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sankta-starkova · 7 months

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LETTERMAN

039; let it go

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summary: the one where ej and andy get to spend time together in the camp until the production gets in the way, threatening to ruin their summer and relationship

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Andy and some of their friends, snuck into Ricky's cabin the next morning, yelling happy birthday.

It was their best friend tradition and she laughed as he jumped up in fear, a smile on his face. It was a little more exciting than hers yesterday after that debacle.

That's when Big Red ran in with a cake, half for Andy and half for Ricky. It was a surprise to both of them

"We've spent every joint birthday together since pre-school, how could I ever miss your birthdays," he said.

Even though Andys was yesterday, her and Ricky would always have a shared party for monetary reasons, it was cheaper for one balloon castle then two or one game of laser tag then two.

He hugged Andy and Ricky, the two blowing out their candles on the cake.

Andy stood back stage later that evening in hwr Anna costume as EJ walked in, "There's my beautiful Anna," He said, taking her hand and spinning her around, "You're gonna be brilliant, hope I didn't keep you up too late last night,"

She fake yawned, "I think the shadow puppets really put me over the edge," she joked. She loved just being able to talk to him all night and spend time with him again, like home.

That's when Channing came in, ruining the fun, "Hello campers, there are 10 cameras planted in random places in the theater, it all comes down to tonight," he explained.

Andy was already nervous enough but to know that there are hidden cameras everywhere is even worse.

"We will be live streaming tonight's frozen performance on Disney plus to drum up anticipation for the documentary," Channing explained, "I'm gonna shake up the show, right,"

"We can do that!" EJ exclaimed and everyone looked at him, horrified, "We won't disappoint you Channing,"

Everyone gasped, shocked that they were going to actually follow on what he was doing.

"Why would you say that!" Everyone exclaimed, talking over each other in shock.

"Settle down, I was just acting to get that jerk off our backs. We're theater kids and we're going to do things our way, final decision," he said.

His pep talk seemed to cheer them all up, making everyone excited for the show.

"You sure you're okay with that, you've worked so hard and if we're not trending in Braz-" she started and he cut her off with a shrug.

"Thats tomorrow's problem. Tonight I'm gonna sit there and watch my girlfriend ace this," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

The show was going smoothly from the second it started. Everyone aced their performances and the audience seemed to love it.

Whenever she'd go backstage, EJ would tell her that everyone online was loving the show.

Kourtney was midway through her breathtaking performance of let it go when the lights were cut off.

Andy looked around, unsure of what to do as everyone backstage panicked, trying to find out why the lights went off.

Miss Jenn held up her phone light in the audience, everyone else following after her to illuminate the room.

Hesitantly, Kourtney started to sing again, her voice reaching the same power as before.

Gina and Andy stormed off after noticing that Channing was missing. They made it to the breaker where Gina switched it back on again.

"You're lucky Ginas here or Channing, you would be so dead right now," Andy said before the girls rushed back to watch the end of Kourtneys performance.

The lights had come back on and luckily it hadn't ruined her song. Instead, people on the live stream were saying how amazing it was that she had the courage to keep going.

"You okay Ands?" EJ whispered in her ear as he noticed how tense she was, his hands gently rubbing over her shoulders.

"Yeah, just mad," she replied. He nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist and feeling her relax into his touch.

"I've got you," he said. She smiled, leaning her head back as they watched the rest of Kourtneys performance.

During the thirty minute interval, EJ and Andy sat in his cabin, the two of them relishing in the peacefulness for a second before they had to go back to the group.

He had decided that he wanted to call his dad and let him know that he wasnt leaving Salt Lake.

He couldn't jeopardise his relationship with Andy or his plans for the future and he wouldn't let his father get in the way of that.

"You got this Eej," she said, watching as his finger hovered over the call button, "Do you want me to?"

He nodded and she took the phone from his hand, clicking the button and handing it back to him.

They sat down and Andy took his hand in hers, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his knuckles just like he always would.

She saw him take a deep breath as his dad answered the phone, "Hey dad, it's me. We're in the interval right now and I fooled myself into thinking you'd be here,"

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. He knew why Andys family wasn't here and it was because of her mum and he understood. She'd actually called earlier that morning to wish them luck.

"I know you think this is the waste of my time but just once in my life I wanna hear you saw you're proud of me," he said, "Just, I'm proud of you EJ, how hard is that,"

He froze when he heard the sound of a phone being hung up.

He scoffed, "He hung up," he said, trying to sound steady but he just sounded defeated.

She pulled him in for a hug, feeling as he pressed his head into the crook of her neck, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Listen to me," she said, pulling away to look at him, "I think you're amazing. You've given up your summer, our summer, to make this show perfect for us and our friends,"

She reached over, wiping a tear from his cheek when she saw it slip past his waterline. It broke her heart to see him like this.

She could hear his shaky breaths and ran a hand over his back, wondering if he would have another panic attack.

"I'm proud of you. I'm amazed that you're my boyfriend, I'm so lucky every day - except for a few this week," she said and he chuckled, "And I love you, for everything you are. Despite the stubbornness, the distance, I love the kindness and the intelligence and the fun,"

She could see the tears starting to spill over his cheeks now and she brushed one or two of them away

"I love you EJ Caswell, and every day I'm proud to say I'm your girlfriend, I always will be," she said.

He smiled, nodding his head, placing his hand on her cheek, "You're the best girlfriend in the world," he said, leaning in to kiss her.

They went back and finished the show, getting changed out of their consumes and walking into the barn where Miss Jenn was waiting.

"You were all incredible," she said, congratulating the group.

Andy held onto EJs hand, she wasn't going to let him go now, something she'd realised over the summer.

Corbin remembered Jennifer from the films, calling her his favourite cast member. But when Channing tried to film it, Corbin shut it down, firing him.

"Last night of camp, huh kids," Miss Jenn said.

Gina sighed, "It just kind of feels like something is over,"

"Sometimes the really good stuff only starts when something else ends," Miss Jenn replied, taking her hand.

One month later and Andy and EJ stood at the red carpet for the world premiere of frozen the musical the documentary in Hollywood again.

"Here's my favourite couple, EJ and Andy, your love story is going to he thr highlight of the show," Corbin said as the duo approached him after their photos.

EJ was wearing a blue jacket and she was wearing a blue satin dress that Kourtney had made her.

"What do you two want the people watching this to take away from it?" Corbin asked.

"I just hope that people know that it's cool to follow your dreams, no matter what your parents say," EJ said.

She looked at him, a smile on her face, "And that you should follow your heart too, even if sometimes you think you shouldn't," Andy said.

The two walked inside, his arm wrapped around her waist. It was weird as the paparazzi took photos of them but this was the life they were going to have to get used to.

They sat down in their chairs where Corbin explained that they were going to watch the trailer before everyone else came in.

"Your reactions will he recorded and just act casual and normal," corbin said.

They watched the trailer, horrified at the way it made them seem. Kourntey and Gina had an apparent rivalry and Gina and Ricky had some secret relationship.

"I didn't say that about you!" Gina said, her voice high pitched and worried.

The worst part was Andy and EJs scenes. They were made out to be this sick lovey dovey character with scenes of them always kissing and making out.

"I didn't consent to those clips being shown," Andy yelled out, watching as Ricky covered his eyes. There was one scene of him leaning over her and she yelped, "That's not legal I'm sure,"

Then scenes were shown with Val and EJ talking and then Andy and EJ yelling at each other in the barn. They didn't realise they were being filmed there either. Then Ricky made a comment about them.

"I wasn't talking about you Andy, I swear, I was talking about the guys from Frozen!" He announced.

Once the trailer ended they all began yelling at what all that was.

"Is everyone okay?" Corbin said and everyone started to rush off, leaving just Andy and EJ and Corbin in the room.

"I've got to call my mum," Andy said, "Mr Bleu, that trailer was like 25% me and EJ either yelling at each other or kissing. Channing made it look like all we did all summer was sleep together! And we haven't done that!"

EJ walked over, standing behind Andy and rubbing her shoulder reassuringly, "Mr Bleu, is there any way we can change that, that's not how the summer went, for any of our friends,"

"I'm sorry kids, I didn't realise that's what it would be like. Channing was clearly mad and made you all look like awful people," he stated.

"Awful people! I look like a whore, he looks like a cheater and I've got college applications and I'm not gonna get in if I look like a ditsy blonde on TV," she explained.

"Calm down Ands baby, it's all gonna be okay," EJ said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "Right Mr Bleu, there's got to be something you can do,"

"I'll try. I'm gonna call disney plus this instant okay, you kids stay put," he said, walking out.

Andy groaned, putting her head on his chest, "I've got to go back to school EJ, this is gonna be the worst senior year ever," she said.

He sighed, "We're going to make it work. Corbins going to fix this, I promise you," he said.

All she knew is that she going to hold him forever and the two of them would look after each other.

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drabbles-of-writing · 3 years

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my mom’s a disney stan, like, the brand. so she uses lumity as an example on why disney is “so cool and accepting!”. meanwhile, i’m sitting here thinking about toh s3 being cut in half

anon i am so sorry for you

anyway, fuck disney for being supposedly 'progressive' despite the fact that hundreds of other creators had to fight for this rep long before them so this could even be considered, including Alex Hirsch, who had any of the rep he wanted FUCKED over by the rat. Despite the fact that Dana had assured that the higher ups in disney were cool with letting this 'slide' this time, only to have S3 cut short the second lumity showed signs of becoming legit. Despite the fact that subtitles for Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door on Disney+ misgender Raine. Despite the fact the Owl House is shown to be so immensely popular and loved that most disney execs would be frothing at the mouth for new content of it to get more money, but that's suspiciously not happening.

Disney has never once cared about progression or the community, they are perfectly content with the same cookie cutter characters for everything that has their name on it, in fear they piss off the 20 Karen moms and miss out on 20$. fuck disney.

#no ill will towards your mom anon i just wanted to rant #the owl house #toh #disney #disney+#alex hirsch #dana terrace #rant #lgbt #lgbt representation #on the misgendering. raine is not verbally misgendered in the official episode (thank god)#but the subtitles on the very last line of eda confronting herself during the breakup misgender them #i believe dana is currently trying to get it fixed but the fact it happened at all. raine isnt misgendered anywhere else #just the one line after its confirmed they were breaking up. which i realize i could be jumping to conclusions here but hey. suspicious #asks #and it sucks too cause all the other big companies have the same cowardice. not as much as disney #but netflix cancels any good shows. cartoon network is Like That. hulu is slowly melding into the mouse. nobody uses hbo max #again. stream disney+ so we can keep yelling at disney to put more of this out. i stg we gotta bully the mouse and then never buy anything #else from them

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ | Planning The Trip

Part One of my "Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™" headcanon series

Includes: (The Whole Gang) Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson

Word Count: 3.9k

Relationships: The Avengers x F!Reader, Ambiguous; just how we like it ;)

Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ Master List

→The whole idea starts when the team is lounging at the compound doing regular™ team things

→A.K.A Wanda, y/n, Pietro, and Vision are in a pile on one of the couches cuddling, Clint and Nat are across the room playing pool, Bucky is making ramen in the kitchen, Steve is trying to convince Bucky to add an egg or something for more protein, Bruce and Stephen are talking neuroscience and bickering over techniques of spinal fluid something, Thor and Loki are fighting over the remote before Loki finally rolls his eyes and picks up the book y/n had left on the coffee table, Sam is asleep on the floor, and Tony is just tired

→In the madness though he picks up on the conversation happening between the four people on the couch

→“You’ve never been to Disney World?”

→Three rounds of “no” “nope” “I’ve only had a body for a year, y/n. When would I have gone to Disney World?”

→”Okay, yeah, good point, Vis. But y’all would love it. I haven’t been since high school but I want to go again so bad. We need a vacation.”

→Tony doesn’t even stick around to hear the rest, he’s already walking away while speaking to FRIDAY, telling her start pulling up the Disney site and analyzing it, disappearing to his lab and using all of his monitors to compare the resorts and try to decide where to stay that everyone would like (and where they would all fit because there’s too many of them)

→It doesn’t take him long to realize they’re going to need large accommodations

→Bruce is the first to notice that he’s gone, sneaking into the lab and scaring the hell out of Tony

→“Whatcha’ doing?”

→“Ah shit-- Bruce! How are you so quiet?”

→And then he points to the seven open listings on the monitors and explains that the team needs a break and that he heard y/n talking about Disney World and that he wants to surprise the team-- Bruce agrees immediately (the man is always in need of relaxation)-- and that’s how the team’s geek squad ends up playing Disney Dad #1 and Disney Dad #2 and planning the most extravagant vacation in less than three hours

→They have it down to a science after the first twenty minutes-- dividing what needs to be done and tackling it individually while bouncing ideas off one another

→“Do you think they want to eat at Beauty and The Beast Castle or Ariel’s Grotto the second night?” “I’m not sure-- book them both.” “Tony we can’t--” “FRIDAY, book them both.” “You got it Mr. Stark.”

→There’s a lot of Bruce wondering if what they’re booking is too expensive and even more of Tony reminding him that he’s a literal billionaire and that he could buy the Disney company if he wanted to-- that still doesn’t stop Bruce from suggesting more frugal methods from time to time-- it only makes Tony want to spend even more money because you need to lighten up, Banner

→The next person who realizes Tony and Bruce are gone is-- surprisingly-- Sam

→Honestly it’s only because he has to pass Tony’s lab on the way back from his room and he sticks his head in to tell them that “Romanoff and Barton ordered pizza if y’all want any… holy crap is that Disney World? Are we going to Dis--”

→Tony literally grabs him by the collar and tells him to hush it, birdman before pulling him into the room and explaining his plans for the second time-- “Yes, we are going to Disney World and I want it to be a surprise.”

→Sam just nods, his eyes on the screen and his brows beginning to push down and-- “Okay but why are you booking dinner at Mickey’s Backyard Barbecue on the same day that you have fast passes for World of Color at Epcot?”

→And Tony and Bruce blink and are just like “What?”

→And Sam is already at the computer, fingers stuttering over the weird ass hoverscreens while pulling up the page which shows that the World of Color has a whole ass dining experience-- Tony and Bruce have no clue that was even a thing-- and suddenly Sam is the one telling them what to plan because, as it turns out, this man loves Disney World and has been upwards of thirteen times and knows it inside and out

→Thank gods for Sam because these two Disney Dads™ were really shooting blindly into the abyss of trip planning without ever having gone to Disney World-- he has to shift around fast passes, dining reservations, water park tickets, and even the family portrait session that Tony demanded Bruce add

→He shows them all the things they don’t even think to plan-- firework shows, dessert parties, literally all of Downtown Disney-- Tony wants to be mad but he’s too busy picking his jaw up off the floor when Sam manages to book them for an After Dark Party in Magic Kingdom

→Bruce gets so excited when Sam tells him that’s a thing that he almost gives the plan away when Natasha comes rushing to see what all the noise is (it’s Banner jumping up and down like a toddler) -- he has to rush to the doorway, make up a lie about him dropping a piece of equipment, and then walk her back to the common area and play a round of pool with her to keep her questions at bay

→It’s all fine because Sam puts the final touches on the plan and has Tony give the order for FRIDAY to book it all and then it’s ready to tell the team

→They sneak back into the common area, it’s nine pm and everyone just looks so worn out

→Stephen is literally half way to snoring, legs curled under him on the love seat, doing that thing people do when they’re falling asleep and their head slumps and then they spring back awake, repeating the process an embarrassing amount of times but nobody’s even paying attention

→Steve and Bucky are talking quietly in the corners about whether or not they should just go to sleep because it’s Thursday and there’s really no point in staying up any longer

→Clint and Thor are sharing a bag of popcorn and half watching John Wick while discussing the inaccuracies of the movie-- “If he had a bow none of this would have happened.” “Or a hammer.” “Yeah, that too.”

→Yeah, they’re exhausted, and it makes the Disney Dads™ and Sam that much more excited to share the news

→Sam’s twiddling his hands behind his back and sharing smiles with Banner who’s trying to keep his excitement at bay and Tony is rolling his eyes but smiling too and for a moment nobody notices their cheshire grins and nervous foot tapping until finally y/n lifts her head from Pietro’s chest-- who complains at the action and lifts his head too-- and lazily asks

→“Tones, what on earth are you smiling about?”

→And the man opens his mouth but before he can even get the words out Bruce and Sam are already jumping up and down again and screaming “We’re going to Disney World!”

→And the room goes dead silent for three beats-- one, two, three-- and it feels like a million seconds and Tony’s face is dropping slowly and he’s ready to be like sike and then she jumps up, literally stepping on Pietro’s stomach, hurtling the back of the couch like a damn track star and rushing the man at full force, flinging herself at him and jumping into his arms and there are tears streaming down her face and she’s screaming

→“Tony you didn’t! Oh my gods you didn’t! You’re lying oh my god no! Are you serious?”

→And he’s nodding but he still can’t get a word in edgewise because she’s still rambling-- “You heard me oh my gods! You heard me and you did it! Tony that’s insane and reckless and oh my god I love you! Are we actually going? This isn’t a trick? Please don’t let this be a trick!”

→And he just laughs and spins her around and tells her that no, this isn’t a trick I’m not the mischief god here and Loki rolls his eyes but he’s also kind of excited despite the frown on his face

→They’re all excited

→Pietro and Wanda and screaming with Sam, slapping each other and just full on freaking out like children, incoherent and happy and raring to just go already

→In turn this wakes Stephen up who hears the madness and jumps up, on edge and ready to literally fight before he realizes what’s going on and calmly sits back down, nodding his head but not speaking because if this literal grown man opens his mouth he knows he’s going to freak out too because holy shit Disney World-- even sorcerers like Disney!

→Steve and Bucky are kind of confused-- they just barely remember Snow White when it came out but Disney World? They made a-- what is it? A theme park? Regardless they’re excited, ready to break the old men lull they’ve fallen into-- Bucky hears y/n ask if Tony booked water park tickets and gets super excited

→Vision is also confused but he sees everyone getting turnt over Disney World and decides that he is also excited-- Wanda momentarily stops being hyped up to ask him if he’s waterproof in which he goes into explicit detail about how yes, he is and he’ll show her if she’d like and she has to slap her hands over his mouth and tell him to hush

→Thor and Clint also turn into children but they’re the run around the room yelling types as opposed to the stand in a circle and scream types-- the gang is apparently just like fifteen children who barely manage to get things done apparently because they’re all hyped as fuck

→Clint sprints over to Nat whose hands are already up, ready to fight the man off because she knows what’s coming, but he’s too fast and too happy and uses all his assassin training to dodge her kick, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around until she’s giggling and slapping his back

→“Natty we’re going to fucking Disney World!”

→“I know you lug, I heard Stark too. Let me down!”

→He doesn’t-- he just shakes her harder, cheering with the rest of them

→Thor slumps down next to his brother, nudging his shoulder-- “Migardians are strange”-- and Loki nods but pulls out his phone and starts looking up what’s actually at Disney World and-- “Look, brother, our home… wait is that us?”-- and the brothers get sucked into a rabbit hole of the Norwegian pavilion and whatever the hell the Frozen ride is and why their pictures are there

→It takes thirty minutes for everyone to calm down enough for them to actually have a conversation about what on earth Tony and Bruce and Sam did-- it takes another ten minutes after that for Stephen to finally break through the chatter to ask the most important question-- “Guys, seriously. You can ask about the plans after. The main question here is when are we going.”

→And Tony glances at Bruce and shrugs and is like “Tomorrow.”

→And they all erupt again-- y/n and Wanda because they have to pack and Stephen because normal people don’t just up and go on Vacation, you’re supposed to make time and Clint and Pietro because holy shit we’re going to Disney tomorrow!-- but Tony just brushes the worry off and reminds them-- again-- that they’re superheroes and that he’s a billionaire and that they can go on vacation whenever they damn want

→Cue fifteen more minutes of freaking out and y/n tackling Tony and then tackling Bruce and then, finally, tackling Sam who scoops her up and all but tosses her in the air before thanking her profusely for putting the idea in Tony’s brain

→They spend the next few minutes fangirling together-- Sam raves about all the food he’s going to eat-- Mickey bars, corn dogs, pretzels, those huge turkey legs-- and y/n talks about how she wants to get all the autographs she can-- especially Goofy and Pluto-- and then Sam mentions the After Dark Party and, like Bruce, she freaks out

→Finally Wanda has to split them up, grabbing y/n with one hand and hauling her over to the other redhead who’s still being held hostage by the resident archer and grabbing Nat with the other-- when Clint protests she curls her fingers, warning him with a pinch of red magic, and he holds his hands up, backing away slowly but telling Nat she’d better come see him before they leave

→On the way out Steve asks where they’re going and Wanda almost threatens him too until Nat tells him they’re going to pack for tomorrow-- he then turns to Bucky and reiterates the idea to a less than enthusiastic super soldier who tries to argue that I can pack in the morning but Steve just isn’t having it-- it takes five minutes but finally Buck agrees (but only after Steve says Bucky can just throw his stuff in his bag)

→The girls spend the rest of the night giggling and packing, holding up dresses and putting them down, shoving things in each other's bags and dancing to a playlist of oldies from Wanda’s phone-- Nat is the most boring packer but after some threats to get resident archer involved she gets her act together

→Pietro comes in when he’s done and Wanda scoffs at what he has packed but he only shrugs, slumping on y/n’s bed and giving her grabby hands until she rejoins him

→“But Pietro what if I forget something?”

→“You worry too much-- can’t Stange make portals?” He has a point

→What they all pack:

→Tony: Suits and graphic t-shirts. He’s either rolling up to Disney World in a Metallica t-shirt or a full three piece suit there’s no inbetween. He’s really not concerned about packing-- he can just buy whatever he needs there. After a text from y/n though he throws in a few pairs of shorts that he didn't even know he owned and his M.I.T. hoodie. He tops it off with a few gadgets he thinks he might need-- FRIDAY’s chip and some nanotech-- and he’s good to go. Billionaires don’t need to pack.

→Steve: Clothes and toiletries. Boring, basic, forgets swim trunks until he sees Bucky put his swim trunks and nothing else into Steve’s bag. That’s how he remembers most things actually; by looking at what Bucky doesn’t put into the bag. Along the way he suggests what the super soldier might want to pack while adding a few extra of his own just in case. After thinking about it for a few minutes he adds two books-- one for each of them. He also adds some tools-- a screwdriver and some pliers-- in case Bucky’s arm starts acting up. He’s sure Stark will have something but in case he doesn't, those will hold it over.

→Bucky: Swim trunks. And, when Steve begs, he grumbles and adds a few button downs and henleys. He also sneaks in a few knives, burying them in the henleys. He watches Steve pack for him though and leaves it at that-- what’s the point of packing when the super soldier can just do it for him? He’s not stupid-- he’s tired and Steve is fussy. He’ll have what he needs and if he doesn’t then he’ll just make y/n go swimming with him. Then he won’t need anything. Easy peasy.

→Nat: She’s the most level headed packer of the bunch, spare maybe Bruce and Sam. She Packs what she’ll need-- not too much and not too little. If anything she packs too many of Clint’s hoodies (three). Part of that, though, is her knowing that he’s probably going to forget one. She packs her normal toiletries, making sure to add an extra stick of deodorant and a bottle of Wanda’s red nail polish because-- despite the fact that she spends an hour watching Wanda pack her entire room-- she just knows that the woman forgot a bottle of that stuff and that she’ll be upset if her nails look chipped in the pictures. Wanda and y/n make her pack a bikini despite the fact that she has two scars from Bucky still and they threaten to get Clint involved if she tries to refuse-- “I suggest you put that little black number in that bag right now unless you want some aggressive compliments, you hear me woman?” She didn’t have to be told twice.

→Clint: Not as much as he should. Never as much as he should. He packs boxers, a pair of swim trunks, a few regular shirts and shorts (not enough), a couple nice shirts and a pair of jeans, and his toiletries. He’s gone longer with less but-- like-- he doesn’t have to this time? Nat walks into his room as he finishes packing and takes one look at his bag before marching to his closet and adding a hat, a pair of sunglasses, a jacket, a pair of sweatpants, and socks because who the hell doesn’t pack socks when they’re going to be walking around for days, how the hell are you an accomplished assassin Clint?

→Wanda: She literally packs as much as she can-- think the essentials times three and then some, like five different dresses, two leather jackets (even though y/n reminds her that Orlando is hot), her laptop and her ipad, two pairs of headphones. She has a notebook, a sketch book, and a regular book. Six bikinis and a one-piece. Three hats, four pairs of sunglasses, enough panties to last a month, let alone a week. She packs heels, boots, sneakers, flats, and sandals. Two purses and a backpack. Wanda Maximoff is the epitome of team mom-- anything Nat and y/n forget she’ll have it. She also packs a few things that she thinks Pietro will forget-- a few nice outfits for nights out and his main toiletries. Oh-- and sunscreen! Lots and lots of sunscreen!

→Pietro: Well, let's just say that it’s a good thing Wanda thinks to pack some things for Pietro because this man barely remembers his toothbrush let alone his phone charger. He gets the basics-- the bare necessities-- like three t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some (?) boxers, and like seven pairs of shoes because with how fast this man is he’s going to need them badly. He does, however, remember to pack his bathing suit and that’s more than a few people on the team can remember. Poor baby just wants to get there already-- he can just buy whatever he forgets.

→Vision: A very strange assortment of items. He doesn’t need clothes-- he can make whatever he would like appear on his body-- but he does want to feel included so Wanda gives him one of her backpacks and he puts like kind of random items into it. He sees a phone cord and shoves it in and like a hairbrush-- all items someone will need eventually but not him (later will find out that it’s the cord to Sam’s Iphone and will hand it over and have the audacity to say you’re welcome Samuel after doing it).

→Sam: He packs at least four ball caps. Nothing besides that really matters; he just knows how fucked you are if you don’t bring a hat and he’s bringing enough for the people who forget. As much as Bucky gets on his nerves he also packs him one. Besides that he packs normally-- t-shirts, shorts, shoes, socks, boxers-- all regular amounts. He freaks out a little when he can’t find his phone charger but he’ll just buy one when he gets there. He also brings a Polaroid camera and a shit ton of film-- some of his team members have never been and he will be documenting it all.

→Bruce: He’s the most boring packer and that isn’t a bad thing-- it’s the reason he has so many doctorates-- because he’s smart and level headed. He packs the clothes he needs with one extra of everything. He packs his toiletries. He doesn’t pack his whole room and he doesn’t pack nothing at all. He’s perfectly in the middle-- a Disney Dad™! He does, however, forget his swim trunks-- oops.

→Stephen: One backpack with a t-shirt, sweatpants, and swim trunks. That’s it. Why would he pack anything else? The man can open a portal whenever he needs! He’s always one step away from his bedroom! Stephen simply flicks his wrists and can change and rejoin the group in less time than it takes the rest of them to pull shit from their bags and wait for the washroom to free up. It’s actually a genius play.

→Loki: Despite being the most outwardly unenthusiastic he packs almost the exact same way that Wanda does. He’s a nervous packer. His brother laughs but, like, he has a point. Safe is better than sorry. It’s comical that he packs like five sweaters though considering that he can snap his fingers and make the sweater appear. All his clothes are either green or black. He packs at least one all black suit. Thor has to force him to add a red Hawaiian shirt and he scoffs at it and shoves it to the bottom. Definitely packs three pairs of swim trunks because he doesn’t like putting them one while they’re still wet. He doesn’t even know if he’s going to go swimming but he’s still doing it anyway. He also packs the scrunchie y/n gave him to keep his hair out of the way and when Thor tries to say shit about it he pulls a dagger from thin air and just chucks it. After dodging it Thor asks why don’t you just make your clothes appear the same way?

→Thor: Enough but, like, definitely not enough. The normal things but like less. He figures he’s going to be spending most of his time in his bathing suit anyway. Loki tries to remind him that he can’t go shirtless in the parks (he looked it up already) but he doesn't listen. It really is a good thing his brother can make things appear from thin air. He’s the type of guy to be content in a pair of flip flops and an open button down. He does, however, bring one of those dad-esque fanny packs and somehow he makes it look hot.

→Y/n: Literally packs the same as Wanda, if just a tad less. So many clothes that it’s insane. She, however, has the added bonus of her old Mickey ears-- a pink sequined pair that are a little worse from wear but still pretty. She packs a bucket hat to pin collectable pins to. She makes sure to leave extra room in her suitcase for souvenirs. She’s had her eye on the luxury bath salts from the Grand Floridian ever since the Disney Instagram posted them a few months ago and now that she’s going she won’t be leaving without them. She also packs the strapless dress she’s been meaning to wear for months now-- she doesn’t know who’s going to be there to admire it but she’s sure there’s at least one person who will. Besides, Nat’s been telling her to wear it for ages.

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First Man

Summary: you debut a song on stage at the AMAs.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader, Harry Styles x Popstar!Reader

“No, I got no clue to what she’s performing,” Chris said to the interviewer and looking at you.

“You’ll just have to wait,” you said.

“POPS!” You both hear.

Chris turns knowing exactly who it is. He opens his arms and hugs his son-in-law who’s in an elaborate suit. You smile.

“I’ve missed you,” Harry exclaimed as your dad cups his face.

“I know, Bubba,” Chris said smiling.

You greet Harry’s mother Anne and sister Gemma whilst your dad and husband hug each other like long lost lovers. It took awhile for your dad to warm up to Harry but after seeing the way his only daughter and only child was being treated warmed his heart. It took some convincing from you as well. Chris couldn’t let just anyone marry his little girl.

Yes I'm gonna stay with him tonight

I'll see you in the mornin'

No of course, he won't drink and drive

Chris immediately gets teary eyed seeing you onstage in a gown at a grand piano with spotlight shinning down. He hasn’t heard this song and neither has Harry as he hears you singing. It brings Chris back some memories.

“No, I’m gonna be with him tonight,” you said into the phone.

“Excuse me? Who’s this boy? Is it Tyler? Adam? Tom? If you’re back with Holland, I’m gonna fuckin—.”

“No, Daddy. It’s somebody else. I’m not dating one of your costars. That was a mistake.”

Chris sighed and said, “be careful. Don’t drink and drive.”

“No, of course not,” you said.

“Call me if anything happens, I’ll be there, comet.”

“I know, Daddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Oh you'll like him, he's really kind

And he's funny like you sometimes

And I found someone I really like

Maybe for the first time

Chris sniffles and tries his hardest to keep it together especially with a camera pointed at him and Harry. He focuses on the stage where you’re singing.

“Daddy, please! You’ll really like him. He’s really kind,” you said. “And he’s funny like you sometimes.”

“Excuse me?! My jokes are killer all the time, Comet! —Knock, knock,” your dad said truly offended.

“Come in,” you said.

He gives you one look and you start running. He runs after you growling. You scream when he grabs you and lifts you off the ground.

“Have I taught you nothing?!” Chris exclaimed. “We’re gonna try this again, Miss Thing.”

“Oh Jesus,” you rolled your eyes and you can’t help but smile.

“Knock, Knock,” he said.

“Who’s there?” You asked playing along.

“Boo,” he said still holding you tightly not wanting to let you escape.

“Boo, who?” You said confused.

“Aww, munchkin, don’t cry,” your dad said pressing a kiss to your cheek. “It’s just a boy. No need for crying over him.”

You laughed and said facing him, “but Daddy. He’s really good to me. And I think I really found someone I really like— maybe for the first time.”

He can’t help but frown and narrow his eyes.

“Who is he?” He asked.

“His name is Harry,” you said smiling.

No I don't need a jacket

It's not that cold tonight

And you worry, I get it

But he's waiting outside

“Grab a jacket!” Chris yelled at you before you can leave.

“It’s not that cold,” you said as he comes over to you from the kitchen. “And I’m 21, Dad.”

“I know how old you are. I was there and I know you’re a popstar and I—,” he said.

“And you worry, I get it,” you said.

“Yes, so grab a jacket, comet,” he said pointing to the hallway.

“But he’s waiting outside, Daddy,” you said.

“And he can wait longer. Also, you still live under my roof which I don’t get when I know you’re making a shit ton of money off of your music,” Chris said.

“You know they’re still renovating my house,” you said. “And I’m pretty sure you like having your own daughter around again.”

Chris scoffs and shoos you back down the hallway. He knows you’re right. He loves having you around even if you both get very busy with work. It’s nice to know you’re around safe and sound.

You’re quick to put a leather jacket over your outfit. He follows you out without hesitation. You give him a look but he’s got his murder glare.

“Hey, I was thinking that I got the wrong house,” the Brit said as you get in and he’s got the windows down.

Chris looks into the car and you said, “dad, this is Harry. Harry, this is my dad.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Harry said.

“Comet, didn’t you have a poster of him on your wall with some other boys?” Chris asked looking at you.

“DAD!” You looked at him mortified.

“It was One Direction, right?” Chris said.

“Yeah, but we split off into different directions,” Harry said.

“But she didn’t like you,” your dad said. “It was a different one.”

“Was it Liam?” Your boyfriend asked.

Chris shook his head and said, “it was the dude with the bleach blonde hair.”

“Oh, Niall. He’s a cheeky little Irish fucker. I don’t blame you, Y/n,” Harry said.

You try getting out of the car to get away from the embarrassment but Harry locks the doors on you. Chris smiles a bit.

“Have fun, comet,” Chris said pressing a kiss to your temple as you hide your face into your hands.

He steps away from the car and threatened, “I’ll fucking destroy you, Harry, if you hurt my little girl.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Evans,” Harry responded honestly.

I swear on my heart

That he's a good man

I know you'll stay up late

Just waiting for me

“You should be asleep, Daddio,” you said putting your arms around his shoulders.

“Had to make sure you got home safely, munchkin,” Chris said putting a hand over your forearms.

“But you’ve got a plane to catch in the morning,” you said. “And he’s a good man.”

“He was in a boyband, Y/n,” he said.

“He’s in a man-band now,” you said with a giggle.

Chris can’t help but laugh as he stood up from his spot on the couch.

“I still don’t trust him,” your dad said making you frown.

You held me so tight

Now someone else can

But you were the first man that really loved me

You looked to the crowd with a tear rolling down your cheek. Your dad is openly letting the tears stream down his own cheeks. Harry smiles at you with tears of his own building up. He knows it’s about him and your dad but mainly your dad.

Now you're driving to the airport

Not just me you pick up anymore

I've got eight days off coming up

And I can only come home for four

Yeah I just met his family

“Harold,” Chris said.

“Mr. America!” Harry exclaimed throwing his arms around your dad.

You smile happily at your dad and he gives in hugging your boyfriend. He hugs you next and kisses your cheek before helping Harry load your bags into the car. There’s not much— only your carry-ons. It’s a short trip to Boston so everyone can meet Harry and you can spend time with your dad.

“How was London?” Your dad asked as Harry is outside playing with your cousins.

“I met his family,” you said.

“So, it’s getting serious?” He asked.

You nod your head. It breaks his heart but he won’t tell you that.

He makes me really happy

I think he might be the one, oh

I swear on my heart

That he's a good man

I promise he loves me

He'd never hurt me

You held me so tight

Now someone else can

But you were the first man that really loved me

“I promise you! He makes me really happy, Daddy,” you said.

Chris scoffs. You’ve always been a pretty happy kid and even with a chaotic life you live, you’re sunshine peaking through the clouds on a rainy day or more like a shining star around a world of darkness. No boy or man will change that. You’ll cry for a week or so over them and your dad will be there to comfort you or at least try to.

“Dad,” you said.

“Come here,” your dad said seeing you aren’t too happy with him.

You plop down next to him and he pulls you into his side.

“I worry,” Chris said.

“You always do,” you mumbled.

“Yeah it’s my job as you’re my daughter. I don’t want you with an undeserving man of you,” he admitted. “You deserve the best.”

“I think he might be the one,” you said.

“You sure?”

You nod your head.

“Well, shit,” he said.

“Dad,” you said.

“You’re growing up on me, comet.”

Now you're on the driveway

Faking a smile

You wish you could tell him he doesn't deserve me

So I had to stop the car and turn around

To tell you, you were the first man that really loved me

Your dad wants to yell at Harry and tell him to stay the fuck away from you because nobody is good enough for his little girl. But Chris bites his tongue and smiles from the driveway as Harry drives off with you.

“Wait! Stop the car!” You exclaimed.

Harry does and you’re quickly out the car. You run to your dad and into his arms.

“You know I love you, right?” You said.

“Yes, comet,” Chris said.

“You’ll always be the first man I love,” you said. “He’s just in second place.”

“HEY! I heard that!” Harry yelled making your dad smile.

“Shut it, loser!” Your dad yelled back.

And before they open up the doors

I say I've never seen you cry before

You say "You've never looked so beautiful

You know you'll always be my little girl"

You're looking at me, while walking down the aisle

With tears in your eyes, maybe he deserves me

“I don’t think I’ve seen you cry before,” you said.

“Only when you aren’t looking, bubs,” your dad sniffled adjusting your veil. “And you’ve never looked so beautiful.”

“Dad,” you said.

“You know, you’ll always be my little girl, Y/n,” Chris said. “My little shooting star.”

You nod your head with tears streaming down your cheeks. Your dad hugs you tightly.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“Alright, just let me know ‘cause I’ll drive you outta here and we can watch Disney movies at home,” Chris said holding you still.

You shake your head no and said, “he’s the one, Daddy.”

Chris smiles at your words and said, “we can’t keep him waiting any longer.”

“Yeah, we can’t,” you said.

The doors open and you take your dad’s arm. You both start walking down the aisle. Chris can’t help but smile looking at you as you look at Harry. Your eyes sparkle looking at your soon to be husband. Maybe Harry isn’t that bad.

You don't even know how much it means to me now

That you were the first man that really loved me, that really loved me

You really love me

You’re quick to get off stage and go to your dad who’s in the first row with everyone. Chris stands up just as quickly. You go into his arms and wrap your arms around his waist. Everyone cheers and applauses for you.

“Fuckin’ shit, comet,” your dad whispered into your ear and holds you tightly as you cry into his chest. “I wasn’t expecting that at all.”

“I love you, Daddy,” you said.

“I know. I love you too,” he said wiping away your tears.

“And I love you both,” Harry said putting his arms around you both.

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yourlmanburg · 3 years

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movie night // karlnapity x gn!reader

(hi! this is my first post on tumblr and i’m still learning how to use it haha, requests in my askbox would be highly appreciated please i will literally love u so much <3)

word count: 1,565

summary: you and your boys took the night off from streaming to spend some time together

request?: nope, but my requests are open!

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“Is there anything else y’all want?” Nick asked from the bar stool he was seated on, scribbling down a quick shopping list. Both Karl and Alex shook their heads, Nick just about ready to head off before you piped up from the sofa in your open plan apartment, a sly yet lighthearted smirk present on your lips.

“Yeah, actually. Popcorn, crisps, sweets, and just any snacks you can find, really. Also, make sure you guys cancel your streams tonight - we don’t have any lore planned, do we?” you looked at each of your boyfriends who you met through the Dream SMP, and they returned your gaze with very confused expressions. Even so they shook their heads again to provide an answer to your question.

“I mean, I was gonna hop on the server with Will for a bit, but I can leave that until tomorrow if you’d like?” Alex asked, obviously curious as to what his partner had in mind. You were quick to assure him that your little idea could wait for a day the four of you were free, though you weren’t completely convinced that it would even happen at all if that were to be the case; you’re all very busy people.

“If it’s something important to you, baby, then I’m sure we can work something out,” Karl said with a soft smile, both Nick and Alex humming in agreement. “Although, dare I ask why you want us to cancel our streams?” he asked sheepishly. You considered keeping it from them, but gave in to the anxiety-inducing question of whether it was really important enough or if you were just being clingy.

“Well, I just thought, maybe, we could, you know,” you stammered, worrying the three a little bit. They exchanged glances, wondering if they’d perhaps done something wrong. “We haven’t really spent much time together recently, and I thought we could maybe have a movie night or something? I’m sorry, I know I should’ve planned this out properly with your guys’ input, it was just a last minute thought. We really don’t have to do it, Alex I know you said you had streaming plans and that was before I mentioned any of this and-”

“Babe,” Alex cut off your rambling before it spiralled into something more, as it often did, chuckling slightly and walking over to you with his arms out wide. You let him wrap them around you and you reciprocated the action, close to tears at this point due to the whirlwind of anxiety racing around your mind over something that warmed your boyfriends’ hearts, instead of annoying them and getting in their way as you’d predicted. “I’m sure we can miss out on a day of streaming to spend some time with each other, right? We have been pretty busy, like you said.” He smiled, looking deep into your eyes before leaning in for a sweet kiss.

Nick cleared his throat upon seeing you trade kisses without him, not even bothering to cover up his laughter. Of course, you sarcastically apologised and gave each him and Karl their own kisses too, Alex doing the same.

“So, is this everything we need?” Nick checked one more time before heading out the door, leaving once you’d looked over the list and didn’t see anything missing.

“Alright then lads!” you turned to Alex and Karl once the door closed, a large grin gracing your face. “Go and grab all the pillows, cushions, blankets, plushies - go and grab every comfy thing we own! If we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it properly, Okay?” they both instantly scrambled to the king sized bed and pretty much stripped it, while you crouched in front of the cupboard that the relatively large TV stood atop. Your eyes skimmed over the many movies you owned, the innocent Disney ones mixed in with the more gruesome and gory horrors like Saw and The Shining.

After a good few minutes of sorting through the discs and picking out a variety of movies to suit everybody’s tastes, stopping at some point to cheer Alex on in a wrestling match on the sofa against Karl, you’d finally found about six hours worth of top quality films. You looked up at the clock on the wall and it had just gone four pm, meaning that if you settled down by five at the latest then you’d be done by about eleven, making it the perfect time to head straight to bed so nobody would be overly tired in the morning. But there was no use worrying about that, this was supposed to reduce stress, and worrying about time was the opposite.

You’d sneakily chosen a couple of very scary horror movies, knowing that Karl wasn’t the biggest fan of them and it’d be an easy way to get lots of cuddles out of him; he didn’t hate them, but they weren’t exactly his cup of tea, either. You stood up and helped him and Alex set the blankets and cushions up on the sofa, collapsing onto them once you were done.

While leaning your head on Alex’s shoulder, he snaked his arm around you and absentmindedly grazed his fingers up and down your arm. You closed your eyes and you must’ve fallen into a light sleep as you were a little dazed when you opened your eyes to see Nick gently shaking you, not remembering him getting back. Alex was in the kitchen with Karl and you could hear them trying to figure out how to pop the popcorn, even when you knew there were clear instructions on the box.

“Hey, love.” Nick greeted you warmly with an even warmer kiss, planting himself beside you and wrapping an arm around you, much like Alex had not even half an hour ago. You leaned into his side and closed your eyes again, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I love you.” you murmured softly, feeling Nick press a kiss to your temple and muttering a small “I love you too.”

“If you’re tired, we can always do this tomorrow, honey.” he said, causing you to sit up and jokingly look at him with a shocked face.

“After all the hard work and planning that’s gone into this? I shall not wait!” you yelled dramatically, the both of you laughing at your antics. While he pulled out his phone to scroll through Twitter and alert his fans that there would be no stream today, you stood up to check on the other two. It took them a good few minutes to realise you were watching them, positioned against the counter with a fond smile on your face. It was moments like these that really made you consider how damn lucky you were to call these three yours; sure they were dumb idiots, but they were your dumb idiots, and there was nothing that could change that.

They had just about managed to microwave the popcorn kernels without exploding the whole apartment or something stupid, and were beginning to pour all the snacks into bowls. You helped by taking the full bowls and placing them on the table between the sofa and the TV, sneaking a few bites here and there. Once you were all ready and cuddled up, you on Nick’s left, Karl on your other side and Alex beside Karl, the first movie was finally starting up.

You’d gone easy with this one, choosing Tangled, a very well-known classic. If you knew them, you sang along to the songs no matter how in tune you were or not, and if you didn’t then you simply sat back and enjoyed them. The movie ended and you realised you’d have to stand up again to start up the next one in the pile, when Karl offered to do it for you. Before you could even do so much as protest, he stood up and walked over to the DVD player, looking back at you with a horrified face as he saw what was next: The Silence of the Lambs.

“I hate you so much, Y/n.” He said with a loving smile, knowing you well enough now to see right through you. “If you wanted cuddles, you could’ve just asked!” You chuckled as he put the second movie on, returning to your side and resting his head on your chest. The four of you happily munched on the snacks that were almost gone by now, holding each other close if you got scared.

That movie finished, and then the next, and then the next. By this point you were shoved against Alex, Karl lying over the two of you and Nick. It was about half past eleven and you were all clearly tired, so you decided to call it a day and head to bed. You did your usual nightly routine, whatever it consists of, and collapsed into bed, shortly joined by Karl, then Nick, and finally Alex. As usual, you were sandwiched in between Nick and Karl, and you held onto the former tightly.

“Thank you so much for tonight, guys, I really missed you.” you admitted halfway through a yawn, seconds away from passing out.

“I missed you guys too, I really did.” Karl agreed, and so did the other two. You drifted off in a happy silence, glad to have spent the evening with the three men you loved so dearly.

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fandom-sheep · 3 years

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Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

#eret #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp eret #why must this being stream so late #goose the cat #erets cat #delayed liveblogging

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Would love to hear about your beefs with Lucas because I have beefs with Lucas

(Sorry it took me three thousand years to answer this, anon.)

They mainly fall under a few headings, with the third being the most serious and the thing that I am genuinely irl furious about at least biannually (and feeling unable to adequately sum up The Problem with it after yelling about it so often is a huge part of why this post has been in my drafts for such a long time):

1. His self-mythologising and the subsequent uncritical repetition of his bullshit in the fandom. Obvious lies like that he had some master plan for 10 films when it’s clear he did not have anything like a plot outline at any point. We all know the thing was written at the seat of various people’s pants, it’s blatantly self-evident that’s the case. There’s also plenty of public record about how the OT was written. Even dumber, more obvious lies, like that Anakin was ‘always the protagonist’ and the entire 6 films were his story from the beginning. This is preposterous and every time someone brings it up (usually with palpable smugness) as fanboys ‘not understanding star wars’ because they don't get that ‘the OT is not Luke's story’... Yeah, I just... I cannot.

Vader wasn’t Anakin Skywalker until ESB, it’s a retcon. It’s a brilliant retcon and it works perfectly, it elevated SW into something timeless and special it otherwise would not have been, but you can tell it wasn’t the original plan and there’s proof it wasn’t the original plan. Let’s not pretend. And Luke is the protagonist. No amount of waffling about such esoteric flights of theory as ‘ring structure’ is going to get away from the rigidly orthodox narrative and the indisputable fact that it is Luke’s hero’s journey. Vader’s redemption isn’t about his character development (he has almost none) and has no basis in any kind of convincing psychological reality for his character, but it doesn’t need to be because it’s part of Luke’s arc, because Vader is entirely a foil in Luke’s story. It’s a coming-of-age myth about confronting and growing beyond the father.

All attempts to de-centre Luke in RotJ just break the OT’s narrative logic. It’s a character-driven story and the character driving is Luke. Trying to read it as Anakin’s victory, the moral culmination of his choices rather than Luke’s and putting all the agency into Anakin’s hands just destroys the trilogy’s coherence and ignores most of its content in favour of appropriating a handful of scenes into an arc existing only in the prequels. The dilemma of RotJ is how Luke will define ethical adulthood after learning and growing through two previous films worth of challenge, education, failure, and triumph; it’s his choice to love his father and throw down his sword which answers the question the entire story has been asking. Vader’s redemption and the restoration of the galaxy are the consequences of that choice which tell us what kind of world we’re in, but the major dramatic conflict was resolved by Luke’s decision not the response to it.

And, just all over, the idea of Lucas as an infallible auteur is inaccurate and annoying to me. Obviously he’s a tremendous creative force and we wouldn’t have sw without him, but he didn’t create it alone or out of whole cloth. The OT was a very collaborative effort and that’s why it’s what it is and the prequels are what they are. Speaking of which.

2. The hubris of the prequels in general and all the damage their many terrible, protected-from-editors choices do to the symbolic fabric of the sw universe. Midicholrians, Yoda fighting with a lightsabre, Obi-wan as Anakin's surrogate father instead of his peer, incoherent and unmotivated character arcs, the laundry list of serious and meaningful continuity errors, the bad storytelling, the bad direction, the bad characterisation, the shallowness of the parallels which undermine the OT’s imagery, the very clumsy and contradictory way the A/P romance was handled, the weird attitude to romance in general, it goeth on. I don’t want to re-litigate the entire PT here and I’m not going to, but they are both bad as films and bad as prequels. The main idea of them, to add Anakin’s pov and create an actual arc for him as well as to flesh out the themes of compassion and redemption, was totally appropriate. The concept works as a narrative unit, there are lots of powerful thematic elements they introduce, they have a lot of cool building blocks, it’s only in execution and detail that they do a bunch of irreparable harm.

But the constant refrain that only ageing fanboys don’t like them and they only don’t like them because of their themes or because they humanise Anakin... can we not. The shoddy film making in the prequels is an objective fact. If you want to overlook the bad parts for the good or prioritise ideas over technique, that’s fine, but don’t sit here and tell me they’re masterworks of cinema there can be no valid reason to criticise. I was the exact right age for them when I saw them, I am fully on board with the fairy tale nature of sw, I am fully on board with humanising Anakin- the prequels just have a lot of very big problems with a) their scripts and b) their direction, especially of dialogue scenes. If Lucas had acknowledged his limitations like he did back in the day instead of believing his own press, he could have again had the help he obviously needed instead of embarrassing himself.

3. Killing and suppressing the original original trilogy. I consider the fact that the actual original films are not currently available in any form, have never been available in an archival format, and have not been presented in acceptable quality since the VHS release a very troubling case study in the problems of corporate-owned art. LF seizing prints of the films whenever they are shown, destroying the in-camera negatives to make the special editions with no plans to restore them, and doing all in the company’s considerable power to suppress the original versions is something I consider an act of cultural vandalism. The OT defined a whole generation of Hollywood. It had a global impact on popular entertainment. ANH is considered so historically significant it was one of the first films added to the US Library of Congress (Lucas refused to provide even them with a print of the theatrical release, so they made their own viewable scan from the 70s copyright submission).

The fact that the films which made that impact cannot be legally accessed by the public is offensive to me. The fact that Lucas has seen fit to dub over or composite out entire performances (deleting certain actors from the films), to dramatically alter the composition of shots chosen by the original directors, to radically change the entire stylistic tone by completely reinventing the films’ colour timing in attempt to make them match the plasticy palate of the prequels, to shoot new scenes for movies he DID NOT DIRECT, add entire sequences or re-edit existing sequences to the point of being unrecognisable etc. etc. is NOT OKAY WITH ME when he insists that his versions be the ONLY ones available.

I’m okay with the Special Editions existing, though I think they’re mostly... not good... but I’m not okay with them replacing the original films. And all people can say is ‘well, they’re his movies’.

Lucas may have clear legal ownership in the capitalistic sense, but in no way does he have clear artistic ownership. Forget the fans, I’m not one of those people who argue the fans are owed something: A film is always a collaborative exercise and almost never can it be said that the end product is the ultimate responsibility and possession of one person. Even the auteur directors aren't the sole creative vision, even a triple threat like Orson Welles still had cinematographers and production designers, etc. Hundreds of artists work on films. Neither a writer nor a director (nor one person who is both) is The Artist behind a film the way a novelist is The Artist behind a novel. And Lucas did NOT write the screenplays for or direct ESB or RotJ. So in what sense does he have a moral right to alter those films from what the people primarily involved in making them deemed the final product? In what sense would he have the right to make a years-later revision the ONLY version even if he WERE the director?

Then you get into the issue of the immeasurable cultural impact those films had in their original form and the imperative to preserve something that is defining to the history of film and the state of the zeitgeist. I don't think there is any ‘fan entitlement’ involved in saying the originals belonged to the world after being part of its consciousness for decades and it is doing violence to the artistic record to try to erase the films which actually occupied that space. It's exactly like trying to replace every copy of It's a Wonderful Life with a colourised version (well, it's worse but still), and that was something Lucas himself railed against. It’s like if Michaelangelo were miraculously resuscitated and he decided to repaint the Sistine Ceiling to add a gunfight and change his style to something contemporary.

I get genuinely very upset at the cold reality that generations of people are watching sw for the first time and it’s the fucking SE-except-worse they’re seeing. And as fewer people keep physical media and the US corporate oligarchy continues to perform censorship and rewrite history on its streaming services unchecked by any kind of public welfare concerns, you’ll see more and more ‘real Mandela effect’ type shit where the cultural record has suddenly ‘always’ been in line with whatever they want it to be just now. And US media continues to infect us all with its insidious ubiquity. I think misrepresenting and censoring the past is an objectively bad thing and we can’t learn from things we pretend never happened, but apparently not many people are worried about handing the keys to our collective experience to Disney and Amazon.

4. The ‘Jedi don’t marry’ thing and how he wanted this to continue with Luke post-RotJ, so it’s obviously not meant to be part of what was wrong with the order in the prequels. I find this... incoherent on a storytelling level. The moral of the anidala story then indeed becomes just plain ‘romantic love is bad and will make you crazy’, rather than the charitable reading of the prequels which I ascribe to, which is that the problem isn’t Anakin’s love for Padmé, it’s that he ceased to love her and began to covet her. And I can’t help but feel this attitude is maybe an expression of GL’s issues with women following his divorce. I don’t remember if there’s evidence to contradict that take, since it’s been some time since I read about this but yeah. ANH absolutely does sow seeds for possible Luke/Leia development and GL was still married while working on that film. Subsequently he was dead set against Luke ever having a relationship and decided Jedi could not marry. Coincidence?

There’s a lot of blinking red ‘issues with women’ warning signs all over Lucas’s work, but the prequels are really... egregious.

#sw #salt #more unhinged rambling #anyway dowload the despecialised editions #unsubscribe from Disney+#be free #usually we'd be having a big family thing for Boxing Day but you know #so God bless us all at home separately #I hope everyone had as happy a Christmas as possible in keeping with the situation #I should see if I can drag my brother outside to build a snowman

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the-great-imagines-of-1812 · 4 years

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Through The Years pt. 5 (Bucky Barnes x fem!Stark! Reader)

A/N: feedback is appreciated, as always!

the tags: @the-romanian-is-bae @a-girl-who-loves-disney

the warnings: torture (nothing too intense, but still.), explosions, wounds, captivity, angst, fluff at the end.

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NOVEMBER 3RD, 1943.

KRAUSBERG, AUSTRIA. A HYDRA BASE.

4:00 HOURS.

“Vake up! Vake up!” Was the first thing you heard when you woke up, laying strapped down on a cold metal table, in a dark room, with a light shoved right in your face. A thick German accent.

Oh no.

You tried to open your eyes to the best of your ability, albeit they still hurt and your whole body stung with pain beyond imaginable. “Hurry up!”

A harsh slap to your face.

If this didn’t make you open your eyes, you feared what was next. As you opened them, the light which was once harsh on your face now illuminated a good part of the room. Despite the pain in your neck, you were able to turn your head and see-

Bucky.

No. You wouldn’t let them hurt him. “Bucky, baby please- are you okay?” you were able to say through tears, feeling a sob on it’s way. He doesn’t seem to hear you at first. It’s as if he’s blanked out on reality, in another world. He then proceeds to snap out of it, turning his head to you. He too is strapped to the table.

He lets out a cough before letting out a relieved breath. “Doll, hey.” he seems to lose his breath for a second. “I won’t let them hurt you, darlin’. I promise.”

“I should be saying that Barne-”

“SILENCE! Project Survival has begun.” the man said. Turning your head as much as the pain allowed you to, you were able to catch a glimpse of him. He was an average height, with some hair on his head and round glasses.

Arnim Zola. The one and only right hand man to Johann Schmidt. You had heard about him before, while in several briefings with Erksine. That was now in the past. He was no longer a name and a photograph. He was a reality.

Laying your head back once again, you thought of Howard. What would he do without you? Would he be able to rest at night knowing this is how you met your end?

No. You couldn’t. As he said, many more birthdays to celebrate.

Shifting uncomfortably under your armor and clothes, your breathing picked up and went short as Zola rolled a table between you and Bucky, full of bottles and syringes, scissors and scalpels.

He fills a syringe up with a blue liquid from a bottle. He then proceeds to shine it in the light. “Who shall go virst, hmm? The lady-” he looks at you. “Or ze gentleman?”

“NO! i won’t let you hurt her. Give it to-” Bucky said, desperately; his eyes darting between you and Zola.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Barnes, I thought you knew better. Ladies first, is that not correct?”

Zola then proceeds to walk over to the end of your table with your head on it, grabbing it by the chin and setting it straight so it won’t move.

“Just a little zomehting, hmm?” a pause. “To enhance that little ability of yours.”

Bucky’s eyes widen. “W-What ability, sweetheart? What’s he talking about?”

There are no more words from any three of you and Zola plunges the needle into your neck in such a harsh manner, making you scream and causing your whole body to thrash. It causes your whole body to go numb and a pounding headache to arise.

The last thing you hear before you black out is Bucky yelling a “NO!” and Zola laughing.

This was going to be a long day.

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NOVEMBER 3RD, 1943.

KRAUSBERG, AUSTRIA. A HYDRA BASE.

12:00 HOURS.

You wake up slowly and easily this time, the sunshine on your face. The room was quiet this time. No Zola, no harsh light in your face. Just a numb body and a migraine.

The straps didn’t hurt anymore, for some reason.

You turned your head to see Bucky, also waking up from his -chemical- induced sleep. “What’d they do to you, Buck?” He turns his head. The tear marks are evident on his face. He sighs.

“More like what didn’t they do? I feel awful.”

This brought tears to your eyes. “My feet hurt so much. I can’t feel much else. It’s pretty numb. Buck. I’m scared.” He stares back at you, tears welling up in his eyes. All he wanted was to keep you safe. If it were up to him, he’d whisk you off to Brooklyn, right now. Maybe you could meet his Ma, Rebecca too. You could be the best of friends.

He would take you dancing, after you’d both reveal the relationship to Howard. He’d be mad at first, but then able to see eye to eye with you. he would dress in his tailored navy blue suit, only one he had. Oh, and you’d be wearing that stunning sky blue dress you told him about once, with a red lip and victory curls. Absolutely beautiful.

He thought about it more. He’d pick you up exactly at 9′o’clock, your brother greets him at the door. You’re still getting ready, and Howard reluctantly invites him in. You’d eventually come down the stairs, a little bit out of breath, but stunning nonetheless. Howard is happy, but he’d never show it in front of Bucky.

You’d dance cheek to cheek. He brings you home exactly at 10:30, like Howard instructed demanded. He’d kiss just your cheek, knowing Howard is probably watching, probably holding a bat. Made of wood. Or maybe metal. Or maybe both. You’d go up to your room after saying goodnight. You’d put on a nightgown, and just before putting your hair in rollers you’d hear him climbing up the fire escape to give you a proper kiss, just as Howard walks in with the bat in hand, ready to shoo him off.

It would be perfect, albeit a bit chaotic. But there be peace and no pain, and that’s what mattered.

The tears stream down his face. “Darlin’, what was he talking about? What ability? Enhance what?”

Your eyes start to tear up as well. “I’m sorry! I was so scared!” You break and before you know it, you’re crying so much it shakes the table.

“Doll, you don’t have to tell me now-”

“I want to. I should’ve a long time ago. It’s called Telekinesis. I can move objects with my mind, if I focus. But it’s still hard sometimes. I don’t know what he did to me!”

“Hey, sugar. Oh, my love. It’s alright. We’re going to be just fine, I promise ya. Just close those eyes for me. I’ll still be here when you wake up, alright?”

Nodding, you laid your head back and relaxed, as much as you possibly could.

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NOVEMBER 3RD, 1943

THE ALLIED POWERS’ BASE, ITALY.

19:00 HOURS.

The thunder was as loud as gunshots and could probably be heard all the way in Spain. But the rain made the mood all the more bitter as Steve sat drawing in a little sketchbook.

“Hello Steve.”

Steve, hearing Peggy, turns around. She seems sad, tear marks on her face. “Hi. What are you doing here? Is everything okay, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She quickly wipes her face with her hands. “Officially, I’m not here at all.That was quite the performannce.”

Dodging his head back to the ground, “Yeah. I had to improvise a bit. Most of the crowds are a bit - are a bit more.. twelve-.” He looks back up at her. “But you’re dodging the question. Are you ok?”

“Schmidt sent forces out to Azzano. There were two-hundred men went up against him, led by newly appointed Lieutenant General Y/N Stark. Less than fifty returned. Your audience contained what was left of the 107th. The rest where either killed or captured, we don’t know.”

Steve’s heard perks up. “The 107th?”

Both hiding under Peggy’s coat, they ran to General Phillip's tent under the rain. They walk in to a frantic man, talking to the General so fast, he might just run out of words.

“Captain Andrews, I’ll need you to calm down.” he turns to Peggy and Steve “Ah, the Star-Spangled man with a plan. What’re you up to?”

“I need the casualty list from Azzano. I just need one name-”

“You’re not one to give me orders, son.”

Both men are interrupted by Captain Andrews. “Excuse me sir, my name is Tommy Andrews. I-I’m a Captain, I serve in Lieutenant General Stark’s Company.”

Steve looks at him with a range of emotion on his face. “Hello, Captain. What can you tell me?”

Tommy takes a deep breath to calm himself before continuing. “We had just set up camp in Bordeaux, resting up before invading Azzano. It wasn’t time yet. but we were too late, and we were ambushed. The Lieutenant General told me to run away with as many men as I could. Told me to contact General Philips. Both the Lieutenant General and your friend, Sergeant Barnes were captured. I’m sorry.”

Steve shook his head. “There’s no need to be sorry, Captain. You did what was right, following your orders.” he turns to General Phillips.

“Since when is Stark a Lieutenant General? When did he-”

“She. His sister. Not him, Rogers.” General Phillips cut him off.

“But how-. Look. just give me their names. Tell me their alive. B-A-R-N-E-S and S-T-A-R-”

“I’ve signed more condolence letters than I care to count. Her brother is devastated. But Barnes does sound familiar. I’m sorry, son.”

“General, but what about a rescue mission?”

“They are 30 miles behind enemy lines. In some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. Possibly in the world. We’d lose more men than we’d save. You wouldn’t understand, chorus girl.”

“I understand just fine.”

“Then go understand somewhere else. From what I know, you’ve got somewhere to be in 30 minutes.”

“I do.”

Phillips starts to say something, but Steve already took off, Peggy behind him.

While he’s putting on a jacket and helmet, Peggy asks “Are you insane?! What’re are you going to do, walk to Austria? And as the General said, they’re probably dead!”

“These are my friends, Peggy!”

“You don’t think I- Y/N’s been my best friend since secondary school. She’s the older sister I always wished I had! It like losing family, Steve!”

Steve walks out of the tent, loading his stuff in the car. “You told me before I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?”

There’s a silence as the pair stare into each others eyes. “Every word, Steve. But let me help you.”

~~~~~~~

On the plane, Peggy is showing Steve a map, where he’s supposed to be headed. “The HYDRA camp is in Krausberg, between these two mountains.”

“We should be able to drop you off right at their doorstep.” Howard said from the cockpit, in a cold tone.

“Just get me as close as you can. Howard, how are you holding up?”

“Listen here Rogers. You don’t talk about her, don’t think about her. You didn’t know her like I did.”

“Sir, with all due respect, she was my friend-”

“WELL SHE WAS MY SISTER! She was all I had left. Now if you don’t bring back her Company and ease that poor Captain Andrews’s soul, I will make sure the rest of your life is miserable.”

There’s a sad silence throughout the plane. Peggy speaks up. “Stark is the best civilian pilot I’ve ever seen. He’s brave enough to man this airspace. We’re lucky to have him.”

Gunshots are heard, and the trio knows they’ve arrived at the destination. Steve approaches the door, ready to jump out. “When I land, you turn this thing around and go back, understood?”

“You can’t give me orders!”

“Like hell I can, I’m Captain!”

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NOVEMBER 3RD, 1943.

KRAUSBERG, AUSTRIA. A HYDRA BASE.

20:00 HOURS.

“Bucky-Bucky, wake up!” you say, trying to get him to open his eyes. He does, but once again stares off into space. Once he hears you crying, he turns his head. “Hi. Are you okay? How much does it hurt, sweetheart?”

“It’s almost nothing. Something is different, although. I can feel it.” you said, through sobs.

“We’re gonna be alright. You know that, right?”

You take a deep breath and nod. “You think we’re gettin’ out of here?”

“We can only hope.”

You close your eyes and tilt your head back as gunshots are heard outside, and someone running down the corridor.

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In the narrow corridor, Steve hears a groan and cries from the ‘operating’ room the soldiers had told him about. Looking both ways before going in, he enters the room slowly, with caution. As he pears in further, he sees to people strapped to tables. He make his way closer to them, and there laying there-

Bucky, Bucky and you.

He walks over to undo the straps on Bucky’s body. “Hey, Hey Buck, it’s me.”

Bucky is able to focus his eyes on Steve “Hey. Steve”. Laying a hand on his shoulder, Steve whispered “I thought you were dead.”

“And I thought you were smaller. Please, I need to help her, Stevie. She’s hurting.”

Realizing who he’s talking about, he walks over to you, laying conscious on the table and undoing the straps. You come to and turn to see Steve and Bucky.

The crackle on gunshots is heard outside. The three of you flinch.

You are able to support yourself a bit better now. “Steve, hi. How are you doing? You ok?”

“Stark, I should be the one asking you that. Let’s get out of here.”

“Stevie, how do you two know each other? What happened to you?”

“I joined the army, all thanks to her and her Howard Stark.”

“You’ll have to tell me about it later.. Did it hurt? Is it permanent?”

“Only a little Buck. And yes, permanent so far. I hope it is.”

Coming from outside, the three of you hear an explosion, causing the three of you two walk down the hallway as quick as possible. You make it to the bridge above the power plants, and the three of you climb to the top, hoping to find an escape route, and quickly.

But like everything else today, it didn’t go as planned, as a thick German accent cut through the air. “Captain America! How exciting! I am a great fan of your films!” Schmidt said, being followed by Zola.

You whimper in fear, and as Bucky hears this, quickly tucks you into his side, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down. “Y/N Stark! I am a very very big fan of your work! Hydra would be blessed to have someone like you.”

Schmidt turns to Steve again. “So, looks like Dr. Erksine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but impressive. I have to give it to him.”

Steve then proceeds to wack Schmidt across the face with his shield, which results in him knocking Steve back with a swift punch. Now on opposite sides of the bridge, Zola pushed a button that made both sides seperate from one another.

“You see, no matter what lies Erksine told you-”

You cling to Bucky in fear.

“I was his greatest success!” Schmidt then proceeds to take the skin off his face, to reveal a new, bald, red skull. “You pretend to be a simple soldier, Captain. But you refuse to admit that we’ve left humanity behind! Unlike you, I choose to embrace it proudly. Without fear!” Zola and Schmidt then proceed to go into an elevator, that carried them far away from the two of you.

There are more explosions from below, and Steve leads you both to climb another set of stairs. On this bridge, you encounter a narrow beam made of iron. The only thing separating you from the other side. “Okay one at a time.”

Steve looks between the two of you. “Y/N you first, please.” You shake your head. “I’ll be able to make it anyways. I have the serum. It’s in my blood.”

“That’s a story for another time. Bucky, i guess it’s you then.”

“No! I can’t just cross to the other side and leave here here!”

“Bucky, please just do it! I’ll be fine.” He proceeds to give you a quick peck on the lips and Steve helps him mount the beam. The beam creaks and falls down as he walks, but luckily he jumps just in time.

“Go on Buck! Get out of here!” you yell.

“No! Not without you guys!”

You back up to the side as Steve makes a brave jump across the bridge. That only leaves you on the platform. “C’mon! You can do it! I Know you can!”

Taking a deep breath, you unbutton your uniform coat, revealing the chest plate of your armor. Whipping out a sword, you throw it to the other side and jump.

The sword catches you in mid air, as one hand stuck to the railing. Steve and Bucky help you up.

“Let’s get out of here, boys.”

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NOVEMBER 4TH, 1943

THE ALLIED POWERS’ BASE, ITALY.

9:00 HOURS.

“I took a chance on you, Agent Carter. Now not only is America’s golden boy dead, but my Lieutenant General too. All because you had a crush.” General Phillips said.

“It wasn’t that, General. I believed in him.”

“I hope it’s a comfort to you when they shut this division down, Agent.”

Outside, there were a bunch of soldiers running. Not from, but to. “What in the hell is going on out there?” General Philips seemed to ask himself, as he made his way outside, Peggy following him.

There marching right beside Steve, were you and Bucky. The 107th had gone through hell, and made it back alive. Soldiers started cheering and clapping, approaching the group. There was even one who exclaimed “Look who it is!”

Howard hears all the commotion from his tent and goes outside to see what’s going on. He stands behind Peggy, hoping to catch a glimpse of what caused so much ruckus in the once silent base. It couldn’t be. You were supposed to be dead.

“General Philips, these men need medical attention.” said Steve, as you and Bucky stood at his side. Your turn to Bucky. “Told you we’d make it out, darlin’?”

“Maybe I should trust you more, Buck. Thank you.” You said as he locked his eyes with your own, wrapping his arm around you. “You better. I plan on having you around for a long time, sweetheart.”

“Really, now? I sure hope so, Buck. You’re my person.”

A smirk makes it’s way onto his face. “I’m your person? Well, then. I ain’t planning to let you go forever plus a day. I’m so happy to have you.”

“You better do something about it, wise-guy. I see Colonel Johnson eyeing me from the tactical tent-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he swoops you up, pulling you into a deep kiss as he lifts you off the ground and gives you a small spin.

“Barnes you are someth-”

“Y/N!” you and Bucky immediately pulled away from each other, and you turned to see Howard right in front of you. “Y/N! oh my god!”

You start to fiddle with the buttons on your uniform. “Howard! I’m sorry you had to find out like this-”

“Nonsense! I’m just glad your home. Even if it involved getting with- him” Howard said, making a hand gesture towards Bucky, who was behind you, cowering in fear. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry, Howwie. I hate to make you worry.”

“Well, I also hate that you make me worried, but it isin’t your fault” You pull away from Howard’s hug and Bucky holds out his hand.

“I’d like to formally introduce myself, Mr. Stark. You haven’t let me introduce myself. My names James Buchanan Barnes, sir. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, without you threatening to fight me.”

Howard, hesitantly holding his hand out, “The pleasure is all mine, James. I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. All I want is to see my sister happy. Which, you obviously do so- maybe I won’t chase you with a bat.”

“Howard!”

He lets out a laugh. “I only want the best for you, you know that. Now, I’m pretty sure Phillips wants you to give a debriefing.”

You nod. “See you later, Buck?”

“You know it, darlin’” he walks off.

“He loves you, you know. You can tell from his eyes. You’ll always be able to tell from someone’s eyes, sis.”

“What would you know? I be t you don’t even remember that one girl’s name!” you said, crossing your arms.

“Of course I remember. Maria, from New Haven. moved here to learn how to play piano. You’ve got to meet her sometime.”

“I hope so. Give her the sibling talk?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.” you said, walking away.

“Wait-wait. This conversation isn't over!” he chases after you.

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This was a long one, good god. anyways i spent an entire day on it so please show it some love. <3

- Talya

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #marvel #marvel imagines #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #Steve Rogers #peggy carter x best friend! reader #peggycarter #Howard Stark #howard stark x sister reader

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bbhyeoliskooks · 4 years

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... ��𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔...

➶ TXT’s Reaction to Hearing you Sing

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Genre: 3 1/2 cups of fluff and 1/2 teaspoons of angst

Warnings: None, I think !

Song: Moon River

(Lately, I’ve been so soft for TXT!! I just love them so much. How hard working they are and always put on a smile for us. They always do their best just to make us happy. I really want to hug them and tell them they did well~~)

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͒ ु Yeonjun ͒ ु

In your opinion, babysitting your younger siblings was pretty difficult. With two children running around and a baby crying for her mother, it was hard to concentrate on your studies. Finals were in two weeks, so you decided to study early to get a head start.

During the times when stress would pile upon you, you’d usually bring the kids outside to relinquish their energy. After that, they would sleep early and give you time to study for the subjects you were struggling in. Fortunately, the baby was already sleeping and the younger ones were getting sleepy as each minute passed.

Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun decided to check up on how you’re doing because he knew you would be adamant on taking a break. Apparently, he was just walking pass the neighborhood and wanted to visit you. He worried a lot about you during finals and took care of you when you weren’t able to.

You were rocking the baby crib as well as reading the exam book to pass. It’d been long since you sang, and it was an easy way to let go of stress. You started to softly sing Moon River, a song that held a deep place in your heart.

Yeonjun arrived at your house with a smile, holding the spare key that you gave him for emergencies. Technically it wasn’t an emergency, but it was emergency to him if you weren’t babied during these times. He opened the door gently, making no sounds.

A soft voice made its way to his ears, and his eyes widened. It sounded so gentle and gorgeous. It was like an angel was singing. Was it you that was singing? He never heard you sing before. Usually, you were too scared to sing anywhere so he naturally assumed that you couldn’t sing well. He took his phone out to record you and quietly giggled.

It wasn’t long before you finished the song that you finally looked up at Yeonjun’s gaping mouth. Almost screaming, you let out a sound that sounded like a whining cat. You chuckled, putting the pencil down. “You seriously didn’t record that, did you?” He laughed with you and put his phone in his sweatshirt pocket. “I’m sorry, baby girl! It’s just that I’ve never heard you sing before. You can’t expect me not to when it comes to you. It was amazing!”

He bent down to press a loving kiss against your cheek. “You sounded like a Disney princess. It was so magical and pretty. Sing a duet with me in the future?”

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͒ ु Soobin ͒ ु

You were preparing food for the date you and Soobin were going on today. It was a picnic in the beach, a place where you wanted to experience the waves with him. A smile crept up your face as you imagined the day together. Both of you would frolic in the ocean and feel the warm sun melt your skin.

Spreading jam on one of the bread slices, you sang “Moon River” to ease your excitement. You were almost finished with all of the snacks. You just had to put them in the basket and wait for Soobin to finish packing up.

Speaking of which, Soobin walked into the kitchen, completely allured by your voice. He heard you sing before, but every time he would fall in love with you even more. It sounded so pleasing and sweet to his ears. To be honest, this babie just loved your voice more than bread and ice cream. (rip to soobin x bread 😔)

You looked up at your boyfriend whose eyes were twinkling. You could see why everyone told you that he looked at you like you were his world. You pushed away your embarrassment and softly smiled. Breaking out into giggles at his stare, you fed his widened mouth a piece of pandesal. He chewed it quickly before pulling you into his affectionate arms.

“Will you sing more for me, please? I love your honey voice.” You leaned against his chest, letting out a satisfied hum. “Of course you do. You love anything I do, and I am so grateful for that. I’m so lucky to have you, you know that?”

He kissed the top of your head lightly making you grin more if that was possible. “You can’t be lucky when I have you already. I love you, Y/N- more than you already know!” He leaned forward and tried to close the gap between the both of you. Jokingly pulling away, you let out a squeal and hit his chest. “Why are we so cheesy?! Ahh, Soobin! I love you too.”

You both laughed at your statement before he picked up the packed bag left on the counter. “Shall we go? If we keep being love birds, we’re going to miss a fun day~” Holding his hand and picking up the basket, you instantly agreed. “Of course, Binnie! We need to find a good place.”

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͒ ु Beomgyu ͒ ु

(Uwu this babie 🥺 my bias ahajshshgs)

“I’m going to sleep, jagi!” Beomgyu yelled.

You hummed in response and continued to study for the night. After 15 minutes, he pouted and whined once again. “I said I’m going to sleep, Y/N!” You nodded and smiled at his neediness. “I know! You just told me, Gyu. Are you that forgetful?”

He pouted as you turned back to work on your project. It was already 3am and he was feeling sleepy, but he refused to fall asleep this night to hear your wonderful voice. He couldn’t go to sleep without you in bed and hearing you sing one of his favorites, “Moon River.”

You didn’t know he caught you one night when you accidentally banged your head against the head of your bed. The boy woke up in a heartbeat and before he could let out a noise, you started to sing while combing his messy hair. He almost laughed at the memory, but was still sad that you weren’t going to bed soon. He got an idea and grinned at the thought of it.

“You know jagi, you don’t have to pretend anymore.” You raised an eyebrow at him before putting down the pencil. “What do you mean pretend? I don’t think I’m doing anything like that.” He snickered at you which made you confused. Did he catch you doing anything bad? No...? You don’t recall doing something wrong.

“Y/N, I know you sing me to sleep. You don’t need to hide it anymore! I want to hear you sing~” Your face flushed with embarrassment, but you hid it well with the strands of your hair. Beomgyu shook his head, trying to hold in his laughter. “Why are you so embarrassed? I love your voice. Please, don’t be shy to me.”

His face was red now, and his cheeks blossomed pink. He looked way too adorable for his own good when he panicked. You looked down at the textbooks, so he wouldn’t see your red face either. “But, Gyu... I can only sing when you’re asleep! I don’t think my voice is that good, as you say.”

Beomgyu ran up to you with a pout on his cherry lips before wrapping his comforting arms around you. “It is, jagi. You know I still love you either way. Whenever I go to sleep, you’re always there. It makes me so happy, and the last thought of mine before I drift off is you singing like that to our children one day.”

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͒ ु Taehyun ͒ ु

It was almost 4am in the morning when Taehyun called you. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone when he facetimed you. It irked you that he was calling so late, but he probably just came home. He was usually sleeping in bed right now, if you remembered correctly.

You grinned from ear to ear despite calling him yesterday at 10. He had been gone for a month for the Japan tour where the group would perform their new songs. It was only a week until he came back, and you were much excited for it.

Picking up the call, you were shocked to see Taehyun in the bed hiding his face with his hands. He was sniffling and letting out little hiccups. Your eyes grew wide. Was he crying? He never cried that much in front of you! Your eyes started to water up too, seeing him this way. How much you wanted to be there with him and hug him while he let all the tears out.

“Tae, are you crying?” He shook his head furiously, still hiding his face. “Y-yes, I am. It isn’t important right now though. I just wanted to see what you were up to.” You sighed and frowned at his lie. “Taehyun, please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”

He sighed as well before taking his hands off of his face. His eyes were red and puffy, and there were still tears streaming down his face. You put on a small smile so you could be strong for him. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t desire to. I will sing for you, okay? Perhaps that will calm your nerves.”

He let out a tiny yes before tucking himself into the covers. You cleared your throat and sung one of your favorite songs that always calmed him down. It was one of ‘your’ songs together, one that played when you first met each other in a flower garden.

It was about a few minutes later when you heard a few snores coming from the phone. You chuckled a little at how he snuggled into the blanket. The next day, you would talk to him about it if he wanted to. Now though, he was sleeping and you wished he would have sweet dreams.

Grazing your finger against the hang up button, you blew a kiss even though he would never see it. “Sweet dreams, Tae. I love you.”

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͒ ु Kai ͒ ु

“Y/N! Come here!” Your boyfriend, Kai called from upstairs. You put the chocolate chip cookies in the oven at least 10 minutes ago and waited for them to be ready. You laughed at his voice crack. Everytime you made something in the kitchen, he would distract you with something unimportant.

You dashed up the stairs and saw him there with his sunglasses. Did he seriously call you for that? You were busy baking something! He held his guitar and smirked at your dumbfounded expression. “What? You obviously look shocked. Am I toooo hot for you??”

You rolled your eyes, taking a step towards him. “As if. Let’s not forget when you rapped to “Price Tag” while wearing those! It made me laugh so much.” He pouted and stuck his tongue at you. You held in a few giggles and sat next to him.

“I don’t think you know this, but I can play the guitar too. I started learning it when I was twelve.” His eyes slightly extended as he smugly shrugged. “But are you as good as me, Y/N?” His expression of shock turned into uncertainty in a matter of seconds. You peered into his unreadable eyes.

Kai furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head. “It’s strange, but I’ve never heard you sing. Are you able to sing and play the guitar at the same time?” You strummed the beginning to test the waters before nodding. “I don’t know. I guess you’ll just have to see!”

You initiated the song, remembering the chords. You used your whole heart and soul in your voice, hoping that he would at least enjoy the performance. It seemed like the guitar didn’t do much work because your voice was so alluring that Kai forgot about it. He was so entranced by your voice warming his heart that he didn’t even realize that you were finished.

“Um... Hyuka? Was it good?” He didn’t say anything, only having a blank stare. You blushed in fear that it wasn’t as good as you thought. Maybe your skills weren’t as polished as you thought.

All of a sudden, he teared up and rubbed his eyes. “Y/N!! Why did you hide that from me! That was so angelic. I think I fell in love with you once again!” You let out a sigh of relief and gently layed down the guitar. “Thank gosh. I thought you didn’t like it, geez.”

He threw his arms around you. Thrown off by the sudden affection, you hesitantly hugged him back and buried your face into his neck. “What do you mean I didn’t like it? That was so good.”

“Was it better than yours?” You jokingly asked. He rubbed your tummy and hummed in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You won. That was too good anyway.”

You scrunched your nose up at his statement. “Liar.” He gasped, gently hitting your arm in playfulness. “What the- do you really want to go there? We should cuddle instead while you sing me to sleep. I’m your baby!!” “Sure, Hyuka. Whatever you say.”

A burnt odor made its way to your nose. You gazed at Kai if he smelt it too. He had the same look of puzzlement. Wait. You instantly threw yourself off of him. “The cookies! They’re burnt now!”

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Posted: 6/8/20- 3:54am

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buckyreaderrecs · 4 years

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So Far Away: Chapter 5/?

Summary: Bucky Barnes doing what he does best. Saving. Loving. In this particular case, the object of both is you. (Bonus: Bucky Barnes happy, healing, doing really well!)

First chapter in series. Previous chapter.

Chapter 5: It’s time to find your family.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, F.R.I.D.A.Y., Cecilia Reyes Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen, Stark Tower still exists), she/her pronouns, more tags/characters to be added with future chapters, hero Bucky Barnes, canon typical violence, warzone/disaster zone setting, Alpine the cat, other Marvel characters mentioned but not central to the plot, Warnings: possible triggers for anxiety and PTSD, major triggers for death of loved ones and grief, chapter 5 only possible trigger for food

Note: Please heed the warnings for this chapter; it’s a bit intense. As always, I’d love to know what you think. xo Rhi

So Far Away Chapter 5/?

The first night you'd spent at Stark Tower was forgettable in the sense that you had completely forgotten most of it. Vaguely, there was a bath, and Bucky, then bed. That was pretty much it though. So, it wasn't like the day after needed to do anything particularly special to be considered memorable. And yet, it was.

As Bucky put all the Mexican food trash into the paper Ubereats bag, you flicked through channels on television.

"Have you seen this?" you asked, stopping on Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

"I know, I know! I don't know shit about anything, but in my defence, I've been busy helpin' to save the world since I've been… good," Bucky replied, highly defensive but also still in good humour.

"Um… I just meant, 'cause it's a super underrated Disney movie. And nobody's seen it, like Hercules," you told him, holding back a grin.

"Oh… Sorry. Sam's always yelling at me," he explained, throwing the Ubereats bag in the bin and walking back over the couch from the kitchenette.

"About movies?"

"About everything," he said, rubbing his face. "He's cut up about me missing, like, all of hip-hop."

It made you laugh, which motivated Bucky to continue his bitching about Sam Wilson. "And! He thinks me and Steve should have more 'refined taste' in everything." He used air quotation marks, which Natasha Romanoff had taught him to use, much to the dismay of Steve. ("Captain America.")

"Refined taste?"

"Yeah, basically he loses it when he we like anythin' he thinks is bad. Like…" Bucky cycled through his list of favourite things. "The Fast and the Furious movies."

An image flashed in your mind of Steve and Bucky, completely decked out in their respective gear, marathoning the films, cheering at every car stunt and use of the NOS button. It made you smile, genuinely happy.

Bucky continues, "They ain't my favourite or anythin', but they're fun, ya know? He's probably just upset that whenever we get in car races it's mostly someone trying to kill us,"

"I guess that's… fair, but he's… The Falcon… that's super cool?"

Bucky grinned, but quickly shook his head. "Don't ever tell him you said that, okay? Never tell Sam you think he's cool,"

"Is it like feeding Gremlins after midnight?" you asked.

"I watched that one! And, yeah. It's exactly like that,"

"But it's not like you guys don't get to see cool things… and be cool,"

"I guess… We're used to it?" Bucky thought for a second or two, wriggled into the couch and rested his arm along the back of it. You turned to face him, legs crossed and entirely attentive. "Before the war I loved reading about what new gadgets were comin' out. Used to drag Steve to anything with tech stuff. But then, Hydra. I wasn't really conscious enough to realise I was in the future," he told you, chuckling a little to himself like it was funny. It was so nonchalant that it shocked you a little. He hadn't stuttered saying their name, or shifted to a darker mood. "Whenever I got re-programmed, I was re-trained too. Whatever advancements they made, I learnt. Meant when Shuri fixed my head up, I wasn't that inept. Got it a lot easier than Steve that way,"

"Just movies and T.V. and stuff that you missed then?" you asked, feeling like you needed to keep him talking because you'd never heard anything so goddamn interesting.

"Yeah. Hydra didn't exactly have a Netflix subscription for me," he said. You said nothing. "That was a joke. You can laugh," Bucky told you, softly nudging your knee.

"I don't know how you joke about it," you said honestly.

He shrugged. "You'll joke about all this too, one day," he replied.

No. No, I won't.

Bucky saw the conflict flash across you face.

"It's not like there isn't things that still blow my mind… Wakanda, for one," he continued, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Is it as cool as it looks on T.V.?"

"Cooler. It's gotta be one of my favourite places. And when I met Wanda… She thought I was a bit of a meatball. Never met anyone with powers like hers, you know? She's amazing. And Vision. Still don't really get what he's about,"

"So, you are friends with Wanda Maximoff but you think Vin Diesel is cool?" you asked, affronted.

Bucky laughed. "No. I think the cars are cool. The stunts! Vin Diesel seems like a jerk."

Another image flashed. Someone in the world, Vin Diesel, knowing that The Winter Soldier thought he was a bit of jerk.

Bucky watched you laugh.

"Come on, then. What's this one about?" he asked, turning back to the television.

"Atlantis-"

"Underwater city? I'm in."

That's about where you realised that Bucky Barnes was a massive nerd.

It took Bucky ten minutes to tell you that you needed to keep warm, putting the knitted blanket over you. It took twenty to have him scoot closer to you, his arm still on the back of the couch, behind your head. About half an hour in, Bucky said, "Yeah, this is better than Snow White. I love this little mole guy."

Bucky was watching, listening for any signs that the lack of conversation had given you time to think, to spiral. But, it hadn't. Atlantis was a comfort movie for you, a distraction. He could see you smile and frown along with the characters.

"It was pretty obvious that this was gonna happen," Bucky said at the high point of the plot twist. He was aiming for a reaction. You looked at him fast and dramatic. "I'm good at picking the bad guys. Kinda my job."

At the rolling of the credits, Bucky asked, "Ice cream?"

As he put a collection of Ben and Jerry's on the counter top, Bucky caught himself in a sudden realisation. He was keeping you busy. Eventually, you'd notice, or the day would carry on and bedtime would come; the quietness between 'goodnight' and sleep would crush you, pushing from you anxiety and grief. But first, Bucky thought, ice cream.

"Half Baked," you said. Bucky handed you the pint and a spoon.

You watched him open the Strawberry Cheesecake, Cherry Garcia, and Urban Bourbon. "Variety is the spice of life," he said grinning, his voice a strange mocking tone, like he was parroting someone you'd never met.

"I genuinely don't know where all that food goes,"

"In here," he answered, lifting his shirt and patting his tummy.

"Yeah, but like, do you have one of those trash compactor things that mooshes it all down super small?"

Bucky laughed. "Maybe. Who knows what's going on inside 'ere."

You were sitting on a bar stool, leaning against the kitchenette's counter. Bucky put the spoons in the dishwasher and the uneaten ice cream away. He liked things in their place, you noted.

"So," he said, too casually. It felt, correctly, like a lead up. "How are you feeling?"

"Full," you answered, honest, but also not really.

Bucky looked at you, nodded. "What else?"

You dropped your gaze, breaking eye contact. A nervousness grew in you, the gatekeeper to all the bad. It was telling you to flee - answering the question wouldn't be nice. You could tell that Bucky wouldn't change the subject though. He could wait in that silence all day for you to speak.

"I…" you began. "I don't know. There's just… a lot,"

"Yeah. That makes sense. There is a lot… Probably good to start telling me about it." When you said nothing to that, he added, "Or someone else. We can-"

"I feel guilty," you blurted out, partly to stop him suggesting you talk to anyone else, partly because the gate was opening and the guilt as behind it in abundance. Bucky nodded like he already knew what you were going to say, and what you meant. "I… I'm here. Where I'm more than safe," you said, looking around at the suite. "But I haven't done anything to deserve it-" Bucky went to say something but stopped himself. "I'm not the most hurt, or the most useful person to save or anything like that. And then, I haven’t even looked-" That was it. The tears began to stream down your face, heavy and hot. You could feel them pooling in your shirt somewhere. The sentence you started was lost, completely drowned out by sobs.

Bucky remained composed. He fetched tissues from the bathroom, took it upon himself to clear your face, ready for the next wave. It arrived immediately. "Come 'ere," he said, pulling you into him. There would be wetness and snot all over his hoodie when you would eventually move, but you didn’t think of that in the moment and Bucky really didn’t care. He stood between your legs, rocking you gently on the stool for a minute before you spoke again.

"I haven't even looked for anybody," you said, so softly and so painfully that even priests in confessional booths would have hung their heads.

"How could you?" Bucky asked.

During the time before his head was really put back together, that is what everyone did with him. They challenged Bucky's questions, forced logic on him, rending much of the harmful conclusions he'd drawn about himself incorrect. It was a good strategy and he'd learned it well.

You half shrugged and kept crying. A cycle had begun in your mind. You were crying because you felt guilty, but that made you feel selfish and stupid. You thought you should be crying for other people. All of that, of course, made you feel more guilty, starting the cycle all over again. But maybe that cycle was easier to loop on than any real feelings of grief and loss.

"When were ya meant to have time to find people? Couldn't do it in the refuge centre. Too much goin’ on. And your hand was smashed, probably killin' you. And like Doc said - in shock," he said, paused, waited for a response.

Bucky's hands were moving up and down your back with enough pressure to calm you sobs into softer hiccups and sniffles.

"Yeah?" Bucky prompted. You nodded and shrugged simultaneously. "Okay, so, couldn't have done it on the way here or last night. You were exhausted. Could hardly keep yourself upright. Ain't much use to anybody like that."

You covered your nose with a tissue and sat up. Even if he didn't care, you didn't want him to see you with a face covered in snot. Bucky had the tact to look away while he continued. You listened as you wiped your face clean.

"This morning, whisked ya away to Medical. Then force fed you some food. And now, we're here. So, if you're asking me, darlin', not too sure when you think you were meant to do all this people finding, you know?"

Bucky could see it in your face that you knew he was right. When you nodded, saying, "I guess," he felt completely victorious.

You drank the glass of water Bucky poured for you, then took a breath in, two, three, out, two, three.

"Okay," you said, voice almost normal.

"Okay," he repeated in solidarity.

"Can we find them now?"

…

The room was definitely not for civilians, but nobody stopped Bucky from walking in with you. It was a buzzing hub of activity and urgency. Voices spoke fast, people moved faster.

"It's kind of like a command centre," Bucky tried to explain. "Whenever there's a threat, we have a response team that do… I guess what would happen if there was an earthquake or somethin'. Search and rescue. Coordinating relief."

You nodded and stayed close to Bucky's side, not wanting to get in anyone's way.

"Sergeant Barnes," a very tired woman greeted.

"Hey. I'm really sorry to-"

"No time for that. What can we do for you?" she cut him off.

"Finding people that were in the attack zone," he replied.

"Everything we know, F.R.I.D.A.Y. knows. Integrated systems. Find a computer, preferably not in here, and ask her. Anything else?"

"No. Thank-" but she was gone.

Bucky hooked an arm around your waist and walked you back to the elevator.

"She was amazing," you said.

Bucky grinned. "Never met her before, but yeah, lot of people like that around here."

On a floor of the tower that was much calmer, Bucky and you sat in what you supposed was some sort of crazy high-tech boardroom.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"James,"

"Oh, it's James now?"

"Yes. How can I be of assistance?"

The first step was making a list of everyone you knew who lived or worked in the part of D.C. that was affected. You named them, confirmed through social media accounts and DMV records.

"Do you guys have access to, like, everything?" you asked Bucky.

"Probably shouldn't answer that," Bucky replied, winking.

Step two was all F.R.I.D.A.Y. "I work fast, but I'd like to check my work, Y/N," she told you.

"If you can, can you check with-" Bucky went to ask.

"First responder reports?" F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked.

"Must be the day for being cut off by women smarter than me, huh?"

"I could be mistaken, James, but isn't that every day?"

Bucky laughed, looked at you for back up, but saw you staring at screen in front of you. The list of names.

Once you'd actually made it, you realised there were likely less people to find than you first though. Your housemate, Lucas, was a bike courier. He may have been out of the zone, 50/50 chance. Elizabeth, your best friend, lived on the next block over. She was home when the attack happened. You were watching her Instagram live; she was feeding her pet snake, Salem. Then, the girls at the hole in the wall café you worked at, Glory. You didn't know who was shift, so you listed all five.

There were more, but felt like naming everyone you knew would be greedy somehow. Bucky said, when you were ready, you could look through the list of the deceased. Even hearing the phrase made you feel sick though.

"Do you want to wait here?" Bucky asked.

You turned to him, ran your hands through your hair. "I don't know… I can't…" but whatever you couldn’t, you couldn’t even articulate.

Bucky nodded. "How about we get some fresh air? When we get back, F.R.I.D.A.Y. will have something for us?"

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Out on the street, everything was loud. The whole back-in-reality thing really took you off guard. Seeing the city from the top of the Tower was different to this.

"I got ya," Bucky said, coming to walk right by your side. You looked over at him, and he offered his hand. You immediately accepted.

As you walked by multiple cafés, you wondered if Bucky had a favourite, or maybe there was a secret superhero club behind a hidden door in an inconspicuous bodega or Chinese restaurant. Alas, earwax - no such luck. Bucky held the door of a standard looking café open.

The guy behind the coffee machine nodded. "Buck,"

"Hey, Gee,"

"Seen ya's all on the news. Everyone okay?" Gee the barista asked, the genuine concern evident in his tone and expression.

"Ah, yeah. You know - nothing they can't handle," Bucky replied; you suspected it was the party line.

"Good, good. What can we get for ya then?"

"Don't worry about it, bud. I'll jump in line."

Gee shook his head and smiled as Bucky took his place in the queue to order. "You wanna grab a table? Or wait with me?" he asked you.

"Stay," you replied, stepping closer to him.

While you held your body in a way that shielded your broken bones from people's paths, it was easy being close to Bucky. He was probably very accustomed to being around the injured, so never accidentally hit the cast. You were grateful.

Bucky reached out and curled hair behind your ears, then leaned in to kiss the top of your nose. It was intimate, and brought solace. It was also very public; as he moved away, started greeting the girl at the counter, you realised there were more than a few pairs of eyes on you. Turning from the room, you stood closer to Bucky and listened to their conversation.

"You know I can't tell you that," Bucky said, leaning against the counter like he owned it.

"But, like, it's over, right? We won?"

"Tiff, would I be standing here if there was something else I could be doing?"

Tiff nodded, made a face like she'd been let in on a state secret. "Hmmm," she pondered for a second. Then, with pep, "So, the usual then? For one of Earth's mightiest heroes?"

Bucky rolled his eyes at her. "I hate you," he joked before looking at you. "What will it be?"

You hadn't really thought as far as ordering. Already feeling self-conscious and spaced out, the burning in your cheeks was getting hotter.

"Thinking maybe a pot of tea to share?" Bucky suggested, casual, but also sending you a quick wink - he was saving you again.

"Tea's great," you said.

After ordering, Bucky chose a couple of oversized armchairs by the window to sit in. He let you breathe, let you stare through the glass and people watch for a long time. He answered messages on his phone, checked in with Steve while you daydreamed. So deep in thought, or maybe just completely zoned out, you didn't even notice Bucky had made a call, or that the pot of tea had been placed on the small table between you.

Bucky said your name, but you failed to move. He reached out, tapped a knuckle against your knee. You gasped, felt your heart skip a beat.

"Sorry!" he said immediately. "Didn’t mean to scare you…"

"No, it's alright. I'm just… um,"

"You're alright, darlin'. How do you take your tea?"

It was a simple enough question, but you looked down at the table like it was all alien.

"Maybe you can make your own," Bucky said, pushing the tea tray closer to you. "Give you something to focus on. Bring you back down to earth."

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Although you were hardly touching your tea or the cookies the staff brought over as a gift, Bucky let you sit for much longer than what anyone normally would. It was starting to get dark, the café closing around you, when you finally seemed to become aware of the rest of the world again.

"Oh. Should we go?"

"Sure," Bucky replied, standing and holding his hand out again.

After thanking everyone, you were out in the city, walking back to the Tower.

The silence that existed between you and Bucky was a comfortable one, but the closer you got to your destination, the more nervous you felt. Something in your mind snapped, told you to try to be normal. So, you started to talk. Fast. And a lot.

"Do you all go there? Like, the Avengers? It was nice. They really like you. The cookies were good-"

Bucky cut in, stopping you more than actually wanting to answer. "It's easier to go to the same places. The novelty of us eventually wears off," he told you.

"Yeah, people don't really stop staring, do they? Must get tiring, having everyone watch you all the time. And treat you different." You internally begged yourself to shut the fuck up.

"Guess I don't really know what 'normal' would be… Don't like people giving me free stuff all the time though. Don't need it. Not really a skip-the-line type of guy," he said.

You wondered how much charity he needed after Steve brought him back into the fold. Instead of asking about that, you thankfully went with, "Must be nice sometimes though?"

Bucky thought for a second. It was one of the changes in personality he experienced after Hydra. Bucky in the 30s and early 40s was a little bit of an attention seeker, a true lover of the limelight. Not so much anymore. He thought of you then - how you'd considered him to be a hero, and how you had needed him. How you still needed him.

"Maybe there's a couple perks."

You nodded, went quiet again. Bucky noticed that you switched between that frantic, almost manic state and scary quiet a fair bit. He rolled with it, a little notorious for the odd mood swing himself.

It was in the elevator of Stark Tower that you started to get jittery. The palms of your hands started to sweat, but Bucky didn't let go. He also tried to not seem like all of his attention was fixated on you, but it was. When he took you back to his suite, rather than the crazy high-tech boardroom, he thought about explaining why, but figured it wasn't one of the main things on your mind.

Sitting on the couch in the same place you'd eaten burritos for brunch, you pulled the knitted blanket back over yourself.

"Ready?" Bucky asked, sitting down next to you and putting a glass of water and box of tissues on the coffee table. You nodded. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., how'd you go?"

You felt sick, real deep down in your stomach. It was a pushing force, making you hot and uncomfortable. Suddenly, the blanket was too heavy and you pushed it away with a weird anger.

Bucky wanted to hold you, but he knew the sensation of feeling trapped by grief. He gave you space and braced himself for what was about to hit you.

"I'm not sure what the best order to deliver this is," F.R.I.D.A.Y. admitted. She knew the limits of her programmed humanity, and it was probably the most impressive thing about her.

"Good news first," Bucky said.

"I've located Lucas and Elizabeth. Lucas is currently residing in an apartment just outside the affected zone. It belongs to a Jacob Short,"

"That's his boyfriend's dad," you said, nodding to yourself. Lucas was safe.

"Elizabeth is currently admitted to Howard University Hospital. She has a broken clavicle and humerus, and damage to the glenohumeral joint - all to her right side. She is in stable condition."

You breathed out hard, then took a tissue to your face. You'd not even noticed that you'd started to cry.

"Glory was destroyed," F.R.I.D.A.Y. continued.

That's when you looked up from the patch of floor you'd been staring at. On the screen of the television, F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been showing you relevant things - the Facebook status geotagging Lucas at his boyfriend's family home, the rental agreement that showed who lived at that address, Elizabeth's medical records, even security footage of her in the hospital.

You shouldn't have looked up.

For a moment, Bucky didn't understand why your breathing had all but stopped. Average people don't get a slideshow to accompany their bad news. He looked at the screen. A photo, then another, showed the entire building Glory was a part of reduced to rubble.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., maybe we don't need the show with the tell," Bucky said.

"No!" you yelled. "I need to see."

If there was information, visual or verbal, you needed it.

"I logged into WorkForce using your credentials to view the roster. Two people were working at the time of the attacks: Carly Underwood and Ellie Gilbert," F.R.I.D.A.Y. told you. Before she said it, you knew it. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Both have been put on the list of deceased. Carly has been identified officially. Ellie is pending, but using our facial recognition and matching, I can confirm it's her."

You stood up, ripping the hoodie you were wearing off. If it was too hot before, now you felt like you were made of lava.

Bucky watched you start to pace. Your expression was alarmingly flat.

"The rest of your co-workers are safe. Only a Tara Constantine was in the affected area. She was on a bus moved to safety by Peter Parker."

There was footage taken from somebody's phone of Spiderman saving bus and carloads of people.

"I used your social media accounts to create an index of known people. As far as I can tell, you do not directly know anyone else on the list of deceased."

The phrase was still making you feel sick.

Bucky mistook that as F.R.I.D.A.Y. being finished. He thanked her, asked her to keep him updated if anything changed.

"Sorry, Sergeant. There's more."

Both you and Bucky went still. What else could there be?

"Your parents, Y/N,"

"They live on the other side of the city. Probably worried about me, right?" You turned to the screen, expected to see a worried Facebook posted asking if anyone had seen you. How could telling them you were safe not be your first thought? Stupid. Selfish.

On the screen was a grainy traffic cam photo of your parents driving. It was time and date stamped.

"They're fine," you said.

"Y/N, I'm sorry… Your parents aren't on the list of deceased-"

"Yeah, because they're fine!"

Suddenly, you remembered you did call them. You were still in the refuge centre, and it took you an hour to find someone with a phone willing to share. First, you called your dad, but it went straight to voicemail. Your mum didn't pick up. Only a month before, they'd had the landline switched off. How did you forget calling?

"But using street surveillance, I tracked their car into the affected zone. They got caught in the attack-"

"No. No. They hate that part of town. I didn't even move in that long ago and they already hate it. There's no reason for them to be there," you said, angry. No reason… except you.

"I checked through unidentified photographs-" she tried to continue, her voice noticeably more robotic than Bucky had ever heard it. He was grateful to have her then.

"The what?" you asked, confused and flustered and still feeling so fucking sick.

Bucky sighed, figured he should explain that one. "It's the same as natural disasters… When they find bodies, move them to try to identify them, they make a catalogue of photos to help. F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s saying she checked through them,"

"So? They're fine,"

"Our facial recognition and matching have a 100% accuracy record, but… I could be wrong," F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

Bucky knew she wasn't, and was discomforted by her attempt at gentleness.

"Wrong about what?" you spat, already knowing.

"I believe your parents have passed away,"

"Show me," you said.

"Y/N, I-" from Bucky.

"Show me!" you yelled, moving to the screen, standing so close you swore you could feel the electricity buzzing from it.

The photographs from traffic cams were still up, static. You stared them down, waiting.

Bucky walked to you, stood behind you, held his breath.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. didn't speak again. She showed you all the photos of your parents she had found to base her conclusion on. The reach of her skills became apparent and terrifying. There was no way she and everything she could do, was legal. As photos from private accounts, devices, and websites flashed up, along with dozens from the DMV and work place IDs, you felt all the heat you'd brewed up drain from you.

Your body began to meltdown - you needed to pee, your mouth went dry, and earaches formed out of nowhere. It felt like you were being stabbed in the lower back. None of it made sense.

The screen went still again.

"Show me," you said once more.

Two overexposed photographs appeared on screen. Both were framed similarly - head shots of undeniably dead people. Also undeniable was the fact that they were the corpses of your parents.

"Turn it off," Bucky said.

The screen went black but you didn't look away. As long as you stayed there staring, the image wouldn't fade. You could see them in your mind. You could see the indent in your father's head, skull visible. You could see the blood on your mother’s face. Tape held their eyelids closed.

"Y/N," Bucky whispered, standing close. He waited for a response. Time was ticking by excruciatingly slowly. "Y/N, I'm gonna help you to bed," he said, but you flinched, so he stopped moving towards you. "Okay… That's okay. You can stay-" but before he could end the sentence with 'here,' you screamed out a guttural cry that mutated into sobbing.

Very quickly for Bucky then, time sped up again. It was moving too fast though. Your legs gave up, and he caught you only just before hitting the floor. You crawled out of his arms, along the floor, dry heaving between sobs and yelped of pain as you ignored the fact one hand was crushed. In the couple of seconds it took him to work out if you were going to throw up, you did. You puked all the Mexican and tea you'd had, then continued to crawl, making it close enough to a wall that you could lay on your side and lean against it.

Bucky knelt in front of you, tried to pull your hair into the tie that was usually around his wrist. Once successful, he went to retrieve a cold, wet wash cloth. He wiped your face but gave up when the sobbing seemed to get louder. He could make out words sometimes. For the most part, there was nothing coherent in your mind to articulate. You curled up into a ball, switching between deep sobs and outright screams.

Eventually, it all subsided into an even crying but you stayed in a tight ball. Bucky sat beside you, pressed close enough that he could feel each movement you made. After hours, once you'd gone quiet, Bucky whispered, "I'm gonna look after you, Y/N. Promise."

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justkindaoverhereobsessing · 4 years

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Hella Kids & Herding Cats (Tivali)

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Got the bumper sticker from Useless, Unsuccessful, and/or Unpopular Signage on Facebook and collab’d the story with @indestinatus!

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It’s an undeniable truth that herding cats would be easier than getting three young children out the door.

The David-DiNozzos are going to Disneyland Paris for the day—or at least they will be if they can wrangle all the kids into the car, that is. It’s Tali’s birthday this weekend and an early celebration is in order.

Tali, nearly ten years old, leads the way out of the flat singing “happy birthday” to herself loudly in a mix of several languages. Do the neighbors hate the David-DiNozzos? Probably, but Tony and Ziva are too busy ushering their other two children out to pay any attention to what their oldest is doing. Ziva keeps a tight grip on the chubby hand of their three-year-old son and Tony has his hands full with their two-year-old daughter.

When the entourage finally reaches the car, Ziva stops dead, staring in disbelief. “What is that?” she demands.

“What is what?” Tony asks, struggling to get his keys out of his pocket without dropping the toddler on his hip.

“The butt sticker.”

“The what!?” Tony gives up on the keys and walks back around to find Ziva is staring at the back of the car. Then he bursts into laughter. “You mean the bumper sticker. I thought it would be a nice addition to the van, what do you think?”

Ziva, finally getting over her shock, is torn between a record-breaking eye roll and laughter. “It makes us seem like very irresponsible parents,” she finally comments, her lips twitching.

Tony has just noticed their son licking the side of the car, and he shrugs. “Well, if the shoe fits...”

“If the shoe fits what? Adam, my love, do not lick dirt off of the car. We have talked about this.”

“It’s not a real shoe, Ima,” Tali cuts in, poking her head around the car to see what’s taking so long. “It’s just a saying. Daddy means that you are irresponsible parents. Can we go to Disney now?”

Tony laughs loudly. “You heard the girl, Ziva. Let’s go.” He goes to finally unlock the car, leaving Ziva staring at the butt sticker in reluctant amusement.

No, the bumper sticker.

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The drive to Disneyland isn’t really that far, but everything takes ten times as long with three antsy children in the back seat. For the first ten or fifteen minutes, things go smoothly—Tali reads a kid’s novel and the younger two watch a cartoon while Tony and Ziva quietly converse in the front.

Every few minutes, though, there’s a honk, and every single time, Tony reflexively glances in the rearview to count his children… just in case. One, two, three—all good. One, two—yep, they’re all still there. No one has fallen out.

Then, once they get on the A4, things start to get messier... Ora gets fussy and Adam stretches as far as he can to tug on his little sister’s pigtails, which only makes her more irritable. Tali, squished between them, makes an executive decision. It’s time to take a break from the car ride, and she has a devious plan.

“Dad,” she says quickly, “Adam’s doing his potty dance. I think he’s about to pee in his carseat again.”

Tony goes into panic mode—it took him an hour to get the seat clean after Adam’s last accident, and he’s not willing to risk it happening again. “I’m on it!” he cries. Channeling his wife’s special brand of driving, he swerves across two lanes of traffic to reach an exit—the first one that comes up. He’s not feeling picky right now. He hears a French curse or two yelled out the window in his direction, but he has his eyes on the prize and doesn’t pay them any mind.

He also only barely registers the screaming little voices from the passengers in the back seat who are convinced they’re about to get hit.

As soon as they arrive at a petrol station just off the highway, Tony is jumping out and grabbing Adam from his car seat. He tucks the little boy under his arm like a football and hurries inside to reach a toilet.

Tali, glad her plan is working, breathes a sigh of relief at the relative quiet in the car. “I’m going to get out while we wait, Ima,” she announces, undoing her seatbelt.

“Just do not wander off, Tali.”

“I won’t.”

She gets out and makes a big show of stretching before covertly walking around to the back of the car. After contemplating her dad’s new bumper sticker for a moment, she starts to strategically peel away letters.

Moments later, the newly improved sticker reads “Hella HONK, bitch.”

Full of mischievous satisfaction, Tali climbs back into her seat, and her dad and little brother get in shortly after. “I don’t think you really needed to go at all, did you, little man?” Tony is murmuring to the toddler. “I think you just wanted to get out of the car.”

Yes, Tali thinks with a quiet, sinister laugh. It was all him. I played no role in this at all. Just keep thinking that.

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The number of honks they receive for the second half of the journey has to be at least quadruple the number of honks they received before they stopped.

At first, it’s mildly amusing, especially since Tony still glances into the back seat each time to ensure that none of the kids actually have fallen out. As the problem increases, though, Ziva starts to frown and then scowl. Once she’s wearing a full-blown glare, Tony realizes that he probably messed up. He’s a little confused at the whole situation, because he put the bumper sticker on two days ago and didn’t notice much extra honking before this afternoon.

Maybe people outside of Paris just really like to use their horns?

(Tali can hardly contain her mirth when he voices this thought out loud.)

They park when they finally arrive and Tony’s confusion is cleared up as soon as he steps out of the vehicle. He sees the change to his bumper sticker and bursts into laughter. “Who did this?” he demands, delighted with someone’s evil genius.

Tali pulls the word “kids” out of her pocket and beams, giving him the biggest wink she’s capable of.

Tony grabs his daughter and swings her around in a big hug. “I’m so proud,” he tells her when he sets her down, warm and amused. “That was brilliant. Ignore your mother’s twitchy face—she’s impressed, too.”

Ziva, having just wrestled Adam and Ora out, is indeed frowning at the pair; Tony and Tali giggle conspiratorially as she stalks off, a toddler clinging to each hand.

For her part, Ziva is torn. On the one hand, she wonders what she ever did to get such a strange husband and strange children, but on the other hand… she looks back at her oldest daughter and her husband, and her heart melts.

Tony has his arm around Tali’s shoulders and they have their heads together, chattering quietly at a mile a minute. Tony’s endless stream of talking used to annoy Ziva—and sometimes it admittedly still drives her up the wall—but when it’s their kids he’s being silly with… well, she doesn’t mind it much then.

Even if that means the family car will now read “Hella HONK, bitch” indefinitely.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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Jake Reviewcaps Stuff: Amphibia: Truck Stop Polly/A Caravan Named Desire

A day two days late but no dollars short, we reach the middle of the Plantar family vacation. Polly super runs away from home after feeling negelcted and gets a neat trucker hat while Hop Pop is forced to choose between his love of theater and aiding and abetting, Sprig tries to fit in with the cool kids and Anne tries to just finish her damn Koala puzzle already. The show must go on under the cut

Okay first why this was late... I had a LOTTT of cleaning to do for a vistor coming to the house, so while I did get the episode watched I didn’t have time to write about it till today.. ironically hours before my sister from another mister is having her wedding, a small one in her backyard with all the food pre-packaged, but still it’s obviously a lot .. and yes this has been going through my head.

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Point is life’s been busy, this isn’t the first thing to get delayed, but I do want to try to get these out on saturday at least. Second.. these eps faced an uphill battle.. see like the Lost Harp of Mirvana during my ducktales coverage earlier this year, this is what seems like an average ep from the summaries given out by disney.. right before a stream of far more important and intresting ones. For this one it’s two fairly standard eps.. right before another fairly standard one.. that then leads into finding out both what Sasha’s doing and presumibly, why she’s still on the bad guy side like the intro suggests or if the intro is just lying. We won’t know till next week. And to make matters worse after that we have Kermit the frog’s episode.. as in kermit doing voice work not whoever his voice actor is now just doing a diffrent voice. And i’m so glad disney is continuing this beautifully insane idea that started when Fozzy voiced a character on Big City Greens. See this is good quality use of your muppets. Hopefully muppets now will keep this up later this week. Anyways paired with Kermit is the long awaited gravity falls homage “Wax Museum” with Alex Hirsch himself doing both stan stand in, a stan-in if you will, teh curator and frog soos. Which is the greatest name in Disney history since Sharkbomb. Oh and THEN, we finally get to newtopia and finally meet marcie.. and if that weren’t enough, the newt king is voiced by keith motherfucking david, disney royalty as voice of Goliath in Gargoyles (Which I really need to get off my ass and watch already, I have no excuse for taking this long. At least with Darkwing Duck the absolutley baffling airing order that isn’t disney plus’ fault for once but they scould still fix is a mild one.. if not enough of one) and Dr. Facilier in “The Princess and the Frog”, in which he sang one of the best villian songs in the disney canon. Never fails to kill me. He also should’ve been sexist man alive by now but fuck if I know why he hasn’t been.. even at 64 he’s still in the running and I will not back away from that sentence. That man can get it and his wife is a very lucky woman. SO yeah, Sasha, Kermit, Frog Soos, and then a one two punch of Marcy and keith fucking david, followed by i’m assuming a good helping of world building in newtopia and i’m not assuming thanks to the episode summaries including guest voices even MORE Keith David. So yeah like Mervana proceding Fenton and Boyd and then Daisy! an episode i’d been waiting for since last year’s comiccon, and was not disapointed by, this episode is before a giant pile of stuff i’ve been waiting for plus a thing I had no idea was coming with Keith David. And this show isn’t alone: next week’s owl house is another king episode about him making a big style wish that goes wacky.. right before we get Willow and Amity’s backstory, then the episode where hopefully the gays will win. This isn’t a new thing and will doubtfully occur again but like with Mirvana I gave these eps a fair shake. How did they shake out with the added pressure? let’s find out.

Truck Stop Polly

We start in the Wagon, or Fwagon as the family calls it but i’m not because no. Just no. Plus there isn’t a catchy song for caulking your Fwagon sung by the talented, and recently engaged congradulations Joey and Lauren now that was the kind of news I needed this week, Joey Richter.

But no Bessie isn’t being caulked down for glue, Sprig and Anne are driving the wagon, Hop Pop is asleep, as he probably hasn’t slept and Polly.. isn’t doing so good. She’s clearly missing home seeing Miss Croaker.. onlyt o find a rock.. and then because this is Amphibia some kind of nightmare that reminds me of a baby xenomorph. Anyways the reason Polly ain’t doing so good is well she’s like.. 5, on a scary trail with no one to comfort her, and none of the old comforts of home to help her forget her very likely death before she’s even big enough to rip a man’s heart out with her bear hands. I mean that’s been in her 7th birthday plans for like, forever. She TRIES to replicate old things, first trying for story time.. which fails because while Hop Pop tries, he can’t stay awake because he apparently, as the episode will prove out, hasin’t heard of caffine, while trying to get her older siblings to read to her just gets them and her in trouble when she gets bessie ran into something and Polly’s attempt at bath time afterword just floods everyone out. Thankfully while the episode does go with the “Character tries things multiple times and is destined to fail” thing, something i’ve seen a lottt in animation and as i’ve made clear in my handful of loud hosue reviews i’m not a big fan of it... but it works well here. It takes up only a portion of the episode and is used well. Nuff said. But it’s with the aftermath where things really start to shine and we really get why this episode works: Polly messed up bad yes.. but she’s also , again 5. Her family just sorta forgot that 5 year olds need a lot of attention because this is one who probably has ripped a man’s heart out... the bear hands thing is more just because it’s cooler that way. But Polly isn’t really thinking about anyone else but herself and this episode reveals a problem polly has: She puts up such a tough front she has trouble opening up.. which makes sense. Polly wants to be taken seriously, as seen with the inn episode last season, and likely feels acting her age will just get them to stop doing that.. but as we saw there while she’s utterly capable in a crisis.. she’s still a small child, it’s still scary and she needs what all little kids need as much as she needs a freshly ripped out heart with breakfast. But what really makes the scene is, as Polly hides, Hop Pop loudly and crushingly for the poor tadpole, outright wonders if they should’ve just left her with Ms. Croaker. And yeah this is a .. hard thing to hear. That her only parental figure regrets bringing her and feels he woudl’ve been better leaving her away from her family for what’s at the very least a month and will defintely be longer.. and not just because of future episode synopisis. And if they succeed with anne.. one of them wouldn’t be coming back. She’d miss telling her big sister good bye and that’s a LOT to take away from her and probably explains,besides Polly being badass, why they still took her: She may never see Anne again. And if Anne can’t get home, she wouldn’t of b een there for her. Polly tears up and it’s a ROUGH scene. But what really makes this scene already amazing work.. is the immdite followup. Sprig and Anne are both shocked by this and Anne , in typical “the character only heard the bad part” fashion, and as Della has proven even full grown adults aren’t immune to this so don’t feel too bad polly, asks if he really meant that. And he didn’t. It’s what makes the scene work so hopping good: it’s realistic. We’ve all had moments where a parent, a friend, or even ourselves has just said something, something hurtful, or yelled or screamed or what have you at osmeone without meaning it.. and sometimes you can’t take that back. But we’ve all been pushed to the limit, stressed or tired or upset and just.. snapped and said something terrible. And it’s this realness that really makes it worse. Hop Pop explains he’s just exausted.. which makes sense. He has trouble deligating, being utterly terrified of Anne and Sprig taking up watch duty, and has probably been driving without sleep for a week at the LEAST given the trip’s been said to have gone on longer than planned. So he’s not in any good shape, and Anne and Sprig do consider she had her reasons. Anne does give Hop Pop coffee for the first time, which perks him right up. Polly however is still hurting and decides to use 5 year old logic and leave a fake, a convient purple ball she find sthat she dresses up with a sleep mask and her bow, and figures once they find out she’s not there, they’ll feel bad and come back. it’s a short sighted plan but we’ve all probably thought of something like this at her age. I once ran away from home carrying among things i’ve forgotten by cyclops helpmet from the x-men.. must’ve been from the 80′s as by the 90′s he let his hair out. Wish I still had that thing or at least a cyclops visor. Love that guy. This naturally backfires as while Sprig and Anne try talking to polly, Sprig thinks she’s alseep and warns anne never to wake her.. never... how.. how many stabbings did she give you before that sunk in man? Are you okay sprig? Polly naturally freaks the fuck out upon thinking her family abandoned her, but vows to start a new life.. with flapjacks and more story times. She dosen’t know anybody.. cue swampy joe from last season. A welcome return, horay! Anyways Swampy naturally not leaving a child to die because this is amphibia and not an average night in Monkey D Luffy’s childhood, and also gets her a sweet trucker hat off screen. I assume she put it on exactly like this. Polly gripes about the situation.. but in a refreshing and suprising, to both me and polly, change of pace we don’t get them agreeing or her getting a new life: The Truckers point out the main issue: She’s homesick, and she’s trying desperatley to seek comfort in old rituals without adapting to the fact that some simply don’t work as well in their new situation or taking the fact her family is busy and this is stressful for them too into account. It’s also a nice moral for thes quarantine times; sometimes you can’t get normal back easily, and have to adapt and you have to consider others feelings as hard as it might be. They also peg her being so hardned on the outsdie she dosen’t let things in and again while this is new.. it does track. We’ve rarely seen polly upset, or vunerable or any of that.. so this simply makes it a character trait.. that part of why she rarely acts like the 5 year old she is is she’s scared of letting people in and loosing what ground she’s gained with Hop Pop. As for why their so wise it’s because when your alone driving for miles on the open road you have nothing but self improvment.. and in a great bit the lone female trucker among them got her PhD, and celebrates with her friend with a high tounge. Of course bigger problems arrive. Turns out taking some random object you found without checking for a zany scheme isn’t wise as a man comes in wondering where his roc’s egg went.. roc’s bein ga type of bird.. a giant bird. That kills the first frog it sees upon hatching, like imprinting only more horrifying.. so like the twilight version of imprinting then. And yes i’m aware i’m bashing twilight still, and while I largely don’t care, having an 18 year old man romantically imprint on a baby, rapid aging or no, is fucking creepy and not a good ending for the character. And yes that actually happened. Polly gets Soggy Joe, now speedy joe complete with hat and yes you need to call him that Polly finds out, to give her a lift back home. Meanwhile back home, Anne decides to read to polly anyway. I mean she just watched her sorta girlfriend sacrifice herself and then get carted off by the scary asshole who wanted to presumibly put her grandpa’s head on a spike outside his tower as a warning. Polly stabbing her a few times dosen’t really stack up. But she discovers she’s not there and gives out a code purple.. which ges the rest of the family right on time. Polly and Joe catch up with them and find the roc emerging out of the caravan and everyone fighting. Thankfully polly static clings on Joe’s fringe seats, which Joe grumbles about, and builds up the static before having him fast ball special her into the bird, which beats it. Polly takes credit for about five seconds.. before Hop Pop uses her full name as he’s pissed.. not about the giant death bird, a giant bird trying to murder you seconds after birth is just an average tuesday on this hell planet.. though i’d still trade it for our hell planet if they could get streaming down. No like any good parent he’s upset she ran away.. and devistated when Polly tears up and reveals she heard his whole thing earlier, with Hop Pop gently apologizing and explaning he took just how grown up she is for granted, with the Anne and Sprig naturally agreeing and the four hug. I do wish Polly apologized.. but it still works anyway as she’s still 5, she does feel bad about it, and she did just save their lives. The episode would’ve been slightly better with it but works fine. Soggy Joe offers to tow them, because he’s a class act, and Hop Pop decides to have storytime with everyone.. Anne points out she’s 13 but eh why not. Also I did like getting conformation how old she is as before it was just conjecture by me that she was 13 or 14. For the record as you can tell I peg polly as five, Sprig as 9 or 10, and Hop Pop as me shrugging. Also Polly’s normal story is a gritty noir story about a man trying to murder his wife’s killer.. which is funny enough and explains a lot about polly enough.. until we get a POP UP BOOK POP UP OF A HAND HOLDING A KNIFE. Just.. (Chef’s kiss) my god. Of course Anne loves it.

Final Thoughts for this Episode: A really good one, that has a lot of intresting dynamics and remembered Polly’s age without overwriting her character.. it still felt in character and was a nice reminder she’s still a young child, just one that can Volt Tackle large birds and who likes noir revenge quests as her bed time story. It added some more depth to Polly and it was something she really needed, giving her a vunerable side again and expanding on that. The first third does drag a bit.. but once the episode gets going it gets really fucking excellent.. while “child feels neglected and runs away” isn’t a new story, it works here both due to it’s realism, giant muder bird, or birderer if you will, non-withstanding, and due to being rooted in the Plantar’s characters. It’s damn good and like Mirvana was a nice suprise of an episode.

A Caravan Named Desire Suprisie a wedding is exausting and not only did I have to abandon finishing this review to get ready for it, but was too tired to actually finish this when I got home. Aw well. Let’s keep it going.

We open as our heroes are about to enter the thirsty swamp, another desert region, but this time more deserty. Anne scoffs at needing hydration.. before a cut to her utterly dehydrated and pouring the canteen on herself.. which she pulled up including sprig who gives out a whee. As adorable as it is chuckle worthy. Hop Pop is worried because as his faviorite plays says the area is full of terrible monsters and bandits.. and the kids groan because he’s clealry talked about this play a lot. As it turned out Hop Pop always wanted to be an actor, but gave it up.. and this is where I feel the episode missed some good character stuff: We never find out a lot about Hop Pop at that age: why he wanted to buck tradiition when why by present day he’s nothing but tradition, or why he gave up after one failed audition.. it’s not a bad episode, but I feel we missed out on an opprutnity to learn more about Hop Pop’s past, an area the show really hasn’t dug into apart from “He and sylvia were into each other once and he has a rvial and now he’s dating Sylvia for real this time so yay”. And speaking of which it is weird he hasn’t brought her up.. I mean he dosen’t have to miss his girlfriend every 5 minutes, that’d get fucking annoying , and the silver age fantastic four comics where Johnny storm would constantly pine for a girl he met for all of 5 minutes, carried over to the 90′s cartoon but toned down, are proof that’d be annoying. But it’s still just.. weird it hasn’t come up once so far.. we have a full season for it too, but it just feels like the show abrubtly left most of it’s supporting cast behind without asking how any of htem felt about Anne and the plantars leaving after spending a full season having them go from mildly tolerated to beloved by the town, especially Anne. Anyways before Hop Pop can bring up his one time as Tony in the wartwood production of west side story, they have worm sign and soon a sandworm is chasing them because of course Amphibia has sand worms. Their thankfully saved by a mysterious woman and her caravan, Renee Frodgers, the writer of the play Hop Pop won’t shut up about and no one else cares about.. kind of like me with.. everything. Pretty much everything. But with auditions going on Hop Pop gladly follows Renee back into her office, while a nearbye actor kid offers to take the Plantar kids to the kids car. Sprig and Polly are entirely on board, but Anne’s answer?

Turns out when Anne was widdle, somewhere from 4 to 6, she was in a school play about dental hyginee as a tooth tripped.. and everything caught fire. “4 out of 5 detinsts say I was traumatized.”, a great line. So Anne’s noping out of this one and decides to instead work on her Kola’s of Passion jigsaw puzzle.. which if that’s for an animatied ripoff of titanic but with Kolas I will give all my money to see that.. well no I need that but I do have an unopened can of pringles on my desk and a penguins of madagascar dvd I got for free at a garage sale. Will that work? Please? So we have our two main plots and running gag: Sprig trying to fit in with the kids, hop pop living out his dreams and anne trying to finish a puzzle. And since the plots really don’t intersect till the last moment apart from one scene with Anne, i’ll be covering both seperatley. Sprig’s plot is very simple: He wants the theater kids to like him, the lead actor treats him like crap, Polly gets accepted but is just sorta there htis episode outside of one great gag that we’ll get to in a moment, and eventually sprig just gets fed up and tells the guy off. It’s not all that enjoyable as I relate a bit too much to desperatley wanting to be liked in high school by people who were utter dicks.. and breifly in college online, so it brings back too many bad memories but hte punchline of sprig jumping back into frame in cosutme the minute he gets acceptance for telling the pissant off is priceless. Now with that out of the way, back a few minutes ago Hop Pop tries auditioning but tries to hard and fails, and dosen’t get the part, in part because he has no experince but later storms back in and tells Renee off.. and that honest passion gets him the lead. And .. turns out Hop Pop is a master actor getting love from the masses and living out his dream. Again it’s where I wish we got more drive, more of his past. I don’t know why other than “I want to act” why Hop Pop wants this so bad or why it means so much. I know what he wants, paul, but not WHY he wants it. I do get time constraints.. but if that was the case.. why keep the sprig subplot? He could just be an extra or stage crew or making a puzzle with anne or some other shenanigan that required less screentime. I do REALLY like spirg, this season if nothing else has made me realize how good the character is, I just feel for this episode the other minutes could’ve gone better to set up Hop Pop’s love of acting and past better and give us more of how Hopidah went from a wannabe actor ready to leave tradition behind to someone who clings to it like something clingy. This episode isn’t bad but there’s more it could’ve done. Anyways the good times, and the tour and if your curious the wagon is being stored somewhere on the caravan since they can’t safetly travel alone, end when Hop Pop walks in on Renee planning a heist. Now granted instead of the obvious of “oh their just theives’ the troop are legit actors, directors etc... the heists are because, much like on earth, no one supports the arts and they need money to keep going and keep putting on shows, hence Renee and her two goons rob the towns they visit during the more powerful moments of Hop Pop’s performance. And this is something like. While “Character wants to do something and ends up getting recruited by shady people for a scheme to do it” isn’t at all new, here it’s intresting because instead of being bad at it or the scheme being related to the heist or the normal twists.. Hop Pop is legit good, we even see a bit of his performance later and loved, instead of just being so bad it’s useful, and the theives aren’t just after money but keeping their art alive. So Hop Pop is conflicted and turns to Anne.. and ruins her puzzle because of course he does, but while Anne tells him the obvious: Stealing is bad even to support our badly unfunded arts, otherwise modern artists would be pulling daring heists all the time.. seriously that should be a show, Hop Pop decides he’s such a godo actor he can convince himself nothing’s going on. Sprig comes in for his subplot and annoys anne further and also dosen’t listen to her and Polly.. just tells Anne she loves her with Anne screaming it back. It’s a great punchline to the scene and also really sweet. Aww. So Hop Pop tries to get used to aiding and abetting but realizes during his big scene he just.. can’t turn his concsen off, outs renee then gets into a chase with her, with renee making hte mistake of detaching the front car to escape.. only to end up Worm food. She’ll make good spice at least.. I guess? I don’t know how Dune works. She’s arrested, and Hop Pop and family book it after the kids accidently spill he knew about the crime ahead of time and did nothing. The end.

#amphibia #a caravan named desire #truck stop polly #anne boonchuy #hopidiah plantar #sprig plantar #polly plantar #soggy joe #disney channel #reviews #reviewcaps #team starkid #the trail to oregon #frogs

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stargayzingidiot · 5 years

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Quack Part 2

Part 1

Summary: The aftermath of Patton ducking out. Thomas is acting weird, and the others find out why.

Characters: Virgil Sanders, Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Thomas Sanders, Patton Sanders, Deceit Sanders, and Remus Sanders

Relationships: Platonic DRLAMP (is that what it’s called?), Focus on platonic Moxiety

Words: 1732

Warnings: Panicking, Swearing, Self-deprecating thoughts, Yelling, Crying, Angst (hurt/comfort)

(Let me know if there need to be any other warnings)

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Something was wrong.

Virgil felt like something was wrong. No, he knew something was wrong but he didn’t know what. He hated not knowing. His mind always tried to fill in the blanks and that almost always made him jump to conclusions. Just like now.

What if someone was hurt?

What if he had done something wrong?

What if the world was ending?

What if Thomas was dying?

What if, what if, what - wha -....

He could feel himself panicking. He knew what he had to do. What he always did when the world was overwhelming and he needed comfort.

He had to find Patton.

However, before he could sink down, Roman rose up in his room. He looked like he was also freaking out. His eyes darted quickly around the room before they landed on Virgil.

“Virgil! Thank god you’re here! We have a situation”

“Yeah, no shit. What the fuck is going?”

The thought of Patton scolding him for his language comforted him a bit. Though it also made the need to have his best friend there to calm him down even stronger.

It was okay, though. Patton would help them figure out what was happening.

Roman didn’t answer Virgil. He just pulled him to Thomas’s living room and left again. Assumedly, to get the others.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Virgil’s panic increased. But his protective nature stepped in when he saw Thomas on the couch. He was sitting there staring blankly in front of him. Logan was beside him looking confused. And was that panic Virgil could sense from him?

When Logan noticed Virgil on the stairs he looked relieved. He walked over to him.

“I don’t - I don’t know what’s wrong. He hasn’t moved an inch since we found him. Virgil, I - I have no idea what to do” He stuttered out.

Virgil’s suspicions from before were confirmed. Logan was panicking. He laid a hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. Even though he himself was freaking out. Virgil wasn’t good at the whole comforting thing. No, Patton was much better.

When he came, they would all find out what was wrong with Thomas, calm down, and then maybe watch some Disney movies. Yeah, that sounded great. Virgil could really use that right about now.

Virgil was pulled out of his thoughts by Roman rising up in his usual place, but Patton wasn’t with him.

“Where- um -” Virgil was interrupted by Roman.

“I don’t know! I tried to summon him several times. He isn’t answering!”

No, no no no no no nono.

This could not be happening. Virgil’s mind was screaming at him. Where was he? They needed him!

He tried to sort all his thoughts out, but they were all jumbled together. When the pieces finally fell into place, his heart sunk.

It didn’t make any sense. Patton wouldn’t do that, right?

“Um, I think I know what’s going on” he hesitantly said.

The others stared at him. Waiting for him to elaborate.

“Remember when I decided I wasn’t needed because I only hurt Thomas, and I ducked out? I - um, I think Patton has done the same thing”

Roman looked horrified.

“What!? No! He’s probably just busy in the imagination. You know he gets distracted easily. I’ll go look -”

“Roman, wait. Virgil might be right. Look -” Logan interrupted as he walked over to Thomas.

“Thomas, how are you feeling?”

“I don’t know”

“Do you know what you’re feeling?”

“Um, I don’t really feel anything”

Virgil’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’t want this to be true. He remembered the complete loneliness he felt when he had ducked out. How cold he was, and how dark it was. He didn’t want Patton to feel that.

Maybe, it wasn’t true. Maybe, they were jumping to conclusions. Maybe Thomas was just having an off day. He got those sometimes, and he was going through a lot lately, so it made sense.

Maybe, they just needed to be there for him right now. Maybe Roman was right. Maybe Patton got distracted in the imagination again.

Only one way to find out.

“Hey, Thomas, how do you feel about lying?”

Thomas looked at him, contemplating the question.

“I guess it’s okay to lie. You just have to be good at it so people don’t find out you’ve lied. If they don’t know, then no hard feelings, right?”

Okay, this was bad.

Virgil was visibly panicking now. He could feel his whole body shaking. Roman put a hand on his back trying to comfort him. Logan spoke to him softly.

“Hey, Virge, take a deep breath. We will find him. Remember how we got you back? We went to your room. So let’s all go to Patton’s room and find out what made him, as you like to call it, duck out” He turned and faced Thomas.

“Thomas, think happy thoughts”

Before Virgil could even react to what was going on, they rose up in Patton’s room. Except, it did not at all look like his room. It was gloomy and cold. This had to be a mistake.

“Um, Specs, are you sure we didn’t take a wrong turn? This looks more like Vee’s room”

“Yes, Roman, I am sure. Patton’s room changes its appearance to match his mood. This could explain why he chose to leave. His room indicates that he was feeling distressed. We just have to get to him and find out what made him feel that way”

They all closed their eyes, concentrating on summoning Patton.

They were met with silence.

Yet, for Virgil, everything was too loud. They couldn’t lose him! He was too important. Thomas was a mess without him. They needed him. Virgil needed his best friend. He had to get him back.

“Patton, please come back. We can’t do this without you. We need you. I - Patton, I need you. You’re always there for me. I don’t know what made you feel like you had to do this, but I remember why I did it. I remember how it felt when my connection to Thomas was severed. It wasn’t pleasant. So please-, Patton, please let us help you. We can be there for you. Let us show you that you’re important”

He had been holding back tears but now they were streaming down his face.

He waited a minute. Hopeful that Patton would show up, but the room was silent, and Virgil lost it. He couldn’t breathe, his ears were ringing, he was shaking, and the room was blurry because of his tears.

Patton appeared beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Kiddo, remember the breathing exercise. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight”

Patton did the breathing and counting with him until he calmed down.

As soon as his breathing was back to normal, Virgil threw his arms around Patton and hugged him tightly.

Patton didn’t hug him back.

“Hey-, um, hey guys. What are you, um, what are you doing here?” He nervously said.

Roman looked so relieved to see him again, but Logan, Logan looked furious.

“Are you joking! How could you be so stupid to think that you disappearing wouldn’t have any consequences!?”

He gestured over to Thomas, who, when Patton appeared, had passed out from the overwhelming feeling of getting the majority of his emotions back. Now he was sitting on the floor crying softly.

Virgil was ready to give Logan a piece of his mind, but before he could say anything, Patton spoke.

“I’m sorry. I - I didn’t know. I thought I was finally doing something good, but I messed everything up again. See, that’s why I’m not needed. I can’t do anything right! I’m annoying, immature, silly, and stupid! I’m a burden, and I didn’t want to be in the way anymore. That’s why I left. I thought - I thought it would help”

Logan sighed softly with a sad look in his eye.

“Please don’t apologize, Patton. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I am, uh, not good at feelings. I was worried and scared for you. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was mad. I am truly sorry for making you feel unnecessary. We value your contributions”

“Yes, Padre, you’re not a burden. Logan and I get too passionate sometimes, and we forget the people around us. I am sorry too. Please know that we appreciate you”

Patton had tears in his eyes, and Virgil reached over and held his hand. Patton looked him in the eye.

“Virgil, you must be annoyed at me. I keep accidentally calling you the things you don’t want me to call you. I make you uncomfortable”

“Are you kidding? I could never be annoyed at you. You’re my best friend. We’re a dynamic duo, right? Also, I have noticed that you’re trying to do better and that means the world to me” He wrapped Patton in another hug. This time the hug was reciprocated.

“I don’t understand. I hurt Thomas, and I was horrible to Deceit and Remus. Oh God, they must hate me!”

“We don’t”

Deceit and Remus appeared and slowly walked over to Patton.

“Patton, we don’t always see eye to eye, but I know that what you do is important. I respect you, and I forgive you for the way you acted. I am also sorry. It wasn’t like I was any better. In the future, we should try to understand each other more”

“Same here, Daddio. I know my ideas get a tiny bit crazy sometimes. You help me to not do things that would endanger anyone. Plus your puns are hilarious. You crack me up!”

Logan walked over to Patton and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Patton, we all make mistakes. The important thing is that we learn from them. You recognizing that you made a mistake is a step towards doing better next time. You’re trying to improve and that is what matters”

Patton had tears streaming down his face. Had he really misunderstood everything?

He was pulled into a group hug, and when he felt Thomas join in he finally relaxed.

Patton wasn’t okay right now, but he was certain that he would be.

He had friends supporting him.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Patton’s room got a bit brighter again.

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It is done!

I don’t know if I’m happy with it. I tend to be quite hard on myself so maybe I’m not the best judge.

I’m sorry if some of them are OOC. It is my first time writing any of them so I’m still trying to figure out how to do it.

People who wanted to be tagged: @strickenwithclairvoyance , @naturaldee-saster , @shootingstarpilot , @viana-dascolli

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #platonic moxiety #platonic drlamp #tw swearing #tw cursing #birdie writes

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lovecrazyjennybear · 5 years

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Doubt Comes In

Summary: Roman has some intrusive thoughts.

Warnings: Deceit. Remus. Slightly gross/dark mental images. Intrusive thoughts. Anxiety. Mention of killing. Angst. Yelling

Word Count: 1131

Pairing: Platonic Prinxiety.

A/N: This takes place after Dealing With INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS. If anything else needs to be put as a warning or a tag please let me know. All mistakes are mine and any constructive feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

Roman was sitting in his room, lost in thought. Logan had filled him in on a lot of what he missed while he was knocked out, which left him with a lot of emotions to work through. He hated his brother with the intensity of a thousand suns. He hated how Remus was no longer just messing with his thoughts but Thomas's. Despite his best efforts, Roman couldn't help keep his twin at bay.

There was something else nagging at him though. Something he heard Remus say to Virgil just before he left. ‘Good seeing you again Virgil, it was just like old times.’ kept streaming though his mind. What was meant by that? Did Remus visit Virgil and give him intrusive thoughts? Did Virgil try and fight him off to keep him from Thomas?

Maybe they were friends.

“Stop it.” Roman said out loud.

“Stop what?” The Duke answered from where he appeared, draped across Roman's bed.

“You know very well what.”

“Do I?” He pulled out his deodorant and took a bite. “I'm afraid I don't. I haven't been giving you any fun mental images or thoughts Roman.”

As if to prove a point, Roman was suddenly hit with a mental image of him sniffing a dog's butt hole. “Gaah that is vile!”

Remus just laughed until he rolled off the bed. “That is quite calm compared to what I could give you dearest brother, especially knowing what your room can do. In fact I think that would actually be quite fun!”

With a snap of the Duke’s fingers the room was thrown into darkness. Roman had no idea what the space would look like once some form of light would appear. Despite trying to get his room to obey his will, he knew his brother was stronger right now. Being knocked out takes a toll on one's mind and Roman was no exception.

There was a laugh that was unmistakably Remus's. It seemed to come from all around Roman. As he spun around in the darkness, the light came back brightly before dimming. Once he blinked the stars from his eyes, he noticed was in Virgil's room.

What didn't make sense was who else was in the room. Deceit and Remus were sitting on the floor with Virgil. Virgil even seemed to be at ease.

That's because they belong together. All the Dark Sides together. Of course Virgil would be calm.

No. That wasn't the truth. Virgil hated Deceit. It rivaled Roman's own hate for Remus. There is no way that he'd be calm.

Sure he acts like he hates them. He has to fit his role as a ‘good guy’ now. But he's plotting with them. That's why he didn't warn you when Remus was about to knock you out.

No. That wasn't the truth. There was Virgil's anxious voice at the end of his sentence. He didn't have the chance.

“Can you believe how easy that was?” Remus asked the other sides. “A+ on your acting Virgil. I must say.”

“I told you he'd be the worst mole Duke.” Deceit said. “He'd never be believable.” Something akin to pride flashed on his face.

“It took some time. Thank you for the ducking out idea. That definitely was a strong push for them to trust me.” Virgil told them. “Especially Roman.”

“You're not welcome.”

Virgil laughed. “The way Roman threw a fit about not knowing you helped keep Thomas up last night was amazing Remus.”

Remus giggled. “It was.”

“Horribly done by not giving Thomas the thought of killing his brother by the way.”

“Thank you” Remus stretched out the least last syllable as he bowed from the waist up.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Also Deceit good idea in silencing Patton. And you have the subtlety down so the others don't know it's you.”

“You're not welcome. It was just the easiest thing to-”

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

The scene in front of him snapped from existence. That loud voice definitely was not a part of the dark thoughts. Roman blinked a few times before realizing he was back in his room. Remus was still there but so was someone else.

Virgil was standing protectively in front of him.

“Why we were just talking Virgil.” Remus said. “The worst he got from me was him smelling a dog's butt hole.”

“I don't believe you.” The anxious voice was definitely there. “I know how you work. You lost hold over Thomas so you've gone to one of us.”

“Now why would I go after my own brother?”

“You tell me. You brought up Cain and Abel.”

“Touche. It's just so much fun!” The Duke giggled.

“Leave.”

“Oh poo Virgil, you used to be so much more fun.” He did decide to sink out at that point.

“V-Virgil?”

The emo side slowly turned to face Roman. “Hey. Are you ok?”

“I think so.”

“Good. That's good.” The darker tone left his voice. “Why don't we go get some tea?”

Roman nodded and stood up. “Thank you for rescuing me from him.”

“You're welcome.” Virgil led the way to the kitchen.

“Can I ask you something?” Roman asked after a few moments of silence.

“You just did.”

“Ha. Ha.” He looked at the other for a moment. “But seriously here Virgil, there's something I want to know.”

“What is it?”

Roman didn't miss the slight widening of the other side’s eyes. He decided now was not the time to ask if he used to be friends with Deceit and the Duke. So he decided to ask a slightly different question. “What did he mean when he said you used to be more fun?”

Just before Virgil could answer, the kettle started screaming. He turned to face it and make the tea. “He would visit me when he lost control over Thomas's mind. I didn't used to have the will to fight against him. I do now.” Virgil turned back around and handed Roman his tea.

“Well I'm glad you did.” Roman took his cup. “And I'd like to propose something.”

“What is it?”

“If he comes to you again, you can come talk to me about it. I'll even conjure up a couch for you to lay on if you want.”

Virgil playfully rolled his eyes. “Only if you do the same when he visits you.”

“Deal.” Roman took a sip of his tea. “Do you want to watch a Disney movie with me?”

Virgil smiled sightly. “Sure.”

The two went and sat on the couch. Roman set up Dumbo before taking a long sip of his tea. There were still many questions he had about his brother and Virgil's past, but for now he just wanted to enjoy himself. He believed Virgil would tell him in his own time.

#ts spoilers #remus sanders #ts deceit #deceit sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #tw yelling #tw intrusive thoughts #tw anxiety

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MCC 24 JUL 21

Pink Parrots Part 2/2

Wilbur just kinda snuck his way in. You know that works.

Tubbo is a valid reason for a strat change.

Talented team!

Not bad not bad.

I accidentally posted part 1 early but oh well.

My read more keeps it from being annoying.

Watch yellow and purple gentle mans.

Oh I turned the volume up on my phone for a moment and was confused by the delay.

GG RANBOO!!! Getting onest!

Sapnap is the anime. I thought that was Phil?

Poor Green Guardians.

Doing ok. Doing ok.

Wilbur going to stab something.

“You’re in hell and that’s ok” -Ranboo

Do I see us in the lead???? We’re bad but we’re good at being bad.

What is Wilbur looking at???

They are so well in the lead. Look at my boys go.

Stream go poof. Yet again. But it’s the last game so I’m dedicated to watching Wilbur.

Build mart!!! Please!!! Build mart!!!

Please not survival games.

Awww. Oh well. This is going to be good and dramatic.

Ranboo nooo!!!

I have a cosmic brownie to eat to keep myself from yelling at the screen like an Alabama fan on iron bowl Friday.

Ranboo has become an eye in the sky drone.

I will not breathe. I will only eat brownie.

Get them kills.

Green guardians doing better than y’all.

Y’all all the teams ahead of you could just kill over and you wouldn’t get very high.

Please kill someone.

Oh they just dropped like a rock. 6->8

Wait. Did the game just end? Why did the board equal out?

Nope. Holy cow they are floating like a balloon!

4th! That just need to try to hold that.

Or not. They are dropping again quick.

Please boys. At least top 5.

Wilbur could not in fact stay alive.

They dropped to 6th. They are about to hit 3rd overall.

Yellow is their biggest danger.

Red rabbits are bad too.

Bad for the teeth.

3rd. They dropped like rocks. Red and yellow took the lead.

Wilbur don’t look. You heard the sounds fo sadness.

So close. If only they had chosen build mart.

Didn’t even make it to the final duals.

Ranboo quit blaming yourself. You did a great job. I called this boy would do that.

I already have notes from that delayed liveblog and I don’t like it.

It’s not even in the masterlist yet.

By about 200 points. I think it’s 218???? I don’t know I have no math skills.

Go teams!!!

You flip a coin tubbo if you aren’t sure who to cheer for.

Good job Wilbur!!! We’re proud of you!

Reddit analysis? Nah tumblr analysis are where it’s at. We might not be all fact but we make our opinion funny at least.

Dodge bolt music sounds like stuff I would listen to in order to concentrate while studying.

So few cheering for the red team. Still going to watch anyway.

Go red go!!

Get it red get it!!!

“Red team red team red team!”

It’s just the Manifold! Get him!

They won! I can see the confetti on the live. It hasn’t happened yet but I see it on MCC Live!!

That was awesome!!!

I love MCC and I’ve missed liveblogging.

Hopefully I can do this again more often.

I need to find and listen to the MCC soundtrack when I do my studying and cleaning.

Wow. That’s Wilburs first time on the Top 10? I’m surprised.

The confetti stopped.

The music also stopped.

Survival games is just a classic. Survival games has existed for so so long. I remember playing it one on one on Minecraft pocket edition, back when it was called Hunger games, with my little brother where we could play over local internet.

They did so so awesome. I’m so proud of this team.

Ranboo you shut up and quit putting yourself down. Yes it is ok. You did amazing.

What now? I’m going to Disney. Lol.

JK just making a sports joke.

Hi Niki! I love Niki!

It would have been cool if Ranboo had run.

Yes get Ranboo back!

Yes get Techno back as well!

Ah a Manifold!

Everyone tries not to swear for the no swearing Youtubers.

Off goes Wilbur. Him and his office that he can apparently sleep in.

I could sleep in an office. I actually have when I’ve visited my dad at his office.

Bye Wilbur! Of course your viewers are like loyal little puppies.

Wilbur is honestly the guy I watch for practically every MCC.

I usually watch him and/or Fundy.

And poof. Off we go the Phil!

I’m leaving with the raid for the channel points then going to Ranboo or Tubbo since they are the people I’ve been listening to this whole time.

Alright. I’ve said hi to Phil. Off I get.

Phil is so proud of himself in tera swoop force. That is literally your game.

Alright. I’m in Tubbo’s now.

I might bounce elsewhere as well. But I think that’s a good place to end this post. Missed y’all!!

#mcc #minecraft championships #wilbur soot #ranboo #tubbo #TapL #delayed liveblogging

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M O M

Day 5 - Mary finds out, eventually.

Warnings - Hurt/Comfort, the boys are dropping hints, Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Berry!AU

‘Those two have certainly become closer than the last time I’ve seen them.’ The alternate universe Bobby points out, and Mary almost chokes on her coffee.

‘What?’

‘I mean, look at them, they almost look like a married couple.’ He inclines his head towards the brothers direction. The older Winchester has his arm around his brother, leaning his head against him while he’s feeding himself breakfast, and Sam happily points out something on the computer.

‘You’re not implying that there…’ She starts, looking at her son’s carefullying.

‘Nah, maybe not. They’re closer than regular siblings.’ Bobby says quickly. If he knows something, he doesn’t say anything about it. ‘They’ve only ever had each other for their whole life. To lean on, to cry, to spend time with -- I’m pretty sure they’ve been each other prom date.’

Mary watches them closely for a bit longer, then sighs. They’ve really ever only had each other. ‘Guess your right.’

🌻

‘I’m happy for my dad’s. Aren’t you?’ Jack suddenly says one day, while looking at flowers and Mary’s trying to find some summer decor to spruce up the bunker a bit.

‘Well, yes. They’ve taken good care of you.’ The hunter smiles at the nephilim. ‘The three of them really do love you.’

Jack pauses his thoughts for a moment, waving to a random passerby before looking back at the flowers. He doesn’t know which ones to pick, so he grabs whatever he can seem to get his hands on and gives a lopsided grin at Mary.

She laughs, rolls her eyes and pays for all of the flowers. They stroll through the small Texas town, looking at whatever seems to be displayed in the windows.

‘They can be so loud sometimes.’ Jack starts again.

‘They’re known to have loud voices and the arguments between them can get pretty heated. I mean, have you seen them when they’re watching Disney movies? For men killing monsters on the daily they sure have childlike mindsets. But that's a good thing.’ The thought of it gives her happiness.

‘Huh? No, not that! When they’re busy making out with each other!’ He says, and Mary mind immediately goes back to the conversation she had with Bobby. ‘They can be really loud!’

‘You mean…’ How can she phrase this for a innocent kid? ‘Sexual actions with each other?’

‘Yeah! And when the bed starts slamming into the wall it becomes really, really hard to fall asleep afterwards.’ Jack’s watching her carefully, and the hunter gets this feeling she's being watched.

She is. Jack eyes are unsettling, and his smile is almost believable. Almost as if was an interrogation.

‘Wait, just clear it up for me -- which dads are you talking about?’

‘Oh, uh --’ The nephilim was thrown off by that question. ‘Dean and Castiel! Because of the whole handprint thing between them? And they’re totally in love and having sex! Yeah! That!’

‘Jack, answer me honestly, are you lying to--’

‘Is that cotton candy!’ He jumped in excitement, forgetting the conversation. ‘Can I get some, Mary?’

She giggled. ‘Sure.’

🌻

‘Berry!’ Sam yelled, running down the hallway. ‘Berry! Bad dog!’ Berry ran up and down the stairs, before finally coming into the library and finding behind Mary, who was reading a book.

‘Oh, Berry, what did you do this time?’ Mary made in her you-did-nothing-wrong-you-precious-bean voice, and Berry wagged his tail and accepted his ears being scratched. Berry dropped the red flannel shirt in front of her, and from the size, it was obvious it was Sam’s.

‘Berry!’ Sam and Castiel entered the library, and Berry ducked behind Mary.

‘Berry, you cannot hide in plain sight. You are as tall as Sam is, we can still see you.’ Castiel told the dog, and it sat down behind her. ‘We can still see you.’

He barked eagerly.

Mary held up Sam’s shirt, eyebrow raised. ‘I’m presuming that this is yours?’

‘Yeah, it is!’ Sam walked over to his mom, giving an appreciative nod before taking it. ‘Thanks Mary.’

Her eyes immediately went to the bruises on his neck and chest, that trailed down past his stomach. Sam flinched a bit when his mom touched his neck, and looked at her in confusion. ‘Sam…? Have you been going out and getting laid lately?’

‘What? No!’ Sam flushed like a little kid. ‘No, no, not that! I’ve just…’

‘Sam, honey, it’s okay if you are. I mean, I know you probably think I’m going to compare you to Dean, because he does it all the time--’

‘No, I’ve been having sex with Castiel!’ Sam buttoned the last of his button, then held Sam’s hand. ‘He and I are in a relationship.’

She froze again. The three of them stood awkwardly, because didn’t Jack tell her that Dean and Castiel we’re dating? Berry rubbing against her hand looking for some sort of attention, snapped her out of her thoughts.

‘Sam? Jack told me that Dean and Castiel were dating.’ Mary approached cautiously, then gasped. ‘Castiel! Are you cheating on my other son with Sam!’

‘What?’ Castiel seemed genuinely confused, and Sam put his hands out in front of him and Castiel, just in case she decided to attack.

‘No, Mary, he’s dating me, we just haven’t told Jack yet! He must be confused, because Dean and Castiel’s room’s are right next to each other!’ The younger Winchester said, and that seem reasonable, besides from the part where Castiel still seemed like he had no idea what was going on.

‘Okay then.’ Mary said, giving Castiel a glare before turning her attention back to Berry. ‘Were you feed? You look so skinny!’

🌻

‘Mary, I’d like to speak to you.’ Castiel approached her the next evening while Jack and her watched Sleeping Beauty.

‘What is it, Castiel?’ She tilted her head. ‘Something wrong?’

‘It is about your sons.’ He replied, and her eyes opened wide. ‘No, I am not cheating on them, if that is what you are thinking about.’

‘Oh. Then what is it?’

Castiel gulped. ‘I am in a relationship with neither of them.’

Mary lifted an eyebrow in confusion. ‘Did you and Sam break up--’

‘We were never in a relationship to begin with. And neither of them are getting laid.’ Castiel stated. Jack stopped chewing his popcorn, and gave a hesitant look to the angel. ‘They are in an intimate relationship with each other.’

‘Yes, Castiel they are brothers--’

‘Mary, they’re having sex with each other. They’re in love love with each other.’ Jack blurted out, and Castiel opened his eyes wide. ‘I’m sorry! But she didn’t know and I couldn’t keep it a secret for much longer, she's their mom! And they aren’t the type to kiss and tell!’

‘Show.’ Castiel corrected him, before placing a hand on Mary’s shoulder. ‘Please, do not separate them, they are in love, and are each other’s soulmates. You must understand that they have each other and have died for the other, because they cannot simply live without the other half of their life.’

‘Where are they?’ Mary asked, nonchalantly. ‘And don’t lie to me.’

‘They’re having an inmate moment with each other in Dean’s bedroom.’ The angel didn’t look her in the eyes, and went over to Jack to hug him.

🌻

Her boys. They were brothers. And having sex with each other.

She almost started laughing right there and then when the door was slightly ajar, and peaked quickly, and Castiel was right.

‘Sam!’ Dean shouted, balls deep in his brothers ass as Sam exposed his neck for his brother to lick and bite and suck at. ‘Fuck, it’s like everytime I prep you -- oh, Sammy! -- you go right back to being a virgin!’

‘S-shut up! Just hurry up, everyone is still in the bunker you know!’ His hands raked up and down the older Winchester's back. Crescents and deep red strokes painted Dean’s back. His legs wrapped securely around Dean’s waist, grabbing him close and gasping and panting and moaning.

Mary walked away, still hearing the groans coming from both of her sons. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around any of it, and she sighed. She needed a drink.

🌻

Sam and Dean came out of the room shortly afterwards, and entered the kitchen to get something to eat, where Mary was sitting at the table as if she was expecting them.

‘Boys?’ She started. ‘Do you want to tell me anything?’

The brothers looked at each other confused.

‘No… did you want to tell us something?’ Dean asked.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yeah, we’re sure.’ Sam’s mouth became a thin line. ‘Unless you want to tell us something?’

‘How long have you two been together?’ She asked, and noticed the small twitch in both of them.

‘I mean,’ Dean chuckled lightly. ‘We’ve been together since birth and--’

‘Siblings don’t exactly fuck each other.’ She started, then winced at how badly it was worded. ‘I mean, you two do know it’s incest, right?’

Sam started sniffling, crossing his arms tight and Dean’s eyes started watering up.

‘I’m sorry, Mary.’ He stated, and the older Winchesters eyes opened wide. ‘Im sorry.’

‘The hell, Sammy? I’m not!’ He came in front of him, making Sam uncross his arms, and wrapping it around his neck, while Dean wrapped his arms around his waist. ‘Hey, I’m not sorry for falling in love with you, there ain’t nothing wrong with the way we are. You and I were made for each other, this relationship is perfect in it’s imperfect messed up way. I’m not sorry for loving you, and waking up to you every morning makes me the happiest person alive. I love you, Sammy.’

Sam looked Dean in the eyes, moving and kissing the older Winchester slowly and Mary stood there silently. Sam broke it apart, needing air and simply rested his forehead against his. They both stood there, as if they we’re the only two people in existence, hands now intertwined with each other.

‘I love you, Dean. I love you so much.’ Sam whispered for Dean.

‘I love you too.’

The two of them stood there for a couple more minutes while Mary watched, not saying a word, then breaking the silence. ‘Boys.’

‘Listen,’ Dean turned to look at his mom, tears streaming down his face. He stood to Sam’s left, gripping Sam’s hand tightly. ‘This--this is who your sons are. In a gay, incestous relationship with each other--but I love Sam and I will not break up with him--’

‘What? No, boys! I’m happy for you!’ Mary chuckled. That’s why those two dorks were crying. ‘This wasn’t exactly how I imagined your life to be, nor did I imagine your lives becoming this way, but I am happy for you two.’

The two of them started crying harder, and Mary smiled. ‘C’mere, you two idiots.’

The two of them leaned their heads on Mary’s shoulder, gripping her tightly and yet still cried because she loved them and accepted them and that was all that really mattered.

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oh my god this is perfect mixture of hilarious and adorable. i love that both of them immediately pretended they were with cas, and jack had me laughing out loud with every word. you write their interactions so well!!

poor boys, though, immediately expecting the worst from mary :c im glad she took it well and they got to have their moment (even tho it looks like they totally forgot she was there lmao)

you are so good at humor and i’m so dead from all these winchester family feels 😭 you’re amazing ily 🥰

#12daysofwincestmas #submission #wincestmas #wincestmas anon #wincest #supernatural #ficlet

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