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whirlybirbs · 5 years

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r u joking me uh MISS TURNER cleaning up a BEAT UP ARTHUR’S WOUNDS i LOVE MY SOFT BOY

a/n: this is ridiculously soft. arthur has feelings, everyone notices, save for you. while you’re lost in thought, arthur’s in a mood. who knew a few well-aimed punches on arthur’s behalf were enough to knock you loose from your funk.

here’s some miss turner + arthur being lovesick and stupid pining idiots. again, from my simpler said aloud series!

You haven’t been the same since your sister Jenny left.

Dutch had sent her on her way with parting words and threats veiled within hugs as they posed as cousins departing in the Rhodes railway station.

Best not tell anyone where we’re at, Miss.

She will, of course, but it’s one less mouth to feed and one less conflict dividing the camp.

After Jenny’s less than kind words, the Van der Linde’s gang had been more than careful with you -- and it was driving you up the wall. You weren’t some wallflower to be marveled at.

You’re angry -- and, not wanting to inflict that upon others, you pull away.

You don’t eat with the girls at dinner, instead holing yourself up with your book and doing your chores around camp in silence. You keep your head down, even going so far as to walk past Arthur when he rides back from hunting with Charles without a word.

Typically, he’d at least get a hello.

Your mood is making Arthur Morgan just as bitter.

Everyone notices it. At first, it was thought that maybe, just maybe, Arthur had gotten himself into a bad mood with the climbing heat -- he’d has always had a short temper in the summer months -- but, it’s not until Mary-Beth and Tilly overheard Miss Grimshaw griping about ‘how Arthur hasn’t had it this bad since that wretched little wench, Mary Linton’ to Hosea one morning that they piece together what’s going on.

And, if anyone can read the outlaw, it’s Miss Grimshaw. She has, after all, known Arthur nearly as long as Hosea and Dutch.

Mary-Beth and Tilly, for all the romance-novel-reading they do, can’t believe that hadn’t noticed it sooner.

Arthur Morgan is sweet on Miss Turner.

And, so began to the week of hell in Camp Van der Linde.

Arthur’s mood is a wretched thing -- he can barely sit still with you like this and he hates himself for it. I mean, you’re clearly upset and no amount of him tryin’ his best to cheer you up seems to help (though, really, he limits himself only to small talk and bringing you coffee; the need for distance is driving his heart apart). You just... pass him by with a sad look on your face.

Even Sugarcube, for all her trying, isn’t able to get you to perk up a smidgen. No matter how many nuzzles and whinnies she gives.

Given all that, Arthur is like a hurricane, tearing through camp.

After five days of this nonsense, everyone in camp has had it.

Karen has started a tally of how many long-drawn sighs Arthur tosses in your wake. She’s up to six.

That’s when Dutch and Hosea decide some fresh-air might help.

So, they go out fishing.

(In reality, they get up to more than just fishing -- they run into Rhodes’ sheriff and deputy and a sad lookin’ Trelawney being carted in the back of a jail cart. Arthur is dispatched to help catch the Anderson Boys and, after one fist fight, one knife fight, and nearly falling off a moving train three times, he ends up being recruited as a damn deputy.)

When they come back, rowing in just before sunset, Arthur’s got a nasty set of bruises up the side of his face and a bag of fish in his hand. Hosea and Dutch and him are laughing, booming, happy sounds that catch the camp’s ears -- Pearson is first to help them pull the boat in.

You spy the trio making their way to the fire. You lean back, swiping at your forehead and leaving your washing for a moment.

Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen watch as your jaw drops.

“Christ, Arthur --”

The outlaw perks up, sheepishly so, at the sound of your voice saying his name. In the orange light of the sunset, you can see the angry purple and black bruises along his cheekbone and eye. His nose is busted along the bridge, lip split. He is, really, in rough shape -- but he’s peachy-keen when your hands surge up to touch his jaw. He clears his throat, trying to ignore the evident hammering of his heart at the gentle touch. You turn his head, shock slapped on your face.

“S’ nothin’, Miss Turner,” he rumbles, “Really.”

“Did a fish do that?”

“Mm,” Arthur chirps, “Sure, big ol’ sturgeon, it had a mean left hook.”

Pearson leans around you, snagging the bag of bass from the outlaw’s hands. You blink at Dutch and Hosea behind him, sending them off with raised hands as they try to skirt your worry -- the camp seems to hang on the interaction, eyes lingering on you and the lead enforcer as you drag him towards his cot and force him to sit.

Susan Grimshaw hums. Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen can hardly look away. Forget those silly romance books, this is the real thing.

Away from the mid-evening bustle, Arthur can finally get a good look at you; you’re digging through a box Hosea had set aside on Arthur’s desk, pulling out rubbing alcohol and a pad of gauze. You are, really, a sight for sore eyes. The summer sun has you looking like something out of a dream -- glowing. Your hair, swept up and away, frames your face with fly-away’s.

“I swear,” you mutter, “One of these days --”

“I’ll be alrigh’, Miss Turner,” he says slowly, watching as she pulls at the gauze, dunking the alcohol on it, “Nothin’ a lil’ sleep won’t fix.”

“Good thing you were already mean-lookin’,” you chirp the bold lie, moving to stand close and tilt his jaw up, “These bruises sure ain’t gonna make you any prettier.”

Arthur laughs at that, eyes screwing shut. You grin.

Quickly, you dab the open cuts along his cheek and nose. He doesn’t even flinch -- not a bit -- so you make sure to clean them nice and good. He tries to memorize the feeling of your hands along his face. When you turn, Arthur’s eyes are back on you.

Across camp, Mary-Beth shoulders Karen. “Look at him look at her --”

“He’s got it bad.”

Arthur clears his throat when you swipe at his cheek again.

“Are... Are you alrigh’, Miss Turner? You been awfully quiet this week an’ --”

“I’m fine,” you say quickly. You note the way he seems to pull away, pull a pout and a dejected look. Quickly, guilt floods you. Arthur doesn’t deserve the treatment. You begin again, fiddling with the gauze, “Just... embarrassed.”

Arthur shifts on his cot. “... Embarrassed?”

“ -- The whole fight, y’know, with Jenny.”

“If I may say,” Arthur hums, “She deserved it, mouthin’ off like tha’.”

“Well,” you sigh, “It’s mostly what she mouthed out about that’s got me upset.”

Arthur pulls a face. “The bit about you and Waylon?”

“I passed up a life some of you would kill for -- a life some of you have killed for. All because... All because I wanted to be in love and happy and... It’s stupid. It’s all so stupid.”

You chuck the gauze in the bin, dropping your hands to the edge as you sigh. The sunset has painted the camp all kinds of shades of citrine; it’s calm, with a nice breeze cutting through. By the fire, dinner is being cooked up. The flaps of tents flutter in the wind.

A moment passes, and Arthur speaks again. This time, it’s a bit gentler.

“I don’ think it’s stupid, Miss Turner.”

That catches you off guard.

“... You don’t?”

“No,” he laughs, a bit sheepish, “No -- I mean... Before... When I was younger, I was real sweet on this girl -- she, uh, she didn’t share the same ideals as you. Family before everything else, y’know? And, uh, marrying for love... It just didn’t happen. She was sad, after that.”

“... Didn’t work out?”

“He died,” Arthur says, “And she regretted it. Tried to come back to me.”

You blink. A brief flare of jealousy strikes you in the chest. You’re not sure how it had been stoked, but it’s alive and burning. You turn and eye Arthur carefully. Blue eyes are stuck on you. Like honey.

“I... I could never,” you muster, “Waylon... he was seventy years old, Arthur --”

“Christ.”

“Old as dirt.”

“... I’d say you dodged a bullet,” Arthur says then, standing and moving to touch your arm, “Don’t beat yourself up too much -- sometimes, families aren’t do or die. I’d know.”

“Yea...?”

“My pa,” Arthur drawls as he closes the box of medical supplies and moves to shuffle it under his cot, “was a no good bastard. Left me with nothin’ but his hat an’ memories.”

“An’ your ma?”

“Don’t remember her much,” Arthur says, eyes falling on the framed portrait by his bedside, “...Dutch an’ Hosea have been the only real family I’ve had. An’ John, if you count ‘im. Slippery bastard.”

You laugh, fiddling with your hands as Arthur steps outside his tent. His hand falls along your back, leading you gently -- he is every bit a gentleman when he wants to be. It never ceases to amaze you.

“So, what I’m sayin’ is... Let us be yer family. We’ll keep y’ safe. Sure won’t try an’ marry y’ off any time soon, that is.”

“I think, Mr. Morgan,” you say slowly, eyes glued to his smile as he approaches dinner. Everyone seems to perk up at the appearance of you both -- Karen and Mary-Beth and Tilly are grinning like silly. You smile fondly their way, “I don’t have much choice.”

“‘Course y’do,” he smirks, “Y’ jus’ like us too much.”

“Right, well, with you gettin’ beat on by fish --”

“Like I said, mean left hook.”

You laugh so brightly, Arthur’s whole world stops. The Van der Linde gang watches on, enraptured at the prospect of their lead enforcer being locked in the gooey tempo of love-sickness. Hosea and Dutch share knowing looks. It is rare, this moment of happiness and peace that washed over Arthur’s face. He isn’t bitter. Isn’t old. He’s boyish and young and stupid for being in love.

You sit shoulder to shoulder with the blonde outlaw that night, deciding that, well, he’s right.

Family doesn’t need to be blood; this is right enough.

#simpler said aloud #oh my this is the best thing i've written in a while #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x oc #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan reader insert #rdr2 imagine #rdr2 fanfic #Anonymous

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ainstgirl · 5 years

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THE SOLDIER AND HIS CAPTAIN (6/6)

Summary: It’s your first day at the academy where you’ll become a soldier. The academy is already difficult but even more so when you are a woman and you have Sergeant Hanks as Captain, luckily another captain will help you overcome the challenges. I’m very bad with summaries, just give it a try. English is my third language so im sorry if there’s any misspelling.

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

"You are very happy today, aren't you?" Lily asks while practicing her blows. "and your very hangover Lily" you say smiling, you couldn't help it, after last night you couldn't hide your smile. "i know... I will never drink again" she says. "sure..." You were sure that as soon as the hangover was over, she will forget about that promise. "enough practice with mannequins, today you will fight against each others" Captain Hanks says catching your attention. "we'll start with Chris and Robert" they all continue training while they hit each other until one gets unconscious "Next Andrew against Lily" he announces. "hit his legs, make him fall to the ground and hit him on the head, do not give him time to hit you" you say to her and she nods. Lily manages to hit him in the stomach before he throws her to the ground. Your body screams at you to help her but you can't do that, she tries to get up but he hits her again, you knew Andrew, he's a decent guy, he is kind to you and doesn't treat you like you were fresh meat. After a few blows Lily falls unconscious and Andrew walks away, everyone smiles at his victory but he doesn't. "where do you think you are going? you are not finished" Captain Hanks says. "she's unconscious" Andrew says confused. "This doesn't end until I say it, she may be faking it, a couple of broken ribs would confirm it" he says almost smiling. Andrew approaches an unconscious Lily when you stand in front of her. "the rules are to fight until one is unconscious" you say. "i make the rules Y/L/N, move away or you will be the one who receives the punishment" He threatens you. "the punishment for what?" you yell this time "When Robert lost you didn't had any problems, do you have a problem with women captain?" "Everybody out" he says without looking away from you "take her to her room" he says pointing to lily. Andrew grabs Lily, you were sure he would take care of her. When everyone was gone, Hanks approaches you "this is not a place for women, you are only burdens for us" "I have to remind you that I got the flag when none of your men got it? I capture the nonhuman, I have overcome all your damn tests" You say tired of how she treats you. He grabs your arm hurting you, when you push him to let you go, you see something that surprises you, a tattoo, but not any tatoo....the symbol of hydra, when he realizes that you have seen it he smiles at you, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, and then he hits you in the head, leaving you unconscious.

when you recover consciousness you are in a punishment cell, you had read about them. This cell hasn't been used for a long time, there were leaks in the roof and the floors were full of dirt. Your head hurts and when you touch your head you see that there are traces of blood. "Welcome back" Captain Hanks was sitting in a chair in front of the cell. "damn bastard....I knew you were hiding something, but I never thought you were a traitor" you hit the cell bars. "traitor? the only traitor here is Captain America" he smiles "You almost did me a favor when you discover me, not only I will get rid of you, but also I'll kill Captain America's girlfriend" "what... no we are not..." you try to lie. "I've been spying him for months, I know everything, now i only have to decide how i'm going to kill you" He says with a smile that freezes your blood.

Meanwhile.....

"wait Nat, what do you mean you haven't found anything?" Steve says disappointed. "nothing, there's only information about him from 5 years ago" Nat says through the phone. "i don't like this Nat..." "yeah...me neither I'll speak with Fury, maybe he knows something" she says. "let me know if you find anything" Steve says before hanging up "what's wrong?" he says when he sees Sam worried face. "Lily just call..." he says. "Is everything okay?" "please, tell me we have something against Hanks because right now I want to hit his ass" Sam says hitting the table. "what happened?" Steve was already worried. "Lily call me from the infirmary, apparently Hanks wanted the soldiers to keep hitting Lily after she was unconscious after a fight exercise" he says angrily. "son of..." Steve starts to say. "there's more" he looks at Steve before continuing "Someone told her that Y/N stopped them, Hanks ....apparently he was alone with Y/N and since then nobody has seen her, Hanks says that she decided to leave the academy" "that's impossible, she would never do that" Steve says worried. "that's what Lily says, she worried" Sam adds. "we need to go back, now" Needless to say anything else, both take their weapons and leave in the direction of the military base.

"so ... what do you prefer?" Hanks pull out a gun and a knife "which one?" "Why not a hand-to-hand combat? are you scare to loose?" that way you could have a chance to survive or at least give him a good blow before you die. "do you really thing that you can win, you? i was going to give you a quick death but a beating doesn't sound bad" He opens the cell letting you out. "if you kill me everyone would know that something happend when i don't return" You say looking around for something to defend yourself. "everyone thinks that you left the academy" he says. "no one would believe you, not my friends, not Steve" They know you, you would never leave the academy and less without saying goodbye, you are sure that they're already looking for you. "i'll be happy to take care of him" "You're no match for him" Steve would kill him. "well, you won't live to find out" Hanks says before hitting you on your face, the blow takes you by surprise but you react in time to block the next blow. You use the tactics that Steve had taught you, you hit him in the neck and then you break his nose, for a moment you thought you could run away but he throws you to the ground, he kicks you in the stomach. You can feel a few ribs brake. He was going to kill you. You had given up when you heard Steve's voice.

"Son of a bitch" Steve says pulling him away from you. "he works for Hydra" you say to prevent him. "I've been waiting fir this moment for a long time, finally we'll know who is the best Captain" Hanks says. "let's find out then" Steve says taking off his helmet. Both begin to fight, the blows don't stop and you just stare without knowing what to do. You stand up carefully, your ribs hurt, but you try to forget about the pain, how can you help Steve? You look around when you see it, a gun, the same gun that Hanks was going to use to kill you. You take the gun and aim to Hanks. "Stop now!" you yell. Steve stops when he sees you. "I've seen you shoot, you have no aim, so go ahead, lets see who you shoot at" Hanks says and you only smile before shooting at his leg "you stupid bitch"

"what were you saying?" You say before Steve knocks him unconscious. "good shoot" he runs to you "are you okay?" "yeah... you got here just in time, what are we going to do with him?" "hopefully he will tell us what he knows, who else is with hydra" he explains "are you sure you are okay?" "just my ribs but i'm okay dont worry about me" you say before kissing him "next time just take me to the mission okay?" you say making him laugh. "Of course, look what happens when I leave you alone" he jokes "Come on, you have to go to the infirmary, Sam is already on his way to take him with Fury" "What's going to happen now?" you ask. "I suppose I will be the official captain" he says. "and... what about us?" "We can be together once this year is over" he kisses your forehead. "If you are going to be my captain you have to treat me like the others, okay?" you insist. "I know you can take care of yourself, i promise" he kisses you. "i love you" you say before kissing him again. "i love you too" he says caressing your face. "lovebirds, get a room" Sam says when he enters the room. "you are the one with a bird costume Sam" you joke before leaving the room with Steve. Now that Hanks wasn't going to be a problem, you could finally enjoy the academy and with Steve, you will surely become the best soldier. This is the life you wanted, to save people and who better to live with than Steve.

This is not the end I wanted but since nobody is reading it I dont want to waste my time, even though I wanted to give it an end.

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#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #Ainstgirl #The Avengers #captain america fanfic #captain america x reader #the soldier and his captain #captain america #marvel

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bidermanbiderman · 6 years

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A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky x FemReader

Word Count: 1,585

Summary: (Y/N) moves into the Avengers tower and brings her love for plants and gardening with her, Bucky is smitten.

Warnings: Im still new to posting fics on tumblr so lmk what I need to fix… Also fluff, angst incoming in pt 2

A/N: I finally got something done for @sweetboybucky‘s 1K challenge! Congrats again on being awesome <3 If you dont know Rae, you need to go read her stuff ASAP she is wonderful.

My prompt was ‘No rain, no flowers’ and this is what came of it. Pt 1 is just some fluff, pt 2 gets a little angsty but plants make everything better and I promise it’ll all be good in the end. Shout out to Bob Dylan for the title. Header made by me

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The woman standing in Tony’s office only had one request when she agreed to move in to the Avengers compound.

Steve had been trying to convince her to move in for a while but she was hesitant to give up her personal space and if she was going to do it she needed something in return. “I need to be able to have a garden, and I’d really love to bring some plants inside too. Liven up the place a little bit.”

“This place is fine just the way it is,” Tony replied, waving his hand around the mostly white, minimalist room.

“Actually…” Pepper looked pointedly at Tony, “A little green around here wouldn’t hurt.”

“And think about all the fresh veggies!” (Y/N) exclaimed, wiggling her eyebrows at Tony. And so it was decided.

The first step was a garden plot behind the compound where she carefully planned out neat little rows of seeds. With some TLC and a little time, small green sprouts were soon poking up through the earth.

Bucky found himself spending more and more time in the living room which just conveniently happened to have a perfect view of the modest little garden. He'd never tell a soul but he loved to watch her working out there. There was just something about the gleam in her eyes as she so delicately tended to the little sprouts. Her sun kissed skin, dirt clinging to her knees and her fingertips, it made his stomach do flips in a way that it hadn’t in decades.

He had known (Y/N) for a few weeks now but their conversations had never made it past the simple pleasantries and if he was being honest, he had been trying to keep it that way. He had too much baggage and he didn't want to weigh her down with it. He kept most people at a distance for that reason.

On the other hand (Y/N) had tried more than once to work past the small talk but they never really got far. She could tell that Bucky didn’t want to open up and she wasn’t going to push him, she figured he just didn’t care to get to know her and she didn’t take it personally. She had heard of the things he had been through and she really didn’t blame him for wanting to keep to himself most of the time. The few times she had seen him smiling with Steve she had to push away the warm feeling that bubbled up in her chest. She was happy to distract herself with the plants.

Soon enough plants were appearing inside too. A few succulents on the windowsill, a spider plant in the common area bathroom, a nice orchid for the kitchen. Before the Avengers knew it they were surrounded by greenery and as much as Tony hated to admit it, it did make the compound feel much homier.

One day when she was outside weeding the garden she started to feel a slight drizzle. Turning her face towards the sky she welcomed the feeling of the cool mist on her skin. Before she could even consider wrapping things up and heading inside the skies opened up and she was almost instantly soaked. She took a look at the work that she still had to do, and considering that she really wanted to get the garden cleaned up before she left for a mission in a few days, she decided to just tough it out and finish weeding.

Bucky had been out on a run when the rain hit and on his shortcut back to the compound he happened by the garden. He had come up from behind her and she hadn’t noticed so it afforded him a minute to just stand and watch, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“You know, this is how you end up with hypothermia,” he said, taking a few more steps to close the distance between them. She was pleasantly surprised to hear his voice and she smiled a bit, tossing another weed to the side and shrugging.

“I know but I’ve gotta finish this now or else it’ll be a nightmare when I get back,” she replied, squinting through the rain as she finally turned to look at him. Her breath caught in her throat and she hoped that the rain masked it. She had always thought he was attractive but this was on another level. His t-shirt clung to his toned body, accentuating each muscle and his dark hair was pulled back into a slick, wet bun. For a second she found herself jealous of the raindrops dancing on his skin.

She snapped out of the trance when he spoke again, “I could help, if you want.”

“You don’t have to do that, we don’t need the both of us getting hypothermia,” she replied, but he was already kneeling down beside her. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, trying to hold back the grin that stretched across her face.

“I can’t get any wetter then I already am, just point me in the right direction,” and for the first time he smiled at her. He couldn’t help it, she was was so unapologetically herself he was in awe.

She showed him which plants were good plants and which ones needed to go, and within minutes the garden was spotless. Only once the last weed was pulled did the rain finally break.

“Go figure,” Bucky muttered, offering his right hand to help pull her up.

“Hey, no rain, no flowers,” she shrugged with a smile. “Although… this isn’t a flower garden these are all veggies. Or at least they will be soon. I guess some of them do still flower before they’re veggies... Well, some of them will flower if you let them grow for too long too. Sorry now I’m rambling about plants,” she blushed, wiping some of the rain off her forehead with the back of her hand. She didn’t realize it but she left a thick streak of dirt across her skin, lion king style.

This only made Bucky grin harder.

“Uh you have a little dirt, right here,” he told her, pointing to his own forehead. When she tried to wipe it off she only made the streak bigger and he laughed. He couldn’t help her either, his own hands covered in dirt but he was struck with an idea. He pulled off his shirt and stepped closer to her. “May I?”

The redness in her cheeks darkened and she felt heat creeping up her neck as she tried not to stare at the glistening supersoldier. “Uh yeah, thanks,” she smiled, and with her permission he used his rain-dampened shirt to wipe the dirt from her forehead. When she looked up their eyes met and for a split second they both forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Bucky snapped out of it first.

“We should probably get inside before we really do get hypothermia,” he mumbled, his lips twitching again into a small smile. She hadn’t realized how close they really were until she felt his breath on her face and she cleared her throat stepping back a little bit. He silently hoped he hadn’t crossed a line, been too forward, but when she smiled back his worries dissipated.

“If you’re interested, I’ll probably have to do this again in a few weeks. Minus the rain hopefully,” she said as she turned to head back into the compound.

“It’s a date,” he replied and started back alongside her.

Steve met them at the door with towels and an all-knowing, shit-eating grin.

They didn’t get to talk much over the next few days as she had to spend all of her time prepping for the mission. It was predicted to be a quick one, her and Nat would take a short flight to Guadalajara, gather some intel and head back home. They planned on being back within a few days.

Bucky knew she was an extremely skilled agent, but that didn’t mean that he was any less worried. Skill didn’t mean anything if you got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, he knew that better than anyone else. He found her just as she was just getting ready to leave and she smiled when she saw him, grabbing her boots and pulling them on.

“Hey soldier,” she said before standing up to meet him. “I’m glad I caught you before we left. I was wondering if you would mind just keeping an eye on the plants? I watered them all today so you don’t really need to do anything with them, but I would feel better if I knew someone that I trusted was watching them.”

He couldn’t help the smile that crept up his lips when she said she trusted him. “Yeah of course. As long as you promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I always am,” she smiled up at him before pulling her bag over her shoulder.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Nat added, walking up to them.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Okay fine, but I promise to be careful this time.” She wrapped her hand around Bucky’s right forearm and gave it a light squeeze. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

Bucky nodded, not trusting himself to say anything else. If he had only known then what the next few days had in store for her, he would have told her so much more.

Part 2

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faroutspaceman-blog · 5 years

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My weekend so far. . 1/2 -1/4/19

My weekend starts off on Wednesday because quite frankly I can't remember what I did Monday or Tuesday. Those days are now non-existent. Forever lost in the trash bin of my deep ugly brain. Here I am laying on my bed, bored out of my fucking mind. I strum a lil guitar, sing a little, but put it back away because I realize I'm still as shit at guitar no less than I was 5 minutes before i picked it up. Now the only logical thing to do is sit and stare at my ceiling loudly moaning irritated grunts of boredom at my innocent ceiling. I get up and decide to make the most extravagant fucking sandwich. Well it was subpar, I usually put lettuce on it but we were out so I settled for a greenless burger. Whatever. I go to sit back on my bed and enjoy my sandwich, when I get a call. I fucking shoot up and tap that answer call like I just felt a rush of heroin in my blood. Thank the fucking lord. My brain almost had an aneurysm from how bored I was. My friend Vanessa and her Boyfriend (who happens to be my ex lover, love that..fuck) asks me if I wanna hang.

Me: "why yes I do want to chill, but if I'm still eating my sandwich by the time you pull up, your ass is waiting at the driveway."

Them: "we have Goldfish and Arnold Palmer's tea"

Me *while stuffing the whole sandwich in my mouth* : SAY NO MAS IM READY

I get on my new Blockbuster hoodie I bought the day before (yes from the world's only Blockbuster left in my Local Bend, Oregon.) And some jeans I found on the floor. I grabbed my keys and my bag and phone. Hiked up my driveway (which let me tell ya was a whole fucking mission in itself. ) Hall ass down my street I see Vanessa's car and they're driving like maniacs down my dirt road so I obviously take advantage of the situation and throw a peace sign into the air and lay in front of her car ready for my death. She stops and I hop in and am greeted with both my promised food items. I was very happy. We drive to a friend's house about a few miles from my house because we need to refill our pods with juice because ya know.. gotta get that nicotine rush. We had 8 full pods to last us the day. (They did not last for 3 people.)

After we fill our pods, we head down to Redmond, Oregon to the local 24 great Walmart to do what ever because we were bored, I decided to challenge my friends to a game of Hide n seek, and I was the only one who hid because they were being lame. I won it took them 40mins to find me. I was in the office supply Ile. After we went to Walmart, we went to Fred Meyers. stole their WiFi and lounged on their couches until it closed. Nothing special pretty boring.

Then Johnny, Vanessa's Boyfriend, gets the bright idea to swing by his house to see if his parents have packed up to leave to Idaho. If they are gone, Johnny plans to break into his own house ( I say break In because he just got kicked out.. again for refusing to be Mormon and for smoking and going against his parents) They are not gone yet so we decide to go to our chill spot which is way up on this hill where you can see all of Redmond. We talk, watch vines, etc.

Anyway I decide to go outside and look around, as I'm looking around Vanessa joins me. We are across from the car and we look around and I find this underwire leopard print bra a smashed TV and a lone boot. So I was already like "what the actual fuck happened here?"

I still forward towards the TV and there I see it, an empty grave, it looks fresh. I turn to Vanessa and she's already booked it back to the Car with me right behind her. We lock the doors and turn on Nextflix (we were watching Chappie).

Halfway through the movie, this man in a green Subaru pulls up next to our car. This is already fuckin weird because only few know about this road.he parks his car a lil ways from ours, cuts off his lights and just idles. At first were cautious but he just seemed to be doing the same we were, so our fear eventually subsided. We finished our movie, the car was still parked, and we pull out to check to see if Hunters parents had left. As we were pulling away we saw that the man had a blond haired woman in her car, but not to be rude she looked like a hooker. He was probably waiting for us to leave and we accidentally rang this man's bill up 200 an hour. Oops.

We checked Johnnys house. They're still there. Guess we're sleeping in the car tonight. We decide to try and find some food, we pull into Domino's and order a large pizza. As we're waiting for pizza, I joke able how I've cut my Cornea in the most retarted way to Vanessa's boyfriend. I move my hands to get the hair out of my face, and the string to my hoodie cuts my eye. At first I thought there was just something in my eye so I start rubbing it. It really fucking hurts. I close my eyes and black thinking it will go away but it never does. We drive back to the chill spot and on the way back, we see that green Subaru on the main Street leaving from our spot,but I saw no girl this time. Who knows we were gone a long fucking time. Must have dropped her off a few ways back. We get back in on the hill I manage my eye to keep the excess light out of it and my friends play Madea boo 2 on next. When the movie ends we decide to just go to sleep on the hill. I'm a little pissed at this point because I just wanted to chill and not murder my eyeball.

We put her back seat down and I'm on the far edge in the backseat wishing I never came because maybe if I stayed home this wouldn't of happened. Then there's a knock on the window. Not like an accidental hit it was clearly a knock. I dont say anything, it isn't acknowledged between any of us. I try and sleep and Johnny is freaking out

"dude are you fucking hearing this. It sounds like footsteps and dragging outside."

I don't hear shit so Ignore it. Then Vanessa starts hearing it. And I know she doesn't lie so I'm flipping my shit at this point. Vanessa jumps into front seat and She whips her car off the hill so fast we was cooking.

We end up driving back to Walmart to get me eyedrops in hope it'll make it better. As Vanessa is running in to get eyedrops, this girl stops us to ask if she can use her phone because her friends ditched her at Walmart ( what fuckin assholes. ) She waits away from our car for her friend, and she quickly comes back telling us that a man asked if she wanted a ride home and a smoke.we told her to wait with us because I was suspicious that it was the man in the green Subaru.

Vanessa's comes back with the eyedrops and we leave the parking lot without the girl. I strangely don't remember saying goodbye to her but we did apparently? We park in the neighborhood and get back into the backseat of the car. We play never have I ever until 4 am. We fall asleep and wake up at 6:30 am. I'm still asleep I. The back seat when I hear Johnny's happy that his parents are gone, he tries to look for ways back into his house but it's a no bueno. They drives to lowes while I pretend to be asleep on the backseat of the car. All I heard was lockpick and Saw and I already knew someshit was about to happen.

They park back at Johnny's house and I stay in the car. About 10 minute later Johnny comes back In the car and yells "we got it". Sweet so the lock picked worked? Nope they sawed a hole in the backdoor. He is for sure going back to jail after this. Vanessa guides me inside because I'm blind and can't see. We sit on the couch i call an eye doctor in bend and make an appointment for 4pm, for Johnny's uncle that happens to coincidentally be an eye doctor. He lives a block away from Johnny. Around 12 pm. We leave Johnny's house and go look for other things to do I. The area.

We pull into this Freshman's driveway,(Tom) and lets get this straight, Tom is fucking annoying and no one likes him because he is a fein for pods and nicotine, that and he thinks he's tough shit. Proud why he got excelled. We've had to help him with every fight he's been in. Trash.

We chill at his house for a while, and eventually his step mom walks in and kicks us out "get out of my house, I don't like kids having sex on my couch"

Honestly we just came over to steal his food. His step mom is such a joke. She has the biggest crush on our friend Jason. We could honestly break apart that whole marriage and cause such a scandle with that information. Anyway it's about 2pm now, my appointment is in two hours. We drive to the park and wait.

5 minutes later Tom skates to us on his long board, asks if he can hang and throws his board I the trunk.

Fuck. Just when I thought I was gonna get away from this kid. We drive by away from the park and go towards bend for my appointment. The whole car ride he blows his burnt vape in my fave and it smells like ass. I asked him to stop. He didn't. We stop at the grocery, I stay in the car, while Tom takes a smoke break out the car while Johnny and Vanessa shop. 3 minutes pass and he asks if I want a smoke.

"no that shits nasty"

"come-on. They don't even taste like stogies. They smell soo good*

He shoves the pack of cigs in my face and I was getting pissed. The only way to get rid of his prized cigs is to threaten his prized cigs.

"if you don't get that shit out of my face rn, I swear I'll rip them all up then spit on them"

"I'll beat ur ass if you do"

I just smirked at him as he took his cigs back and closed the door.

It's about 3:45 and we head to my appointment. Vanessa directs me to the office. And it's so bright in there, I instantly start crying which makes my eyes hurt even more. I honestly have never wanted to just instantly die in a moment than now. I just want to stop hurting. I'm finally able to open my eyes and the office by is actually very nice. I fill out the paperwork and the doctor sees me right away.

I try and play it smooth, talking about how broke I am, and how much I love Jonny so he'll give me a discount be because I don't have health Insurance.

Then he says "be in remember you, we played ping pong at Johnny's house during their Mormon party."

I had flashbacks to the Mormon party, and how we won the game, how I almost fucked Johnny in his car afterwards on the way back home. But it felt wrong because Vanessa was there. Then I remembered the hole in the back door.

"yeah that was really fun. I remember we won."

He didn't day anything he just put numbing drops In My eyes and this yellow dye. He looked at my eyes and said

"you have a 3 millimeter cut on your eye. You really did some damage"

"dammit"

He writes my prescription and im ngl I almost booked it out the door. But I waited instead. He me 120 for a 2 minute visit. Asshole. After I talked so nicely with him.

Me and Vanessa went back outside but the car was gone, so was Tom and Johnny.

We called them, they're a block or two away. We waited and waited, and entertained ourselves by kicking rocks to each other that made the best ear tingling noise you could imagine.

A couple minutes later the car pulled up and this girl other girl was in the car. Wtf man I just want to go home. As soon as we get into the car everyone is aguing about where we're going and Johnny wants to Trade My weed for pods.that he didn't even ask me if he could be trade. Which pissed me off A SHIT TON. johnny, Tom and this dumb dumb bitch kept arguing about pods and juuls. I realized how absolutely fucking retarted it is and how I never want to sound like that. I save all my shit to Johnny and just said " I quit" . We drove into Safeway gave them my perscription. Told us to come back in 20 minutes. Dropped dumb bitch off at her friends no house. Johnny traded my Weed for pods. And Tom proceeded to cuss out girl we traded with calling her names like fat ass, which I did not approve of. Tom commented on something and I swear I almost killed a kid in front of my friends. Tom was lucky that night. I would have strangled him if it wasn't for my eye.

We go back to Safeway and they try and charge me $47 for a $4 perscription. Fuck that. We transfer it to Walmart. We drive home, I'm the first to get dropped off. Thank fucking god.

My mom comes into my room, and hugs me and just listens to me sleepily jabber about anything.

Last time I'll ever sacrifice my subpar sandwich for goldfish and Arnold Palmer's.

Never again

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Homestuck Liveblog #171

UPDATE 171: Like Punching Your Own Face

Last time Roxy had managed to create the matriorb out of thin air, and Dave and Dirk were finally having a much-needed conversation, Dave unloading everything he had in his head regarding Bro’s way of raising him. It was raw and made me sympathize a lot with Dave, but it’s not over yet. Let’s continue.

The first thing I read in this update is Dirk apologizing. Huh. It wasn’t your fault, Dirk, Dave simply had the bad luck of being raised by a sucky version of you. Then again, as it was pointed to me: Dirk himself admitted long ago that he has no business raising anyone. He’s not wrong, if this was the result. Roxy didn’t do a stellar job, but she wasn’t a complete disaster – the ocean-sized gap that’s the lack of communication between the Lalondes was the problem. All in all, maybe not having to raise them by themselves would have helped.

DAVE: you had a completely different life full of like DAVE: different choices and actions and stuff

He’s not wrong about that, environment shapes people a lot. I wonder how alternate Dave would have raised Dirk if there wasn’t the slight problem of Dirk being a few centuries in the future...and also if alternate Dave hadn’t been killed. That can’t have been of help either.

Dirk continues feeling responsible of what Bro did, saying he needs to take responsibility for all the splinters that are him. It’s hard to understand, a bit. I honestly can’t even start saying how complicated it is to feel like that – but somehow I have the feeling that a lot of people in the world would feel responsible for what their alternates do. I don’t know if I would.

DIRK: I've felt... DIRK: Haunted by them. DIRK: And what that really means is, I'm perpetually haunted by my own bad qualities.

You literally made glasses that are filled with some of your own bad qualities, Dirk. You kinda brought that one to yourself, just saying.

Dave appreciates Dirk’s apologies, even though it feels weird to hear it from someone that isn’t the Bro he knew, which in turn makes Dirk confess that he isn’t even happy with his relationships with his peers – especially with Jake. Well yeah, no surprise there, everything is still a fresh wound. It was just a day ago or so that Jake was telling to other people that he felt suffocated. Who knows, maybe in the future that’ll change! Don’t give up, Dirk.

It’s nice to see that Dave and Dirk are trying to give support to each other despite the trouble they have to connect. It’s clumsy, it’s distant, but they’re trying. It’s more akin to pulling teeth than a heartfelt conversation, buuuuuuut it’s the best the Striders can do.

DAVE: you dont actually seem like a bad person to me though DIRK: No? DAVE: nah DIRK: Why not? DIRK: We did just meet, after all. DAVE: because DAVE: i dunno if truly bad people wrestle so much with whether theyre good or bad

Dirk is not a bad person. He can be extremely difficult to deal with, but he’s not bad. I’m sure hearing it from Dave will make it resonate more than if he had heard it from anyone else, even if everyone else would be more energetic about telling him that he’s a good person. Dirk isn’t even accepting it from Dave at face value, although he is grateful about it. Everyone else idolized him, after all.

DIRK: She meant well, but was so enamored of me, and seemingly everything I did. DIRK: Which I think was the last thing I needed. DIRK: To be idolized in some form by other people I respected. DIRK: I had enough of that feeling coming from within, particularly when I was younger.

No wonder Bro ended like that. I really don’t think anyone dared to tell him about his flaws. I suppose that maybe this could be interpreted as a sign that Bro respected Dave, but I’m not going to think that’s correct. That relationship was pretty messed up, after all.

Dave sounds genuinely floored to hear everything his alternate self did in Dirk’s universe, including killing clown presidents and somehow managing to make a million Statues of Liberty. I’m still wrapping my head around that one. Could that have been how things would have gone if the world hadn’t ended horribly? Hm...no. The movies and all were a way to give the Condesce a sucker punch, no Condesce means those concrete movies wouldn’t exist. It’s hard to say what would have happened. Maybe Dave really would have gone into the fields that study dead stuff.

Dirk tried to follow Dave’s perceived good traits. Golly, Dave must have never seen that coming.

DIRK: You get to apply all that potential you showed in one reality to something much bigger and more existentially critical. DIRK: Whatever strength you showed in trying to save a dying planet, the fact is, I think we need that more here. DIRK: And the trials inherent in being a part of something like this, I think they bring more out of you than a relatively pedestrian life on Earth would. Make you face more things about yourself. At least, that's been true for me.

Oh hey, I just realized that this alternate Dave pretty much did everything that’s expected of the Dave we know: fight, resist, and pretty much be a cornerstone of the rebellion against the Condesce. He’s everything Dave doesn’t think he can be. Think about that, Dave.

DIRK: I hope it doesn't come off as overly sentimental garbage, but it seems to me like you turned out to be a really good dude. DIRK: Like, really, a better sort of dude I ever imagined talking to when I pictured meeting the legendary guy I idolized. DIRK: I pictured him as probably being "too cool" to be the type of guy you are. DIRK: But you know what, fuck being too cool for that.

Congratulations, you pretty much punched Dave’s hopes from when he was thirteen years old. It’s for the better. Somehow hearing that Dave is not the “cool” person Dave had once hoped Bro would see him as catches him off-guard. Here we go! This’ll be the turning point for Dave, won’t be it? Things are going to change for him – hopefully! Dave certainly had the big character arc in Homestuck, even if he says people don’t have arcs.

And here we go!

DAVE: its really fucked up of me DAVE: what im presently doing DAVE: so DAVE: sorry about that DIRK: Oh, y- DIRK: Yeah. DIRK: Man. DIRK: This is some fucked up shit alright. DAVE: i know

This is much more than I expected. Of all things that could happen, a hug wasn’t even close to the top of the list. This is actually a pretty sweet moment, I’m glad it actually happened. Part of me was sure Hussie wouldn’t show them talking, but he did. I’m glad I was proven wrong about it.

So! There’s only one conversation left before things may kick into overdrive straight towards the last part of Homestuck! Roxy is going to meet Kanaya, surely to give her the matriorb. Things are winding down everywhere else, it won’t be long now!

Roxy appears from the skies with a ‘heeeeeey’ and repeats it a few more times, preparing the surprise by telling her to guess what she brought. I can guarantee that the matriorb is not going to be a guess here, hah!

KANAYA: Is It The Thing Behind Your Back ROXY: yup but u gotta be more specific KANAYA: Is It A Little Piece Of Paper That Says Hey On It ROXY: hahahahaha no but that would be SO FUNNY!

I won’t lie, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it hadn’t been that. Wish you had thought about it before. Maybe there’s still time to write “I.O.U one (1) matriorb” on any random rock and give it to her...or maybe that’d be cruel. Shrug.

Not wasting any more time, Roxy presents the matriorb, much to Kanaya’s astonishment. She’s so surprised she can barely express her surprise while Roxy tries to explain in vague terms. Look at that, Kanaya has tears in her eyes! It must be hard to describe, the feeling of hope in seeing the way the troll race is going to be resurrected. Keep it away from the Condesce and everything should be fine.

Nobody would have thought that the way to revive the trolls would just be given to her like this, but she can’t complain. There’s a lot of work to do, the mother larva isn’t going to raise itself. There’s a life of duty and work ahead of her.

Where’s Karkaroni, asks Roxy? “Meditating”. With his face deep into the dirt. You’re so lucky you’re telling this to someone Roxy doesn’t know very well, nobody else would believe such answer.

Roxy gets into her role of Rose’s mother and tries to know Kanaya better, asking about the meteor tri, where everybody formed small groups and only convened like twice of three times. It wasn’t the social jamboree Roxy imagined. Could have been worse, Roxy. It was worse once. At least now everyone is more or less getting along and Kanaya is aware she needs Karkaroni’s help so trolls aren’t like in Alternia.

...having doubts about fighting? Well I can understand Kanaya would want to protect the matriorb and that she believes her skills are not as good as everyone else’s, but if the Condesce isn’t defeated that matriorb will only be good as a paperweight. Roxy points all that and tries to give Kanaya encouragement about her skills. Well not many things can beat a chainsaw in power. That’s all enough to convince Kanaya to go with her and prepare for the fight.

Now that all the dialogue options are over, the point of view returns to the dream bubble where Vriska has gone to harass herself. Yeah, don’t ask me why she’s bothering to do this.

Okay, I read one page and I’m already feeling a bit sick. I don’t know how Hussie is doing this, managing to make me dislike Vriska after I spent most of her appearances liking her. In just a few hundred pages he’s managing to make me not want to read her anymore. It’s going to be difficult to write something that isn’t constant grumbling. Well, there’s one thing...

VRISKA: Remem8er when you used to care a8out that sort of thing? VRISKA: No, o8viously not. VRISKA: All you care a8out now is 8ullshit hipstery fashion trends, feeling "happy", and... whatever the fuck it is you're doing here? VRISKA: Frolicking with some horses in an ugly field or some shit. VRISKA: Just a8solutely disgraceful. VRISKA: How could I have 8ecome so selfish?? VRISKA: You do know this is selfish, right? VRISKA: This isn't having some fucking "epiphany" or like "growing as a person" or whatever self-serving spin you might 8e putting on what's happening here. VRISKA: It's just plain narcissism, the worst kind you're capa8le of. A total renunci8tion of any responsi8ility for contri8uting to the gr8ter good. VRISKA: And it makes me FUCKING SICK.

...I have no words. Yeah, looking for personal happiness is selfish, but there’s nothing wrong with being reasonably selfish. I just...I can’t say anything about this that isn’t some sort of circular argument that in the end isn’t worth typing here. I just can’t say anything.

VRISKA: Contrary to your lazy fakey "happy" shit, I've ACTUALLY GROWN AS A PERSON. VRISKA: What do you think of THAT, you frivolous, dithering 8ITCH????????

Like hell you did!

Just...agh.

Looks like the dead Vriska wasn’t wrong, the horses really is a bad omen for her. Meenah is leaving her and going with the Vriska that is alive. At least Meenah has the decency to be conflicted about what she’s feeling and all, but damn, what a way to punch someone that’s already down, Hussie.

Meenah likes dead Vriska a lot, and she admits it, but she’s bored of having an idyllic life with dead Vriska. She wants to fight Lord English and here’s the chance to do it. Dead Vriska may have changed, but Meenah is the same than before, and that one isn’t content with sitting on the sidelines. That’s why she’s leaving – more or less.

I feel bad for dead Vriska. It’s almost hard to believe that the end for the character I knew for so long is this – or at least this seems like the end. It feels...weird. I feel really bad for her. I wish this hadn’t gone for this. Heck, Meenah deciding to go fight Lord English would have been understandable. I just wish this whole thing hadn’t needed to happen.

Hm. I think I should be stopping here for now.

Next update: next time

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