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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Out of love - E.M

hey loves, how is everyone?? okay so, i’m in a sad mood so i’ve done some angst for you guys because why not 😍 also, why does tumblr put such big gaps between my paragraphs💀 anyways, enjoy tehe <3

you and Eddie had been together for just over a year. during that time he'd been nothing but a loving and caring boyfriend and you would never change a thing about him. everyone at school would call him the freak which got on your nerves because he most definitely, to you, was not one. you were a cheerleader, the queen of Hawkins High and everyone was shocked when you walked into school hand-in-hand with him last year. yeah people looked at you differently but you didn't really care, he was your main focus and that's all that mattered. you had thought that your relationship was the most perfect thing ever, till it wasn't.

it was a Friday night and you were on the phone with your best friend Chrissy. she had been nothing but a supportive friend when you made the decision to tell Eddie your feelings and you were grateful she wasn't like the other girls on the cheer team who practically disowned you. "you nervous for the game? i am. that solo is terrifying me" you said, twirling the cord around your finger as you spoke. "you'll be fine" she said quite abruptly. you'd noticed these past few weeks she had been very rude and distant, like you'd done something wrong. your eyes widened slightly as she spoke, she's never been like this.

"everything okay?" you asked, hoping she'd finally tell you what was wrong with her. " 'm fine. i have to go bye" and with that, she ended the call, not giving you a chance to say goodbye. she'd been weird. so weird that even Amanda, another friend of yours had noticed it. you put the phone back on the hook and stood there, only wanting to see Eddie and tell him how you were feeling. Chrissy had never been like this and Eddie was one of the few people you could talk to.

usually on a Friday you would be and Eddie's house watching a horror movie. it would be every Friday, you'd be cuddled up on the sofa, you absolutely terrified of the film whilst Eddie laughed at you, always saying 'he'd protect you no matter what' which always gave you some sort of comfort. however today, you hadn't seen Eddie to talk about what you were going to do and if you were coming round to see him.

you decided after being bored out of your mind to go see him. you loved surprising him and so did he. his face would always light up as soon as he saw you in his trailer and would rush to bring you in a hug. you walked to the front door, slipping on your shoes and walked out the door. you called out to your mum that you were going to see Eddie and with that you closed the front door and picked up your bike.

you didn't have a car yet as you were scared to get your license so you'd either bike to Eddie's trailer or beg him to pick you up in his van. Eddie, luckily, didn't live to far away from you, it was about a ten minute bike ride from your house. the whole bike journey there you kept thinking of how Chrissy had been acting around you and how much you missed Eddie. you couldn't wait to just vent to him and he'd just be there, comforting you. you were in desperate need for one of his hugs. his hugs were one of your favourite things about him. his hugs always were filled with love and warmth and just made you feel so much better.

when you finally arrived to Eddie's trailer, you saw his van was parked outside meaning he was definitely home. you parked your bike outside and opened the door, seeing no Eddie sat on the sofa, you didn't see him in the kitchen either. this was just weird. you walked to his bedroom and saw the bedroom door was closed. it was hardly ever closed, only when Wayne was home. your heart dropped as you heard moans coming from inside the bedroom that most deformity were not coming from him.

you closed your eyes, hoping you'd been imagining whatever you had been hearing and then opened them again. you put your hand on the door knob and opened the door. there he was, in bed with Chrissy. you gasped, making both their heads turned toward you, Chrissy's eyes widened and Eddie had a guilty look on his face. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. you'd never felt heartbreak like it. your best friend and boyfriend were in bed together. your eyes filled with tears as you looked at the scene in front of you.

"y/n, sweetheart, this isn't what it looks like" Eddie said, sliding off Chrissy and slipping on his boxers that had been discarded on his bedroom floor. "is this why you've been avoiding me Chrissy? so you could fuck my boyfriend?" she looked down at the bedsheet before opening her mouth to talk. "you know what, i don't wanna hear it actually. i'm so glad you guys found each other" you said, turning around, letting your tears cascading down your cheeks.

both of them, the two people you trusted the most, betraying you. Eddie quickly got dressed, slipping on his shoes as he chased you out of the trailer. you left your bike outside, not wanting to be there any longer. you walked as quickly as you could, wrapping your arms around yourself as you silently sobbed, the thought of those two together filling your mind. "y/n, baby please wait" you heard, you knew it was Eddie. you felt his hand grab your arm, spinning you around to face him.

"y/n. you have to listen to me, it's not what it looked like" he said, putting his hands on your cheeks, wiping your tears. you pushed him away, ignoring the hurt look on his face once you did that. "what was it then Eddie? your dick just accidentally made its way into her vagina? wow thanks for enlightening me. you're an arsehole, leave me alone" you said, turning around to walk back home. this time Eddie ran to get in front of you, blocking you from walking down the path.

he spoke up, grabbing ahold of your hand "baby please-" "don't call me that. how could you do that to me huh? did this year mean nothing to you? do you know what it was like for me to even date you in the first place? i'd hear people i don't even know talk about me, 'oh, the queen of Hawkins High dating the freak, that's so weird, why is she dating him, she could do so much better, isn't he a cult leader? maybe she's a cult leader too, maybe she's a satanic worshiper. she's just as much of a freak as he is.'" you said, quoting what people would say about you in the hallways as you walked to your locker.

"but i didn't care because those people didn't know me, they didn't know us and i thought for once maybe someone actually genuinely liked me for me. i'd never listen to those shitty comments because i never saw you as a freak or a cult leader or any of those horrible things people would say about you because you were my Eddie. my sweet Eddie who was loving and caring and didn't sleep with my best friend behind my back" you sobbed, seeing his eyes fill with guilt and shame.

"i wanted us to be forever" you whispered, feeling his hand come up to your cheek again, stroking it gingerly. "we still can be y/n. we can just pretend like it never happened and we can go back to how we were before we did that-" he said tears falling from his eyes as he spoke, hoping you'd agree and be with him but you didn't. you shook your head as more tears fell down your face. "how long have you been fucking her Eddie" you whispered cutting off his sentence, pain filling your body as you spoke. "two weeks" he said looking down at the floor, your breathing stuttered, heart dropping to the floor as he said that. two whole weeks and you didn’t even realise. how could you be so stupid?

"i never want to see you again. don't call me, don't stop by my house, don't come into Family Video when i'm working just leave me alone. i hope she was worth it Eddie because i'll never forgive you for what you've done." you sobbed, pushing him out of the way as you starting walking home again, ignoring his eyes burning into the back of your head. "i love you y/n" he shouted out to you but you ignored him. you knew if you turned back around you'd forgive him and love him again but you couldn't do that. you deserved so much better than do be cheated on.

Eddie let his hands run through his hair as he watched you walk away, guilt eating him alive. he's hurt you and he hated himself for it. how could he do that to such a beautiful and kind girl like you? he sniffled and wiped his tears, turning around to walk back to his trailer, seeing Chrissy standing in the doorway. "i need you to leave" he said, brushing past her as he walked into his trailer to sit on the couch, feeling more and more guilty by the minute. "what? leave? how will i get home?" Chrissy asked, confusion laced in her tone.

"i don't care, i don't wanna speak to you, i don't wanna be near you just leave" he said, growing angry. "Eddie you can't be mad at me" she said, standing in front of him. "yes i can Chrissy. you've ruined my relationship" he shouted, making her startle and take a step back. she wasn't having this. "i think you're forgetting Eddie that i wasn't the only one who ruined it, you did as well. i may have instigated it but you didn't have to follow through. keep believing your own lies asshole" she said, walking out the trailer and slamming the door shut. he sat there astonished. she was right. he could have said no and you'd be there with him in his arms as you watched horror movies but no, he was sat on the sofa alone, drowning in his own guilt.

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naavispider · 1 year

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Could you do a one-shot between Quaritch and Spider about a thunderstorm? Spider is frightened from the loud bangs caused by the thunderstorm and has a hard time falling asleep. Spider shrieks from fear and Quaritch hears it and notices it coming from his son. He comforts him and both fall asleep together.

This is very similar to another ask I got, which I was typing my response to but TUMBLR decided to DELETE it instead of saving as a draft 😤 (lesson learned, never type long answers straight onto tumblr)

Spider had experienced his fair share of storms. The thunderstorms in the forest had been rare but terrifying. He remembered that one really bad one that flooded sector C of Hell's Gate - the science guys were totally freaked out, though they'd tried not to show it to Spider. He'd huddled in his room, plugging in his music as loud as it could go while the wind and the rain pounded against his window. The noise couldn't drown out the booming claps of thunder that could shake Spider down to his bones. He used to close his eyes against the lightning, wondering every time if this was the final blow - if Eywa had finally had enough of the human base on her planet. Surely this was her retribution against them. Spider couldn't think what else could possibly cause weather as terrifying as this.

So when the first rumble of thunder echoed around the demon ship, Spider froze. They were on deck, and the recoms had been saying for a while that a storm was brewing. They'd seen it on the satellite data, and the ship's crew were all preparing for the assault. Quaritch reassured him that the ship was built to weather conditions like this, but Spider hadn't missed the look he gave Wainfleet immediately after.

The clouds had darkened to a deep grey, and the choppy water reflected the anger from above. When the wind began to pick up, Quaritch called the squad together to retreat down below. They packed up their makeshift camp on the deck, and brought everything inside. As Spider had nothing, he mostly watched, but he made sure that Quaritch had packed the ukulele.

"Get in there, go," Quaritch spurred him on, gently pushing Spider into the airlock just as the first real boom sounded from the heavens. Spider didn't say a word as the squad made their way to the rec room - the largest indoor room that could easily fit all of them - while staying out of the way of the crew who were going to have their work cut out.

"Well this is gonna be fun..." Savine remarked as she plopped herself down against the side of the couch, bringing out her tablet. "Do we know how long it's gonna last?"

Lyle had opened his own tablet. "Looks like a few hours," he muttered, scanning the moving, colourful swirls on the map. Spider could see the data too, and despite not knowing anything about weather patterns, it didn't look good. This was going to be a big one.

Quaritch handed him the spare tablet. "Here, kid. Amuse yourself however you see fit - and buckle down."

How reassuring.

Spider took the screen and made his way over to the gap between two of the nailed in couches. There was a space just big enough for him to slide into, and he wriggled his way in, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting the tablet on them. He scrolled through the shows on the only app that didn't require iris scanning to open, finally deciding to try a new one called Pinky and the Brain. For a while, the colourful images were enough to distract him. He liked the story, although Pinky did seem a bit dumb. The Brain was definitely his favourite character so far.

When the rain started to patter the tiny windows, Spider began to tense up, and found it even harder to concentrate when the pattering slowly increased in ferocity, eventually morphing into sheets of water that hammered the sides of the ship. The noise was almost loud enough to drown out the cartoon. The recoms were having to raise their voices just to be heard as they sat it out. Spider glanced around anxiously, taking a small amount of comfort in the fact that nobody seemed to be panicking.

Unfortunately, Quaritch caught his eye. "Relax, kid," he said, his eyes raking over Spider's tensed up form, his slightly widened eyes. "You look like you're about to be eaten."

Spider glared at the man. He returned his gaze to the cartoon, but it was no longer enough to distract him from the rain and the now howling wind that was beginning to sway the ship. He grasped a shaky hand onto the side of the couch that he was wedged between, trying to steady himself as the floor rocked upwards, then down again. He breathed out slowly through clenched teeth, trying to relax.

"Shit!" he jumped as another clap of thunder roared through the room.

The rest of the recoms were either laying down chatting, or still attempting to get some admin done on their tablets. However, even the most determined of them had to give that up as the rocking of the boat increased and they were forced to steady themselves as best they could.

"If anyone vomits I swear to God I will throw you overboard!" Savine called.

Fuck, what was happening? Spider knew Quaritch had been very reassuring about the strength of the ship, but this seemed crazy. Spider knew how big these storms could get, and they were bad enough in the forest - sheltered by the canopy and not in imminent danger of sinking. Out here? On the ocean? Spider didn't want to think about it. What happened if the ship sank? What happened if they were struck by lightening? Dread pooled in his stomach as he tried to push down the nausea accumulating at the back of his throat.

He was going to die.

"You're fine," came a low voice in front of him.

Spider opened his eyes.

Quaritch was on the floor next to him, and reaching a hand out to place on Spider's leg. The recom's face was earnest - sincere.

"The ship's prepared for storms like these, this ain't its first rodeo. It's gonna pass, all we have to do is wait it out."

Spider swallowed, torn between his existential fear and something that felt like embarrassment. He didn't want to seem like a scared little kid.

"I'm f-fine," he stuttered, but his whole body was tensed up, including his jaw.

"Uh-huh," Quaritch said, appraising him.

"Piss off," was what came out of Spider's mouth. Wait, he didn't mean that. Why did he say that?

Quaritch raised his eyebrows in a surprised and questioning stare.

Spider felt the urge to apologise. But no, he hadn't lost all of his pride - not yet. "Just... just tell me when this will be over," he said.

Quaritch waited a moment before replying. "Probably a few more hours yet, kid."

Fantastic.

His face must have betrayed his hopelessness, because Quaritch squeezed Spider's knee. "I promise, it's alright."

Spider looked up at the man, unconvinced, but didn't reply. He didn't want to open his mouth in case something unintentionally rude came out again.

Quaritch removed his hand from Spider's knee, and reached back across the floor to pick up his own tablet. However, for the next two hours he stayed on the floor next to where Spider had braced himself. Spider wasn't sure if this was a coincidence or not, but he was grateful for it anyway.

With Quaritch beside him, he knew there was no reason to fear. Quaritch was not a stupid or naive man. He couldn't see the Colonel sitting idly by while a life-threatening storm tore up the ship. If there really was any danger, Spider knew that Quaritch would evacuate them, or come up with a plan.

And that night... That night Spider finally realised that he trusted Quaritch.

#spider miles socorro #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #colonel quaritch #avatar the way of water #one shot #request

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evilkitten3 · 3 months

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Kakashi, 3 9 and 23

(tumblr decided to log me out right as i was about to respond to this i freaking hate this site gah)

ok, kakashi time!!

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

in shippuden kakashi tells naruto to keep quiet about what tobi told them concerning the uchiha massacre until they knew more (which does make sense, and i absolutely understand his decision even if i don't really agree with it) but then he never. actually tried to learn more about it. like bro the government you work for may have ordered the massacre of your student's entire family and you aren't. you aren't at all interested in following up on that? granted things got a bit out of hand, but then he became hokage. so. no excuse for that as far as i'm concerned.

by the time he bumped into sasuke right after danzou exploded himself, he already knew what tobi had said, and instead of trying to actually talk to sasuke - who is visibly having a breakdown of some kind - about that, he just. comes to the conclusion that now it's up to him to finish the job. of genocide.

on top of that, sakura not knowing the truth about the massacre is what led her to believe sasuke was insane and she had to kill him so he didn't kill naruto (or worse, force naruto to kill him), and kakashi could have at any point brought this up. if he was determined to keep sakura in the dark, he could've told sasuke "she doesn't know" or something, which sasuke probably wouldn't have cared about regardless but would've at least clued sakura in to the fact that something was up.

like idk if it ever occurred to kakashi, but if obito hadn't gotten squooshed, itachi would've killed him too.

so i guess what i don't like is that the kakashi who said "i will never let my comrades die" in the wave arc and who disobeyed tsunade and went after naruto in the retrieval arc turned out to have some conditions on that. gay sharingan rights but only for him, i guess

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

ehhh maybe? i think he could put up with my bs but i don't think i could put up with his. i don't really like being lied to, and while his reasons for being late are funny to see/watch, i'm pretty sure i'd lose my shit if it was happening to me.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

oh there's so many. ....i say that, but when i tried to think of my favorite panels involving kakashi, most of them were actually about someone else (gai or sasuke, typically). but here's a handful of good kakashi moments

...maybe this last one is my favorite tho

~technically that's treason~

#naruto #naruto shippuden #hatake kakashi #meta #i actually had more to say on kakashi than i expected lol #despite the long paragraph of criticism i actually do quite like him #i kinda wish i liked him more tbh bc he's objectively a very interesting and amusing character #unfortunately i'm more invested in the team seven kiddos than the team seven grown-ups (sorry to you too yamato)

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 3 months

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Hi there! Recent follower and quickly becoming a fan of your works<3

I am writing this partially as a fan mail but also to know if I am mentally sound. Becoz I sw I read your addition to the tex x John x reader fic, where tex joins in and is his annoying ruthless sadistic self. I remember the details of the scene enough to think- dayum I cannot have hallucinated that?! But this fic has been such a brainrot since you guys started posting that I might just have.

Like genuinely 90℅ of the reason I am opening tumblr rn is to frantically check all three of your blogs to know if their is an update. And bless you all's hearts- usually there is! The speed with which you all are writing and the quality of the fic- nit to mention the challenge of it being round table and still maintaining sense (can't think of a better word I hope you understand) IS OUT OF THIS WORLDDDD

I have said this before to @johnwickb1tsch on her ao3 but her Bitersweet fic is what inspired me to watch the John wick series since I hadn't seen any and only read the fic becoz the tags were hilarious. I will now have to watch Swedish Dicks because of this fic.

Love all the hardwork you are putting in this fic and the reader through (>_ o) /-

@treedaddymcpuffpuff @johnwickb1tsch @sweetwolfcupcake

HELLO BEAUTIFUL PERSON. Ummmmm thank you so much for your compliments. It means so freaking much to me that people like what I write. And I love that yall are loving the round robin fic. My co-writers are truly talented, unique peeps and we feed off eachother almost perfectly.

I decided to take the latest installment down because it was a bit too much if you know what I mean? Just bc I wanted everyone to feel more comfortable. I’m sorry for the confusion and my fickle ass 😖.

YOU SHOULD WATCH EVERY KEANU MOVIE!!! Like I know what some people say about his movies/work but I haven’t watched even one I didn’t like besides knock knock but that’s bc I don’t really like Eli Roth’s work bc I’m a horror snob lmaooooo. Def watch the Dicks! But also Street Kings and 100% Speed. Great movies.

But, I’m skipping this round bc I have a nasty virus from working with kids, and my stomach is rioting, so @johnwickb1tsch will most likely be doing the latest update I think.

thank you so much, friend❤️ily!!!!!

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crazy56u · 6 months

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Spoilers, the tags might be relevant here...

Fellas, is it normal to casually admit you have mentally worked out how a certain issue of a certain comic could've ended differently had the writers involved wanted to kill off a certain character?

Is it normal to just shoot that off on a Tumblr post on a Sunday afternoon?

So yeah, I'm yet a-fucking-gain talking about IDW #53, and, full disclosure, I may have started fiddling with writing this out.

So, yeah, let's pretend, as a hypothetical, Evan Stanley decided to go fucking wild, and use the fight against Surge as an excuse to kill off Whisper, how the fuck would that work?

Well, the major change is the easiest: Sonic and Tails show up late.

With the benefit of hindsight, it is practically a literal fucking miracle that, even though Sonic and Tails' house got fucked up during the badnik riot going into Issue #50, the computer managed to avoid getting broke.

Now, granted, by the time Jewel contacted Tails, this had happened-

But, hey, Sonic and Tails still managed to speed over to Central City in time to stop Surge from finishing the job, right?

So, let's assume the computer also needed to get fixed, and they didn't get that call from Jewel when they did.

So, Surge just kills Whisper then and there, right? Post over?

No.

Like I said, I have had dark thoughts, and the way this plays out in my head, that would've been ideal:

After getting distracted by her Starline hallucination, Surge remembers "Oh, right, I was about to kill Whisper," and turns her attention back to her; she hadn't yet gotten up, same as in the comic.

In a panic, Cyan tries in vain to protect Whisper, gets absorbed for his trouble. So, literally, it's just the two of them left.

But before deciding to land the blow, Surge decides "You know what, it's not like you're gonna need it after today," and decides as one final stab to take her mask, and wear it.

You know? The thing that can translate Wisps?

So, what do you think would happen if Surge put that on?

If your answer was "sensory overload in the form of five voices screaming at the same time", then yes, that is what would happen...

So, yeah, naturally, hearing all that screaming freaks out Surge, she unknowingly fries Whisper's mask as a result, and after managing to calm down from that, she get really fucking mad, and decides "You know what, fuck being cute," and decides to... well...

Do what she almost did to Sonic three issues later:

She pins her down to the ground, and starts trying to electrocute her to death; it would probably be around here when Sonic and Tails finally show up.

Regardless of how the rest of the confrontation with Surge plays out, the most important thing would be "Holy fuck, Whisper needs to go to the hospital now," and Sonic speeds her over to the nearest one, and she is swiftly put into a hospital bed; she is most likely gonna need heart surgery, but her heart rate needs to settle down first before they can do anything.

So, that's where we currently are: Whisper is in a hospital bed, unconscious and clinging to life, while Surge is dealt with in the background. What happens next?

Enter the other player in this fucked up game.

It is my personal belief that Mimic 100% was nearby in Central City when Whisper and Surge were fighting, and was quietly waiting for Surge to be done so he could finish the job; it's only when Sonic and Tails showed up when they did that he abandoned those plans.

So, in this timeline, that's not what happens.

While Whisper is recovering in the hospital, a nurse quietly enters her room, with the pretense of checking on her.

In reality, this is Mimic, deciding to take advantage of Whisper's already weakened heart.

He fucks with her IV drip, slips out of her room, and by the time he's sneaking out of the hospital, the medical staff are scrambling to try and save their newest patient, who is in the middle of flatlining, but their efforts will ultimately be in vein.

Surge's attack would already caused bare minimum congestive heart failure. Mimic inducing a heart attack would be the nail in the coffin.

And so, to summarize: How would Issue #53 (and technically 54) need to be rewritten if it was decided to kill off Whisper?

Smash Tails' computer beforehand.

#sonic the hedgehog #mimic the octopus #whisper the wolf #surge the tenrec #yes i am once again rewriting the events of that issue #and yes once again i am going dark #buckle the fuck up #sonic idw

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aylacavebear · 2 months

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 19

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2524

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 19

When the dragon crawled into your lap, it helped you relax a little. Plus, it felt nice to see it come over to you instead of interacting with Dean.

You still weren’t sure why it bothered you as much as it did. This whole “getting to know each other” thing made you nervous. Yeah, you enjoyed being around people, making them smile and laugh, but somehow, this felt different. So, you were nervous. Pinpointing why you were nervous was still something you couldn’t quite figure out.

The idea of adding to their grocery list felt strange. You even debated helping to pay for some of the groceries, but for now, keep that to yourself. When Sam mentioned you just going with them to the store, the idea was appealing. Then you thought about the dragon and how that would work. Would it stay at the bunker? It wasn’t like you could take a dragon out in public, no matter how small it was. People would freak out.

It was fairly embarrassing to tell them personal things about you, like reading fanfics on Tumblr. The thought of the things you enjoyed reading on there made you blush slightly, and you just hoped neither of them noticed. Thankfully, though, at least Dean had focused on baking. Although you couldn’t list specific things, so you generalized.

Why did he have to look so damned adorable when he smiled the way he did, you thought to yourself. And the way he chuckled made you want to smile. Then, every time he’d called you sweetheart, it made your heart flutter a little. You pushed it away, though, as best as you could. No point in getting attracted to him, even if you would be staying with them while they figured this whole thing out. You’d already convinced yourself that you were weird, especially after your accident and these two hunted monsters.

Finding out that Dean loved pie like he did gave you an idea. There weren’t many ways you could contribute or show your gratitude for what they were doing for you, so you decided to bake for them. It was simple enough, and it was something you loved doing. Now, with your powers increasing, it might even be easier.

Finally finding a little courage, you asked about the sigils. You understood Sam's reasoning; it made tons of sense. But what Dean said made you smile a little; you just couldn’t help it. Plus, he looked really, really good with how he leaned back in his chair. Again, you shook the image from your mind, trying to focus back on the conversation.

Watching the interactions between the brothers was adorable. The little things where they were different and how they would get playfully frustrated with each other made you giggle or laugh internally, though. Their laughter was pleasant. Laughter was something you’d been missing over the last few days. Sharing why you were nervous was more nerve-wracking than anything.

It wasn’t until Dean said you were their kind of weird that you finally began to truly relax and genuinely smile, even if it was small. The two full beers and now your third were also helping you relax more. The dragon stayed asleep in your lap the entire time; its presence alone helped you relax further.

A half-hour later, Sam was picking on his brother about books, “You’d rather watch something than read, and you miss all the little details. The books are far better,” Sam insisted.

Dean leaned forward in his chair, “I don’t need all those things. The show is fine, and I get the important stuff,” he argued.

“It depends on the book and the show. What one are you two arguing over?” you asked curiously. This was clearly something they’d argued over before.

“Game of Thrones. The books are far better,” Sam insisted.

“I’d still rather have the visuals,” Dean chuckled.

You did your best not to laugh at both of them, “I can understand both sides. Although, having read the books and watched the show, you do understand more than if you only do one or the other,” you told them, giggling a little before taking a sip of your beer.

“That’s a lot of books, Sweetheart. I’ll stick to the show,” Dean replied, and his playful smirk made you smile again.

“See, that’s what I mean. You just dismiss reading, so you’re missing out,” Sam argued, and you could tell it was playful.

“I’ll read all day, for a case, but if I can watch something, I’d rather do that,” Dean stated, attempting to end the conversation on the matter.

You couldn’t contain your laughter at that point. Both of them were adorable, and so was their brotherly bond. As the conversation continued, you shared a bit about yourself. Yeah, you were still a little nervous about it, but alcohol was called liquid courage for a reason, and it was helping greatly.

“So, how come you live in the house you do?” Dean finally asked you, sounding curious.

The question threw you off, and your smile faded, “It’s been my home for so long, I don’t know, I just didn’t know where else to go,” you answered a bit quietly. Part of you felt embarrassed about your home, especially after seeing how the brothers lived.

“Why not use your powers? Change it up?” Dean asked her.

Sam looked between the two. He had only seen the outside, although you were pretty sure that Dean had told him how your home looked on the inside. “I didn’t want to bring attention to myself. Only having a part-time job, I wasn’t sure how I’d explain the changes to the few friends I had.” You tried not to sound embarrassed, but it came out anyway.

“Makes sense. What about your family, though? They know you have powers,” Dean asked.

You shrugged a little, “I like my job and the people I work with… but…” you began, then trailed off, looking down at your beer. “With the King of Hell after me, not sure there is a safe place anymore.” Your tone had gotten quiet as the realization hit you. Where could you go at this point? You didn’t want to endanger your family, so that was out.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you sad,” Dean told you softly, leaning a little further forward.

When you saw him slowly reaching his hand toward yours, you held onto your beer and leaned back in your seat, putting more distance between the two of you. You did notice how he sighed and leaned back, though.

“It’s just… I don’t want to put them or anyone in danger because of me,” you replied, sipping your beer.

“Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like,” Dean told you, making a smile play across your lips.

Part of you did miss your home, your friends at work, and the solitude your home had given you. However, you also began to enjoy being at the bunker with the brothers. You weren’t used to living with people and were still in the adjustment phase. With getting to know them more, you were hoping that things might feel less tense. After another half hour, your sides hurt from laughing so much. You couldn’t figure out how the dragon was sleeping through it all. Five beers was your limit, and you were on your fifth. Things were going amazing up until Sam said what he did about someone called Rowena. Your mood instantly tanked, excusing yourself to bed the moment you finished your beer.

You scooped up the sleeping dragon and made it to your room, only slightly wobbly on your feet. Once your door was closed, you set the dragon on the side of your bed and changed into pajamas. Climbing under the covers, you just sat there momentarily, wrapping your arms around your legs.

Could Rowena get into the bunker? Am I even safe here anymore? Am I putting the brothers in danger just by being here? Would the witch do the spell without consent? What would I even do if she did that?

Too many questions raced through your mind, even allowing a couple of tears to slip from your eyes. You wiped them away and turned off your lamp, then got comfortable on your side facing the sleeping dragon.

“I don’t want them to be in danger because of me,” you whispered, setting your hand on the dragon’s back.

An image of bubbles played in your mind. All kinds of different bubbles: soap bubbles, the kind that kids make with those bottles of bubbles from the store, bubbles in bodies of water, bubbles in a boiling pot of water, bubbles you make when you blow in a straw in chocolate milk. You furrowed your brow and looked at the sleeping dragon.

“Bubbles,” you said quietly, then rolled your eyes, remembering earlier. Dean had called her that after he’d given her bacon. If you weren’t as emotional as you were at the moment, you might have gone down a different thought path than the one that took over your mind. Anger hit you first, along with jealousy, all aimed at Dean. With all that had happened over the last week, you really weren’t thinking clearly; right now, anger was easier. The alcohol wasn’t helping either.

Bubbles shifted a bit in her sleep, stretching some and getting comfortable again, closer to you. You wanted to talk to Astaria again but at the same time, you didn’t. Then, you wanted to cry but didn’t do that either. The anger was easier to hold onto, almost making you feel grounded.

Morning came far too soon. You hadn’t dreamt that night, and it was only after five in the morning, according to the clock on the night table.

“Why can’t I just sleep in,” you grumbled just as Bubbles jumped on your chest, looking down at you like a happy puppy.

You giggled and began petting it, “What? Are you hungry?” you asked her, smiling a little.

You were still angry, but not like you were the night before. When Bubbles tilted her head, and you had an image of a forest come to your mind, you realized what she needed.

“Ohh, you need to go outside,” you said quietly, wondering if you could even do that.

Bubbles vigorously nodded her head, making you giggle again. “Can you use the toilet? I’m not sure I can take you outside or if it’s safe.”

She tilted her head as if she had no clue what you were talking about. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

You used your powers, changing into jeans, a tank top, and a red flannel, leaving it unbuttoned, then headed down the hall to the bathroom, Bubbles flying and keeping up with you. The idea of showing a dragon how to use a toilet had only come to mind due to funny cat videos you’d seen of cats using the bathroom.

Bubbles watched you, her head tilted, and she looked puzzled and curious. You could barely stifle your laughter at the entire situation. When you finished, you flushed the toilet, then looked over at her as she was perched on the countertop.

“Your turn. Think you can attempt it?” you asked her.

She looked from you to the toilet and then back at you, making you giggle quietly, “Want me to wait outside?” She nodded, so you waited out in the hall, trying not to laugh.

The toilet flushed moments later, and then the door opened. You glanced over as Bubbles hopped down off the counter and joined you in the hallway, “Feel better?” you asked, stifling another giggle.

Bubbles nodded, so you headed to the kitchen, figuring the brothers were still sleeping, with her flying alongside you. While the coffee brewed, you began writing out a list of items that you’d need for baking. You still wanted to do that, even if you were still feeling annoyed at Dean knowing your familiar's name before you did.

When you got up to get a cup of coffee, Bubbles hopped onto the floor, went to the fridge, and looked at you. The word “food” came to mind, but you weren’t hungry, so you sat back down at the table, returning to the list you had been working on.

Bubbles got annoyed at your stubbornness, but you missed the dragon roll its eyes. She walked over to you and tugged on your jeans, causing you to look down at her. “What?” you asked her, having no clue what she wanted.

She looked over at the fridge and then back up at you, “Are you hungry or something?” She nodded at your question and went back over to the refrigerator, then waited for you.

As you joined her at the fridge, opening it up, you peered inside, wondering what dragons even ate. What you didn’t notice was that Bubbles was already opening one of the bottom drawers and pulled out a green apple. She held it in her hands as she flew over to the bench seat next to where you’d been sitting earlier.

“So, what do you want?” you asked, looking down.

When you didn’t see her, you got a puzzled look and glanced around the kitchen, barely seeing her head above the edge of the table. Closing the fridge, you were still puzzled but shrugged it off and went back to the task of the list. Bubbles had been watching you as you wrote down items on your list. Then, it jumped up on the table and took the pen from you, setting its apple on the table.

“It’s a pen. You use it to write things,” you told her, chuckling a little.

Bubbles flipped over the piece of paper and attempted to write. It was clear that writing was something she had never done before, as it looked like the scribbles of a toddler. She glared at you, and you did your best not to laugh, no matter how cute she looked.

“It takes time to learn how to write,” you told her, then thought for a moment, “Come with me into the library.”

With that, you got up, grabbed your coffee, and headed into the library. There were still books strewn across the tables, so you used your powers, stacking them up neatly in a few piles. Then, you created some things to help Bubbles learn how to write. You weren’t quite sure how much she could understand, so you went with the basics: the alphabet and kindergarten stuff, along with a pad of paper and a pencil so she could erase.

You sighed and sat in one of the chairs, wondering why she wasn’t communicating with you telepathically. Then, the anger flared back up because she’d communicated with Dean the day before, at least her name. You didn’t know about the other stuff. Using your powers, you retrieved the list you’d left on the kitchen table, along with the pen. Then, you continued your list while having coffee, and Bubbles taught herself how to write.

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pixiemage · 1 year

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I've just realized that when Traffic Life Season 4 comes out, it will be the FIRST time I'll be able to watch it live, episode-by-episode, and react with everyone else.

I hadn't even been an active part of the MCYT when 3rd Life came out, and I was in the midst of my massive Hermitcraft all-POV binge during the break between HC S8 and S9. After I finished HC S7, I decided to watch the Life series before jumping into S8...and as a result I was just starting to watch Last Life when Double Life began. I never got to watch it live.

Fun Fact: my first ever Team Rancher fic was written after DL ended, but I had never seen a SINGLE episode of DL (or Empires) when I wrote it. Every Empires and DL reference I made was based ENTIRELY on things I had learned from Tumblr. I think I did a pretty damn good job if I do say so myself ;)

But this time? THIS TIME I get to watch it LIVE because I've already SEEN the first three seasons, which means I get the full experience and I'm so freaking excited!!!

#Trafficblr #Traffic Life SMP #3rd Life SMP #Double Life SMP #Hermitcraft #Team Rancher

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lieslab · 16 days

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Hi, so just a disclaimer, I AM A MINOR (14) so it is completely up to you if you'll answer this. I want to clarify that I only interact with your and other sfw posts, I'm not rlly comfy with seeing nsfw post since it just makes me feel icky lmao, anyways. ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, sorry for any wrong spellings, typos or anything incorrect.

So uh another warning, idk where this actually classifies as but to put it in simple, slightly creepy teacher. I think I'll send this to a couple of blogs, but I'm gonna start off with here since I feel most safest here.

So, I have this IT teacher. I know him since, the obvious, he teaches at my school and I was also in coding class in 7th grade, which he was the supervising teacher for that extracurricular.

In 7th grade, back when I was still in my coding class, he called the kids up one by one to sign the attendance paper to make sure the kids were all there (it's just something that my school does) and when it came to me, he asked me questions about why I decided to join, it would've been normal, but the thing is, he only asked me. No other kid in the class which already made me slightly warry of him for that.

He also would would pay more attention to me and my friend in the class (one of the few only girls in the class) and would just check in on us a lot more than he would with the guys.

Another thing is that, when I first went into 7th grade, my sister (who used to go to my school) warned me not to get too close to this IT teacher, since even when she was in school he paid "special attention" to a few kids (specially female).

Another interaction with him that made me have fucking alarms blaring was earlier in 8th grade (the grade I'm in now), we had his class and he came up to my desk, leaned into my ear with a hand on my shoulder, and whispered "you should join coding again this year, it's a good learning opportunity for you", and ofc as the logical person I am, I felt disgusted bcus why did he have to go so close??? (And I ended up joining English club lol).

The most recent one that happened was this one time after school, my parents hadn't picked me up yet, so I was waiting on the second floor of my school near the teachers lounge, playing a game. Now this IT teacher walked pass me, greeted me slightly while asking what I was doing, I told him "playing a game" as he went to the teachers lounge, after that, he came out and walked closer to me and then leaned in too close for comfort towards my face, just to look at my screen and asked what I was playing, then laughed and walked away.

The last two rlly freaked me out bcus he got rlly close, he hasnt done something extreme and just got to close a couple of times, it's not just me that he'd be way to overly comfy to, the whole of 9th and 8th grade basically label him as the "creepy teacher". Idk what I should honestly, everytime I go to school or have his class I always feel scared tbh, and I also can't rlly do bcus it's not liks I can report him. He hasn't done anything extreme and I don't have any prove of anything.

Do you think I'm just over exaggerating this whole thing? I mean he might just a be a lonely or what's ppl to have him as his favorite teacher.

Sorry it's so long, and it's completely fine if you don't wanna answer

-🌙 anon

I'm glad you're only interacting with specific posts because some of the stuff on Tumblr is definitely not suited for minors. Please never apologize for your English because it's very, very, very good. Hearing that you feel the safest here means the world to me because I've always wanted to create a safe space.

This situation is complex because on one hand, he really isn't committing a crime or anything. However, yes, it definitely is creepy and it feels gross and disgusting. I don't understand why people have a lack of personal space, especially considering that you're a minor.

If your sister warned you, maybe you might feel comfortable bringing this to her attention? You deserve some real life validation for this because it's so gross and unnerving. As an adult, I don't think you should ever put your hands on a child unless they're doing something extreme like physically fighting another student and need to be restrained.

I don't really talk about it, but I have a younger sibling who I basically parent that's around your age. If they came to me and announced a teacher was acting like this around them, I'd be livid. Could it just be an overly-friendly guy? Yes, but this could also be the beginning stages of a potential grooming scenario.

If I were you, I'd stay as far away from him as possible. I don't think you can do that because you mentioned attending his class. Stick tight to your friends and, at least, try not to end up alone with him. I know you can't prevent that like during the time he found you waiting to get home, but if I were you, I'd keep your answers as simple as possible and seem disinterested. Groomers often attempt to try to gain trust from their victims.

It's unfortunate that the school hasn't investigated. If I was in charge and found out that there were rumors of a creepy teacher, I'd investigate that. Maybe you could bring it to the attention of staff members, anonymously? Perhaps an email or anonymous letters of people that have had weird experiences. If there's a teacher you trust and really like, maybe you could start there?

If there are multiple instances of other kids having issues with this man, if he's being creepy and touching them, saying weird things, etc, maybe the school would be forced to investigate if there were multiple complaints.

Whether you choose to try to bring it to their attention or not, it's a very scary and concerning situation. I'm sorry you have to go through that because no child deserves to feel unsafe at school. Please be careful, darling. If it escalates, please, please, please tell an adult that you trust in your life. I can only do so much over the internet because I'm not physically there. Please be safe <3

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teoktokki · 3 months

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Hello all! This is gonna be a wild one for my first Tumblr post, but hey, when the hazbin brain rot happens you gotta feed the noggin. Anyways, this was inspired by an artist on here (I cannot remember their name), I ADORED their lovebug fan art and decided to make a fanfic about it!

Trigger warnings: implied alcohol or drug usage (Val), dubious consent

While he didn't know how it had happened, Valentino was tied with all 4 of his hands behind his back. He was on his knees, face against the ground. It was fairly likely that whatever drug he was on had blacked him out or he drank too much. All he knew was that he couldn't remember anything and his head was groggy. Typically, he wouldn't panic in these situations. I mean, he was a powerful overlord that almost everyone feared! Except for, of course, Vox and Velvette. And that scary short chiquita he met at one of his clubs. It was when he heard that familiar voice, that a small amount of panic arose in his chest.

It wasn't bothersome, he could just release himself from whatever was bonding him, or so he had thought. Whatever it was holding his hands together wouldn't budge. He could hear the voice of the much shorter demon giggling. He wasn't scared of her hurting him, she just freaked him out a little. I mean, upon first meeting him she both tried to bite him and ripped out some of his fuzz, so it's clear he would be a little freaked. He knew he was stronger than her, it was the fact that she didn't care that bothered him.

Nonetheless, he was powerless in this situation. With the way he was tied, he couldn't use his smoke, wings, arms, legs, nothing. He was stuck in one place. Honestly, he had to applaud her for that much. While he couldn't move, the ropes caused him no pain, he wondered where she had learned such bondage from. After hearing another giggle, he felt a sharp rush of pain on his right ass cheek. Did this bitch really just spank him? It wasn't long before he felt the same sharp pain but harder.

“You're always such a bad boyyyy, you need to be punished!~” She giggled yet again. It made Valentino wonder if she ever stopped doing that creepy ass giggle. He was able to turn his head enough to see behind him. He noticed the full suit of latex, and even given his situation thought it was sexy. It was then that he noticed the decently sized strap Niffty was wearing. It wasn't too big, but compared to her small frame it looked huge. It was only about 7 inches, but she was only around 2-3 feet tall. It wasn't a size he couldn't handle, but he wasn't sure if he wanted this demon to peg him. While he didn't believe in being gentle with his stars and bitches, and he wasn’t frightened by anal, he wasn't sure how well this would go with her. Either way, he would've preferred to be the top, even though it likely would've broke Niffty for such a large demon to be fucking her.

He felt another whack from the whip, and then heard it drop to the ground. “Just what do you think you're doing, chiquita?” He grumbled, becoming irritated with his situation. Looking back at Niffty, he could see her standing on top of a stool. With Valentino’s height difference compared to her, it was the only way she could reach his ass fully, even though he was on his knees. She was dumping a bottle of lube onto her strap, shaking the bottle to get more out but shockingly not getting any on the floor. She was still giggling like a maniac, honestly, she hadn't stopped, Valentino just blocked it out with his own thoughts. Not that he spent very much time thinking. He just wanted his arms out of these bonds, I mean, it'd be embarrassing for anyone else to find out that he was overpowered by some underling of the radio demon.

Then, Valentino felt that familiar pleasure. He could feel her slowly slip the strap on into him, it almost reminded him of the first time Vox had tried to top him, which later ended in Valentino riding him until Vox couldn't produce any more cum. She was being oddly gentle with him, or so he thought. Niffty just wasn't used to pegging someone so large, she was having a hard time finding the right angle, but once she found it she began to thrust into him swiftly. Her speed was unmatched by the average demon. He just let out another grumble at the feeling, trying not to let out a moan, he couldn't let her know just how much he was enjoying this. Niffty wasn't satisfied by how quiet her bad boy was being. I mean, she knew that he just loooooved to talk, so why isn't he being noisy for her now? Well, he started making some noise, just not pretty little moans like Niffty wanted to hear.

Valentino was no virgin, and this certainly was not the first or hundredth time he's had something up his ass, so holding in his moans wasn't much of a problem. “Really? That's the best you can do cariño?~” He said in that sultry and seductive tone he was known for. Niffty’s smile faded for a moment, but she had some other tricks up her sleeve. She changed her angle slightly, and now with each of her quick thrusts she was pounding against his prostate. Valentino practically slammed his head against the ground in pleasure. The sheer speed of the smaller demon hitting his sensitive areas was almost too much for him. I mean, of course it's nothing he hasn't been through before, but it also wasn't something that he was necessarily used to. Sure, he's shoved things up his ass before and has taken dick and strap from Vox or Velvette but this was a little different. Sure, larger things were up his ass before and he could definitely match Niffty’s speed, but it was a whole other thing to have someone fucking you in the ass like this. I mean, the pleasure had him drooling.

He had to keep up the act. “Awww c'mon amorcito, I'm getting bored just sitting here~” He hummed. Niffty frowned yet again, her eyes turning cold. She stopped thrusting for a moment, pulling out, resulting in a quiet whimper from Valentino. It intrigued her, and as she hopped down from the stool, she picked up something from the ground. It was slightly out of Valentino’s vision, so all he could see was her bent over. He was definitely enjoying the view. The latex bodysuit she was wearing really left nothing up to the imagination either, so he could definitely get used to seeing her in it. He eyed every piece of her flesh as she bent over and stood back up, still unable to see what she was carrying in her hand. She jumped back onto the stool, shoving her strap inside of him once more. Niffty reached over him, grabbing ahold of his cock. Now he was starting to enjoy this, nothing beats having a cute chick rubbing up on your cock.

He felt her slide something onto his dick, a Fleshlight, and one of those electronic ones too. Between Niffty pounding against his prostate and this Fleshlight milking him, he didn't know how much longer he could last. Typically he'd have an unimaginable amount of stamina, but this was just so much for even him to handle. He was getting close, and with that, he let out a moan. Niffty smirked, her eyes lighting up and her smile returning. “Ohhhh so the bad boy does want to make some pretty noises for me!~” She giggled, continuing to thrust into him. It wasn't long before he came, letting out another moan and his breathing became heavy. Despite him already reaching his climax, the Fleshlight still milked him and Niffty’s speed showed no signs of slowing any time soon. He was in for a looooong night…

#valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #niffty #fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfic #hazbin hotel

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the part where it gets weird (3)

summary: you find yourself in a complicated situation that involved your feelings and a weird neighbor who seems to be avoiding you

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

words: i have absolutely no idea

warnings: none? I think, maybe some descriptions of the feelings of loneliness and fear.

note: I have decided to go with the flow. on Wednesday I'll have the last exam of my semester and it is the most important one and I'm so freaking afraid of mess it up, but still I'm just gonna fill my mind with these two, and try to get good scenarios so that I can really be completely centered on these two. still, don't think that gonna happen. anyways, I hope you enjoy this part, and the Tumblr maybe lets it grow before deciding to let it die in the shadows. thank u for giving me the chance if you decide to read, I hope you have a great day and wonderful weekend! Also, English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes!

(part 3 of how to break a routine in one year!)

Before you moved in and met Bucky Barnes, you felt you had fallen into a routine that was too monotonous.

Emmet disappeared during the blip. For a long time, you reminisced about that day, the two of you in your shared flat making dinner. There was a soft jazz tune playing that you liked to listen to when you cooked, especially on a date as special as your birthday, and even though your boyfriend wasn't that big a jazz fan, he always leaned against the doorframe leading to the kitchen to watch you move sideways, serene and happy. Really happy. You were very happy at that time, you were sure. You had the life you wanted, a partner who you loved and loved you and a great place to live with an amazing view of the city.

But then your nightmare began.

From one moment to the next, you were completely alone. You thought he had gone to the bathroom or to check his mobile phone, so you decided to continue cooking. It took you a while to react to the environment because the music didn't let you hear what was going on outside.

As time passed, you began to repress the memories you had of the moment when the mass hysteria started. There was screaming all over the building, and when you went outside, most of your neighbours were either crying their eyes out or just as static as you were. You didn't even really understand what was going on; one moment you were cooking and then you start hearing screams over the music. Your search for your boyfriend in the flat was fruitless and you decided to go out in case he had heard everything before you and had gone out first. But there was nothing for you out there.

What happened next when you returned to the flat you no longer remembered, nor the days, weeks or months that followed. You lived to work and only ordered food from home. You hadn't cooked since that fateful day and you tried to spend as little time as possible in that flat. It was considerably big, like a studio, once full of life and hope, but after a while you were unable to recognise it and the person you used to be before what happened. Most of the time you were only in the flat in the evenings, a plate of Chinese food on your lap or some foreign food while watching TV. The rest of the time, if you weren't at work, you paid for a room in a nearby hotel.

Sometimes you watched the news, but they always talked about the same thing: the collapse and recovery of the economy, investigations into the disappearance of half the population and how to bring them back, and a whole section devoted to people calling in to tell their experiences and share their feelings on national television. At other exceptional times, you went shopping. It was too sad and depressing to go out on the streets during the first few months, because everything was desolate and the few people you saw looked dead inside. When you came home with your shopping and took everything out to organise it, you realised that, time and again, you kept buying Emmet's shampoo and talcum powder. It took you a while to get out of the habit, and it was harder than you thought.

But there wasn't something there that sparked something in you and, after almost four years, you decided to sell the flat. You had already made up your mind, like everyone else, that Emmet was never coming back. That no one was coming back. And being in that place was making you wither, recently you didn't even know why you were still trying to get better. So you packed your bags and left the country. Your family and your closest friends were gone too. What better than to spend all your savings and start from scratch in another country?

You spent a year and a half in Italy when a person appeared in your living room. As confused as you were, neither of you said anything for several seconds. Then it happened again. You heard the shouting, the crying and some bad language, much more clearly than the first time, and reliving that traumatic situation didn't sit too well with you. The rest happened too quickly. You talked to the man, turned on the news, saw a whole shot of some city in the United States destroyed and as a caption: "the Avengers give us back hope".

You threw the remote control at the TV. A crack spread across the screen, you watched it furiously as the man stared at you in confusion. The faces of the Avengers who had died were flashing across the screen. You felt a ringing in your ears, too loud to hear what the reporter or the man in the room with you was saying. You moved on automatic to your room, in a matter of seconds you packed your bag and left the place. The next thing you knew, you were on a plane to the United States. You hadn't even processed what was happening, it was as if someone else was moving your body for you.

When you got to the block where you used to live, it was like a reality check. You spent the last year trying to pretend that you were fine, that you had really gotten better and moved on, but going back to that place struck a chord inside you, like a freshly opened wound. You could barely make it up the stairs to the fourth floor, your body heavy as if you were carrying a sack full of stones. Your heart was beating extremely fast when you reached the door and rang the bell.

An elderly lady opened the door for you. And though you tried, you couldn't speak. You felt suffocated and suddenly you didn't even know what you were doing there. The lady was talking, you knew she was saying something, maybe asking what you were doing there, but you couldn't even move your lips to say something.

Suddenly, you were inside the flat, but you didn't react. The lady had sat you down in her big armchair and put a cup of tea in front of you. You could see the smoke, through the air from the window it reached your face, but you couldn't feel anything. You felt numb.

The lady touched your arm and brought the cup close to your hands. It was hot. Too hot. You hissed and grabbed it by the rim. A deep silence soon came to an end. You began to think, ramble and remember. You looked at the lady as if she had all the answers, but all she told you was to drink your tea and try to calm down. It was hard, but after a few minutes you looked a bit more relaxed.

At that point, the lady told you that, if you were looking for the man who had appeared in the flat, he had left several hours ago. She told you that he hadn't said where he was going, but that he was probably in one of the makeshift shelters they had set up in the city to keep track of people who had turned up, or that he might be in a hotel or at an acquaintance's house.

You spent hours searching. You knew that Emmet had no one in this country besides you and, at this point, leaving the country for him would be complicated. It was almost two days since you started looking, in every hotel and every shelter. By the end of the second day, you finally found him. And you felt at peace, yes, you were glad that he was safe and sound, but you were not at peace yet. That same day, you were also able to communicate with your family living in Ohio; luckily, everyone was fine.

Soon after, you began to think that maybe Emmet should try to get back into the rhythm of his life on his own, because you were both living in a hotel without doing much of anything; however, when you suggested it, he suddenly seemed very scared and asked you not to leave him alone. You decided to stay and try to understand what he was going through, but after two months things were not getting any better. You were able to go back to your old job, but he was still locked in the room. You tried to help him get his life back on track, but he shut down every time you suggested going out, or trying something different. He just didn't want to.

When you realised that this was no longer healthy for him, you took his mobile phone. You knew he had been ignoring his mum's calls since he got back and you decided to call her and ask her to come over. The poor woman didn't hesitate to agree, desperate to hear from her son. She too had been missing for five years.

Needless to say, Emmet was angry with you, but only at first and, days later, he quietly accepted the fact that you wanted to move out on your own to a place closer to your work.

Emmet was left with his parents living in one of the houses they had in town and you arrived at the building where you met Bucky. It had only been a day since you had moved in and, after unpacking and organizing everything, you decided to turn on the TV. A Tony Stark news report came on in the foreground. Then you remembered what you'd been through and felt like throwing the remote at the TV again. You didn't think you would ever feel so much hatred against one person, or several people at the same time. You wanted to convince yourself that it wasn't really their fault that other intergalactic beings had problems with their planet, but with so much pent-up pain and suffering, you needed to take it out on someone or something. You never in your life thought you would say you hated the Avengers, but there you were, thinking just that.

That same night, sitting on your little balcony, you decided to have a peaceful night to yourself. You had organised the whole house with your posters, you had also called your parents again, you had prepared a dinner for yourself after so long and you had spent some time in the bathtub. Then you went out on the balcony with a cup of hot chocolate, just to watch the night.

You had been sitting in your long-overdue peace and quiet for some time when you heard the window of the balcony next door being opened. You noticed a short-haired man leaning against the railing, just looking out over the city. You guessed that this was your neighbour. You both stood there for a while before entering your respective houses, the man first before you. You thought a bit about what he looked like, you could tell he hadn't had a good night.

And well, it had been four months since that night. You still didn't feel in full control of your life, but you knew you were on the right track.

And Bucky… well, you felt he'd been avoiding you for a few days. Normally, during the week you'd run into him at least four times when you left your flat, but since what you'd talked about the day of the celebration in the building, you'd only seen him about three times in all that time. Maybe you shouldn't have been so insistent that he talk to you about his life - after all, he doesn't have to, right?

Arriving at your flat felt different with each passing day. You were getting used to the presence of the man who was silent 90% of the time, but who you knew always listened and kept in mind everything you told him. Bucky is one of billions, you were sure. He was a very honest and dedicated man, respectful, but slightly jocular, always lending a hand, even if he was hanging off the cliff. Moving to that place was one of the best things you could have done, and now you felt you could ruin a part of it by not knowing how to respect the boundaries of a person you cared about very much. Sometimes you were really surprised by that, how Bucky had become so important to you in such a short period of time.

What difference did it make if you didn't know his birthday? You mentally scolded yourself, riding up the building's lift with two bags full of freshly bought groceries and toiletries. That day officially marked four months since you had arrived. And it was also the day of your monthly shopping.

You had left in the morning (without meeting Bucky by any chance) straight to work, where you spent most of the morning busy finishing deliveries that were due the following week. At noon you finally left, walked to one of the supermarkets near the building and did your respective shopping. With a bit of hope, you bought some extra vegetables and meats to prepare something for Bucky that night, if you could see him after all this time.

The metal lift doors opened and you came face to face with a dark-haired man leaning against the door of Bucky's flat. You frowned. He glanced at you, nodded his head in greeting and said “good afternoon”. Politely, you returned the greeting and walked to the right in the direction of your flat. When you reached the door, you put your bags on the floor and started looking for your keys with more haste than usual. You wanted to get in quickly because you knew that if you stayed outside any longer, you would turn around and start a very embarrassing interrogation of this man who must definitely know Bucky. Because if not, what reason does he have to be sitting right outside his door?

As you pulled out your keys, tangled with your headphones, they fell out making a thunderous sound. It probably wasn't that loud, but within the emptiness of your head and the tension in your body, it had really sounded like a racket.

Why am I making such a fuss? He's just a friend of Bucky's… a friend… someone else who knows him… who knows things about him… who might know… where he is, or if he's okay…

“You know Bucky?” your body turned around, the keys in your hand that were about to open the door to your flat.

The man raised his head in your direction, watching you in a very peculiar way. You didn't know whether suspicious or intrigued.

“Do you know Bucky?” the man replied with another question, looking more intrigued than suspicious.

“We're neighbours,” you pointed to your flat.

“Yeah, but I mean, have you talked to him?”

“Have I talked to Bucky?” you frowned, your brain starting to work a mile a minute trying to decipher and process so many things at once, “You mean this week? Have I talked to Bucky this week? Because I haven't spoken to him this week. In fact, I think he's been ignoring me pretty much flat out and I understand that he's angry, but avoiding me isn't going to make anything go away and I've really wanted to see him so I could tell him I'm sorry for trying to meddle in his life, but I've hardly ever seen him these past two weeks, and the only times he's practically run off and I couldn't…”

At some point in your monologue, the man stood up and approached you. He tried to talk to you, but you didn't hear him because you were rambling, until you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“Calm down, kiddo. Breathe.”

You followed his instruction, but two seconds later you frowned, “I'm not a child.”

You shook your shoulders and backed away from the man, who raised his hands and took a few steps away to give you space.

“I just want to know if he's okay,” you demanded, your gaze on the wood of the floor and your heart racing, about to burst out of your throat.

“This morning he wrote to me,” the man began to tell you, and you looked up to hear his account carefully, “He told me he had some things to discuss and to come by. I hardly ever really know much about Bucky, I only find out what he wants me to know.”

You nodded in his direction, your head scheming again.

“Okay, I get it, I get it. If you're here right now, does that mean he's supposed to be coming?”

“Supposed to,” he gestured affirmatively, “I'm Sam, by the way. Sam Wilson.”

“Y/N, just Y/N,” you frowned at him, “Do I know you? Your name sounds familiar…”

“I don't think we've met, but maybe you've seen me on TV.”

“Oh, you're an actor?”

“Not exactly, I'm…”

“Sam.”

There it was. Imposing and rigorous in a way you'd never heard it before. The voice you hadn't heard for almost two weeks.

Sam turned around, and allowed you to watch Bucky stand in front of his flat door, barely inserting the key. You felt a kind of peace fill your chest, as your mind got rid of all the fog, and suddenly all you could see was the man. He was fine, he was healthy and definitely alive.

Suddenly, Bucky's friend Sam moved in his direction as he pointed at you, “You didn't tell me you had a friend.”

Bucky turned to look at you. He gave you a look that froze your chest. He had never looked at you in such a cold and ruthless and cutting way. You felt your throat close up with nervousness and you began to breathe faster.

“She's not my friend.”

Ouch. A stab to the heart would have hurt less. You stared at the man, who was struggling with the door to open it. Whatever you wanted to say to him to say hello, to let him know you were happy to see him, or that he was okay, disappeared from your mind in a matter of seconds. You felt that ringing in your ear that made you feel like you were losing oxygen. Why did Bucky Barnes make you feel so horrible and disposable?

“But you're neighbours,” Sam added, puzzled.

“So what? We're barely even acquaintances.”

“Bucky,” you spoke, your voice hanging on a thread. You didn't even know how you had found the strength to speak, but the look the man gave you when you said his name froze you from head to toe.

Finally, his door opened, and he turned to look at Sam, “Are you coming in or not?”

Sam turned to look at you, your gaze still focused on the man who ignored you like you were a crumpled piece of paper.

“Bucky,” you called back, and when he looked back at you, he didn't look as hard as before. His features had contracted a little, but he still felt reluctant to your presence, “Can we talk for a moment?”

The aforementioned looked at Sam, who shrugged his shoulders and took a few steps to the side. Bucky rolled his eyes, and focused on you once more.

“Now… now I really can't do this.”

“Please,” you leaned closer, “I know you're angry that I pushed you and made you talk about things you didn't want to, and I'm really sorry, I really am…”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky interrupted you, his brow furrowed in confusion.

His question puzzled you. You watched him, your face mimicking his in hodgepodge.

“From-from the time of the building celebration. When we were outside…”

“Ah,” Bucky seemed to remember, his head bobbing in assent, “What about it?”

“Well you-you left,” you stammered, not quite understanding the turn the conversation had taken. Bucky nodded at your words and, with a glare, urged you to continue, “And-and then, y-you've been ignoring me ever since.”

“I haven't been ignoring you,” he denied.

“What?” you blurted out between half whisper and half shout, “What do you mean, you haven't? I've barely seen you three times in the last two weeks. You sneak all over the place and you're doing that thing again of changing your departure schedule so you won't run into me!”

Bucky sighed. You noticed his shoulders slacken as he lowered his gaze.

“I haven't been ignoring you, remember I have a job? I've just been busier.”

“And my messages?”

“Ah, no,” Sam interjected, “Don't worry about that, he ignores everyone's messages.”

You shook your head, “Everyone's but mine. You always reply to me, or at least leave me in the dark. But these last few days I haven't had anything…”

“What?” Sam's voice was drowned out in a whisper.

“Y/N, we can talk about this more later. Right now I have something important to talk to Sam about.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, but said nothing. You stood watching the man who seemed to have completely softened his expression, too drastic a change to what you had seen when he arrived.

Sam approached the door, leaning out just to say goodbye, “See you later, Y/N, I hope we can all meet, another day. Preferably under different circumstances.”

“Just come on in,” Bucky nudged him with a shoulder and you couldn't help but notice his trademark black gloves.

The aforementioned stood in the doorway, his gaze focused on yours, just as you had your eyes fixed on his. He seemed to have a storm of thoughts and feelings going through his head.

“I wasn't really ignoring you, okay? It was just work. You'll be seeing more of me in a few days, okay?”

If he was trying to get an answer out of you, he definitely wasn't getting it. And you didn't really know what to say to him either. So had the last two weeks been a figment of your imagination? Was he really not ignoring you and you were just getting ideas?

Bucky clicked his tongue and looked at his watch.

“I'll write you later, okay? And we'll talk about it.”

And he gave you one last look before entering his flat and closing the door.

Needless to say, that “later” turned into several days of waiting. Within those days, you realised several things.

First. You didn't know how to handle your friendly relationship with Bucky going forward. You mean, you felt you had a good relationship before the recent events, even if you were the more talkative of the two of you, but lately you felt that distance had changed a lot of things about how you really saw Bucky. It's fine that Bucky doesn't want to talk about his life, but you felt you were in limbo just giving things away without getting anything in return. Was that selfish? Did it really make you a bad person? Sometimes you thought he was just trying to keep you out of his life, and that wasn't the best thought of all.

Second. That you had never questioned not knowing too much about his life, arguing that it was his decision when to share it with you. And yes, indeed it was, but what kind of things could be behind that curtain? Doing a short but effective investigation, you discovered that Sam Wilson was Falcon, one of the many heroes who helped fight Thanos and his army. That made you wonder too many things about Bucky: How did he meet Sam? What kind of relationship do they have? You'd come to the conclusion that they must work together, because you'd seen him a couple of other times on the floor since the first time. But what did it entail that Bucky was working with Sam Wilson? What was Bucky's real job?

And third, that maybe Bucky's recent behaviour had influenced the way you felt about him too much. In what way? You were still trying to figure that out. You hadn't felt this worried about not knowing about someone since Emmet disappeared into the blip over five years ago, and that was a lot to say. What was it, then, given that, that you really felt for Bucky? Brotherly love? Familiarity? Probably.

Yes, probably.

Day eight had arrived, after you'd gone into your flat and helped yourself to a nice plate of pasta, ready to marathon your favourite series of the moment, when you heard a soft knock on your door. You grunted under your breath, setting your plate down on the table in front of the couch you were sitting in. The mirror on the left side of the room, right where you were standing, facing the balcony, showed the full moon at its highest point. It was probably almost eleven p.m. What does anyone want at this hour?

You shuffled towards the door. You had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and your plushest stockings brushed the floor. Your hand moved to the door handle, moving it almost lazily to open the door to see who was behind it.

“Emmet,” you muttered, your brow furrowing in time. The man in front of you gave you a half smile, almost forced, and waved back, “What are you doing here at this hour? You didn't write me that you were coming.”

“I didn't plan it, it was spontaneous. I went to do some shopping for the house and was passing by to come back, so I decided to stop for a moment,” he told you, his hands moving all over the place until they were inside the pockets of his jacket, and his body moving back and forth, from side to side, on the tips of his toes. He was terribly nervous, you knew. It was obvious. But why?

“Okay, I understand. And do you want to come in for a drink?”

“No,” he said quickly, his face suddenly getting serrated, “I'll be quick. Y/N, I think we should broke up.”

You stared into his eyes, staring into yours. You didn't say anything for several seconds. You repeated the words in your head a couple of times, thinking about what to say in response, but your mind was empty. Your mind was empty. And what was in your chest? Nothing. A strange emptiness. For a while you thought that, if the day ever came when Emmet told you he was done with you, that would be the day you would lose part of your soul and go with him; for those times when you felt he was so intrinsic to your life that the slightest thought of separation was unbearable.

Nevertheless, you just looked at him. Your expression didn't mutate for a moment, and the man in front of you frowned.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied quickly, “I mean, I understand why you say that. We also didn't spend much time together since… you came back, and when we are together, we don't have good communication either. Five years was too long.”

“I know. And I can tell you could have left me behind, tried to move on with your life… and I don't blame you,” he quickly added the last when he noticed you were about to refute him, “a lot of people thought half the people on the planet would never come back, and probably if it had been the other way around I would have thought the same thing. I don't want you to feel you have a responsibility to me. You don't talk to me directly, but my mother is incapable of not telling me something, especially if it has to do with you. You call her almost every day.”

“Is that bad? I just want to know how you're doing.”

“I'm going to be fine, Y/N, just like you. But I'm not going to keep you with me when I know you don't feel the same way you used to.”

Mmm, so that was it.

Your lips moved, you wanted to say something to him but you didn't know what. The whole time you had been separated from Emmet since the blip, at no point did you ever think about how you really felt about your boyfriend. All you thought about was that Emmet was back, and he was your boyfriend, so you had to make sure he was okay. Because you had to, it was your obligation as his partner, wasn't it?

“You don't have to answer me, but I want you to know that we'll be fine.”

“I'm sorry,” was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

“We'll be fine,” he repeated, and with a half-smile he turned and started walking towards the stairs.

And you stood there, standing in the doorframe watching the lift. Well, it had finally happened. The relationship that had become one-sided was over and you really didn't know how to react. Until that day, Emmet was your reason for keeping your feet on the ground. When he left, you wandered all over the place without a purpose: in the flat, in the supermarkets and in your job. If you didn't have your port to land, what were you going to do?

You never thought you would become emotionally dependent on one person. But, after everything that had happened, not having something to remind you of normality made you think you were going to go crazy. If you couldn't remember who you were before those five years, how are you going to know that you're doing well? That you're on the right track?

How are you going to know that you're okay, in this new world where there's a threat around every corner, and where the chance of dying from aliens was higher than winning the lottery? You weren't ready. You really didn't feel ready to face this new world alone.

If Emmet wasn't there, then what was your normality? What was going to remind you how happy you were before it all happened and that you could be happy again with hard work and dedication? What?

That wasn't the way you planned to spend the night.

“Y/N?” you heard someone say.

Bucky.

You looked up, focusing on the man standing in front of you with a puzzled frown.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied quickly, without much thought, “Yeah, I'm fine. Why?”

“You look like you've been standing there for a while.”

“Ah… yeah. I was just going to lie down.”

“Before that,” Bucky spoke up, as you moved to close the door, “can we talk for a few minutes? About what you said the other day.”

“You already told me you've been busy with your work, what else do you have to tell me?”

“You don't know what my job is.”

“And why do I need to know?” You replied curtly, defensively, which caused a confused expression on the man's face, “I'm sorry, it's just… you didn't really pick the best night for this. Can't it be tomorrow?”

Bucky shook his head in assent, “Yeah, sure, I've got tomorrow off.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow then, Buck. Go get some rest.”

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HI JUST FOUND YOUR ACC THIS IS ME ASKING FOR DETAILS ON YOUR BA VACATIO DURING THE FINAL OMG

BESTIE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. THANK YOU FOR ASK ING IM ABOUT TO POP OFF

ALSO I WILL HAVE TO PUT THIS INTO TWO PARTS BECAUSE TUMBLR IS AN ASSHOLE

OKAY

okay

sorry if this is too much rambling and has too many of my Own Personal Thoughts but writing this took me down memory lane and i am Emotional. also pardon any spelling/grammatical errors

let me put in a line break so i don't clog my approximately ten follower's feeds

a little unnecessary backstory that you can definitely skip: way back in march 2022, my family was all "hey we should go on a family trip in december because that's when we're all free, where should go" and my brother was like "argentina" (he has no football brain he just thought it would be an interesting place to go) and that was when a little seed was planted in my teeny brain. i knew that the wc had been rescheduled for december and i knew that argentina had been doing p well since the copa and would probably be favorites for the wc so i started skewing the plans to go towards argentina bc how dope would it be if we happened to be in argentina during the final? even if they didn't make it all the way, it would still be cool to be in a place where football means so much during the biggest game in the world. anyway, my scheming and manifesting paid off and we went to argentina! we flew out of (home country) on the day of the semi-final (i watched the arg vs croatia match while waiting to board) and then landed in buenos aires, was there for a day, then flew to iguazu falls for a couple of days.

we flew back to ba on the night of 12/17 and THAT'S WHEN THE PARTY STARTED

wait i think i can include some pics/vids i have to make this experience more immersive!

literally in the uber on the way to our airbnb, this was what greeted us at a stoplight at the obelisco:

also just a side note, just walking around ba the first day was crazy because my man dibu is just... there on adverts, flexing on bitches

and so many murals/adverts featuring mostly messi but also the rest of the tea,, and the JERSEYS my god. i don't have the dough to shell out for something authentic so i copped a ~very believable~ messi fake for like 3000 ARG pesos. i was so happy

ANYWAY the morning of 12/18 (i could hardly go to sleep i was nervous as fuck), i literally woke up to muchachos. like when i stood on the balcony of the Airbnb i could hear people just playing that song on BLAST. greatest alarm ever.

i had found out that the government (?) had set up screens all over the city so people could watch, so we decided to go to one that was set up in a park near paseo el rosedal, which ended up being ~1 hr walk from where we were staying. BUT it was SO WORTH IT because just walking through the streets was amazing. people were wearing jerseys, waving flags, cars were decorated and ugh. i was shitting bricks tho.

so we get to the park and im just gonna let my vids (fuck tumblr for only letting me upload one vid in a post) set the vibe:

(sorry some of them are super short; i make montages to remember vacations and short vids are ~aesthetic~)

HERE ARE THE VIDS FOR THE PENALTY AND REACTION TO LEO'S PENALTY. I HAVE NO WORDS AND WILL LET IT SPEAK FOR ITSELF. SORRY MY SCREAMING IS UGLY AS FUCK

i don't think i have the reaction to di maria's goal, i think i was just ~living in the moment~ but anon, lemme tell you, after going up 2-0, the vibes in that park were IMMACULATE. everyone was so freaking happy, and singing and ugh!! im getting emotional looking through the vids

more vibes (obvi lots of "muchachos" singing, but this song was one i hadn't known (disclaimer: i am very obviously not argentine. nor do i speak/understand spanish))

and obligatory muchachos:

and THEN MBAPPE DECIDED TO RUIN IT (okay, i actually don't really mind mbappe as a player but on this day he was my actual enemy. i hated his ass. it took me weeks to get over it). decides to tie up the game 2-2 as if he didn't win the world cup four years prior (selfish as fuck smh) and SHIT WAS SO FUCKING TENSE. my hands and legs were SHAKING. im literally getting nervous thinking about it.

and then leo. KING LEO. SCORED TO MAKE IT 3-2

i remember there was confusion for a bit because they were deciding if it was offsides or not and i was looking wildly around my family asking "did he get it?" because i was confused as to whether he actually got into the net (it was getting super hard to see with the glare of the sun and the dust and smoke and everything).

and then the goal stood. and i immediately burst into tears. i don't really know why (actually i do, it's because when it came down to it, leo put the team on his back and saved their asses AGAIN. he saw lautaro send it directly into lloris and said "fine, i'll do it myself" thanos-style and put the fucking ball directly into the back of the net. in the dark times, my hero came back and saved us. it was too much for me)

also literally imagine being varane and your ass being too fat be the reason your country gives up a goal in the wc final. couldn't be me.

obvi i don't have the immediate reaction to leo's goal because i was too busy screaming crying throwing up, but here's some aftermath (which is also emotional with the whole never-really-being-respected-on-the-international-level-and-his-kids-asking-him-why-do-they-kill-him-in-the-streets and now they're literally bowing down to him)

just more vibes:

i don't have any reaction to mbappe's penalty to make it 3-3, probably because i had shit my pants or something. also by the end of extra time i think i was full on having a breakdown. i don't even remember seeing dibu's save against kolo mani; i only heard about it and saw videos afterwards (honestly a good thing because i probably would've blacked out if i saw/registered it in the moment)

OKAY so then the game goes to penalties. i think i had started to feel a bit more confident at that point because i knew Our Lord And Savior Dibu Martinez would be the one to bring it home.

unfortunately i don't have any videos of when dibu saved any of the penalties/tchouameni missed because i could barely watch. i literally had my head in my hands and was trying to not to have a panic attack and was only relying on the noises around me to figure out whether a penalty was missed/scored. have you seen the clips of rodrigo de paul pacing the sideline, hoodie zipped up during the shootout? yeah that was basically me. but i think you can imagine how the crowd was whenever france missed/arg scored

i do have the best video tho. SOMOS TODOS MONTIEL

and here is just the aftermath that i managed to capture because i had, once again, promptly burst into tears. like many others, because Argentina had become Campeon del Mundo

(sorry not sorry if you don't care about the visual aspect lmao. i ain't ever deleting these vids and am obligated to rub them in people's faces)

OKAY BESTIE THIS IS WHERE I WILL HAVE TO END PART 1 BECAUSE TUMBLR IS PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF AND WON'T LET ME ADD MORE VIDEOS i will see u in part 2 if you're still interested :)

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