wall of a body floats out in front of him to open another door, and Danny is pushed inside.
The lights are off in here. The tension in Danny’s forehead gets a little quieter. That’s…nice. It makes the window in the room seem bigger and brighter, and—
Danny jerks. His whole body screams at him as he claws against the cot, trying to get closer, closer—
He hurts something in his back. He can tell. There’s something in his hips that’s strained, or possibly fractured, as he climbs across a horizontal surface. The beings around him make worried, scared noises, and that doesn’t matter right up until the bed moves so Danny can push his face right up against the glass.
Because that’s space out there. The stars are out there. And Danny is so, so close to them.
It’s so…
…Danny doesn’t know how much time he loses to starlight before he falls asleep.
*
“Did you see!” Diana gushes, the windows going by. The cot (and the alien in it) she pushes through the hall, the occasional curious eye turning to them as they go past. “J’onn, did you see, he had glowed! I know we had hoped that he would be receptive, but—“
“Diana,” J’onn murmurs, his voice low. Wonder Woman’s head tilts to find him behind her, and she only slows just enough to not run the cot or its occupant into any unsuspecting superheroes.
The first fear is for the worst scenario. “Did the excursion hurt him?”
The Martian hesitates. “…No,” he says, and nothing more. He drifts forward to the metaphorical prow of their vehicle, and Diana sets her shoulders into generating momentum. J’onn opens doors for them as they pass.
The alien child isn’t awake to consent to be returned to his newly cleaned bed, but Diana feels secure enough returning him to his usual haunt that she proceeds to do so.
Even when physical, he is frighteningly limp in her arms.
She takes care to support his head as she pulls him up to her chest. He is so fragile. When the light comes across his face as he moves, parts of his face are still ominously transparent. Ominously liquid. Ominously green.
Diana should not be able to see the inner airways of his nose, nor the thin, still-healing holes in his skull, or his irises while his eyes try in vain to shut with skin they do not have.
She lays him down. Gently, she tucks him under thin sheets with gloved hands.
J’onn drifts over to her side. His feet haven’t touched the ground—not since he was reminded that visible signs of non-human life might be reassuring to a non-human. “He doesn’t remember us,” he says. Diana hears him.
And then she hears him.
“He what?”
“He has no memory of his time on the base. He has no memory yourself, of our previous communication, of the junior heroes… He has no understanding of the layout of the base, nor of things we had already established: my status as an alien lifeform to Earth and the base’s lunar occupancy. As far as he knows, he woke up here a week and a half ago to strangers having taking up a caretaker’s role, and he doesn’t know why and if we will harm him.”
Diana stills. She…takes a deep breath.
“Alright,” she whispers. And then, louder: “Alright. We can fix this.”
And they will, although it will take time, because even if he doesn’t remember them, Diana knows him—a child with too much fear, who likes to be around others, who occasionally plays around but likes his boundaries respected. A child who put glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.
“Oh,” Diana realizes at last, reaching a point J’onn had already understood: “Impulse is going to be so disappointed.”
#Bart guarding his friend's stuff in the other room: I sense something Not Cool :(#Kon: whoah are you psychic?? Can I get a reading??#*they proceed to distract themselves for an hour before remembering the Not Cool Vibe Bart felt*#health and hybrids#dp x dc#danny phantom#dpxdc#dcxdp#tw gore#tw medical#tw body horror#dcu crossover
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Trophy Wife/Trophy Husband
First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU
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jackharlow: You can guess who bought her that shirt 🤭😏
My trophy wife y/ninsta 😍
y/ninsta: jackharlow you so cute lol
saweetie: she most definitely is! my best frienddddd
sza: BADDIE
blancahood: imma say this under ever post. TRIPLETS WHERE?!
druski2funny: now why yall got the triplets college fund on the floor?!
jackharlow: druski2funny that's not their college fund, just their monthly allowance
urbandjack24: well damn okay then. I see yall big ballin
urbanwyatt: their monthly allowance? what the hell they buying? G Wagons?!
jackharlow: urbanwyatt Autumn might have asked for a mini one the other day
jessicakelce: jackharlow WAIT A MINUTE. She asked me for one too! and I already shipped it to the house!
y/ninsta: jackharlow get your daughter smh because jessicakelce we bought her one yesterday
theestallion: lmaooooo not yall getting finessed by yall offspring
jackharlow: all the bad bitches love a big baller
y/ninsta: richer than her ex and he's a bit taller
jackharlow: bar spitter, but I get my kids swallowed
2forwoyne: jackharlow except the three you got running around
claybornharlow: lmaooooo
dualipa: I should have bought it for her first smh most gorgeous trophy wife I know
jackharlow: dualipa don't start
dualipa: jackharlow too late
softtcurse: and who did that make up?!
y/ninsta: softtcurse only you of course. you the best bby. thank you.
allthingsy/n: wayment yall just having photoshoots in the house? who is watching the offspring?! ESPECIALLY AUTUMN 😭
y/ninsta: yall gon stop coming for my youngest lmaooooo and besides they were sleeping
claybornharlow: y/ninsta jack means that I bought that shirt for you, but he told you that it was his bright idea smh
jackharlow: claybornharlow you weren't anywhere near me when I bought this!
y/ninsta: claybornharlow hiii little baby! I expect you over for dinner tomorrow night!
2forwoyne: y/ninsta PAUSE! what about us?!
shloob_: yeah, we want to be fed!
y/ninsta: I know how yall remember how outta pocket yall were on the plane going to coachella. these are the consequences of your actions
yungskylark: y/ninsta but you can feed jack?
y/ninsta: yungskylark he's my husband and needs his energy to dick me down. I'll be feeding him in more ways than one 😏
jackharlow: y/ninsta 😉😉😉
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y/ninsta: my trophy husband 😍
Be jealous bitches. Only person riding that dick is me 🤭
jackharlow: y/ninsta baby, you know that you can always ride for free, you never have to ask
y/ninsta: jackharlow 😏
saweetie: just a bunch of nasties
y/ninsta: saweetie and I'll be that! smh
urbanwyatt: y/ninsta and this is why you have 3 children now smh
y/ninsta: urbanwyatt and I'll have 3 more
jackharlow: y/ninsta OH
y/ninsta: jackharlow NO. I WAS MAKING A POINT. NOT BEING SERIOUS. DO NOT GET ANY IDEAS.
shloob_: now y/ninsta you know good and damn well not to say anything like that because jackharlow stays ready
sza: she's about to be knocked up next week
y/ninsta: nope. birth control has been restarted. absolutely not.
softtcurse: hold on y/ninsta were you ever on birth control? I'm being nosey lmao
y/ninsta: softtcurse of course I was! my birth control was swallowing!
jessicakelce: BITCHHHHHHHHHH SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP.RIGHT.NOW.
blancahood: y/ninsta no your motherfucking ass did not just say that lmaoooo
saweetie: y/ninsta I swear I cannot stand you
dualipa: I guess he's okay
jackharlow: here her ass goes
dualipa: jackharlow if y/ninsta thinks that you're good enough for her then you obviously are. but don't get it twisted, I can take your place at ANY time
jackharlow: dualipa you can never go a day without choosing violence, can you?
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y/ninsta: I'm back and I'm better 💕
allthingsy/n: first ladyyyyyyy! you look so gorgeous!
jackharlow: prettiest baby momma in the universe 😍😍
druski2funny: pleaseeee leave your husband for me
claybornharlow: druski2funny only person she's leaving him for is yours truly
dualipa: so the both of you just forgot that I exist?
softtcurse: count me in too
jackharlow: all of yall can fuck all the way off. never going to happen. right, baby? y/ninsta back me up here
y/ninsta: jackharlow you know I only have eyes for you but where's my fan club president? urbanwyatt!!!! show yourself! give the people what they want!
urbanwyatt: y/ninsta whatever it is, I didn't do it
softtcurse: urbanwyatt where the fuck is my y/n fan club merch that I was promised?! it's been MONTHS
dualipa: I second this
druski2funny: I want a meet and greet
lilnasx: druski2funny now your dumbass has met her how many times?!
druski2funny: lilnasx but not with the full fan expericence
urbanwyatt: none of yall are getting a damn thing so stop asking ESPECIALLY you Yasmin
softtcurse: urbanwyatt fine. Y/N!!!!! URBAN WON'T GIVE ME MY MERCH!
y/ninsta: softtcurse I'll send you some, no worries.
urbanwyatt: prepare for her to walk around with your face on everything she wears
softtcurse: urbanwyatt stop being such a hater
urbandjack24: wait, I want merch too
2forwoyne: Y/N has officially abandoned us. her and Jack had kids but forgot about their other kids which is us in PG
jackharlow: 2forwoyne you just mad because you're hungry. go eat a snickers and then come back and talk to us.
theestallion: not the snickers lmaooooo
y/ninsta: yall are such big babies, it's ridiculous but when I say that, yall get offended smh make it make sense
blancahood: y/ninsta you are the mom of the group who has to keep everyone in check
y/ninsta: blancahood it's a hard job but someone has to do it
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y/ninsta: woke up my honey bun at 2 am and told him to get ready and that we had somewhere to be. after convincing him that the babies would be fine, he finally agreed lol
jackharlow: y/ninsta baby can you please tell me where we're going?
y/ninsta: jackharlow no, it's a surprise silly!
urbanwyatt: so, yall just left yall first born here to fend for his self?
jackharlow: urbanwyatt call Yasmin, you'll be okay. there's food and water in the house
sza: lmaoooo I literally cannot with you three
jessicakelce: bring me something back!
jackharlow: and she woke me up when I had just gone to sleep around midnight
y/ninsta: jackharlow oops sorry baby. it's worth it though! been planning this for a while and I hope you like it
jackharlow: y/ninsta if it's coming from you, I know I'll love it. now is this the trip we go on where you tell me you're pregnant again?
normani: no he didn't lmao
y/ninsta: jackharlow only thing I'm pregnant with is a food baby so keep dreaming
jackharlow: y/ninsta so my mission by the end of this trip is to get you pregnant? okay cool. noted.
y/ninsta: jackharlow I will make you sleep on the couch in our hotel room
saweetie: y/ninsta lies. you talk about how fine your husband is all the time and you're going to let him sleep on the couch? girl, shut up and ride that man into the sunset.
jackharlow: YES, CALL HER OUT DIAMONTE!
y/ninsta: I see it's not one fake bitch in here, there's two 🙄
jackharlow: y/ninsta well did she lie?
y/ninsta: jackharlow you get on my nerves and I'm about to go to sleep
jackharlow: y/ninsta well come here and lay in daddy's lap
urbanwyatt: ENOUGH! I am fighting for my life watching the three that you have. DO NOT ADD ANY MORE UNTIL I CAN GET A HANDLE ON THIS
jackharlow: Urb, you sound stressed. everything okay?
jackandy/naremyparents: Urb about to go bald and we already know it's Autumn's fault
urbanwyatt: jackharlow YOUR YOUNGEST IS TERRORIZING ME
jackandy/naremyparents: whoop there it is lmao
y/ninsta: urbanwyatt just give her bluey and she'll be distracted for a while
urbanwyatt: y/ninsta SHE IS CLIMBING EVERY THING IN THE HOUSE
jackharlow: urbanwyatt how when we put up the baby gates?
urbanwyatt: jackharlow doesn't matter how. she finds a way around it every single time. enjoy your trip while I try not to land in someone's emergency room
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jackharlow: my baby surprised me with a vacation to Dubai. I love you stink 😘
y/ninsta: jackharlow I love you too smush. just saw how stressed you've been lately and decided to do this for you. you always spoil me and I always love spoiling you in return
jackharlow: y/ninsta then spoil me and let me get you pregnant
urbanwyatt: jackharlow NO. I've finally got a handle on things, but I'm still not ready.
y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm ignoring that
urbandjack24: lmaoooo the triplets have urban fighting for his life
druski2funny: oh so now you don't invite your life partner anywhere anymore?
y/ninsta: druski2funny back off, he's mine
druski2funny: jackharlow leave your wife for me
jackharlow: druski2funny after we hit a small bump in our relationship and you were ready to call it quits? NO. I stay where I'm appreciated.
2forwoyne: now jackharlow why do you want to get y/n pregnant again because we all know how you barely survived the last pregnancy
yungskylark: she wanted to get dicked down 12 times a day and shit
y/ninsta: yall not about to make me feel bad because my hormones were running rampant. just wanted to rip my baby daddy's clothes off every time I saw him
shloob_: and you don't see the problem with that?
jackharlow: shloob_ nope
urbanwyatt: and the time that I'm caught them in the hallway after jackharlow was hiding from her. complained and went right over to her to get his dick wet
jackharlow: urbanwyatt I'd do it again too.
saweetie: jackharlow we know with yall nasty asses. surprised it took this long to get her pregnant.
jackharlow: saweetie well there were a few scares along the way 👀
claybornharlow: jackharlow wait, other than the one I knew about?
jackharlow: claybornharlow yes
sza: jackharlow SPILL THE TEA
jackharlow: sza ehhhh maybe another time
y/ninsta: jackharlow we don't talk about that one. that was worse than the first
jessicakelce: WORSE? OH NOW I HAVE TO KNOW
y/ninsta: jessicakelce another story for another day lol now jackharlow come feed me I'm hungry
jackharlow: y/ninsta imma feed you this dick
y/ninsta: jackharlow after I get actual food please 🙄
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y/ninsta: I'd do anything to make you smile 😃
jackharlow: y/ninsta this trip has been amazing, thank you mamas
y/ninsta: jackharlow always want to make sure my baby is good. you're welcome smush.
jackandy/naremyparents: my parents are officially in their soft era
jackharlowsource: all they want to do is love up on each other and take care of their babies without the drama (no pun intended)
urbandjack24: they've come a long wayyyyy and so happy to see them thriving
saweetie: please tell me he put on sunscreen this time
y/ninsta: saweetie I literally had to hold him down and straddle him to put it on but it worked
jackharlow: y/ninsta you just won't let me be great
y/ninsta: jackharlow you not about to be out here raw dogging the sunlight without protection. the hell wrong with you?
jackharlow: y/ninsta I'd rather be raw dogging you instead
normani: it never ends. it has gotten worse because you are now a MILF.
jackharlow: normani she'll be pregnant by the time we get back to Louisville
y/ninsta: jackharlow the coochie is closed for business until further notice until you get your shit together
jackharlow: y/ninsta wait, what?
y/ninsta: jackharlow you heard me smh
urbanwyatt: jackharlow put what time she folds in the group chat because I know that she will
jackharlow: urbanwyatt I already started timing it lmaoooo
y/ninsta: my best friend is against me
urbanwyatt: y/ninsta not against you, I just know you like the back of my hand
y/ninsta: YALL tell jackharlow to stop staring at me like he wants to eat me
jackharlow: y/ninsta but I do wanna eat you we got 20 minutes until our flight leaves
y/ninsta: jackharlow you better make this quick smh
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#jack harlow#jack harlow fic#jack harlow fanfic#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x black reader#jack harlow x you#jack harlow instagram au#instagram au#first lady of pg
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A Basic Training Snippet
Life has been very cruel and gotten between me and my favorite pastime... writing delusional scenarios in which I, I mean my original characters, dated Elvis Presley. So I thought for fun I would just share a very short snippet from the chapter of Basic Training I am working on, in which Elvis invites Bess to spend the weekend with him in Waco at the house of his friend, DJ and TV host Eddie Fadal.
This is very rough, I am not sure if it sounds like Elvis, I need to go back through it once I finish the chapter. I haven't even had anyone alpha this. However, I had at one point told @be-my-ally I would participate in the writing prompt "weather" and post Sunday (yesterday) and so this is my very pathetic attempt to just post something that at least mentions weather in passing...
If you want to read or catch up on this WIP you can find it here
“Well, you know I’m mainly a legs and ass man, through and through, but boy oh boy, Bessie is stacked. I tell ya what. Fa sho. I don’t know how it's possible, but they’re even bigger when you got ‘em in ya hands. Why you nodding Lamar, you ain’t ever gotten to second base, quit lyin.”
The rain had stopped by the time Bess opened her eyes again to find the bed empty, though she could still hear the drip drop of water through the hole. There it was, like an inverted nipple in the middle of the new glossy pink wall, a perfect round sphere with layers of drywall caved in around the edges where the firework had shot through. The smell of cigarettes wafted in from outside, along with a set of men's voices. Bess was about to call to them when she heard Elvis say the word “Anita.”
There was laughter, then the sound of slaps and skids along concrete, as if a scuffle had broken out, followed by more laughter.
“Shit, but you’re wrong, Rex, cuz there are really only two types of girls. See, with ‘Nita, she is a good girl, but she puts it all on the table. If I’m happy, she’s happy, that’s all she wants. She let's it all hang out. All I gotta do is look at her and smile and she’s gonesville. But then, then there are the ones who keep it all tied up. You know, you saw it Lamar, when I come down here, Anita was ballin her damn eyes out. Now Bess, Bess’d never let you see her cry. Not if she can halp it. She plays it cool. But when you touch her you can feel her vibrating underneath that ice, jus enough to know her motor's running. And boy, when you get it going, what a motor. When she cries out, man, you know ya really earned it. Know what I mean?"
There was some muffled laughter, and Bess couldn’t quite hear everything, but what she did hear made her face flush a deep crimson red.
“Oh, well I found out last night. I swear, Bess tastes so fresh and sweet, I know I’m the first guy she let touch her.”
“Nah, a college girl?”
“What do you know, huh, lardass? Reckon I been with seventy five, no, I mean a hundred or more girls. Trust me, I know women, that girl spent college with her nose in her books.”
“Now you got your nose in her - OW - what the fuck?”
“I don’t wanna hear you talk bout her like that, got it?”
“But you just -”
“But you just, but you just, just mind ya goddamn manners.”
Bess sat there, unsure if she wanted to keep listening, but as she turned she was distracted by a dark set of eyes staring her from the doorway. She pulled the strap of her nightie up, and smoothed her hair back as she smiled at Janice Fadal.
“Mommy told me not to wake you up, so I’ve just been sitting here waiting. Ready to do my make up again?”
Bess nodded, relaxing as she stood and patted the little girl’s head.
“Sure, just let me get dressed, huh?’
Then Janice’s slick little tongue curved up and licked the bottom of Bess’ wrist.
“I don’t think you taste like ice cream at all. More like salt. “
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more to come, let me know what you think....
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#snippety snip#elvis presley#elvis fanfiction#elvis x oc#elvis presley fanfiction#basic training#army elvis#banditqueenwrites
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tl;dr I've made a new goal for a replacement laptop again because my current one sucks so much that it actually became a hindrance when we were recently threatened with evacuation from a nearby wildfire. While that was thankfully thwarted, it was a violent reminder that I really, really need a new one. You can support me by tipping me, buying digital photos from my Ko-fi shop, or in my INPRNT shop. Every little bit helps immensely, so even if you can only spare $1, I would really appreciate it. 🧡
The full post that I made on Ko-fi is under the cut. I'd really appreciate it if you read it all for full understanding of the situation.
It's been some months since I had to give up on my goal of saving up for a new laptop in order to buy new equipment and expand my horizons, but we're back here again because things are even more dire.
When I talk about how my current laptop is literally being held together with tape, I'm not kidding:
Without the tape, the monitor is slowly cracking and peeling apart. And it's been through the ringer with a lot of internal components including (but not limited to):
A RAM card slot dying, forcing me to get a new stick that combined the total RAM of the other two and pray the other slot never dies
Replacing the wifi card
Replacing the battery
And it has a whole host of other problems too, including some that just came pre-packaged with this specific model.
As well, recently having to pack all my belongings while anticipating an evacuation order due to a nearby out of control wildfire, I was really wishing I had a laptop in better condition. Because of the monitor/lid cracking and coming apart, I can't actually close it normally. It's permanently stuck in the open position because trying to close it will likely break it permanently. I can't fit it into a case, so it would've just been free-ballin' it in the car, at risk of even greater damage.
When I talk about replacing it, it doesn't come from greed or the need to have the hottest new tech every year. I take good care of my belongings, especially the more expensive ones like this, but unfortunately when you buy bargain bin stuff, well, that's what you get.
So I've brought back my goal for a replacement, and intend to cover the cost of the lens filter I want through selling some stuff on eBay that I no longer want. I've set the goal to $800 USD because that should be enough to get one that won't fall apart and can actually run stuff like Photoshop and Lightroom. Y'know, so I can stop editing stuff on my phone like a zoomer.
If you're interested in helping me achieve this goal, here are a number of ways you can help, along with sharing my posts, of course:
Leaving a tip on Ko-fi
Buying something from my Ko‑fi shop
Buying something from my INPRNT shop
Thanks for reading, and I appreciate any and all help I get. Everything I get to do is because of people like you. 🧡
#photography#animal photography#wildlife photography#nature photography#lensblr#photographers on tumblr
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Pokeblogging Archive: Area Zero Survey Corps
figured it would be worthwhile to compile the story
relevant tags (other than usual pokeblogging tags): #area zero survey corps, #the mystery of area zero, #paldea road trip!
I'll do my best to include everything and have it all in a proper timeline. They/Them pronouns will be used unless I'm absolutely sure what they use.
Also keep in mind that some of the links start the same. That is because they are different threads that spawned from the same post.
The Start
Grace (@trainergraceneedstherapy) put the group together in this post
Siren (@moonrazemalestorm) (who is stationed in another region) got a drone in this post. They fly the drone into Area Zero. They see a Flutter Mane. But Something destroyed the drone. They plan to go to Area Zero their self with Lunala
Grace is surprised at how many of the group are from Unova
Professor Amo (@fucktherulesletsseetheruins) joins the AZ research corps. She is friends with Grace and is also one of her mentors.
Paldea Road Trip Arc
Lori (@legendofzacian) wants to crash on Grace's couch for awhile. They take the train to Paldea. Grace picks them up from the train station. A Zorua gives them some trouble.
Lori and Grace hang out, they plan to visit the crater, they talk about inviting Amo to their excursion. They also share their worry about Team Nightmare as well as Amo asking too many questions about Hisui.
Devi (@professor-devious) joins the mission. Devi, Lori and Grace joke around about going to the crater.
Will (@challengedbywiley) joins the crew
Silverleaf (me) joins the party
Silverleaf arrives at Grace's house. Devi arrives at Paldea and Miku (@champion-class-hatsune-miku) asks about what everybody is up too. Lori appreciates Paldea's love of the occult.
Siren arrives at Paldea, also planning to search the crater with the rest of the team.
Post about the history of Area Zero and what is known about it and the Paradox Mons along with theories regarding it. Lori also adds her own comments. As well as another person's theories and writing about the crater and paradox mons.
A post about "ballin in the crater"
Siren has set up base in Research Station 3, they have run into a Flutter Mane, and are getting along. Flutter mane Info Siren wrote.
[name unkown] (@blueflare7) jumps into the crater (or at least I think this is them).
Vanilla (@humming-pokemon-helpers) asks Grace about the AZ Survey Corps plans. Someone is concerned about the legality of the team's mission.
blueflare7 is in trouble, they are getting chased by a Paradox Pokemon.
Siren visits the crater and discovers a new Paradox mon.
"The dreamer of truth and ideals" (aka N) (aka @bittersweetformula) is concerned about the Area Zero trip.
Something goes wrong, connection with blueflare is lost, they need help. Amo calls for the group to get together for a rescue mission! N tells everybody to be careful. N decided to head in himself.
Siren wonders if keeping Paradox Mons is illegal. Siren finds the knocked down drone and checks the last thing it recorded. Siren wonders about the Ultra Wormholes opening up in Paldea.
Blueflare Rescue Mission!
Grace, Lori, Devi, and Amo head into the crater. They land.
Quill (@quillpokebiology) has been wanting to join the mission and has ventured in Area Zero before. Sean (@trainer-sean) tries to dissuade them from sneaking in again but they still have plans to get in.
N talks to Team Nightmare about what Grace and her friends are doing. N asks them to send their grunts to scare the team off from the creator.
Devi's Zorua fights an Iron Jugulis, it gets defeated and captured by Devi. But then Sean shows up with a group of Professors and League Officials to stop the group. Everyone gets scattered running away.
Blueflare has contacted Amo again. Blueflare is surprised that so many people are trying to rescue them. Blueflare gets into more trouble and Amo runs off to help them. Blueflare gets injured. Amo finds blueflare and protects them. Blueflare's Charizard helps.
Lori laments that their camera isn't working so they are drawing the Paradox mons they see instead. Amo makes a comment about one of them. Will catches wind of what's going on and heads over to join the crew. Amo and blueflare talk about they are going to do now.
Meanwhile... Devi decides to hang in front of a cave to wait for the others. Lori joins her. But about that time they find out from a message from Amo that Grace is acting weird. Sean tries to help snap Grace out of it but it doesn't work.
Blueflare indicates they have an idea but dismisses it, Amo wants to know what it was. Turns out blueflare has minimal teleporting powers. But they can't put it to much use with the storm. If they can find blueflare's Flygon though... it could help.
Some other people catch wind of the chaos going on. Including Siren who was sleeping in.
From Sean's reasoning, they and Amo figure out that Grace is the Hero of Hisui. Sean decides to try to call Rayquaza for help. Sean warns to be on the lookout for Rayquaza to Will.
Grace is hallucinating, she sees Volo. Her ghost friend that haunts her phone takes over her phone. There's talk about Grace losing a friend the last time she was in the crater. Vinnie (the phone ghost) finds out about Sean's Rayquaza. Rayquaza then appears and is pissed. Luckily Sean has a masterball.
Lori and N talk, N heads over to get Lori and Devi from where they are.
Devi has caught an Iron Bundle with plans to give it to a friend. Devi potentially asks Quill if they had any Iron Bundle info (but I don't know if it's them who asked this or not)
Zekrom flies right past Amo and blueflare. Amo thinks they should chase after it. Blueflare agrees.
N arrives to pick up Lori and Devi and Sean as well. They all take off to try to find Grace. Blueflare and Amo catch up on the Zekrom situation. Lori and Sean feel awkward, Devi is doing barrel rolls. Lori is questioning why N didn't do anything sooner.
Vinnie is worried about Grace.
#the mystery of area zero#area zero survey corps#long post#paldea road trip!#pkmn irl#high stakes pokeblogging#pokeblogging#pokemon roleplay#rotomblr
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wanna take a bit to talk about the lingering will fights from the perspective of someone just finishing kh2 without having the context from bbs. (very long post warning)
i personally only was able to play the main games in order after 1.5 + 2.5 was released. the viewpoint that i'm working off of here is that of a person who knows that there is more context, but does not know what that context is.
so let's take it from the top here. you are [PLAYER NAME] and you have just kicked good 'ol Mansex's ass into double nothingness. you boot up your save, it's a kingdom hearts game so obviously there's going to be wild shit, but the info you get is that something is up in disney castle, of all places. adding to that you also know that's where the cornerstone is. you know. the thing that doinked you back into the goddamn '20s.
so you decide to check it out. load into the hall of the cornerstone and you find a portal. cool! where does it lead?
fucking nowhere!!! :D
it's worthy of pointing out that everything has gone dead silent, save for an ominous blowing wind
a cloud of dust kicks up in front you, and within it resides a man in armor with a keyblade you've never seen before (note that this is before the point in the franchise before you learn that they used to hand the things out like candy). this man starts "talking" to you incredibly slowly, and i say "talking" because he's just making noises like the goddamn Skyrim perk screen.
he starts out by naming two other folks by the names of "Aqua" and "Ven", and for anyone who knows their classical elements this should immediately set off massive red flags because that's the same name scheme that Sora and Co. work off of. at first he thinks he's met you, but then corrects himself, saying "you're not the one i chose". before you have time to question ANY of this shit, he's accusing you of being the Big Man himself, Xehanort and gets his ass up.
what ensues is a world record speedrun in throwing your head to the pavement. hard.
whatever happened here was SERIOUSLY not good, and clearly ended with the result of this guy, at the very least, letting Xehanort get away. the dude that just made you eat a full serving of dirt is AT MOST equal to Xehanort in power, and could very well be weaker than him. you have no idea if this happened in the past, or that portal just took you here. hell, maybe the reason why the cornerstone took you here is because this hasn't even happened yet and you're going to have to stop it. the armor certainly looks more advanced than anything you've seen so far and he's got attacks where his keyblade transforms into a massive cannon like some Iron Man shit.
so, having just experienced that, you get to the grind. you hit level 99. you take care of the Absent Silhouettes. you take care of Mushroom XIII. you take care of Sephiroth. hell, you potentially even take care of the entire Data Organization, and this guy is still probably kicking your ass.
here's where i want to stop talking about the fight itself being and start talking about the music.
Rage Awakened, the song that plays in the fight against the man who you will come to know as The Lingering Will, is. fucking. ballin'. maybe the only theme to a fight that i like more is Dismiss, but that's an essay for another day. It obviously captures the typical sense of grandiosity that songs that Yoko Shimomura is known for, but unlike, say, A Fight to the Death (the song that plays in the fight against the mech that Xemnas summons and the subsequent Armored Controller forms), Rage Awakened is sadder. look, i'm not a music guy, i don't know literally anything about musical theory, but all the string instruments used in it almost make it sound like the song itself is crying. I'm also not sure if it's intentional or not (it isn't mentioned in the khwiki article), but to me at least it sounds similar to the motif from Dearly Beloved. i'm not great at making audio comparisons, but take a listen:
and this is why i wanted to bother making this long-winded essay in the first place: it's no deep analysis to get any of this. the design of the game itself, in the aspects of the gameplay, the writing, and the music, convey all of the prior 729 words i have written here without you even really consciously realizing it. it's so meticulously planned and designed to convey the idea that something awful happened, and it happen to a group of friends clearly not unlike your own. you can immediately sympathize with whatever this guy went through without knowing so much as a lick of it. and knowing that it's the product of the very same guy that tried to do the very same shit to your own friend group is the icing on the cake.
there's a fantastic sense of solidarity between the different eras. it feels like a lived-in universe with things going on everywhere all the time. you're not alone in the experience you've been through and you're not alone in experiencing the same conviction to protect your friends.
tl;dr, kingdom hearts game design good :)
#skerplespost#kingdom hearts#game design#long post#also it's too much to go into here right now but knowing that xehanort and even the foretellers before him went through the very same shit#but each group reacted in their own unique way#really ties everything together#leave it to nomura
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The gremlin is back with new notes, I hope you don't mind. I'll put a read-more mark in case someone wants to skip them.
Santa Maria we're like 1 minute in and it's already going places
Pete didn't strike me as a tattoo person but it makes sense
I mean I know my man is getting slapped and all but that shirt is fire
"Who's a good boy?" sounded equally terrifying and awfully cute (9 minutes in and I'm already bananas)
TANKHUN YES HELLO OMG YOUR OUTFIT IS LIT LIKE ALWAYS
Tankhun has the best reactions, kicking Kinn with legs included
Porsche is the definition of "this all could've been done without a gun and yes, this all could've been an email"
JESUS that wrench is huge
what if the car accident was caused by Time? In one of the first episode Time mentioned Tay's dad covered up his car accident like nothing ever happened because it was his area. Just a thought.
omg Porchay and his Snoopy hoodie so cute I'll die
as someone who has terrible relationship with my siblings, I'd die for their bromance. Porsche and Porchay might get on some people's nerves in the fandom, but like... They literally only have each other. Of course they'd be super gentle and overprotective.
God that blow-dryer is loud
omg these two babies. Tay and Time are serving looks
OH MY GOD SHE IS SO PRETTY SHE IS INDEED SERVING LOOKS
Love how Tay is manspreading while Time is trying to occupy as little space as possible
Vegas is really reading Childhood's End, a story about literal aliens invading Earth while he has Pete locked up???
No, he isn't. Idk whether I should say God bless or not
I wish Vegas' father a happy burn in hell
Tankhun is such a fashion icon and no I will never stop saying it
I want Tankhun to be kindergarten teacher to my kids so he can teach them basic life rules such as be relaxed and kill everyone who is suspicious immediately and all that while looking so damn fabulous
Sir, uh, that is, um, really creative excuse to kiss someone...
Pete is so good at asking the right questions at the right time
"Have you ever loved me?" no, that's why he Superman-ed those kidnappers and proceeded to enter the warehouse guns blazing... (I getchu tho, Chay...)
Vegas, it's not as bad as before because prior to this you got free Pete therapy session
"If you hate me, you'll have energy to kill me later." or as I call it, positive thinking
Turbulence... noted.
Nope, I don't think my car accident theory was correct. Rest in peace theory, you did your best.
I started to respond to this bullet by bullet but half the bullets were just variations of “AKDHDJNSJSKAJSH SO TRUE” so here is a shortened version lol
THE WHO’S A GOOD BOY LINE REWROTE MY FUCKING DNA ISTG if I ever decide to proceed with my villain era I will be taking Vegas as my manipulate manslaughter malewhore inspo
“This could’ve been an email” LESTAT I WHEEZED
That wrench scared me more than the electric chair (taint edition) from ep 10, like for why is it so ENORMOUS
I live for sibling bonds too ugh. Oldest of 5 here so Porsche’s older sibling struggles resonate deeply. (Also that one post about how Kinn is a middle son but an eldest daughter…math was found dead from the accuracy)
The second I saw the Childhood’s End cover I had to pause and Google lol I’m obsessed with analyzing characters’ reading choices (the Kardashian Konfidential book led to a headcanon that Kinn started watching KUWTK with Tankhun just to feel something and now he’s lowkey a celebrity gossip encyclopedia)
Tankhun kindergarten teacher…WHO’S GONNA WRITE HIM STARTING A MAFIA DAYCARE FOR THE NEXT GENERATION OF THEERAPANYAKUL TOTS
No bc my first thought when Vegas did the pill kiss was “holy shit he’s ballin I could’ve been having my gf give me Tylenol kisses this whole time???” Like absolute legend behavior imo
Kinn walking like that had me thinking Something Else and I was like “surely…surely they wouldn’t have…..not-not on a-a helicopter” so glad we got confirmation of a sky bj to bring my brain back online (sort of)
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I'm not fixing my spelling errrs oon this blog as long as they're legible enough. This broken ass keyboard can finally have it's way!
Ayo I am Croagunk GUy but actually my name is Keppy, an' I'm a 23 year old uh Uni Student doing like a degree in reading and shit, but really I am just here so my parents stop whining about me not hvaing a degree. Man I am here to smork POkeweed and hang with my epic man croagunk. Type soomething cool, croagunk
mnb
he typed that. I made this blogo to look at croak gunk memes and supprt my epic hommie Shaxinunova and like her ballin' post. She makes like cool movies and shit.
Also u can ask me for like, pokemon advice, I am super knowledgeable, got all those life hacks and tips and shit.
OOC : Hey, I'm Ket, 22, this is a fun like, in character rp sort of blog. You can DM me whatever, ask whatever, I like to rp and stuff. Have a nice day.
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Haven’t posted here in a while and that’s because
THERAPY FINALLY WORKED!!!!
Like don’t get me wrong, I’m still very much mentally ill and haunted by the ghosts of my past but idk. If ur followung this blog ur probably fucked in the head check similarly to me and I just want ppl to know it gets better sometimes and that’s cool. I still want to die more than an average person but there are moments when I can genuenly say i have fun being alive. God played a fucked up joke on me tho and the instant i realized i have the capacity to be happy, my health had an epic flop so like. Still not counting out the possibility that i might die sooner than normal ppl do. But despite that, fuck yeah we Ballin.
Also my ed is still here and not going anywhere which is kinda annoying cause I thought it would just kinds fix itself once I stopped actively hating myself but apparently I have to put in the work 🙄🙄🙄
I shouldn't be complaining about my health ig, I am making it worse after all
Thx for reading, here's a kith on the forehead and some juice 4 u!!!!!!!
(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) 🧃
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STORY DIRECTORY
Hey there! I’m making a pinned post for the sake of easy access/advertising my works. You can find summaries & links here, notes about future projects, and everything will be sorted by fandom.
STRANGE MAGIC
IN PROGRESS
I Find You All Around Me - Follow-up series to Beyond Words.
Rating: Explicit - swearing, sex
Everything is Fine! - The Good Place AU. Bog, a generally terrible person, dies and finds himself accidentally placed in heaven. With the help of Dawn, he attempts to fake-it-till-he-makes-it. Chaos ensues.
Rating: Teen - swearing
Untitled MirrorMask AU. Marianne, a young, troubled artist, takes an Alice-in-Wonderland-like journey through her own drawings after a terrible accident sends her spiraling.
NOT POSTED.
COMPLETED
Beyond Words - The Shape of Water story with Strange Magic characters. Marianne, a disillusioned janitor working at a top-secret government facility, finds a monstrous specimen and frees him from captivity.
Rating: Explicit - swearing, heavy themes, sex, violence
Sapsorrow - Fairy tale AU based on the Donkeyskin/Allerleirauh/Cap O’ Rushes archetype. To escape a forced marriage, Princess Marianne flees the fairy kingdom in disguise and winds up in the Dark Forest. She becomes a scullery maid, though that doesn’t stop her from battling the fearsome Bog King--in more ways than one.
Rating: General Audiences
Remains of the Day - Corpse Bride AU. While practicing his vows for an arranged marriage, Bog accidentally proposes to a dead woman haunting the woods.
Rating: General Audiences
Imp and His Humans - Human AU, oneshot. Bog’s cat decides to play matchmaker.
Rating: General Audiences
Running with the Wolves - Wolfwalkers AU, oneshot. Marianne frees a wolf from his cage in hopes that he’ll return the favor.
Rating: General Audiences
MEGAMIND
COMPLETED
You’re MY Wife??? - Post canon/canon-compliant oneshot. Inspired by that video of the guy waking up from anesthesia who doesn’t remember that he’s married, then proceeds to flirt with his own wife. Sweet fluffy nonsense. :>
Rating: General Audiences
IN PROGRESS
The Science is...Inadvisable - Megamind creates a Reset Button and accidentally sends himself & Roxanne across time and space--to his home planet days before it is destroyed.
Rating: Teen - swearing, heavy themes, major character death
Bluebride - Fairy tale/gothic romance based on Bluebeard. Roxanne finds herself married to a strange, villainous man--one with closely-kept secrets and a reputation for disappearing wives. She is the seventh bride he’s taken, but one way or another, she intends to be the last.
Rating: Teen - heavy themes. Rating may potentially increase.
Red Sun at Morn / Pirates be Warned - Ambassador Roxanne Ritchi is taken captive by the notorious Captain Megamind, who frankly, she finds underwhelming. Though very much at odds with one another, the sea is an unforgiving place--they may be each other’s only hope of survival...and vengeance.
Rating: Teen - swearing and implied intent of sexual assault.
To Tear Down Olympus - While chasing down stolen tech, Megamind stumbles across an underground facility for creating super-humans. He also stumbles across two young test subjects who were left behind. It's up to him, his henchfish, his rival, and his kidnapee/crush to find out what the hell's going on and keep two traumatized super-kids safe. Chaos ensues.
Rating: Teen - heavy topics, child abuse/experimentation/indoctrination
Untitled Teenagers AU. 17-year-old Roxanne is home alone when she discovers an alien boy taking shelter in her parents’ shed.
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Now Shattered, Once Whole - Instead of killing him, instead of asking to see him whole again, The Woman banishes the General and the Nowhere King to a void where they continue their struggle forever, contained. Because surely, they’re too far gone to ever change. Right...?
Rating: Teen - Extremely heavy themes, including self-harm, violence, and allusions to suicide.
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IN PROGRESS
Untitled “Atlantis: The Lost Empire” AU - Bulma Briefs inherits a journal that holds the secret to finding the lost city of Atlantis. After a whirlwind adventure at sea and underground, her expedition does indeed find the city...still populated. Danger and uncertainty abound, and its up to Bulma and the surly Atlantian prince to stop the city from truly being lost.
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Untitled, lesbian Beauty and the Beast retelling. Calla is a humble and hardworking country woman who cares for her two young children alone. When they stumble into a cursed garden guarded by a terrible beast, they too become trapped by its magic. It’s up to their mother to find a way to break the impossible spell and free them all, but can she free herself from her own curse?
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The Boondocks #23: “Ballin'!” | December 3, 2007 - 11:30PM | S02E08
The Boondocks are doing sports now, what is going on?? This episode is basically about two dipshits who are trying to live out their entertainment-industry-inspired dreams. Riley wants to become a star basketball player. He’s entirely focused on fancy-footwork and impressive showboating. When he gets a chance to be put on a youth basketball team he impresses the coach, their stick-in-the-ass neighbor Tom Dubois. He stops short of actually making a basket or even attempting to take the shot. “That’s all you get for free”, Riley says, over-valuing his own hype.
Tom buys it. He’s the other dipshit in the story who’s been influenced by the world of entertainment. He took on his job as youth Basketball coach after being inspired by The Mighty Ducks. He intentionally took on a bunch of lousy rag-tag players, but has been unsuccessful in getting them to play out the same narrative arc. He really in need of a ringer. Riley manages to big time Tom into taking over the team’s name and uniforms. Then he proceeds to not deliver a single basket. Turns out the kid can’t shoot.
This episode is decent, but it ultimately winds up being a pretty typical sitcom sports episode. There’s nothing too revolutionary here. It’s saving grace is good characterization by Riley and Tom; their parts here are pretty typical for this kind of story, but at no point to they stop being themselves. Riley shows a little bit of growth as a player, and Tom shows a little bit of growth of getting the stick out of his ass as they both become desperate for glory. They manage to meet in the middle a little bit by the end, and that’s probably the most interesting part of the episode.
I’m not a sports guy, and I don’t have a particular affinity for sports episodes or movies about sports. I can think of several sports-related things that I do really love, though. This episode is a little more playful with the sports genre, and not terribly subversive. South Park’s sports episodes were pretty good at going deeper with various sports tropes. But I like this episode just fine.
MAIL BAG
For 200 dollars, you have to eat every appetizer on the chilis menu. If it comes with a dip you have to dip generously. Do you do it?
No, I really shouldn’t be spending 200 dollars on stuff like that.
you posted the wrong video for the Dolls ephemera corner. Instead of fixing it, post it in your next write up with a sincere apology. let's see some tears.
No I didn’t bitch!!!!!!!!!!
It's Taffy: the black and white tuxedo cat that can climb and jump.
Hi Taffy
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#I made this last night a bit after the ballin post becsue i couldnt stop thinking about this stupid joke#splatoon#Splatoon 3#Splat 3 hype#Salmon run#salmon run next wave#Salmonid#octoling#art#my art#🍀.txt
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stupid nii-san im fucking ballin
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You can all act like there’s nothing wrong with turning Finn heel all you want.
But that ain’t gonna NOT make it ugly as shit, with gross ass implications. And this nonsense “He can still support the LGBT+ community, and be a heel,” is a bullshit cop out by people willfully ignoring the problem, because they’d rather think about their sexy, angry Prince Devitt, than, “Hey, making the guy that just had this huge, LGBT+ positive entrance at Mania less than a month ago, a giant asshole against a guy that he’s deliberately had a quasi-queer coded relationship with on his social media is a bit homophobic.”
#shipping aside guys#Finn's instagram account has been HEAVILY FOCUSED on Seth for a while#what he's done on there is fucking blatant#so this is just... bad#it's a giant bad take#you all need to stop acting like people are being oversensitive#and maybe realize that people are fucking right about this being problematic af#like I really do need to emphasize that this has nothing to do with my Ballins preference#and everything to do with what Finn's been doing for our community#and the heavy implications he's been posting on social media lately#like he's made a very clear narrative on twitter and insta (especially insta)
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Unlikely Savours // Bucky Barnes
Part Two: “Home is such a lonely place without you.”
Summary: When Bucky falls into his own rut after everything with the flag smashers. It’s the unconditional love you give him, despite it all, that brings him back to life.
Word Count: 10k
Warnings: Depictions of mental illness, depression, anxiety, post traumatic stress disorder. 
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Bucky hated his apartment, it didn't feel like a home. It was dull and boring. Every shade of grey you could imagine plastered the walls. It was hard to work on his mental stability when his home felt so cold and lifeless, it brought negativity without a second thought. But was he going to do anything about it? Probably not. It was a form of self-hate, self-loathing, or so his therapist, Dr. Raymor would say. Bucky believed he didn't deserve a nice home, somewhere to feel safe. Somewhere warm and comforting because what had he done in his somewhat overextended life to deserve something as nice as a home. A shitty apartment would suffice.
Unopened boxes full of flatpack furniture littered Bucky's apartment. Boxes ranging from large obnoxious packages that stood out like a sore thumb to tall and skinny boxes that Bucky had no idea could actually hold inside. It wasn't even his idea to furnish his apartment. He didn't deserve a nice couch or a bed with a frame and fluffy pillows. Hence the lack of furniture to begin with. But you thought differently. Bucky stood in the middle of his apartment, tired and hiding inside his own head. Sleepless night after sleepless night accompanied with his most recent venture with Sam, Bucky could feel his body and mind failing him. Only coming back into his own head at the consistent sound of knocking, not knowing for how long he'd neglected to realise someone was at his door.
“Bucky, open up!” It wasn't unusual for you to turn up at Bucky's front door unannounced. Between the pair of you, there was more unplanned visit than preplanned. It was a habit, a force of nature. Something so incredibly natural, that there was in fact simply no need for scheduling. The familiarity that there was always a slight chance that either you would show up at Bucky's door or he at yours brought comfort to even the loneliest of souls on their darkest of days.
“Buck, I forgot my key.” slamming your fist against the old oak door of Bucky's apartment, you sighed as your hand continued to make contact over and over again. Bucky had returned the favour since he had a key to your apartment. Copied against your will, he gifted you one to his. Deciding that the ideology of invasion of privacy didn’t transfer between the pair of you.
Your hand fisted in frustration as Bucky's elderly neighbour came to check on the commotion you were causing. Not like Bucky's apartment building was ever a place of tranquillity. This was Ballin on a bare minimum budget Brooklyn. “Barnes, open up before i–” as Bucky's door opened harshly, you couldn't stop yourself from slightly falling forward when your hand didn't meet oak. Gasping softly as you stepped forward into Bucky. “Jesus, did you not hear me knocking for like ten minutes!” you hissed. “I thought Miss Mendez was gonna call the cops or something.”
“I was sleeping,” Bucky replied sharply, lying to save himself, rubbing his eyes as he groaned, irritated at best. The storybook of scares that left an evident trail of heartbreak and pain across his torso looked angry and fiercer than normal. Especially where vibranium met flesh. You were sure Bucky had done most of the damage himself. You always wondered how many times Bucky tried to claw the obviously foreign arm away, trying desperately to rid himself of such an unnatural bodily modification. Unwanted and unnecessary. “What happened to you?” Bucky questioned, it hadn't taken him long at all to notice you were beaten. It was safe to say you'd tried your best to cover the bruises that peppered your body. But Bucky saw, panic sitting in the back of his throat. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out, taking the baseball cap off the top of your head as you symotanically removed the darkened sunglasses, a black eye prominently on display for Bucky to witness.
“Hell’s Kitchen isn't all it's cracked up to be.” you chuckled softly, Bucky couldn't help but to drink in the sight of you, his thumb gently tracing over the split in your lip. Shaking his head softly as he stepped back, welcoming you into his humble abode. Or whatever you wanna call a semi-furnished apartment littered with unopened boxes full of new furniture still waiting to be put together. “Had some stuff to take care of with a friend.”
“So who's this guy again exactly? Matt asked, his raspy, dark and forever deep voice brought an odd comfort to you as you sat perched atop the raft. “What's his deal?” Having owed you a favour or two, Matt followed you blindly, absolutely no pun intended. Not asking enough questions.
“He’s caused someone I love to no end incredible pain.” you hissed. Aiming your arrow as you zoned in on your target. “I've got no issues with hell, may as well be the one to send him there myself.” Within a second, Matt reached out to grip your arrow before you could shoot down your target, a guard simply doing his job. Fire in your eyes Matt could only tell by the sudden change of the rhythm of your heartbeat. “What are you doing?”
“You mentioned recon and surveillance Jo, nothing about killing innocent people, Barnes would never let you do this if he knew.” Matt tried to disarm you, talk some sense into you. “I know you love him, but this isn't the way.” Matt could hear your heartbeat ringing in his own ears at the realisation that he was in fact, bang on the money that you loved Bucky. There was no point in arguing. You didn't have a strong enough defence team for that. “The only way you’re getting in there, well further than this anyway, without hurting innocent people, is with a defence team, and noone on earth will want to defend him if what you say is true.” you shrugged Matt's hand that had wandered from your arrow to your shoulder off you. Sending him a glare in the dark of the night as waves crashed around the raft that harboured criminals beyond your wildest dreams.
“Zemo is everything but innocent Murdock. In my mind, these people, these guards guarding these monsters, are nothing but collateral damage.” Reaiming another arrow you'd taken out from its home, your arrow bag that slung across your back. “And no Bucky wouldn't, that's why you’re here, so are you with me or not?”
'`Your lawyer friend?’ Bucky didn't know how to describe the feeling in the pit of his stomach, he hadn't felt it since 1943. It was jealousy. Add it to the already bubbling depressive episode Bucky knew he was in the middle of.
Bucky Knew Matt, he was thankful for the guy. He’d helped a lot with Bucky's case when it came to his pardon. He really did owe you one for that, without Nelson and Murdock's representation, there's a possibility in another reality or in some twisted turn of fate that Bucky could have ended up in a phys ward for the remainder of his overextended life. But it didn't make that feeling, that bubbling sickness in his stomach that made his head spin with envy go away. “The one from the law firm.”
“The one and only.” you let out a sigh of relief, sitting down at Bucky's bare minimum dining table. You’d met Matt Murdock years ago, just after Loki came to town. Of course, you were well and truly lost struggling to find a purpose in life, a will to live. Following danger to wherever it made lead without the thought of consequence. It just so happened there was another vigilante running rampant at the time. Both chasing the same guy. The devil of hell’s kitchen turned out to be a pretty damn good lawyer to keep on retainer. “Things go a little out of hand.” You and Matt had gotten into it, you were seeking revenge. Matt wasn't having it. He wasn't with you on this one and in hindsight, he was definitely right. You'd most definitely been blinded by rage and revenge. It was needless to say it sucked losing to a blind guy.
“Well, judging by the fact you look like crap he doesn't seem like a very good lawyer.” Bucky was sharp, handing you an ice pack from his freezer. “You okay?” sliding down slowly into the chair in front of you, assessing the damage. The swelling, the different colours of purples and shades of green. Even in his own despair, there wasn't a single corner of the earth Bucky wouldn’t walk to in order to help you.
“Yeah, I'm golden Barnes, you don't have to worry about me.” You tried to fight off the soft smile, tired and over exhausted. But with Bucky, smiling came easy. “I saw that shit on the news though, Sam's speech was something else huh.” Bucky didn't respond, simply nodding in response before looking over to the window. Eyes glazed slightly as you leaned over, a gentle hand resting on top of his, bringing a small sense of comfort. “What’s wrong?” Bucky felt the change in the room, the change of your tone of voice. Caring and full of worry.
“What makes you think something’s wrong?” mumbling, Bucky barely had the energy to argue let alone explain in-depth the turmoil running rampant in his mind. Masking his reality never worked out in his favour when it came to you. Always the one who saw through all the lies.
“You have that look on your face.” you pressed, removing the ice pack from your eye. Letting it melt slowly on the dining table. Thumb gently running back and forth across bucky's open palm. Not one to shy away from your very specific touch. Only you, it would only ever be you. Bucky had been touch starved for so long, that with every touch you brought it felt as if you were the glew holding his very fragile state together. No matter the meaning behind the sensation, the touch, as long as it was you that's all that mattered. From gentle strokes of your thumb against his palm, to overwhelming embraces that seemed to harbour more emotions than words could ever explain.
“Bucky!” you felt your soul die for a moment. An agonising ten seconds passed as you tried to aim your arrow the best you could through watery panicked eyes. Watching as Bucky was lifted high into the dim sky. A war zone surrounding you from every angle. Bucky struggled, doing his best to fight off the flying alien monster who nearly had him beat as he felt himself rise higher and higher into the air. An arrow making its home in the skull of the beast. Instantly dead as bucky fell with a thud to the ground. Groaning as his ribs broke. “Barnes! Hey, hey–Bucky shit are you okay?” you slid to your knees. Assessing Bucky's state as he coughed out a pained response.
“Starting to feel my age.” Bucky teased, trying to hide his obvious discomfort.
“Not a joking moment, I could've lost you.” you cried, throwing your arms around Bucky as he sat up in the trench he’d been dumped into. It took him a second to respond, his arm tightly wrapping around your torso. Not caring about his own broken ribs, anything to hold you close. Mimicking your love. “I can't lose you.” it was an embrace Bucky swore in that moment he’d never forget, nothing else in the world mattered more to him then you in that very moment. The way you protected him with your entire being. The way you held him so tight like if you let go he'd die.
“Hey?” Bucky mumbled, cupping your cheek as he pulled back, rubbing the dirt from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. The blue of his eyes darker than they normally were. “Not gonna happen hawkeye.”
“You really shouldn't make promises you can't keep soldier, not to someone who's as unstable as me.” You held back your tears as much as you possibly could, a few strays making a brave escape, descending down your face. “I'd start and end a war for you and you know it.” It could have been the copious amount of adrenaline or the fact that impending doom on the entire world was knocking at your doorstep, but you were enjoying Bucky's touch. The way his hands held your head still from shaking, pure fright racing through your veins. “Please don’t make promises—“ you hissed, gasping as a sharp pain stung through your side. Your hand instinctively cupping at the foreign object, bloodied and sticking through your side from behind. A random spear, lost on its path of destruction “Pro—“
“Jo—“ sheer panic taking over Bucky’s entire being. “Don’t move.”
“Don’t let me die.” It was the first and last time Bucky truly believed you didn’t want to accept the harsh reality of death. Something you’d welcomed for so long, but I’m this very moment, with Bucky, you weren’t ready to go. “Don’t let me die here, not here, not with you.” Bucky couldn’t help himself but to hate the way you said that last part, with him. He knew his feelings for you ran deeper than he could have known. But to think even for a second you'd rather be anywhere else but with him burned his very soul, or what very little was left behind after years of tourture.
“I won’t.” Bucky pressed firmly against your wound, stopping the blood that threatened to spill out from doing so. “Hey, you wouldn’t give up so easily would you?” Bucky teased, trying his best to distract you. “You’ve gotta give Steve hell for dragging us into this mess again, after this is all over, you and me Jo, we’ll go back to wakanda, just you and me.” You’d never forget the look on Bucky’s face. He was terrified, like he didn’t believe his own words. A fake reality he’d only dream of. It was, without a doubt the same look for horror, the same look of hopelessness and despair Bucky had given you all those years ago, trapped deep within the confines of his own mind. Beginning for release. The day you’d met your soulmate. Your pain breaking the mind control, the second your eyes locked with Bucky’s from behind the emotionless Winter Soldier, your Bucky, your best friend. Your soulmate. “You’re gonna be fine.”
“Don’t let me go, please, don’t let me go Bucky.” Bucky’s grip tightening ever so desperately on you. His love for you oozing as dangerously and just as easily as the blood that spilled out of you. “Don’t let me go.”
“Never—“ fear of the unknown in his eyes, Bucky held you tight against his chest, compressing your wound until help could get to you. “I’ll never let you go, not now, not ever.”
“What look?” Bucky asked, trying to shake a smile across his face.
“You look tired like you haven’t been sleeping.” You were right. “What’s on your mind?” A gentle silence fell between the two of you before Bucky caved. Standing with a groan.
“You have time for a coffee?” Bucky asked, running his hand through his hair, vibranium wiring as he rolled his shoulder back slightly. Without a single moment of hesitation, you responded with a smile and a small nod. Reaching out for the ice pack that sat melting on the table, placing it gently back against your eye. Groaning softly. A sound Bucky hated to love.
“I have all the time in the world for a coffee.'' Your response brought comfort to Bucky, knowing he wasn't holding you up or keeping you here. Was this what a welfare check felt like? Bucky was more often than not the one doing the checking in, not the one being checked on. At least when it came to you. In Bucky's mind there were never enough people checking in on you, making sure you were okay. It was simply him. “So what's wrong? Why do you look like you're about ready to jump from your window and make the street cleaners job a hell of a lot harder?” Bucky chuckled at your harshness as he prepared the coffee machine you’d helped him pick out. Something simple that made good coffee, nothing fancy he wouldn't remember to upkeep on a regular basis in order for it to not have a temper tantrum. Grabbing the last of the milk he had left in the fridge.
“Just this stuff with the flag smashers, Jo..” Bucky sighed, “I also think allowing myself to be around Zemo for a prolonged period of time didn't help but I think it's mostly the fact that Kari was just a kid trying to fix a world we broke.” Bucky saw the look you gave him, the smugness was clear as day even in his dim and dark apartment. The way your lips curled upwards on just one side of your face, the slight scoff. It was textbook smugness. “Don't say it–” Bucky groaned, shaking his head slightly with annoyance.
“Firstly.” you pointed firmly, your elbow on the table. “I'm not giving you any sympathy when it comes to Zemo, you did that to yourself, Buck.” Bucky stood with his arms crossed over his torso, waiting for the coffee to brew as you leaned back in your chair, mimicking him, your own arms crossed. He should have seen that coming. “Secondly, you are a part of the world we broke, don't forget that, this is a world on fire, you didn't ask to be put in the position you're in, and to top it off, Kari might have been a child, but she knew well and truly what she was doing.” The whole ordeal Sam and Bucky had decided to insert themselves into with the flag smashers had truly taken a toll on Bucky, you knew it would from the get-go. But you’d be damned if you were going to be a part of Bucky's personally orchestrated suicide mission. You saw Bucky's idea to break Zemo out of prison as just that. Other sailors recognised other sailors on the sea. It’s what Bucky had told you when he called you out in your own Suicidal tendencies. He recognised the signs because he too felt the same.
“You know I turned Zemo over to the Wakandians–” you knew exactly where Zemo was, but you played along like this was the first you were hearing of him since you left Sam and Bucky to fend for themselves. Bucky's crazy plan something you couldn't be a part of, too much for you to handle. “Thought they'd know exactly what to do with him–”
“You know exactly what I would've done with him.” you hissed. Bucky knew your anger towards Zemo was because of him. “He should be grateful for every breath he takes.”
“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta prison? Where the hell are we Buck?” Sam's questions flew off his tongue without a second in between. Following Bucky around the dark and dimly lit garage. “Have you lost your mind?” you thought that was a stupid question, the answer was yes. Bucky had well and truly lost his mind, how did you know? Because you'd lost yours as well. It's what made you and Bucky, well, You and Bucky. A dangerous pair of unstable friends.
“We have no leads, no moves, nothing–” Bucky responded with a short sigh. Catching onto the fact you weren't liking where this was going at all just by the tone of your voice alone, he didn't have to look your way to confirm what he already knew.
“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars,” you added. “I would happily sleep at night knowing Zemo was dead and buried for what he did to you, the way he used you for his own political agenda, Buck.”
“We also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose–”
“Zemos gonna mess with our minds, especially yours!” you reminded Bucky sharply. “No offence. Bucky turned slowly, snatching the flash light from where you held it out to him.
“Offence.” he hissed, clearly not in the mood to be reminded. Turning the garage lights on Bucky just stared at you. Like he knew this wasn't going to go exactly the way he wanted it to go. Sam was easier to persuade than you were. “Super soldiers go against everything he believes in Jo, he is crazy, but he still has a code.” pushing past you, bucky Bumped his shoulder against yours. This whole super soldier situation had Bucky on edge, most so then you'd ever seen him and that was saying something. You hated you were on opposite sides of this craziness, this madness.
“Yeah, and we’ve been on the wrong side of that code, Buck.” Sam chimed in, on your side of this plan from the minute Bucky suggested it. You were at least thankful Sam could still see common sense when Bucky failed to. “So have you, he blew up the UN, he killed king T’chaka and framed you for it, did you forget that? Do you think the Wakandans forgot about that?” you couldn't help but to snicker a small scoff, catching Bucky's attention as you pulled yourself up onto the bonnet of one of the covered up cars, crossing your legs together.
“In case you missed it, Buck, that was a rhetorical question, they didn't.” you could see it in Bucky's eyes, his was over the way you were acting. Sam just sighed.
“I know why this matters to you, but c’mon man it's pushing you off the deep end man.”
“Sam, we don't know how they’re getting this sirum, we don't even know how many there are!” Bucky paused for a moment as Sam turned, looking at you as if to say how do we stop this craziness. “ Let me walk you through a hypothetical, can I at least walk you through a hypothetical?”
“What did you do–” you hissed, you knew Bucky well enough to know he didn't do hypothetical. Pushing yourself off the bonnet of the covered up car and stalking his way, pressing a pointed finger into his chest. Bucky's hand wrapping softly around your index finger.
“I didn't do anything–” Bucky looked directly at you, into your eyes, and lied. “The weakest part of any system isn't the software, the hardwear, it's the meatware, the human element. Now, in this lockup it's nine to one prisoners to guards, and if two prisoners start fighting then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”
“So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment?” Sam added
“Who knows.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders slightly. “There could be many reasons. But the point is, these things escalate, lockdown procedures would have to be initiated with all those bodies flying around left and right, it wouldn't be hard to slip down a hallway or two?” you hated with all your might where this was going. You held back your tears because there was no time to let emotions control you, however, anger was overcoming you. Looking around the room for something, anything you could use as a weapon as Bucky continued. “And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being sorted, someone could use the chaos to their advantage.”
“I don't like how casual you're being about this, it's unnatural, and are–” Sam groaned, looking around. “And where are we, man?” you heard it. The sound of a door opening in the near distance, Bucky saw the look on your face, utter betrayal. He’d lied to your face and you knew it. Bucky saw lying to you as his only option because he didn't want to hurt you, and didn't want you to convince him not to do this. Because he had to, he saw no other option. But the damage was done. Walking through dirty covered plastic curtains that hung high from the ceiling, Zemo strutted in like he owned the place. Meeting your gaze instantly.
“Woah, woah, woah–” Sam groaned. “Woah, what are you–” anger laced in his tone as Sam marched his way over, Bucky pausing Sam's strut to stop him. A hand to his chest.
“No, stop, listen, just listen Sam.” Not accounting for the fact you were already seeing blood in your legure. “I didn't want to tell you because I knew you wouldn't let this happen.” Bucky explained.
“What did you do?” You whispered, just enough for Bucky to hear, the hurt on your face prominent when Bucky saw you standing there, metal pipe in your tight grasp. Shaking with rage.
“We need him Jo.” Bucky turned to you, rushing to where you stood, a hand reaching out to touch the side of your face. Working to calm your anger. Bucky slowly pushed the strains of hair that fell across your face behind your ear. The pad of his thumb softly moving to caress the soft skin of your cheek. “I need you.” Bucky whispered. He didn't want to do this without you. For a moment, for a second you thought perhaps you could do this, but Sam's voice brought you back to reality. Away from the world within Bucky's blue eyes that was just you and him to a world where both you and Bucky were as broken as one another and it could never be just as simple as three words.
“You’re going back to prison.” Sam pointed. You just shook your head. Pushing yourself away from Bucky. Rushing towards Zemo with your pipe held high and ready to strike him down.
“No, he's going six feet under.” you hissed, venom dripping from your tongue for the man who caused so much hurt. Bucky stared at you, holding his breath because he knew this was fight or flight for you. Zemo had been the cause of a lot of things, it was hard to give a man so vile credit where credit was due. Zemo and his antics, albeit maniacal, brought you and Bucky together. Bucky took slow, careful and ever so gentle strides closer to you, forgetting Sam, forgetting Zemo, it was just you. Following you with gentle footsteps to not escalate the already heated situation he’d caused. A hand on your shoulder as you stared Zemo down. Bucky's touch had such a powerful hold on you. Bucky's voice deep in your ear from behind, sending goosebumps across your skin as you closed your eyes for a brief moment. Holding back tears.
“When Steve refused to sign the Sacovia accords you broke the law, you backed him and you stuck your neck out, for me.” standing so close to you it felt as if a gust of wind would send the former Soldier falling into you from behind, vibranium arm and all. “I'm asking you to do it again, Jo.” It was dead silent, Bucky could almost hear the cogs in your mind turning, grinding. His fingertips dancing with yours, vibranium against warm flesh. His voice softer than normal. Oh so deep.
“I really think I'm invaluable.” Zemo added. Breaking the almost spell Bucky had cast over you. Pushing away from Bucky with a soft scoff.
“No–” you stood firm, against Bucky's request. “No I won't, not this time Buck.”
“Jo–”
“Bucky this is the dumbest thing you have ever done.” you began your dramatic monologue. Pacing back and forth. “God–” you groaned, waving the pipe in your hand around. “You’re blinded by a desire, an obsession–”
“They’re Super Soldiers Joelle–” Bucky grew angry for the first time, your eyes grew wide with shock as you turned on your heels back towards Bucky because where on earth did he get the audacity.
“Surely someone else, besides the man who sees you as nothing more than a means to a necessary end knows something!” Zemo smirked, you knew him well. Perhaps that's why it was so easy for you to hate the man he'd become. Hours upon hours of research poured into knowing the man who’d caused a civil war and ruined so many lives.
“I really think I'm invaluable, if i may.” Zemo repeated himself again from his corner, watching as you quickly turned in his direction, moving quickly to close the gap. Anger flooding your system with a gut wrenching growl, seeing nothing but red.
“I want you to listen and listen well.” with all your might you shoved Zemo down, back and against the nearest wall. Boxes falling in the chaos as Bucky tried to calm you with a simple hand to your shoulder.
“Jo–”
“Whereever you end up, back in prison or on an island somewhere you think is safe ill find you, and ill god damn kill you, mark my fucking words.” your felt as if your teeth were about to shatter from the pressure you placed upon them. Gritting hard as you spat. “Ill fucking kill you–”
“Joelle that's enough.'' Sam thought maybe it would help if he pipped in. newsflash, it didn't. “Bucky's right, we could use him–”
“Go to hell Sam, this is insanity!” letting go of Zemo as you turned back to Bucky. “I can't be involved with this, I can't be a part of your sucide mission, Bucky, I won't be. You wanna allow the man who almost ruined what you had left of your life, of my life that i try so desperately to keep together, Sams, Nats, Steves.” you listed off names that hadn't slipped from your tongue in months off. “To run rampant on the streets again so be it, but don't expect me to pick up the pieces when this goes to shit because I warned you.”
“You don't think I can handle Zemo?” Bucky asked, his heart beating as fast as his body would allow it. Waiting for your response.
“No I don't Barnes!” you shouted, trying so desperately to get your point across. “He makes you fragile and he’ll destroy you. He’ll do what he does best and he’ll—“ Bucky made you stronger but hell, he made you weak, he made you fragile because your guard was down around him. Looking into his eyes right now hurt– the look he gave you. The hurt in his eyes because you didn't trust him enough to stand by him with this. “He'll take you away from me and that's so selfish of me but you do this Buck? I won't be there when it backfires.”
“I’m curious—“ Zemo saw the cracks slowly forming, choosing to speak when he wasn’t being spoken to as he dusted himself off. “How can emptiness be so heavy, Miss Barton?” Bucky flinched at Zemo's words, realising fast this was a mistake he’d have to deal with, whatever the repercussions may be. “You speak to James here as if you yourself do not have a death wish.” Your heart instantly shattered. Zemo remembered. “Like you didn’t willingly throw yourself between him and Tony Stark, like you don't love him enough to be the sacrificial lamb he may need one day.” Sam stood still, trying to compute Zemo’s words. “I'm curious to know what drives such fire in you, such carelessness, but I promise, James will return to you, but remember dear, the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” Zemo wore a wicked smile. His words ringing in your head. “James knows what he’s capable of, how far he’d go to protect the ones he loves, but I'm curious, how far are you willing to go for him?”
“That’s enough outta you.” Bucky hissed over your shoulder at Zemo. Watching as you bowed your head in defeat. “Jo—“ it was at that moment you swore you’d give Zemo an answer to his question. One day. But for now, you wore the defeat. The mind games too much for you to bear.
“I want absolutely no part in this Buck, when you’re done playing vigilante you’ll know where to find me.” It was the first and only time you had walked away from Bucky with a slight strain to your friendship. Letting out a small cough, a slight tickle in the back of your throat. “I’m going home.” Pushing past Bucky, he let you walk away. Choosing not to fight, simply accepting you were on the right side of this argument—but that didn’t change a single thing. Bucky needed Zemo's help, with or without you. Letting you go. Wishing he’d loved you enough to be so selfish and follow you, to choose you over the greater good. His heart heavy in his chest. Heartbroken. It would be the last time you speak before your breakdown, a friendship on thin ice.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re an incredibly angry person?” Bucky asked. Pouring your coffee, two sugars, and a little milk. “Look, ill admit it, you were right, it was a stupid move on my behalf, but he helped, truly, just shouldn't have spent as much time as I did with him, he messed with my head like you said he would, now I'm paying the price because that sidewalk is looking awfully comfortable right now and this floor is pretty high up, there's potential for some serious injury.” dark humour, it was how you and Bucky coped with grief, with pain. Sliding you the warm coffee, Bucky sat himself down beside you, pulling you close by your chair so your legs were on either side of his. “I'm not doing well–” it was the hardest thing Bucky ever had to admit, but he had to admit it with you. “Stay, please?” A heavy sigh followed as silence fell between the two of you. Your eyes wandering around Bucky’s apartment—it was a mess.
“We should really start refurbishing this place you know.” Your hand fell to Bucky’s knee. “You can’t just not open everything, Buck.” Bucky shook his head, disagreeing with your statement.
“I'm not really feeling up to it, though we could just, I don't know, wallow in self-pity.” Rolling your eyes you stood, your hands reaching out for Bucky’s as he stood with a groan, looking down at his feet. Too ashamed to look at you—someone who loved him unconditionally.
“You're so much better than that Barnes, here I'll tell you what.” You tilted his chin up, his eyes landing on yours, blue swirls filled with such despair. “Why don't you go have a shower, actually put some clothes on, although, I do love seeing you without a shirt on.” you couldn't help but to stroke Bucky's ego just a little. “We’ll order a pizza or two, put some music on and we’ll start turning this dumb into somewhere you feel at home.”
“Can’t I just sleep on your couch?” Bucky mumbled, the difference between you and Bucky when you fell to your knees, respectfully, was that you became defensive of your mental state, denying how bad things could get. Bucky on the other hand, retreated into himself, falling into a self-loathing state that was catatonic. Hard to break and all-consuming. “I don’t need much space.” You cooed a small bashful sigh. Biting your bottom lip softly as your fingers continued to dance with Buckys by his side. So close.
“As much as I enjoy your company, you need your own retreat, a home.”
“I spent far too many years alone, homes always gonna be wherever you are.” Bucky admitted, the air around the pair of you growing thicker with every passing second. “Home is such a lonely place without you, Jo.” Your lips were so close to Bucky’s you could almost taste him. But to take advantage of his emotional state would be the worst thing you could do. Bucky was going through a rough patch, this wasn’t what he truly wanted.
“You want pepperoni?” You asked softly, your eyes longingly hoping Bucky would still make whatever move he wanted to, but as you suspected it was just your mind-reading too much into a friendship that was thicker than blood. But just that and that alone—a friendship. Bucky stood a little taller. Rolling his shoulders as he looked over your shoulder, staring directly at the blank wall.
“Yeah, extra please.” you watched as bucky finished the remainder of his coffee as he turned, walking towards his bedroom. A sense of sadness in his stride like he was tired from battling demons. You knew how long the countless boxes had been sitting unopened in Bucky's apartment for because you'd been the one who received the notification that they'd been delivered. It didn't take much for you to know Bucky thought it was best he didn't touch them. He felt as if he didn't deserve nice things.
“Hey, Buck?” You cooed, gently calling out as Bucky gathered his things, peeking around the doorframe back at you.
“Yeah?”
“When shield was still a thing, There was only a select handful of people who ever made it on the wall of valour, and if you were to ask me i think those people deserve nicely furnished apartments.” Sipping the rest of your coffee you smiled behind your mug. Bucky’s smile was nothing but bashful and cheesy.
“The wall of valour huh?” Bucky smirked, a hand on the doorframe as he shook his head in disbelief. “Well, how about that.”
“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th regiment.” a familiar voice rang in your left ear, standing just shy behind you. The one and only Steven Rogers, Captain America, the man out of time.
“You knew him?” you couldn't peel your eyes away from the wall of men and women who had been recognized by the organisation that gave you everything you had. S.H.I.E.L.D.
“Bucky, he was, well is, my best friend.” Steve smiled to himself, reminiscing on haunting memories that played back in his mind like old film. A forever young Bucky.
“Well what an honour that title must have been, Captain.”
“Please, call me Steve.” Steven stuck his hand out as you turned to face him. Taking his hand in yours as Steve's eyes wandered down to your stomach, swollen and plump. “I've seen you around, but I have to apologise. Your names slipped my mind.”
“Joelle, but call me Jo. Jo Barton.”
“You're the Hawks sister, yeah that's right, Fury was telling me about you. You have more kills than any other archer this side of the eastern seaboard.” you couldn't help but to roll your eyes. Fury always did have a soft spot for you.
“Those days are well and truly over for me.” you teased. Rubbing your baby bump as you waddled beside steve. “It must be nice though, to see your friend be recognized for his bravery.”
“Bucky would hate it.” Steve chuckled to himself. “Although, he was a ladies man, so there's a possibility he'd most likely use it to his advantage. I know it's not 1943 anymore but that would surely get a girl to go dancing with you, the wall of valour.”
“Do you miss him?” you asked softly, just trying to make conversation as you walked together side by side. It was probably a dumb question, but steven answered it anyway. “Bucky?”
“Every day, I never really found out what happened to him, I mean– we looked, but the last time I saw him he was just falling, I couldn't save him.'' With your hormones running rampant, it was hard to keep your emotions in check as you walked and talked with steve. It was a harsh conversation, full of emotions, but it was nice.
“I reckon he knew you would have if you could, you seem like the type of person that would do everything in your power to help those who need it the most, i mean, it's not everyday you see a star spangled man, throwing around a shield made of vibranium, gotta have some sort of hero heart inside of you to be crazy enough to do that.” Steve just smirked, his hand in his pockets as he helped guide your waddling self down the wall. Your arm wrapped around his. A gentleman out of time.
“Well what about you?” Steve turned the conversation back onto you. “What's with the arrows?”
“Oh well, I'm no hero, trying to be though, i gotta whole lot of bad habits to kick.” walking slowly up the stairs one by one, Steve slowed his pace to help you up. He could see you struggling from your shifted equilibrium.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” he asked, just doing his best to keep the conversation going, softly chuckling to himself when he heard your breathing get a little heavier. This must have been hard.
“Well, I was trained to kill, Captain, I don't miss, you give me a target I'm almost certain I'll hit it.” it was hard to believe due to your current state, very pregnant and out of breath.
“A Hawkeye huh?” It was a nickname that stuck like glue. As much as you hated to love it. “How far along are you? If you don't mind me asking.”
“Eight months, god he can't come soon enough, i feel like my body has been taken over– just wanna meet the little guy is all.” Steve could tell you were so excited, to be a mother that was. The light that filled your eyes when you spoke about your baby boy.
“Got a name?”
“Well, I was thinking of James, but now it seems a little intrusive to your friend's honour.” you couldn't help but to laugh. “You have any other friends that didn't die a tragic death?”
“I knew this guy Ian once, probably one of the only guys in the neighbourhood that didn't beat me up?” Steve sighed, holding the bridge of his nose.
“Well, perhaps Ian will suffice.” you beamed. Falling instantly in love with the name Steve had mentioned. It had a nice ring to it, simple and clean. “So, do you have any idea what this Lliko guys deal is yet or are you still wrapping your brain around everything.”
“All I know is he's bad news, so potentially having a hawkeye in the sky seems like a good idea if you ask me.”
“Yeah, and I was told that you were a ladies man, that if you were alive you would have used that wall of valour status to your advantage to take a girl dancing, yet here I am, still waiting for the day you ask me to go.” you teased. Your head down focusing on your phone as you looked up the number for the pizza place down the street.
“Gee Jo, wonder who you heard that from.” Bucky retaliated. “I'm 106, there's only so many people who knew me back then still walking around!”
“It was just this old guy who likes to parade around in stars and stripes.” you shouted over the sound of water rushing through the old pipes of Bucky's apartment, walking over to the bathroom door, still left unlocked, slightly open. “Still doesn't justify why we haven't been dancing.”
“I really haven't had time for dancing Jo, between all the brainwashing and the therapy.” Bucky shouted through the door, chuckling to yourself as you ordered online. One pepperoni, one Hawaiian. Two bottles of Pepsi. A loaf of garlic bread. The usual order whenever you and Bucky grabbed Pizza.
“Okay well that's just a lame-ass excuse if you ask me.” you teased. Bucky only smirked in response as he let the warm water wash over him. Thankful that he listened and took your advice of a hot shower. Something he’d neglected the last few days. Bucky honestly couldn't remember the last time he showered. It was a habit he was still yet to kick. It wasn't something he was accustomed to while with Hydra, somewhat of an aquaphobe. The sting of ice water still remained in his memories, engraved permanently. Sometimes Bucky would find himself in the middle of his shower, drenched in warmth to be suddenly freezing. The pipes and water system were not the greatest in the complex, sending him into a spiral. It was a never-ending torment. “I'm gonna go start unboxing, take your time okay?”
“I will.” Bucky let out a heavy sigh like he’d been holding his breath for far too long, listening out for the sound of music beginning to play through speakers he never used. “I will,” he repeated softly to himself, tears threatening to spill because he just wasn't coping, succumbing to the emotional title wave he tried so desperately to hold back with floodgates only strong enough to hold the smallest of surges. It must have been the elderly man upstairs turning his tap on for a glass of water or something as mundane as brushing his teeth, wetting his toothbrush slightly before taking the bristles to his dentures. But for a slight moment, the warm water was diverted, sending freezing water down on Bucky. “Ah fuck–” Bucky hissed. His mind clouded, his eyes darkened as memories transported him through time.
“Bucky? You okay?” you asked, panic in your voice as you made your way back to the bathroom door, phone long forgotten on the floor, having dropped it in your tracks. “Bucky?” it was Bucky's pained screams of anguish that had you bursting through the door, unhinged in every aspect. The cool of the water plagued his memories, triggering his darkest memories of a time he hated to remember. Pressing himself into the corner of the shower to escape the cold. “Bucky, hey, it's me, you’re good yeah?” you whispered softly, stepping into the shoer clothes and all. Instantly being drenched by the cold water now turning warm. “Buck–” Bucky didn't give you a chance to finish, his eyes dark as his vibranium hand reached out the snake around your throat. Shock radiated through your system as he slammed you into the white tiles of his shower wall. A crack exemplified by the acoustics in the room, surely a slight concussion.
“Bucky it's me!” you hissed, clawing at his hand, it did nothing against the vibranium. Bucky's eyes were blank, a blank stare staring back at you like no one was home, no one was behind the wheel of his consciousness. He wasn't the winter soldier, no. This was different, this was Post-traumatic stress. “Bucky it's Jo–” you kicked out Bucky's leg, his foot slipping from the water beneath. Sending him tumbling to the ground dragging you along by your neck. Landing on top of him as his back hit the tiles. A groan escaped as he let you go. Winded from the sudden fall. Your gasping was the only thing bringing him back to reality.
“Jo–”
“I'm good.” you wheezed. Letting your head rest against Bucky's chest for a moment as the now warm water washed over the pair of you. Bucky laid still beneath you, his arms coming to wrap around your torso. “Coldwater set you off–”
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Jo–”
“Don't be, it's not your fault Buck, I'm fine,” you mumbled, letting the water wash over you. “Are you fine?”
“No—“ Bucky admitted. “No, I'm not.” It was the gentle tears that welled in his eyes that had your heartbreaking. Sitting up as you helped Bucky shuffle towards the wall, your back against it as yours pressed against yours. Holding him close for comfort as he cried. Letting it all out. “I’m sorry Jo—“
“Stop apologising, I’m here, okay, I’ll always be here for you.”
“I hope one day you get to see how she really is.” Clint's voice peered into Bucky's brain, swirling with trauma and regret, but mostly something forged in the ideology of unconditional love and friendship. Watching as you sat with a now older version of Steve. Clints hand on Bucky's vibranium shoulder. “Before New York, She was like a shot of espresso, being around her was like being bathed in sunlight.” Clint began, it didn't take long for Bucky to know he was talking about you. His eyeline followed Buckys to where you sat humbly. “She was incredibly bubbly and energetic, enthusiastic and she always had this sense of play and fun about her which was always incredibly exciting to be around.”
“I bet you take great pride in the fact you took that away from her.” Bucky hissed, turning to face Clint. “In my eyes, you're just as bad as Loki for what you forced her to become.” it wasn't a secret Bucky wasn't Clint Barton's number one stan. “I've seen her pain in more ways than i can't begin to describe, you did that to her and you owe her the world Clint.”
“I know, and I regret what I did every damn day.”
“You should.” bucky hissed through gritted teeth. “You're her family, her brother, you betrayed her so easily and it broke her, god the things she's told me, the hurt in her eyes when she speaks, remembers what you did.”
“I need you to promise me something–” Clint didn't have much time, he just wanted to ask, wanted to make sure you had someone that you deserved. He’d tried to make amends, tried to ask for forgiveness, asking any god that would hear him. Asking everyone but you, the one person who could give it to him. But Clint Barton was a coward when it came to you, he couldn't face you, not when the world wasn't at stake. Bigons could always be bigons for work, but personal? Clint couldn't.
“Are you asking me for a favour?” Bucky frowned his brows, hands in his pockets nonchalantly.
“Just look after her, if she's proven anything time and time again it's that she's living on a knife's edge, I know I put her there but she needs someone to just, love her.” Bucky eyed down the man he swore he’d never humour. But when it came to you Bucky knew as your walls slowly started to come down around him and his with you, he began to realise quickly he’d do anything to protect you, to keep you safe. “I know how you feel about her, others have felt that way before you and they all had that same look of stupidity written as clear as day on their faces.” Bucky smirked. Clint smiled, tapping Bucky's shoulder. “You're a better man than me Barnes, do me a favour and keep it that way, I promise you, you treat her the way she deserves and she’ll always be there for you.”
It took a while for Bucky to collect himself, but time wasn’t an issue. You stole some clothes from Bucky’s wardrobe to replace your soaked attire. The pizza having arrived shortly after you sauntered out of the bedroom. You took it soon yourself to take a slice, sitting as you began unboxing your first flat pack.
“Hey, James, the pizzas on the counter” You mumbled, a screwdriver between your teeth as work worked to hold the two pieces of wood together. Bucky sent you a worried look. Stunned into stillness as he made his way to the kitchen. His feet were heavy against his hardwood floor.
“What did you just call me, why did you call me James?” Bucky asked curiously. Watching as you shrugged him off, clearly frustrated at the flat-pack you had begun putting together. Since Bucky had been in the shower you hadn’t made much headway. “You never call me James.”
“I guess it just slipped out, Buck, my god, get off my dick.” You chuckled, screwing in the first of many screws.
“So I’m not in trouble?” Bucky’s eyes still a watery mess, redraw.
“Why on god's green earth would you be in trouble?” You sent Bucky a confused look as he held his hands up. Taking a plate down from the cupboard, serving himself a few slices of pizza. “Did you hit your head in the shower or something?”
“It’s nothing.” Bucky cooed, smiling to himself as he took a bite of his first slice, humming at the taste of all things greasy on his tongue. “It’s just, Sarah calls Sam Samuel whenever she’s not happy with him, guess I just connected the full name to anger.”
“Well that’s because Sam’s Sam, I can understand the frustration.” You replied as Bucky came to sit beside you. Freshly showered and dressed. “I mean I can call you James more often if you like? You do have a tendency to piss me off.”
“You can call me whatever you want.” Bucky succeeded, watching you struggle. “I have to admit it’s nice to know you aren’t good at everything, here.” Bucky held out his plate of pizzas, swapping you for the screwdriver. “You gotta be gentle.” You watched through squinted eyes, annoyed and frustrated that you just couldn’t screw the damn boards together. “So, are you gonna tell me how you got that black eye?”
“Courtrooms can be a dangerous place, and as you know I’m not as good with my fists as I am with my bows.” You stole a bite of Bucky’s pizzas as he worked to connect the pieces of wood. The makings of a bookshelf—a wood stained finished. As elegant as you could get for a cheap flat-pack set. “Just wasn’t on my A-game.”
“That’s horse shit—“ Bucky chuckled. “That’s a pulling your punches bruise.”
“Oh yeah? You know this how?” You asked with a mouth full of pizza.
“Because you fight like a warrior, bows or no bows.”
“Yeah well, I was having an off day.” You really wanted Bucky to just drop it. You were going to tell him about Matt, about going to see Zemo. But he wasn’t in the right headspace. That wasn’t what he needed right now. “Now, pass me that screwdriver, take your damn pizza and open another box.”
“Jezz you talk to all your friends like this?” Bucky teased, enjoying just being in your company. So casual, comfortable. You sighed, bumping into Bucky’s side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side.
“You’re my only friend.” You corrected Bucky. “And only when they’re not seeing the value in their own life.” You mumbled. “I get worried about you when I’m away, it seems to be when I’m good you’re bad and when I’m bad you’re good, it’s a cruel cycle to be stuck in isn’t it?” You asked Bucky as if he had the answer to the question you asked. It was well above his pay grade.
“You can only do what you can Jo, it’s not your job to worry about me.”
“It is though, it’s my job to remind you that just because you’re having a bad day or a bad week or potentially a bad century in your case.” Bucky couldn’t help the gasp he let out, soft and subtle, invoking a smile so pure to make its home across your face for the smallest of seconds. “That it’s not a bad life, Buck, you have such a wonderful life ahead of you.”
“As long as you’re in it in some way shape or form I’m sure it will be.” Bucky truly meant that. As long as he had you nothing else mattered.
“It’s crazy to think how far we’ve come, mental illness and all.” You reached out for your Pepsi can, clinking it with Bucky’s as he held his out. Both taking a sip. “Makes you wonder if we could have ever done it alone.”
“Maybe, but I don’t wanna find out.”
“You will have my kings guard, the border tribe, the Dora Milaje and—“ T’chuka raised his gaze over towards where you and Bucky were coming from. Dressed and ready for battle. Hand in hand, somewhat matching in your tackle gear. A subtle hint from the seamstresses who had carefully crafted your gear. Bows on your back.
“A semi-stable 100-year-old man and a ticking time bomb of rage.” Bucky greeted Steve on your behalf, a gentle jab at your stability. His own too. As Bucky embraced his oldest friend, letting your hand go slowly, almost unwilling to allow himself the moment to embrace Steve, you watched as Nat turned to T’chuka.
“How have they been?” Nat asked softly, but loud enough for you to hear with ease.
“I have never seen two soulmates share a stronger bond, they were made to hold each other up, two pillars of great strength to overcome each other’s weaknesses.” You pretend like you didn’t hear that last part.
“How you been Buck?” Steve asked, a beard as thick as Bucky’s covering his cheeks. Brothers in arms. A gentle hand to his shoulder as you made your way back to Bucky’s side. Where you felt most at home a world away. “Jo.” Steve cooed. Smiling brightly as he brought you in for your own embrace.
“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world,” Bucky replied. Watching Steve let you go. “It’s been a while.”
“What about you Jo?”
“Taking it one day at a time, we’re good though, truly.”
“Mayhem and chaos, it’s good to see you both still alive, I thought for sure you’d end up killing each other.” Sam chimed in. Bringing you in for a warm embrace of his own. “You doing alright?”
“Never been better Sam, Bucky’s been great company.”
“You two friends now?” Sam asked, questioning the relationship between you and Bucky, knowing it hadn’t always been so great. A rocky start to say the least. Watching as you both turned to one another, simply nodding as your hand reached out in search of Bucky’s, fingers wrapping gently together. A bond like no other. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“You won’t have you, you're stuck with me, Barnes.” Bucky felt whole around you, safe. He meant what he said when he told you home was such a lonely place without you. Because it was.
The only place Bucky ever felt like he was home was when he was with you.
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