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dreadsuitsamus · 5 months

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Teacher's Night Out | Satoru Gojo x Reader |

author's note: i just imagined a silly lil night like this with him haha he honestly would be so much fun for sooooo many shenanigans

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

warnings: au verse, gojo and reader are college professors, small mention of nsfw topics but nothing remotely explicit, looooootsa kissing

"Your movie is in theater five. Enjoy!" The teen attendant smiles, pointing your way to the left of the crossroad of the theaters.

Satoru grins and leads the way, practically dragging you down the hall. It takes all of your coordination skills just to stay on your feet as the overexuberance from Satoru threatens to remove your arm from its socket. "Why are you so eager?? This movie is supposed to be really bad!"

"You answered your own question." Satoru looks back at you for a wink and pretty smile, tugging you closer to his body as he urges you into the darkened theater that's already playing the previews. "You never have quite as much fun watching good movies as you do making fun of bad ones!"

Letting slip a quiet laugh, your earrings gently knock against your cheek as you shake your head at such an intention. It's not shocking, not one bit, to think Satoru would genuinely rather watch a terrible movie than any other, though roping you into it was something you foolishly didn't expect. It was meant to be an after work thing, nothing more than colleagues spending some time together outside the confines of the time clock, but with the way nobody else showed up and Satoru wasted not even a minute waiting for your other work friends, not to mention how touchy he’s being, the inkling that Satoru is up to something starts nagging a bit more.

The fact that you don't mind is awfully telling to both you and him.

Satoru quickly ushers you both to your seats, the theater so laughably empty that, even though you're a bit late, you can still get the absolute best seats in the house. He slips a few boxes of candy from his pockets, offering them up to you like cards. "Pick any! Except the Sour Patch Kids." Those long fingers swiftly pluck the box from your selection, and you laugh and take another.

"I appreciate you sneaking in candy, but I'm gonna go get a drink from-"

"I'll do it!! Keep my seat safe!" With that, Satoru is quite literally leaping across the rows of seats to the exit, and you can only stare in awe.

He's truly an idiot, and somehow the most decorated professor at the college you're both employed at. It's said by nearly every student he's had how they simultaneously regretted and did not regret taking his class. The curiosity alone makes you wish you could experience the teachings of Gojo Satoru for yourself, though knowing him on the other side of the desk is much more ideal.

It isn't long before your colleague returns, two large sodas in hand that have your brows practically rising to your hairline. “Jeez, Satoru, there's no way I could even dream of finishing this!”

“And these are the medium cups! I was this close to ordering large, just to see how much of my hand and forearm would fit.” He places his drink in the cupholder to his left as you set yours to the one on your right, the one between you left to house the little boxes of contraband he's snuck in. Satoru quickly swaps glasses, leaving the more tinted ones in their case as he opts for his regular frames, not that he plans to actually watch the movie— he's already seen this dumpster fire of a film, and it wasn't even fun to make fun of!

Your gaze flicks to the large screen, briefly wondering just how many previews for much better movies, and maybe much worse, you'll have to see before what you paid for starts to play. Satoru’s slender fingers brush your jaw, gently urging you to look back at him instead. His brilliantly bright blue eyes look at you in earnest, a little smile on his lips as he chews a gummy. “I'm glad you came to see this with me.”

“Of course, Satoru. Especially since the rest of the 'invitees' didn't show.” Your voice is dripping with suspicion, lips curving and a giggle following at the completely unabashed look on his face.

“Guess that cat's out of the bag. But come on! Can you imagine Nanami at the movie theater?! What a bore!”

Another laugh bubbles up despite your best efforts to stay somewhat hushed up. There are a few strays here, after all, and you'd hate to end up in someone's viral Twitter posting for being rude in a movie theater. “Satoru! Kento is a fine man; he can be more relaxed than you give him credit for.”

“Oh?” Satoru’s brow raises and he leans in closer, as if to whisper conspiracy in the dead of the night, his nose nearly tapping the tip of yours. “Have you and Nanami been spending extracurricular time together?”

“You do know we run the creative writing club together, don't you?”

“Literature nerds.” Satoru snorts, his breath fanning across your skin. “What kind of smutty, filthy things does he write, hmmm?”

“Gojo!” You scold, plucking his chest and just barely being able to keep your heart from pumping out of your chest with his awfully close proximity. Boundaries have always been a tad wavy with Satoru, personal space becoming less personal whenever he's around, but he's never quite… unabashedly close to your lips with his own.

“What?? Fine, fine. Keep his secrets! I’d rather hear about what you write anyway. That's the fun stuff.” Satoru leans in closer, his soft, pink lips a mere hair’s breadth from yours— half of an exhale and they'll be touching.

“Come to this Friday's meet then.” Your whisper isn't out of consideration for any other attendees of the movie, as the lights are drawn down and it's begun to play now. “We're doing poetry this week.”

“I can think of far better ways to spend a Friday night.” Satoru lowers his own voice to a murmur. “How about we have our own little meet, you and me?”

“Isn't that what this is?”

“What, you can't make a little more time for me?” Satoru pouts pathetically and you begin to suspect that he can cry on command after seeing how sad his eyes seem.

“I’m a busy woman, Satoru. You know the life of a college professor.” Your tongue darts out over your lips, tasting the vanilla cupcake flavored gloss you slid on tonight.

“So let's make the most of this time then.�� Satoru's knuckle taps your chin up and then he's pressing his lips to yours. It's a gentle kiss, an ultimate test of your boundaries, but one he's confident will go his way. He notices the little things about you, the way you linger for him at the end of the day, just to walk to the parking lot together. You have his Starbucks order memorized, make him delicious sweets all the time and do plenty of other soft gestures that make his heart beat.

Warmth floods your face at Satoru's kiss— never in your life did you think things would get to this point between the two of you. All that time pining for him was surely wasted, wasn't it? You certainly could have made a move months ago, and he'd have received you eagerly. It's you that deepens the kiss, encouraging Satoru’s tongue to lick at your sweet lips and, little by little, remove the tasty gloss from your lips.

Satoru’s teeth gently dig into your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth for a moment, letting go soon after. The armrest between you is quickly flipped up, your poor candy boxes sent flying as Satoru moves in further, bracing a large hand on your back as he lays you back in the seat. A rumble echoes in his chest as your fingers find their place in his hair and gently thread through the white locks, spurring the professor’s kissing into something more frenzied, more desperate and with a tinge of neediness dabbled in too.

Your concept of time is muddied by the time Satoru pulls his lips back, your lip gloss smeared between both of your faces in a messy display of actions that you'd expect teenagers to do rather than adults past thirty. Satoru smiles down at you, eyes beautiful crescents to match the gorgeousness of his grin. “So you'll meet up with me again soon, right?”

Satoru can hardly register your snort before your arms are around his neck and pulling him down for more.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Satoru turns his head to the screen, his brows knitted as he witnesses a scene that certainly wasn't there when he actually watched this movie before. “We're in the wrong theater!”

It's a tad hard to explain to the manager on duty that there's been a mistake when the movie you were actually in was ten minutes from its end, but somehow Satoru manages to talk his way into a showing of the film you'd actually paid for, giving you just enough time to slather on some more lip gloss before Makeout Paradise 2: Electric Boogaloo.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #jjk imagine #x reader #reader insert

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your-next-daydream · 2 years

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Wade Wilson x equally chaotic reader hcs 👀

AH MY FIRST ASK! Thanks for requesting bro!

Ok you didn't specify if you wanted platonic or romantic? Soooo imma do both😃

Reader has no specified gender

Platonic hcs

Oh? Do you want to leave the house without a warm Wade Wilson goodbye? No, you're going to get a hug that smells of cocaine and weed. Upon finally leaving, you hear, "Bye kiddo, make sure you get in trouble for Papa!" With an over exaggerated kiss blown your way.

"Hey kiddo, have you seen my katana...kid? Why is my katana in that guys stomach right now?" He said with a hand in his hip. "I don't know. I got bored, and he was conveniently placed there."

Chimichangas for breakfast and dinner. Lunch is a healthy dose of some sort of drugs or killing. There is no in between. Desert is rom-coms and tears don't forget to say hello to his unicorn.

You help blind Al around the house but for fucks sake quit making so many sex jokes around that poor lady.

please...clean Wade's suit... it smells horrible

"Hey Wade, want to go TP and throw eggs at the X mansion with me? Colossus pissed me off again." You muttered, grabbing some of Al's eggs promising you'd pay her back later. "Umm fuck yeah I want to! Just don't hit pinky pie or teenage angst they'll have my head...well they kinda can, I can just grow a new one!"

You joke about getting avocado lotion for him. "Hey, Deads, I got this avocado scented lotion for you. Maybe some pheromone shit will happen, and you won't look like a dumpster fire anymore." He whipped his head around, grabbing where his heart is and stumbling around,"wounded"

You cut Wade's arm off once just to give it to a bad guy asking, "Need a hand?" While Wade came up behind that person killing them.

he takes you to the bar with him, and you both get on Weasel's ever loving last nerve. I mean, he's both of y'all's arms dealer. Why not mess with him?

there was a fight Wade started in the bar, once where he broke his leg off and just started beating people with it.

Romantic hcs

What's personal space? He's always touching or hugging unless you specifically tell him not to.

you reassure him that he's still a handsome man. You lightly pick on him for being an old avocado, but that's about it.

he gives you his unicorn and whatever else of his you want before he leaves for a mission.

there was a time when you came with him and you both got captured. You're actually the one who figured out how to escape...he was just gonna cut himself up to fit through the bars.

sex jokes? Oh yeah, all the time. You can't stop this man he's hitting on you like you guys are at the bar, and he's trying to take you home. You shock him if you return the same energy.

makes sure you're asleep before he even thinks about going to bed himself.

you and him took a pole dance class so he could show off, and he wanted to see you move like that.

he had a funny idea to put his mask on you during a mission, and it was funny watching another version of himself walking around killing.

Do you know those hugs where you get picked up and are just held there for a while? Yeah, that's him, except his face is in your chest no matter what it looks like.

Colossus has walked in on you both making out and out of embarrassment. You attempted to cover it up and say, "You wanna join?" But Wade went along saying "Yeah big boy, wanna have some funnnn?" You hit him on the head.

Pizza and movie dates. It doesn't matter where y'all are you guys are going on a date if he can help it. He thinks it's cuter when you set things up.

Oh, someone hurt you? They never existed. He knows you can handle yourself he wanted to take care of it.

He'll buy you Deadpool themed merchandise ALL. THE. TIME. You like are running out of space for it at this point.

There's a hoodie with his logo on it and he's definitely fucked you in that hoodie before.

He probably would like running a knife or a gun down your sides. The gun is never loaded, but you don't know that.

knows he could get out of it, but he thinks it'd be fun if you tied him up.

Oh, I'm definitely thinking about his stamina and strength...

After y'all do have sex straight to the bathtub or shower to get cleaned off. He could care less, but he knows you want to be clean.

CUDDLE SPOONING KING

He'd like to be little spoon sometimes. Other than that, he likes laying between your legs with his arms around your waist to make sure you can't leave in the morning.

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in1-nutshell · 4 months

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How wwould mtmte Swerve, Cyclonus, Tailgate, Rewind and Drift react to a human buddy who's style is goth?? Basically wears nothing but black and white, even her makeups black and white and looks really intimidating but is actually super nice and sweet?

Goth Buddy the cinnamon roll? Goth Buddy the cinnamon roll. Tiny goth Buddy on the Lost Light.

If this isn't what you wanted please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy who like Goth style with Swerve, Tailgate, Rewind, and Drift

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

MTMTE

Swerve

Swerve likes the style.

Well, he likes a lot of human related things.

He’s never seen the style in real life, give him a second.

Would absolutely compliment Buddy’s choice in clothing. Out of the entire outfit, Swerve’s more drawn to the random streaks of color that he sees on Buddy’s outfits.

“Hey Buddy!”--Swerve

“Hey Swerve!”--Buddy

“What streaks do we have today? Purple? Navy blue? Or are we doing traditional Charcoal black today?”--Swerve

“Oh, I tried some cherry red this time. Your paintjob gave me some inspiration, so I used the darker color of your red.”--Buddy

“You-you got inspiration from my paintjob?”--Swerve

“Of course! Sure the red was a bit bold at first but with a bit of tweaking I got it dark enough to compliment the outfit!”--Buddy

Fans start kicking in.

Tailgate

Tailgate finds the outfit to resemble a lot like Cyclonus.

It’s dark, meant to be intimidating, and edgy. But just like his taste in aesthetics, Tailgate finds Buddy’s outfits adorable!

He has definitely taken Buddy to see Cyclonus so he can see Buddy be a ‘mini Cyclonus’.

Tailgate nearly tore the medbay doors seeing the alarming blush covering Buddy’s face. He thought Buddy might have been sick.

He is a fan of the cute fishnets Buddy has.

“Let’s try on theses ones next!”--Tailgate

“How about we take a break Tailgate? We’ve been trying on different fishnets for the last half hour.”--Buddy

“But we need to find the cutest one for your outfit! I mean how can you say no to these ones?”--Tailgate

“… give me the nets.”--Buddy

“Yeah!”--Tailgate

Rewind

Rewind has seen enough Earth movies at Swerve’s movie nights to be familiar with the style.

Not his style of preference, but its still a nice style.

Buddy gave him the rundown of the basics on the goth style while showing him some of their other articles of clothing and accessories.

For research purposes, Rewind asks Buddy to try on several outfits and accessories so he could document them. This is totally not because he has suddenly gotten invested in the different types of clothing that go under the goth category. Nope not at all.

Buddy knows this, but this also gives them an excuse to try some new clothing combinations.

Win-win situation.

He likes the different corsets Buddy has.

“Oh, I like that one!”--Rewind

“Really? This one get kind of itchy after a while.”--Buddy

“How about the one with silver studs in the middle with the silver chainmail?”--Rewind

“Hmm. Haven’t tried that combination yet. Well, I’ll try it on for the video.”—Buddy

“Oh yeah, the video.”--Rewind

Cyclonus

Cyclonus is introduced to the style after Tailgate showed him Buddy’s new style.

He had to admit that part of the style did seem to copy him in a weird way.

He likes the style and aesthetics of the goth style. Cyclonus has been one of Buddy’s supporters in trying and mixing different sub styles of goth together.

Do some of them end up going together? Yes.

Do some look like dumpster fire? Also, yes.

Secretly like the shiny silver jewelry Buddy has adorned on their body.

“Cyclonus! Cyclonus!”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Cyclonus

“You won’t believe what I found in my jewelry box while cleaning out the silver studs!”--Buddy

“Hmm?”--Cyclonus

Pulls out a silver necklace with a skull that is shaped similar to Cyclonus’s faceplate.

“That’s…”--Cyclonus

“It’s cool right! I mean it’s like I’ll always have a part of you with me!”--Buddy

Trying to process cuteness because he was going to say uncanny--Cyclonus

Drift

Drift is familiar with the style.

He had seen plenty of humans using the style while he was on Earth.

The only problem he had with it was that a lot of the humans he encountered wearing the style gave off a bad aura. Not all, but a good portion.

He is glad Buddy isn’t giving off the bad aura.

Drift likes seeing Buddy experiment with the article of clothing especially ones with different textures. So many unique feelings under one’s digit at once.

He is a huge face of the makeup, specifically the makeup around the eyes. He is surprisingly good at doing them too.

“Drift, have you seen—”--Ratchet

Drift mass displaced holding eyeliner carefully doing Buddy’s eyes as they are peacefully laying down with their eyes closed and a small smile on their face.

“You need something Ratchet?”--Drift

“…I’ll go find First Aid to help me. Carry on with whatever you’re doing.”--Ratchet

#transformers #transformers x reader #idw mtmte #maccadam #mtmte x reader #human buddy #mtmte drift #mtmte cyclonus #mtmte rewind #mtmte tailgate #mtmte swerve

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scandinavianfairytale · 2 months

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Doubt

Pairing: Tony Stark x Millionare Reader

Warnings: A few mentions of sex, but no act itself and a small age gap (7 years) between the reader & Tony 😊

"I think you two would be great together. He works a lot, you work a lot, he's rich, you're rich, he's a nerd, you're a nerd-"

"I get it, Pepper." You stopped your friend who has been trying to set you up with her boss for a few weeks now. She has seen you go through so many boring men that you were rolling your eyes immediately after someone offered a date to you. Experience taught you it will be a dumpster fire.

The last one turned out to be homophobic, ignorant and went into detail how his Christian ex-girlfriend was into public sex. As you listened to him you wondered if it wouldn't have been easier for you to just stay single. So you deleted all the apps and decided that you won't be going on any more dates any time soon.

And now Pepper has been pestering you about her boss.

Tony Stark.

In all honesty, a date with him worried you. He was a billionare, while you just made your first million, and you came from a humble home, still feeling weird and queasy when attending anything remotely fancy. The thought of dating a rich old(er) man confused you. There was a 7 year age gap, which doesn't seem much, but you've been dating guys your own age your entire life. And none of them could've ever imagined being as rich as you. Let alone as Tony Stark.

"Just go out on a date. I'm not asking you to marry him." Pepper pressed. Tony has been driving her insane, working at all hours, meaning that she was also working insane hours. So she figured...maybe if Tony gets a girlfriend, he'll sleep once in a while. And who would be better suited for him than her sharp-tongued and a newly turned millionare friend who was into robots almost as much as he was.

She has been trying for weeks to get you to agree. She didn't worry that much about Tony. If she was to mention a woman, he was on that subject immediately, requesting a date.

You, on the other hand, with your string of very bad dates...you were the tough cookie.

"One date." You stated.

"One date. If you like him, more dates, but for now let's go with one." Pepper smiled.

And then Natasha got involved. The sensual, no holding back friend that also knew Tony was "tasked" with your make-over. Not like in the movies make-over, the kind where she went through your closet and told you what to wear. She pulled out the black dress that was reserved for fancy dinners. Not a first date.

"He's a man. Not like the boys that you have been going out with. You need to pique his interest and you're not going to achieve that wearing those disgusting jeans." Natasha commented as she glanced at the jeans that you were wearing at that moment.

"He's dubbed as the playboy." You conutered.

"That's because playman doesn't exsist. Now go change."

As it turned out, the first date was actually really good. You actually had a good time. Tony picked you up himself and you went to a new art exhibition at the Met, followed by a dinner and a ride home. As you were about to exit his car, Tony took your hand and kissed the back of it.

"Thank you for the lovely time." He said with a smirk.

"Thank you as well. But please, let me get the next one." You smiled back as he let go of your hand.

"Deal. I do hope you forget that you promised to pick the tab."

"I don't forget things, Tony." You smiled before wishing him a good night.

As the weeks went on, you met with him several times. It was always interesting and you spent hours talking and he even made you laugh. You could feel hope and contentment bloom in your chest. That little anticipation whenever he called or texted.

And then it all came crashing down. You noticing that he started getting cold. He was texting less, no face times were requested. It just died down.

"He's busy with work." Pepper told you over the phone. Tony has been holed up in his lab for days, barely getting out of that room.

It's not like you weren't busy as well. You also had a demanding job and a life outside of it. And you understood the fact that he gets sicked into work, you knew from experience, but this was different. It hurt, because you got your hopes up. That he'd be different. And he was, much different than all other guys, but this time around you might've gotten attached. Which has never happened and it made you mad. Mad at yourself for feeling this, mad at him for doing this to you, mad at everything.

"I don't care how busy he is." You responded.

"Just be patient, he has never taken this much time for a woman before."

"That's because he immediately sleeps with them." You rolled your eyes, pacing around your still empty apartment.

"You still haven't slept with him?" Pepper stopped walking.

"Of course not."

"What do you mean of course not?"

"We barely spent 18 hours all together." Saying that aloud made your blood boil. How the hell were you feeling this way after 18 hours.

"You talk everyday, what do you mean it's been 18 hours? And so what?"

"I don't sleep with men I don't know. And if this is how he acts in everyday life, I think it's better I stop seeing him altogether."

"If you gave him a reason to continue trying it'd be for the best."

"If he's not interested in me with what he already knows, sleeping with me is not going to pique his interest. I'm done, Pepper. I'm not the type to sit at home and wait for a man's text. I don't care what his profession or reason is. This isn't me, nor is this my style."

You hung up the phone and angrily stared at the blank walls and the pile of boxes waiting for you to unpack them.

I can't believe that I'm feeling bad because of a man. You groaned before taking off your jumper and started unpacking. You put your phone on silent and threw it in the bedroom, away from your reach. You noticed how much it put you in a bad mood when you saw 0 messages from Tony.

It must've been a couple of hours when the doorbell broke your concentration. You made significant progress as almost all the boxes have been unpacked. In all honesty, you were mildly annoyed that you were abruptly taken out of your flow state as only 2 boxes remained.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Tony asked as you opened your front door, getting startled as you saw him standing there.

"What are you doing here?"

"You were not taking my calls. Can I come in?" He didn't wait for your answer and entered your apartment.

"I've been unpacking. And also that's rich coming from the man that has been steadily ignoring me for the past two weeks." You rolled your eyes.

Tony started opening your kitchen cabinets, looking through them. "Do you have any coffee? I could use a cup about now."

"You're not staying that long. And my coffee would be wasted on you." You snatched your speciality coffee from his hands.

"Why are you angry?"

"Because you showed up at my door, entered my apartment without my permission, and are now snopping around my personal things."

"You were angry before that." Tony pointed out and leaned on the windowsill.

"I was annoyed. Now I'm angry and annoyed." You glared at him.

"Okay. Why were you annoyed?"

"Because I feel like you're playing games." You confronted him.

"Regarding?"

"Me."

"I'm not playing games. At least not that I know of. Do you want to play?" Tony smirked and winked at you, making you roll your eyes. "Can you tell me what's got you upset?" He crossed his arms.

"It's been two weeks since we spoke. And then you show up at my place, accusing me of ignoring you."

"I was busy at the lab."

"I understand. I get how quickly you can get sucked up in work, I've been there. But I've never ignored someone I was interested in. A clear deduction from that is that you're not interested in me. Which is fine, but then you don't get to show up at my place, demanding attention. You don't get to act hot and cold and expect me to go along with it. I have an ego too. And also you pride yourself with being direct however you love playing games. There are hundreds of women who would love to play games with you, but I'm not one of them. I take no pride in becoming one of the notches on your belt."

"Great speech, a couple of things, though, if I may correct you." Tony straightened and walked towards you slowly. "I am interested in you. That's a given. How could I not be? Secondly I am direct and as such I can tell you right now that the reason why I was holed up in the lab for two weeks with no contact was because I needed to finish something before focusing on you. I want to spend more time with you. Take a trip or two." He paused for a second. "And have sex with you."

You let out a snort, feeling your face heat up slightly.

"Lots of sex." He was standing right in front of you, staring into your eyes. It made you insanely nervous, making your skin crawl, but in a good way (?).

"You made your point." You found your voicebut you knew it sounded breathless.

"Did I?" Tony asked before tipping your chin up and kissing you.

It was such a good kiss. God, you haven't been kissed this good in such a long time. Your hands pulled at his collar, trying to bring him closer to you, and together, you stumbled backward until his hand extended behind you, slowly pushing you into the kitchen wall and preventing your head colliding with the hard surface.

As you separated to catch a breath, Tony stared at you. "Still doubting my interest?"

"No." You replied firmly before reaching for him again.

Thank you for reading 😊

The GIF doesn't belong to me, belongs to the amazing creator 😊

My first Tony story! 🙌

#robert downey jr #tony stark #tony stark x reader #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #tony stark imagine #short story #fanfic #doubt #marvel

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alleycatchitchat · 2 months

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Kung Fu Panda 4 Initial Reactions

Just got back from the theater! Here are my thoughts. I'll try to be vague about the plot, but be warned: spoilers below.

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So I went into the theater with rock-bottom spirits. I had seen the cringeworthy previews, read the disheartening reviews, connected the unsatisfactory dots and concluded that the movie I was about to see would be a nasty dumpster fire of a train wreck. And yet kfp played such a big role in my childhood that I couldn't just stay away. Filled with dread and morbid curiosity, I braced myself for the worst.

And it wasn't that bad.

Don't get me wrong; this movie made some decisions that I HUGELY disagree with. And compared to the other kfp movies, it's undeniably lousy. But it didn't ruin the franchise for me and I actually enjoyed myself in the theater.

Listing off my thoughts in no particular order:

Zhen. She is, to my surprise, a lot less irritating that I expected. The trailers don't do her justice and Awkwafina's voice was a whole lot less jarring than I expected. In terms of actual personality and even backstory, I liked her! However. Let's be honest, her design is shit. She looks like someone's Zootopia self-insert. She feels totally out of place in this movie -- particularly, during the end credits when she's side-by-side with the five (who all have the most beautiful stylized designs). Also, plotwise, WHAT is she doing in this film? Spoiler alert: she becomes the new dragon warrior. Spoiler alert again: yes, this is every bit as random and undeserved as you can imagine.

Furious Five: Were not in the movie. First of all, fuck you dreamworks, how dare you withold my children? My darlings? The loves of my life? Their absence is keenly felt and the plot is emptier without them, and I mean that with complete sincerity. I’m also going to point out the obvious; if there has to be a new Dragon Warrior, and I’m not saying that’s a good plot idea, but if there has to be, it should be Tigress. It makes the most sense thematically and the possibilities are just so good – developing her relationship with Po as he provides guidance, facing her feelings of inadequacy, exploring her connections with Shifu and the rest of the five — I could go on and on. The wasted potential is breathtaking. To be honest, it kinda feels like Zhen was written to replace her(using a hug to de-escalate a fight with Po, anyone?). Fanfic writers, I need a rewrite of this movie with Tigress, stat.

TAI LUNG! He was obviously played for nostalgia and there was no concrete point to his lines or presence. He was also written, if you ask me, pretty out of character. I’m still fuming over the fact that they brought him back and we don’t get to see Shifu’s reaction at all. Again, the wasted potential is breathtaking. When compared with Kai and Shen, who have NO speaking lines, it’s obvious that dreamworks just didn’t want to pay for extra actors. I thought that his acceptance of Po as the Dragon Warrior at the end was super cool, but there was NO lead up, NO meaningful character development to make this feel sincere, and again, it would have hit much harder if Tigress or Shifu were also there or if Po was NOT giving up the title. That being said, I never thought he would appear in a movie again, and I’m happy to have any crumbs I can get. They did a bad job, yes, but they BROUGHT HIM BACK.

Po’s dads! Their side story was goofy and unnecessary but fun, and I enjoyed it. Also maybe it’s just me but the romantic tension between them is AMPED UP – does Li, like, live at the restaurant now? And they spend the movie acting like the most married couple ever. And when Li bursts into the tavern to rescue Mr. Ping, who looks at him with those starstruck eyes – well. I’m just saying. I think there’s something going on there.

I liked the Chameleon! Yeah, her whole gimmick is a little bit ripped off from Kai, but she’s sinister and greedy and badass, so she’s the real deal. I actually thought she was scarier than previous villains – there was less comic relief, maybe? I can only think of one instance where she’s presented in a comedic light, and even then, the tension just picked right up from where it left off. Which is strange, because the rest of the movie is a lot more lighthearted than previous films.

The pacing was weird. Too fast.

Shifu was cute in this movie. More Shifu please!

The reaction to Tai Lung’s return was WEIRD. It’s obvious Dreamworks didn’t want to dedicate time or effort to what was, essentially, a red herring. But. Plot-wise, it’s SO WEIRD that Po would try to face him with no backup. And the fact that we didn’t get to see Shifu’s reaction AT ALL, ugh. Realistically speaking I think Shifu would try to go face Tai Lung, no matter how “inner peace”-y he is now. Like come on, Tai Lung was his son, for crying out loud!

The goats at the start? Also weird designs. Feel out of place.

Mantis got married! What the heck? (neutral about this, but it was definitely unexpected.)

In general, the plot was weird. It didn’t feel meaningful and it didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the kfp universe. Storytelling decisions were just plain bad. But as a standalone movie, it was not… terrible. Not irredeemable. I think, if Tigress had taken Zhen’s place, this could have actually worked. But she didn’t, and it didn’t.

So I’m going to headcanon it as fake and just stick to loving the first 3 movies. I don’t regret watching it, but there were huge problems that prevented me from enjoying it to its full potential.

#I am seriously considering rewriting this movie with Tigress as the new dragon warrior. my babygirl deserves justice.#kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #kfp #kfp 4 #kung fu panda spoilers #kung fu panda 4 spoilers #kfp 4 spoilers #kfp tai lung #kfp po #kfp zhen #kfp chameleon #the furious five

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pedrosprincesa · 1 year

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Landslide

pairings: joel miller x afab!reader

a/n: I didn't mean to become the person that writes fics based on Fleetwood Mac songs, but here I am. I listened to this song yesterday and the idea for this hit me. I am a shitty writer usually, and I am definitely NOT good at writing smut so for now you will only be getting fluffy Joel from me. follow me if you enjoy i guess!!

warnings: fluff, age gap (reader is mid- to late twenties, Joel is 56), not proofread, no use of y/n that I know of, I'm still dyslexic

wc: 3327 <3

It's not that I expected to have a crush on this man that seemingly picked me out of a dumpster fire. He found me at the brink of death by a few raiders. Joel had a soft spot for women, if that wasn't obvious enough. When he saw me, I didn't look much older than Ellie. The fear in my eyes and how close I knew I was to death gave me more youth I suppose.

Whatever it was, I was grateful to see him after he took out all three men that had been hunting you down. He had blood splattered across his face, panting after the exertion of strength he used to take them out. I would never forget how beautiful I thought he was, just in that moment.

He never meant to have a third person join along on the cross country trip. Hell, taking care of Ellie was enough to wear him out.

Joining about fifteen miles outside of Kansas City, I was met with an unenthusiastic Ellie and a hard-faced Joel. I didn't get the details of the event that occurred right away, but eventually I learned quickly that unenthusiastic wasn't normal for Ellie, and Joel... well, he was hard-faced. After some inevitable conversations, we all got to know each other as much as we would allow. Keeping each other safe can do that. Joel found out I was in my mid-twenties and he stopped treating me like a child, almost. He was quicker to give me a gun as opposed to Ellie—which, best believe, she gave him shit about—however, Joel just explained it was because I was older. I also thought it was because he realized quickly that I was pretty good with it too. However, he still hardly looked at me in anyway, let alone that way, and I blamed some of that on my age.

Joel also dealt with my presence, because Ellie had someone else to share her jokes with. I was also the one that kept Ellie curious, giving her random facts about things as well as knowing how certain things worked that Joel couldn't explain. He might have even smiled a few times because of me. That was something to gloat about.

It took a bit for him to warm up to me, but long nights on watch, sleeping in the same place a majority of the time to let Ellie have the bed if there was one, both made it hard not to speak. When we really started talking, I could see that he would enjoy other conversations with me. I was older than Ellie, and I knew about some of the music and movies Joel grew up with. If I hadn't seen the movie, he'd explain the plot to me loosely. One night I told him I've only ever seen The Emperor Strikes Back out of the Star Wars movies. Ellie had never seen any of them, but she was ecstatic to listen to Joel explain the premise of the movies about space and cool aliens.

Star Wars was easy to get her in to. Over about the month trip, I taught her about Fleetwood Mac too. The songs didn't really get her attention too much, mostly because I was only really humming a lot of it, but she really got into all the drama that happened in the band. Joel didn't ever comment on it until one night, he finally just asked, "how do you know all of this? This stuff was happening before you were born." I couldn't help but laugh as I closed my eyes. "Reading, Joel. Magazines are still pretty easy to find."

When we made it to Jackson, Wyoming, the welcome was about as warm as the weather. Guns aimed straight at our heads. Joel and I both knew we would pass the test with the dog, but Ellie... I could feel my heart pounding, until I heard the sweet little girl's giggles as the dog gave her kisses. Joel mentioned we were out looking for his brother and one woman just seemed to know exactly who it was.

Joel got to reunite with his brother, which was sweet, and luckily that connection got us a nice house across from theirs. Joel let Ellie and I get the first showers. Maria gave us shampoos and conditioners, body wash and even some lotion for after the shower. I was faster than Ellie, and I came out with damp hair and the new, clean clothes that were just a bit too big for me. I looked up and I just saw Joel's face kind of soften when he looked at me. It felt like he was really taking me in for the first time. I really don't think he's seen me freshly clean. Sure we got river water here and there, but now I was clean, smelled good, and I felt like I could just sit back and relax. "I saved you some hot water. I didn't trust Ellie to." I told him with a little smile. He didn't even get a chance before Ellie came into the living room.

"Jesus Christ, I'm probably fucking bald. So much hair came out. Is that normal?" She asked me. I took a look at her head and she definitely wasn't bald.

"Not bald, honey. It just happens when you wash your hair after a long while." I assured her.

Honey. Joel liked it when I called her that. His face didn't change much, but he looked down at his lap for a moment, taking in a sweet, almost domesticated moment for the three of us.

"Now you need to get a bath, because you smell awful." Ellie told him, grinning widely and he only had a half smirk and rolled his eyes before he got up from his seat.

The first week of being in Jackson consisted of lots of rest, and lots and lots of food. Both of which we hadn't been used to in a really long while, so much that this felt like a fairytale. I was waiting on the moment I would wake up. Maria and Tommy let us have a few days to ourselves to sleep. We really didn't have to worry about anything sneaking up on us. Joel tried staying up late that first night, but he found himself in his bed, after obsessively making sure all the windows and doors were locked, he was asleep for well over fifteen hours. He was so exhausted.

During those few days of having three meals a day, and occasionally seconds, I noticed Joel was looking a little more fuller, as was Ellie. It made my heart swell that they were both getting healthy again, and we weren't living off of scraps essentially. I had a feeling I was really going to like it here.

At the end of the week, Maria suggested we all have dinner as a "family" since the first meal on our first day didn't go as well as I wanted it to. Honestly, I was pretty convinced she had the wrong idea about me and Joel. We had only talked briefly the day we arrived when she gave us the clothes and supplies and she let me know our house was stocked with everything we needed. In my clothes, Maria had graciously gifted me. Ellie snatched out the small, lace lingerie bottoms and her jaw was dropped. "Ew! What the fuck is this even covering, dude! Do girls really wear this?" Ellie scoffed at the ancient artifact at this point, Victoria's Secret lingerie. I could never wear those now.

I had to give Ellie a little pep talk (I actually pleaded) for her to say nicer things at the table. Just try to at least, and she seemed very serious about it. She actually did well for the most part. When she started to slip up and say a curse word, if it hadn't came fully out, she just switched it up. If it did slip out fully, she just gave a wide eyed look at the table, before glancing at me and I just gave her a secret little "it's okay" to make sure she didn't stress about it too bad.

After dinner was over, it was obvious that Joel and Tommy were still having a bit of fun so there wasn't much of a push to leave. I didn't think I'd ever seen him this happy, but he was also a few glasses in. Maria mentioned we move to the back porch to have a fire going, since the living room had become overwhelming quickly. We could actually have a fire now. That was new, but I would enjoy that heat as much as I could.

It was a night of the Miller brothers easily bantering about who could shoot the furthest, and Joel just let Tommy have that, being the selflessly older brother type. He didn't care too much to have the title, but he knew Tommy was full of shit. "Nah, Joel's good at stuff too. Fantastic carpenter in the day. Decent guitar player. Has he played guitar for you yet?" Tommy asked, motioning over to me and Ellie.

"Yeah, totally, whenever we find a working guitar in the woods trying to get across country." I responded sarcastically, making every everyone laugh a bit. I took the chance to see the him laugh. It was honestly more like a giggle. Tommy must've had something stronger than the watered down shit he got from the QZ. Or Joel knew this was a place where he knew he could indulge a little more now. Either way, I just relished in the sight of how happy he looked.

"Well lucky for y'all, I actually found one. Months ago. I sure as hell dunno how to play it, but I liked having it around. Gave me a little piece of my brother." He mentioned with a sappy smile before he got up and went to grab it. He came back with it, and it was honestly in good shape. "Think you can still play?" Tommy asked Joel, holding the guitar out to him by the neck until he took it. "S'been a while since I've heard live music. Not sure anyone around here as a musical bone in their body." He added before he took his seat again.

Joel held the guitar in his lap, trying to find the right positioning in. Once he found it, he easily slipped back into it. "Well, you're not gonna get much. I'm pretty rusty, I'd say." Joel told Tommy when he cleared his throat, just giving a prompt warning not to expect anything crazy.

"Thought you wanted to be a singer, man?" Ellie asked him, always giving him a hard time, but that was how these two bonded. I had never seen such a thing, but it was so sweet. Even the way Joel gave her a scowl back made me smile. "Good thing you can though." Ellie mentioned. The little mastermind knew about my crush on Joel, after so much interrogation, of course. I wasn't going to just give it up until she pulled out all the times she's caught my "longing stares" at him in any situation. I didn't feel like it was a bad thing, the staring. It was better than my other option. Confessing how much I cared for this handsome man that happened to be double my age, and then having to be rejected. That would've made traveling a hell of a lot harder. I was convinced he didn't see me that way. He had said it once before—Ellie and I were only cargo.

Joel glanced up at me when Ellie mentioned I could sing. He just spent a whole month walking across the country, protecting each other, killing for each other. We had all seen each other at our lowest, yet he didn't know I could sing? Not that it was his fault necessarily. I only did it a couple times when I was explaining how Fleetwood Mac songs sounded like to Ellie, mostly while he was asleep. I was too shy to do it otherwise. "You can?" He asked and I felt everyone's eyes on me.

Luckily the orange light from the fire completely give away how bad I was blushing. "A little—not much. I only remember one acoustic song and it's "Landslide"... by Fleetwood Mac." I cleared my throat, giving a side eye to Ellie for getting me into this mess.

"You know how to play that one! After Sarah forced yo—" He cut himself once he consciously knew the name that slipped out of his mouth in the moment. It got quiet. Ellie and I were so aware of how we were not supposed to bring her up. It was an unspoken rule at that point.

Joel only looked at his brother for a moment before looking away and he nodded his head. "I do know how to play it." He finally responded with a little nod. "Practiced so much, it's muscle memory." His lips curved up just enough, barely giving him a little smile. It said what it needed to. Sarah had made him learn how to play it for whatever reason, and it was a memory he almost forgot about.

He started strumming the song after tuning a few bum strings and Ellie nudged me to make sure I was going to sing the lyrics. She was so excited. I could do it for her.

It was a very surreal experience, singing a song about the changes and challenges of life, especially in a post-apocalyptic world, where each one of us had lost people, lost ourselves. At one point I could see a tear fall down Maria's face but I had to focus my eyes elsewhere not to start crying myself. The song ended and this time, it was Joel that had the longing stare as he slipped the instrument out of his lap. Ellie caught it and she got a little twinkle in her eye, having an idea that her plan was falling into place. This could be the start of her very own real family.

After that, once Tommy checked the time, he knew he should probably be getting to bed because he had work tomorrow. He told his older brother to come on out so he could show him a few things. We were going to have to work as long as we were here, however long that may be, but it wasn't bad. We've had way worse. "Oh! Before you go!" Maria said and I raised my eyebrows a little, Ellie standing close by and Joel was already at the front door. Maria hurried back with a CD and The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac was printed on the top. "Go ahead and learn a few more songs. Keep the music alive, and the joy that comes with it. There will be more where that's coming from." She told me and Ellie looked wide eyed at the CD. It had all the songs I was telling her about.

"Thank you so much." I told her softly, taking her in for a hug. Joel watched me hug her and smiled a bit again. He knew I was full of love, even after all of these years. i could find love for anything, the moon. the clouds in the sky, colorful weeds that lined the roads we walked to get there. That scared him. He didn't know if he was worthy of it, after everything he's done. He knew I would be able to love him. He did make a mental note to try and maybe flirt back to test the waters with me, see if I was serious—even though I was every single time I made a slightly flirty comment.

"Hey, do you guys have any of the Star Wars movies by chance?" Ellie asked Maria curiously, breaking a soft moment. She figured if they had Fleetwood Mac, they could possibly have the movies she wanted to see so badly.

"We have all of them, episodes one and two, and four through six. Which one were you wanting to watch?" Maria raised her eyebrow a little with a smirk when Ellie squealed.

"All of them! Please!" Ellie bounced a bit and I couldn't help but smile wider. "Hear that Joel? We're gonna be watching all of the Star Wars movies!" She turned back to him, just to make sure he was as excited as she was about it, but this was excited Joel for the most part.

"Sure, Ellie. But I'm not watching them all in one night. They're pretty long movies. I'm too old for all that." He told her, letting her follow him back over to the house across the street with his arm obnoxiously draped over her head.

"Thank you, again. And just drop off the movies whenever you can. She's gonna go crazy." I laughed a bit as I walked out the door.

"We will. Take care of him, alright? Well, both of 'em. But let him know it's okay to loosen up a little around here." Tommy told me as I walked down the steps. After tonight, it was obvious to him that I was something a little more special to his brother, even if no one else could see it. Tommy caught all the little glances he never thought he'd see Joel give again. I had a power over you that I would probably never know the extent of. Tommy knew he was going to give Joel hell tomorrow though. He didn't know why Joel hadn't already made a move.

"I will take care of them!" I waved to them as I made it out to the street, getting across to my new home. Tommy and Maria made sure I made it inside safely before closing their door as well.

Once I was in my bed for the night, in clean clothes, under an actual duvet and an actual pillow, I was so close to sleep. I had fallen asleep so quickly in the last week. Just as I could feel myself drifting off, I heard my door creak open.

"Darlin'? You awake?" I heard Joel's deep southern accent say in the dark. I could barely make his outline out in the doorway, sure enough he couldn't see my eyes well enough to know if I was still awake or not.

"Yeah, I'm still awake." I partly lie. I hadn't been quite at that point yet, but I'm pretty sure him calling me darling would've woken me out of anything. It only happened a few times, and each time he's said it, it's just felt like an accident, like it just slipped out. This time, though, that felt real. "What's up?"

It took him a minute to answer, like he was actively trying to think of what to say, like he hadn't been rehearsing it. I would've paid good money to get a look of the expression his face held right now. "I, uh, was wonderin' if you'd come to my room, to sleep? Got kinda used to having you at my side at night. This last week sleepin' in'a different room, it's been..." it was like he was trying to find the right words to say, so he didn't sound like an idiot at my door.

Little did he know, explaining himself wasn't needed. I was already getting out of bed hugging my pillow, and I slipped by him in the doorway, headed to his room. He was kind of stunned, like he was surprised his pathetic attempt worked. "Well, c'mon cowboy. I'm ready for bed." I ushered him before walking into his room.

He had his girl safe in bed down the hall, and his girl waiting on him to get in bed. Maybe this was a great place for him.

#joel miller fluff #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller one shot #hbo the last of us #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #tlou hbo #joel miller age gap fanfiction #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou

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doyouguyshearaduck · 1 month

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Kung Fu Panda 4

Okay, I've seen a lot of hate for the recent Kung Fu Panda movie, and for a while, I agreed with what everyone was saying but I went to actually see the movie today and it was actually really good. Was it the best movie in the series? No. Did it have some wasted potential? Yes. But it was in no way the dumpster fire/cash grab everyone is making it out to be. The animation is still amazing, the story was good, the action sequences were great, Tai Lung is still Badass, and Akwafina's character wasn't nearly as annoying as people have been saying she would be. The absence of the Furious Five in the movie was disappointing but it doesn't ruin the movie. My only real critique would be that the villain wasn't as thought out or developed as the past Kung Fu Panda villains were, but she's by no means a bad villain. And to anyone who was scared that Po wouldn't be as good as he was in the last movies, I will confidently tell you he is still, if not more, kick-ass awesome.

Overall I really liked Kung Fu Panda 4, and I think everyone should see it before they start judging it so harshly.

#kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #movie review #opinion #Kung Fu Panda review #kfp 4 #kfp #tai lung #Please PLEASE Just watch the movie before you start hating it #free thought

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grimreaperlover11 · 2 years

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Ok, I'ma just put this here and forewarning, there are spoilers for the teen wolf movie trailer so if you haven't seen it... please do before reading this...you have been warned.

What happened in the writing room? Did they just sit there and be like "why not completely redo season 3b without Stiles or Kira" like the nogitsune is back? Excuse me? That makes both Allison's death (her apparent resurrection aside) and Aiden's death for naught. Like admittedly in the trailer as the nogitsune says "the people he loves" they show the sheriff so if we are talking about Stiles here...ya know the only guy who survived him... raises the question "are they honestly making this movie about the legacy that the nogitsune holds against Stiles... without Stiles in it? Wild.

Like my personal opinion is that like the overall show, it's going to be a dumpster fire that if you squint, tilt your head, and cover one eye you can see good writing in it but at the end of the day fandom is going to take it over again.

But hey, if you like it or think it looks good...more power to you friend...I guess you can see past the flames and see some beauty.

#teen wolf #grimreaperlover11 #teen wolf movie #Sterek will prevail #honestly what the fuck #i am confusion

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me-and-snails · 5 months

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congrats netflix for giving another reason for audiences to never become invested in their shows bc we know they'll 100% get cancelled before being finished.

cancelling good shows is now netflix's model. the writers saw this coming (throwing so much of kaz's backstory into S2, completely dropping slow burn wylan/jesper, etc) - and the show suffered for it!

im glad to have gotten my scraps even though i didn't love how rushed it was. what i really hate is that rushing it WAS ACTUALLY THE RIGHT CALL by the writers bc netflix did fucking cancel it!

tv is a fantastic storytelling medium but netflix has really butchered it and is starting to dance on its grave. we've already seen the effects of the SoB writers suspecting that netflix will cancel them - that's only going to become an even bigger fear impacting the work of writers. why bother setting up plotlines that will take several seasons to resolve when you know you'll get cancelled after 1 or 2 seasons?

sometimes cancelling something is the right call (e.g. dont think any1 cried over the 2nd half of the last Divergent movie being cancelled). sometimes a show genuinely sucks & doesnt have an audience.

but that WAS NOT THE CASE here. it's such a fucking joke. when will streaming services learn to respect the books that they're adapting and the hard work that cast, crew, writers, producers, etc put in to the adaptation? you'd think they'd have learnt after seeing HBO's dumpster fire with the end of Game of Thrones...

but nah. they're just gonna continue buying incredible IPs & obliterating them for some quick attention & subscribers. fantastic.

#shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #grisha rp #the grisha trilogy #the grisha series #shadow and bone netflix #netflix #shadow and bone tv #netflix cancellation #leigh bardugo #crooked kingdom #ice court heist

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lila-rae · 1 year

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For the 2 people who asked for this ( @jeanjamesb @yesimscots )

I really want us to normalize viewing celebrities as first and foremost humans that share pretty much all the same traits, wants, desires, annoyances as any human.

Celebrities are not fictional characters. Their lives aren’t like your favorite movie couple solely existing when they’re seen by the media. They have lives that probably look similar to your own.

Now Lila where are you going with this?

So glad you asked. Last night I got an ask that essentially said “Z is back in London because she liked a post a 4:30am London time”. Ignoring the fact that if she was back in LA it would be fine. I want to talk about how in only her apparently being awake at 4:30 seems unfathomable. I’m pretty sure everyone on this godforsaken dumpster fire of an app has been on here at 3/4/5 in the morning. Whether that’s from waking up in the middle of the night or just staying up late, we know it’s not an impossibility that people would be awake on social media in the middle of the night. Hell I’m constantly on here at 4/5 am. It doesn’t indicate a time zone jump. But also if she was in LA who cares. That changes nothing about their relationship no matter how much some of you hope it will. But again what makes Z do special that being up at 4:30 is a shocking act?

Now I also want to point out the “he’s golfing where is she” “he’s golfing clearly she left” “he left her alone to go hang out with his friends” asks that popped up. They are in a romantic relationship but it is not the only personal relationship they have. It is healthy to still have friends. It is healthy to have time by yourself. They don’t need to, and shouldn’t, spend 24 hours a day together. I don’t know a single couple, and let’s be real neither do you, that spends every moment of free time together. You know why? Because that would be unhealthy. Him going on a guys trip is healthy and also great for him. It’s amazing to see people especially men nourishing their friendships in adulthood. But also even without a big trip doing things alone isn’t weird or indicative of your relationship health. You know what I love to do? Go to target by myself and just roam the aisles. Does that mean I’d rather be at target than with my family? Nope. It means I enjoy time to myself and drinking coffee while leaning on a cart. If we see one out shopping while they’re in the same city it is not inherently a negative thing. It’s just normal human behavior.

So next time you decide this is weird maybe analyze that thought a little more and see if you’d think it was bad if any other person/couple you know did it.

And I get that the people who actually need to hear this will probably ignore it, but just in case you don’t, I want you to reevaluate how you view relationships and think about wether or not you’re setting up an unhealthy mindset when it comes to relationships. Like forget the TZness of it all. These asks clearly show a lack of knowledge of healthy interpersonal relationships, (familial, platonic, and romantic). And I want better for you.

#now I’m going back to packing #or I will procrastinate and get nothing done and we have a flight to catch

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givememysoupback · 7 months

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hot take: newt stans have made the maze runner fandom a dumpster fire. I get that he’s a fav but he’s not a “small lil bean” or a character to be looked at in that light. Also, how newt stans act misogynistic cuz they have the “excuse” that Teresa “killed newt” or “ruined newtmas” gurl- grow up??? She didn’t do either of those things, but I’ll save that for another ramble. Just the way they act like he’s the only character to ever matter in maze runner is ridiculous and it’s extremely annoying. Anyways, that’s just the opinion from a Teresa and Newt fan who’s seen all the movies and read all the books, but lmk what you think!

#maze runner #teresa agnes #tmr fandom #newt the maze runner #thomas brodie sangster #kaya scoledario #tmr newt #newt stans will kill us all

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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let me let you go

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader, slight peter parker x fem!reader

summary: years have passed since bucky barnes broke your heart, but what happens after he shows up when you're finally on the cusp of moving on?

warnings: cursing, LOTS of angst, bucky being an ass, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 7.4k

a/n: fun fact: this was the first fic I ever wrote, but was too scared to post it. it's a dumpster fire that's been sitting in my drafts FOREVER. I wrote this with andrew garfield's peter parker in mind, but feel free to read this with the spidey of your choosing! yes taylor is based off taylor swift, don't come for me. no one helps you through a heartbreak like blondie. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

Have you ever been hit with such an intense gust of emotion, it knocks the breath out of you? Do you know what it’s like to truly be rendered breathless? I used to think that was an exaggeration for theatrics. In books and movies, when someone claims to be “breathless”, it always felt like a gesture from someone with a flair for dramatics. Which arguably, I was.

When I was in kindergarten, I fell from the monkey bars. I convinced myself it was only ten bars across, and not that high off the ground. All I had to do was keep my head up. All the other kids could do it, so why couldn’t I? I made it to bar three when my fingers slipped and I fell flat on my back. I got that nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach as I was falling, and as I hit the ground beneath me, it was like the impact of the fall had forced out my last breath. I couldn’t breathe. I started to panic, which made it even worse. I remember a group of kids circling around me, staring. I must have looked like a fish out of water, eyes bulging and gasping for air. It wasn’t long before a set of large, weathered hands grabbed me by the shoulders to lift me up.

“You’re alright, kiddo. Just got the wind knocked out of ya, that’s all. Here, have a seat. Want me to call your mom? Or are you gonna be tough, kiddo?”

My kindergarten gym teacher wasn’t exactly gifted in the nurturing department, but he challenged me to be tough, and I wasn’t going to look like a baby in front of my whole class. Also if I had told my mom, she wouldn’t have let me go near the playground during recess for the foreseeable future. I never tried to do the monkey bars again, but I also never forgot what that feeling was like. For the next twenty or so years, I tried to evade any situation that could conjure that feeling again, and I was nearly successful.

Until I saw him again.

It had been two years. Two, very long years since I had seen him in person. I was enjoying myself at an overly crowded Christmas party, sipping on a chilled flute of Prosecco and scanning the crowd for any indication of what direction my best friend had wandered off in, when a pair of familiar steel blue eyes captured my attention. I had to blink several times to make sure I wasn’t imagining him. A twisted apparition conjured from deep within my subconscious. A shock jolted through me and I froze, all of a sudden feeling too exposed amongst the condensed crowd. I didn’t want him to see me. I got that intrusive feeling of nausea in the pit of my stomach, like I was falling again. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even hardly breathe. The emerald velvet dress I was wearing suddenly felt suffocating and heat spread a mile a second all over my body. As soon as I found my footing, I dashed towards one of the balconies to escape into the relief of December in New York City.

I could hardly feel the snow flurries that made a temporary home across my thighs. I couldn’t even hear the party inside over the relentless pounding in my chest that echoed in my ears. My throat felt so dry that I downed the last of my drink in a flash and felt it starting to bubble around in my lower stomach. I had worked so hard on myself the past year to get over him, to convince myself that I was over him. I had almost fooled myself. I didn’t cry anymore when I heard someone mention his name. I didn’t feel an ache in my chest when I happened to see a photo of him on tv or scrolling through my phone. I didn’t break down when I discovered another lingering piece of him in my apartment. I hadn’t even thought about him for months. But one look at him, and a tsunami of nostalgia crashed over me mercilessly. Everything came rushing back and I felt imprisoned beneath the debris.

Rather than feeling sad, I was mostly fueled with anger. Who the hell did he think he was, showing up at MY best friend’s Christmas party? He knew I would be here. Two years of radio silence, and he decides to show up out of the blue, like nothing had ever happened. Maybe he doesn’t realize I’m here. He clearly completely forgot that I even existed to him. My anger slowly dissipated into melancholia at that thought. I hadn’t forgotten him. No matter how hard I tried to. I remembered everything.

I remembered the way he made me feel the first time he smiled at me and offered his hand. I remembered how he liked his coffee. I remembered the little creases that formed on his forehead and the way he poked his tongue out between his lips when he was concentrating really hard on something. I remembered how warm his body was when he held me as close as physically possible every night. I remembered every kiss he pressed to my forehead in the mornings when he thought I was still sleeping. I remembered holding his head against my chest when he had a nightmare, coaxing him back into a peaceful slumber with my heartbeat and gentle words. I remembered tracing all of his scars with my lips, the dizzying sensation of a cold trail being left by metal fingers on my skin only to be soothed by the warmth of his flesh hand. I remembered when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and I was made painfully, but delectably, aware just how much stamina came with being a super soldier. I remembered the way his eyes crinkled and closed when he laughed with his entire chest. I remembered dancing around the kitchen to Frank Sinatra in the middle of the night, when we dreamed about our futures together and talked about what we would name our kids. But mostly, I remembered the night he took all of it back without a second thought, just a half-assed excuse, and left me to pick up all the pieces. Alone.

I’ve always been a very independent person. I’ve never felt like I could truly ever depend on anyone except myself. I didn’t think I would ever let go and let myself ever rely on another person. But I did with him. I broke all my own rules. I couldn’t sleep if he wasn’t in bed with me. I didn’t know what to do with myself if he wasn’t around. I didn’t know who else to call for emergencies, or to reach something on a high shelf. I built a home within him, and when it was all ripped away, I didn’t recognize myself. This person that had become so needy and so desperate for someone else’s affection, so recklessly vulnerable. I didn’t know if I would ever get back to myself again. And just when I felt like she was still there, just within reach, it all came crashing down like a house of cards.

Ten minutes ago I was a girl filled with renewed hope. I was happy with who I was becoming, and where my life was going. I was in New York City with my best friend, a city I’ve always adored and dreamed of calling home. I was admiring how beautiful everything was decorated for Christmas time, and how bright all the lights seemed to shine. I was beginning to believe in magic again, and I was finding it in little places. Looking down on the street beneath me, I envied the people below. Their ex-boyfriend hadn’t just walked into their best friend’s Christmas party looking like he stepped off a fucking runway and ruined their entire evening. Their evenings were still happy and full of magic.

“Aren’t you cold out here?”

That voice dragged me out of my daze, and I was immediately unpleasantly aware of just how cold it was outside. My fingers felt like they were frozen in place wrapped around the champagne glass. I didn’t have to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. I would recognize it anywhere.

“No.”

I could hear the snow crunching beneath his stupid fancy shoes, his voice a little clearer now that he was getting closer. A breathy chuckle sounded in the back of his throat and it made my stomach flip.

“You do realize I know you better than that, right? You’re telling me a girl that insists on wearing fuzzy socks in the summertime isn’t freezing out here in a dress like…that.”

I don’t know if it was the alcohol that gave me liquid courage or the anger that began to seethe in my stomach, but I had the intense urge to turn and slap the stupid smirk off his face I knew was plastered right across his mouth. I always wondered what would happen when I saw him again. How I would feel, what I would do, what he would do.

Inhaling a deep breath to steady my nerves, I carefully turned my head. I tried my hardest to tame my facial features when I stared at him, trying to appear indifferent. I didn’t want him to know how affected I was by his presence. My treasonous eyes couldn’t help quickly wandering up and down his form though, and I couldn’t deny to myself how good he looked in that black suit. His hair was a little longer than when I had last seen him, and there was dark stubble coating his sharp jawline. He still wore the same cologne I loved, and the scent seemed to fill the air around me. It was intoxicating.

“Actually, you don’t know me. Not anymore. Second of all, there’s nothing wrong with my dress. If I want to wear a dress like this, I will, and I don’t need back handed comments from someone who’s opinion doesn’t matter. Third of all, who the fuck invited you?”

The sly smirk he initially wore quickly disappeared into a stony frown. That clearly wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. I took pride in the displeased look on his face. Emitting a deep sigh through his nose, he took another step forward and slid both of his hands into his pockets along with a light shrug.

“Sam brought me as his plus one.”

Tilting my head back, I rolled my eyes and let out a dry laugh. He hated when I rolled my eyes, so I made it extra dramatic. I traded the champagne flute into my other hand and attempted to fix the front of my dress where it had ridden up my thighs, not missing the way his eyes instantly dropped to watch my movements.

“Of course he fucking did. Traitor.”

“Are we really gonna do this? Are you really gonna act like this right now? Can’t you be a little more mature, doll?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bellowed from my chest, wearing a smile that surely looked maniacal. His cavalier attitude was quickly wearing down the limited patience I had with his presence.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Be more “mature”? Fuck you, James. What did you expect from me, huh? Did you think you could just show up after all this time and I would smile and welcome you with open fucking arms? I know you’re not that stupid. But if you truly believed that, just know that the disappointment you feel isn’t even an ounce of the disappointment I felt realizing you were not the man I thought you were.”

There was a glimmer of betrayal in his eyes and I knew my venomous words had stung him. But he deserved it. I knew for a fact my words didn’t hurt nearly as bad as his had. He hated it when I called him by his full name, something I usually reserved for when I was angry with him. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to call me immature. One of the bullshit excuses he gave me when we broke up was that our age difference was too much. It took almost two years for our ages to be “too much”. It was never a problem until he made it a problem. I knew that wasn’t really the reason as soon as the words left his mouth. I knew he was lying. I knew he was grasping at straws for a reason to give up that didn’t make him look like an asshole. I knew there was something he wasn’t telling me. Or maybe he just picked a reason because he didn’t actually have one, and saying I was immature was more gentle than admitting he didn’t love me anymore. That was an internal debate I was not getting into again.

I didn’t give him a chance to answer before heading back inside towards the party, hunting for the culprit of my now ruined night. It wasn’t hard to spot Sam in the crowd since he was usually the life of the party, all bright eyes and charming smiles. Under any other circumstances, I would’ve been elated to see him. It had been months since I had seen Sam, and I had missed having him around so much. But Sam and Bucky were a package deal. They were partners now which meant wherever Sam was, Bucky wasn’t far behind. I couldn’t go visit Sam when he was home because Bucky was there. I couldn’t call Sam when he was away because Bucky and his goddamn super hearing were either right beside him or in the next room. Losing Bucky had meant losing Sam too. Before the rational part of my brain could take over, I was standing in front of him and harshly pulling him down by his striped tie to be down closer to my level.

“Samuel. Tell me you didn’t invite James as your plus one so I don’t have a reason to hit you.”

“Man, you know how hard it is to be a child of divorce? I always gotta choose between you two. It ain’t fair. We all got the same friends, you know. It was bound to happen. Don’t mean you gotta place all the blame on me for it, Y/N/N.”

“Yes, it was probably bound to happen at some point. But you made it happen now. And you didn’t even warn me!”

“Because I thought you wouldn’t care! Look, you were the one saying that you had gotten over everything. That you were cool now. So, I didn’t think it would be a big deal. Y/N come on, you can’t avoid Bucky forever. Besides, I thought you’d be too distracted by your date to even notice he was here.”

“What date?”

Both Sam and I turned our heads towards Bucky’s voice, but his icy gaze seemed to be only fixated on me. That same glimmer of betrayal flickered against the steel blue of his eyes. Even after decades of training to perfect a poker face, anger was the one emotion his features always seemed to give away.

“None of your business. Look Sam, can you just keep a short leash on your guest. This is a party, but I’m still working. I don’t need you two shitheads making a scene. I don’t care if you are Captain America and the Winter Soldier. You ruin tonight for me, and there will not be a planet in any neighboring solar system you can hide on. And he is not my date.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Y/N/N. Don’t worry, I’ll keep Buck company.”

I didn’t even dare look at Bucky after Sam’s comment, but my cheeks were as red as the ruby ornaments decorated across the grand Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Bucky always struggled with jealousy, whether he would admit it or not. It always amazed me, how a man like that could be jealous of anyone. I wasn’t naive, I knew there were men that looked at me when we went places, and a few of them even tried to approach me when Bucky would get up to go to the bathroom or grab us more drinks. But I only ever had eyes for him. He was the only thing that mattered to me. I was so in love with him, it never even registered that there were other people around us when we were together. I tried so hard to get him to understand that. Maybe I had failed.

I decided to kick it up a notch at the bar and ordered a double shot of tequila with my next round of Prosecco. I wasn’t trying to get drunk, but I did need to take the edge off with Bucky being here. I pulled out my phone and typed a quick text to my best friend, Taylor. I couldn’t spot her fulfilling her ‘host’ duties. Where the fuck did she go?

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you. You look incredible.”

As soon as I turned around, I was met with a familiar pair of deep honey colored eyes and a charming grin. I instantly felt a little more at ease and offered a genuine smile when I was wrapped into a warm hug.

“Peter, you made it! You clean up pretty nicely. I wasn’t sure if you owned anything that wasn’t flannel.”

Peter was my coworker, but was also technically my boss. From the moment we met, we hit it off really well. We had a lot in common, we worked well together, and he was all around a really easy going guy. Taylor and Sam had a bet going on when we would sleep together. I had to admit, I had thought about it. I mean he was very attractive, and funny. Sometimes I thought he was flirting with me, but most of the time I convinced myself that was just his personality. He was friendly to everyone, and could be a bit of a flirt, especially if he had been drinking. But he never crossed a line. And besides, he was my boss, and I wanted to keep my job. It was the only one I had ever had that I truly loved.

“Easy, easy. Dress code is business casual, alright. Not everyone walks around looking like they stepped off a Vogue photoshoot.”

He threw me a playful wink, and I would be lying if I said that didn’t do something to me. Maybe it was the alcohol finally hitting. Or maybe I just really missed sex with something that wasn’t battery operated. Or both. But I simply smiled and rolled my eyes, tilting my head slightly.

“You know I thought most guys that worked in photography had a closet full of cardigans, cable knit sweaters, some suspenders here and there, maybe even a fedora or two. But I guess when you’re head of the department, Mets gear and H&M Couture suffice.”

I loved Peter’s laugh. It reminded me of being a kid, laughing at something with your whole chest. Eyes closed, head thrown back. Peter’s laugh always made me laugh. It reminded me of Bucky’s. There was just something warm about him. People gravitated towards him, loved being in his presence, including me.

“Hey, you be gentle with my Mets alright. And what’s wrong with H&M Couture?”

“Nothing, nothing at all. You’re the boss, Mr. Parker.”

We both stared at each other for a moment. I’ve never called him Mr. Parker since my interview when he advised me to call him Peter moving forward. There was a look in his eyes I had never seen before, and his tongue darted out quickly to wet his lips. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed at how I must have come off. Flashing him a quick smile, I reached for my double shot of tequila and downed it. There was a slight burn at the back of my throat and my lower stomach flooded with warmth, but I welcomed it. I picked up my glass and took a sip, brushing my hair off my shoulder.

“So, um, have you seen Taylor? I haven’t seen her in awhile, and she’s not answering her phone.”

“Don’t worry, blondie’s probably just making her rounds. It’s her party after all.”

“I know, I just..needed to talk to her about something. That’s all.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, no no, everything’s fine. Just..um girl stuff. That’s all.”

“Oh, so I’m excluded from that? Little sexist, don’t you think?”

Rolling my eyes, I lightly pushed at his shoulder with a giggle and took another sip of my drink. The bartender slid a tall draft over towards Peter which he graciously accepted.

“Shut up. Your gender has nothing to do with it, it’s your title. I can’t unload my drama on the guy that signs my checks.”

“Technically, I don’t sign your checks. That’s way above my paygrade.”

Peter shot me another playful wink, wrapping his long fingers around the glass and raising it up to his lips to take a generous sip. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and I had to quickly avert my eyes from staring at his neck. God I needed to get laid. The alcohol began to simmer in my veins and I had to pull it together before I dug a hole I couldn’t get out of.

“You..know what I mean.”

I was hoping anyone that looked at me, including Peter, would think the rose tint to my cheeks was purely from alcohol consumption.

“Look, I realize that technically I am above you, but we’re both off the clock, and not at the office. So right now, don’t think of me as Peter your boss, but Peter your friend. If you got something you wanna get off your chest, I’m all ears.”

There was an intensity swirling around in his gaze that I had never seen before, and for a second I thought I saw his eyes drop down to my lips. Before I could respond, Taylor suddenly appeared in front of us with a dazzling, toothy grin on her ruby painted lips.

“Pete, you made it! I’m glad I found you, Mr. Jameson is here and he’s asking for you. He’s over by the dessert table.”

“Shit, come on T. I thought this was a party, not a networking event? You know I can’t stand that asshole.”

“Relax, he just wants to say hi. I think. He mentioned something about pictures of Spider-Man, but I warned him no shop talk tonight.”

Peter begrudgingly downed the rest of his beer, giving the two of us a dissatisfied glare before stalking off towards the direction of the dessert table.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!”

Taylor and I shared a knowing grin, bursting into a fit of giggles. Her taupe brows knit together for a moment as she eyed the empty shot glass beside me.

“Tequila already?”

For a second I was confused, before my gaze caught up with hers. It took me a moment to register why I had asked for the shot in the first place. Flashes of Bucky popped into my head, and the smile instantly disappeared from my lips. I turned slowly in my seat to stare up at Taylor who was already looking at me in question.

“You invited Sam.”

“Yeah..you like Sam?”

“I do like Sam. I don’t like Bucky.”

“Well neither do I. What does that have to do with Sam?”

“Take a lucky guess to who he invited as his plus one.”

Taylor’s cheerful demeanor melted into an expression of disdain. Her baby blues darkened like a sky before a storm, and there was a hardened edge to her usual sweet voice.

“He did what.”

“He..thought I wouldn’t care. Said it was gonna happen eventually. I guess it is my fault. I did say I was over him.”

I placed my palm against the side of my face, leaning over the bar as I swirled my glass in front of me in slow circles. I could hear Taylor sigh as she sat down beside me, motioning to the bartender for a drink of her own.

“Even if you were, that doesn’t mean he has to parade him around in front of you knowing what he did.”

“He’s his best friend, T. He came first.”

“Yeah well, now they’re both on my shit list.”

My mouth split into a wide grin as I looked over at Taylor. I was so grateful for her. After everything that had happened with Bucky, I was a fucking wreck. A shell of who I used to be. I don’t know how I would have even found the strength to move forward without her. She raised her glass up to mine, and I tapped mine against hers in a silent toast.

“First you two pawn me off to that dickhead, and now you’re drinking without me? You’re both fired.”

“I thought we were off the clock?”

Peter narrowed his eyes at me, crossing his arms across his chest with his lips pursed into a slight pout. After a moment of contemplation, he took the glass from my hand and downed the rest of its contents.

“Fine. You’re not fired. But you’re both getting your own coffee Monday morning.”

Taylor slid her glass over towards me after taking another sip, raising from her seat and smoothing out her dress.

“I’ll be right back. There’s someone I need to talk to.”

She sent me a knowing look, flashing Peter a quick smile before getting lost in the crowd again. He looked over at me quizzically, but I brushed it off with a wave. I knew she was hunting down Sam, and for a moment I felt bad for him. Taylor’s wrath was not for the faint of heart. Sobering thoughts of Bucky were canceling out the buzz from the tequila and I felt tired. I wanted nothing more than to go home and be alone.

“Hey uh, you wanna dance?”

“You dance?”

“Well..not really. But I swear on the Mets winning the World Series, which will happen one day, that I won’t step on your toes. Or at least, I mean..I’ll try.”

Peter had stretched his hand out towards me, a warm smile covering his lips. I knew that I shouldn’t. I knew that despite my emotions being all over the place and having a tiny baby crush on my boss, I shouldn’t dance with him. I didn’t need to give anyone else a reason to think there was something between us. I didn’t want people thinking I got my position for any other reason than busting my ass and being good at my job. But Peter had that sweet look on his face, and I wanted to be held. Comforted. I wanted a small silver lining to this shitty night.

I let him take my hand and lead me to the middle of the dance floor. I placed one of my hands on his chest, still holding onto his other one as his other hand settled respectfully above my hip. He seemed a little nervous and I didn’t know if it was because of me or because he was holding back on what a terrible dancer he actually was. The thought caused a brief laugh to leave my lips and he looked down at me with furrowed brows.

“What?”

“Nothing I just..thinking.”

“About?”

“You’re not as bad of a dancer as I thought you would be.”

“Ouch. I’m gonna put my bruised ego aside for a second so you can tell me what you’re actually thinking about.”

I don’t know how he did it, but Peter could read me like a book. It was scary sometimes. He was almost as good at it as Bucky had been. It made me wonder if I really just was that transparent. I had known Peter for a little over two years. I had gotten the job right before Bucky and I had broken up. He had seen me at my worst. He had been there some nights when I was working late on a deadline and randomly broke down after thoughts of Bucky interrupted my focus. I don’t know if he knew the full extent of what was going on, he never pressed it or asked. He was just patient, kind, and understanding.

Peter never hesitated to offer extensions if he could tell I was struggling. He sent me home if he thought I was too overwhelmed and told me to take a break. He was encouraging if I felt like my work wasn’t my best. He looked out for me in ways he didn’t have to. I tried to ignore the feelings I had for him. I didn’t want to ruin our working relationship, or friendship in general. This job was too important to me. But being so close in his arms, it was getting harder to deny that there wasn’t something there. There were just too many uncertainties. I didn’t know if I felt this way just because he was there after Bucky when I was vulnerable, or if these feelings were organic. I also didn’t know how he felt, and there was no way to find out without ripping apart the boundary I had built.

“I’m thinking about pizza. Pepperoni and pineapple, with a garlic basted crust. And some nice, cold beer. The good kind, not that shit you drink. I’m thinking about how much longer I have to be proper and pleasant before Taylor lets me run away to the comfort of my couch where I don’t have to wear pants or look nice.”

“You do realize you’re not wearing pants now, right?”

“True. But this dress isn’t the most comfortable, and these heels are killing me.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you do look beautiful. And I’m sure you look just as great on your couch, not all done up. Maybe even better. As far as your questionable pizza and beer choices, I can learn to live with those.”

I couldn’t handle the look in his eyes, not right now. My head was buzzing with a million thoughts and questions, and his eyes looked like a shot of whiskey I could get lost in. I laid my head on his shoulder, moving my arms up to wrap around his neck as I brought him in closer. Peter didn’t even hesitate to hold me against his chest, one of his hands shifting dangerously low on my back. He rested his head against mine, nuzzling his nose against my hair. To anyone watching, we probably looked like a couple. I should’ve cared. We both had a professional relationship to uphold. But I didn’t have it in me to care. I gave in completely to the comforting weight of his touch and the warmth of his presence. It had been so long since I had been held like this, I hadn’t realized how much I had been craving it.

“I know you hate when I refer to you as my boss, but I hope you know you’re the best boss I’ve ever had.”

“Because I buy you coffee every day and give you your pick on projects?”

“That’s definitely part of it. But no..it’s mainly just..because you care. You’ve always been um..very accommodating. I just appreciate everything you’ve done for me so..thank you.”

“Alcohol makes you sappy, you know that?”

I pulled back just enough to gently punch at his shoulder, giggling at his reaction of mock offense. His lips quickly curled into a wide grin as he rolled his eyes, his hands resuming their place on my waist.

“You ass! Here I am, pouring my heart out to you, and you make fun of me! That’s it. I’m calling HR first thing Monday morning.”

“Alright, alright! Sorry. I was joking. Sort of. Look um..you..you’ve been great, really. You blew me away in your interview, and you’ve only been all the more impressive ever since. I know you were uh..you know..going through a rough patch and all that but..it’s um..it’s just..it’s good to see you smile again, Y/N.”

There was a sudden shift in the air around us. This time I knew I wasn’t imagining it when I saw Peter glance down at my lips. I swallowed thickly, frantically searching my brain for something to say so I wasn’t standing there like an idiot.

“I have to pee.”

“Alright…thank you for sharing.”

I groaned as I smacked my palm against my forehead, shaking my head slowly as I took a step back from Peter and looked up at him with a timid smile.

“I..sorry. I didn’t mean to just..I’ve had three glasses of champagne and a double shot of tequila. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

I didn’t wait for Peter’s response as I bolted towards the hallway where the bathrooms were. I didn’t actually have to go, but I needed a moment to myself. This night was spinning out of control faster than I had anticipated and I was struggling to keep up. I yelped as I felt a hand gripping onto my wrist, tugging me into an empty room and slamming the door shut behind them.

I was prepared to hurl a string of insults and punches at whatever asshole had dared to grab me before I turned around, only to be met with the sight of a very furious looking Bucky. His sharp jaw was set in a harsh line and his nostrils flared. The threats died in my throat at the furious look on his face.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Why don’t you tell me, asshole? You’re the one who dragged me in here.”

“Are you fucking him?”

“What?”

“That guy. Your boss.”

Bucky spat the words out like they tasted foul coming off of his tongue. I groaned loudly as I rubbed my palms over my face and throughout my hair. I didn’t have the patience to deal with him and his unbridled jealousy. I was so fucking over this night. I was so ready to go home. Taylor would have to forgive me later.

“Oh my god, no, okay? We’re just friends.”

“Friends don’t dance like that together, Y/N. Neither do coworkers. His hands were practically on your ass.”

“Does it matter? Even if we were sleeping together, that is none of your business.”

I took a few steps closer towards the door, but Bucky cut me off, blocking it with his ridiculously large frame. Had he gotten bigger? Focus. I sighed in annoyance at how stubborn he was being. Why did it matter to him? Why did he care? He was the one who had left.

“Move.”

“Is that how you got the job?”

“Excuse me?”

“I asked if that’s how you got the job. I knew how bad you wanted it, but fuck I didn’t take you for the type to slut out for it, doll.”

My mouth suddenly dropped open in shock and there was a piercing pain in my chest. I struck my palm across Bucky’s cheek and a loud slap filled the silent room. My palm stung from the impact and I could barely see flush rising to the spot on his skin where my hand had just been. For the first time, I hated the serum that flowed through his veins, because I knew that my hand hurt impeccably worse than his face. I doubted he even felt it at all. I knew I should have felt pure rage at that moment, but that comment blanketed over me like ice, diminishing the flame within me. He had never spoken to me like that. Our last fight had been volatile, and some of his words still nipped at my brain, but there was nothing lingering like that.

I felt betrayed. I grit my teeth as treacherous tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, seconds away from spilling over. All the fight within me had gone out with those words, and all that was left was more heartache that wouldn’t fit inside my ribcage. I was exhausted. I just wanted to go home.

“Fuck you. How dare you say that to me. You know how hard I worked for that. You were there. God, you helped me put my fucking portfolio together! You helped me rehearse for that interview!”

Bucky’s entire demeanor quickly shifted, eyes widening slightly as if he had just felt the weight of his own words. He clenched his fists at his sides, broad shoulders slumping forward with the burden of guilt. He blinked several times, deterring his gaze to a spot on the ground as if it held all the answers he was searching for.

“I know. I..I didn’t mean that. I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry, Y/N..I just-”

“I don’t want to hear it. You don’t get to be angry with me. You left me. You ended this. Not me. You broke every fucking promise you ever made to me. You do not get to be angry with me for how I choose to move on, or how I choose to pick up the pieces that you left behind.”

Bucky refused to meet my gaze as I spoke. The dam had finally broken, and I wasn’t even going to attempt to hold the waves of pain back. I wanted him to drown in them, like I had.

“I waited for you. For over a year, I was stupid enough to think you might actually change your mind. That you would come back. But you didn’t James, you just left me..like I was nothing. Like I meant nothing. You have no fucking idea what you did to me..what you put me through. You have spent the past two years acting like I never even existed to you. I am finally starting to feel like myself again. And you know what..Peter is a great guy, and he was there when you weren’t. And you know what if I want to be with him, that is my choice, and you don’t get to be upset with me for that. You don’t get to call me a slut for moving on and fixing what you broke.”

Bucky’s face had softened with regret as he finally lifted his gaze to stare down at me, his expression faltering in complete remorse. I could see his eyes glistening under the dim light in the room. I never got to tell him how I felt after he ended things. He never gave me a chance to. I had held onto these pent up feelings for years, waiting for a chance to pour them out. I felt lighter almost, like I had given him back a final piece of me I didn’t want anymore.

He took a step towards me, his lips parted with the intention to speak. I could see the thoughts spinning around in his head. I know he wanted to say something, anything to make this better. He always struggled with words. He always felt like they weren’t enough, or he couldn’t find the right ones to translate the noise in his head. Bucky was a man of action, in every sense of the word. He preferred to show, not tell, but I think even he knew there was no gesture that would be enough to salvage the wreckage he had created. Even after everything, my heart ached for him.

No matter what, Bucky always tried. I could always depend on him to do that. If he couldn’t understand what I needed to hear, or what I wanted from him, or how to fix an issue between us, he tried to figure it out. Relentlessly. There wasn’t an end he wouldn’t go to just to try. He swore as long as I granted him patience, he would never stop trying. I think that’s why it devastated me so badly when he did stop. When he finally gave up on us. On me. I took a deep breath to wash out the grief in my lungs, wiping at my cheeks with the back of my hand as I steaded my voice.

“James, you made a choice. Now I have to make mine. So please..if you ever cared about me at all, I need you to let me let you go. Once and for all. Because..I deserve better, than to just be discarded like a piece of clothing you’ve outgrown. I loved you, more than I ever thought I could possibly feel about another person, and a piece of me will probably always love you. But I’m not going to beg to be an afterthought in your life when someone will make me the center of their universe.”

The tear that rolled down his cheek pierced right through my heart, and I felt it shattering all over again. Bucky was the first person I ever truly fell in love with, and despite everything, I know deep down he never wanted to hurt me. I know he loved me once. He wasn’t cruel, he was just conflicted. But I couldn’t wait any longer for him to sort his own feelings out. I had already wasted too much time putting what he might want in front of what I did want.

I took a few steps forward until I stood right in front of him. He instantly reached out to pull me into his chest, like it was a safe haven. It used to be. I let him embrace me fully, burying his face into the crook of my neck. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, wrapping my arms around his back as I felt his shuddering breath on my skin. This used to be my favorite place. My home. But now..it felt like somewhere I didn’t belong. Foreign. I turned my head slightly to place a gentle kiss to his cheek bone where my hand had struck, a silent apology, before slowly retracting from his touch.

Bucky’s eyes were rimmed with tears as he reluctantly let go, and his hand was still outstretched towards me as I pulled away. I couldn’t reach for him, even if my entire body was screaming for him. It remembered him. It remembered the good. But my brain could only conjure the bad. If I stayed in his arms another second, I wouldn’t have the strength to walk away. I gave him the most sincere smile I could manage.

“Goodbye, James. Take care of yourself. Please. I…I really hope you find whatever it is that you’re looking for. I’m sorry that it wasn’t me.”

I left him there in that room without another word. It felt strange, to be on the other side this time. I hoped I had been kinder. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I didn’t say goodbye to Taylor or Peter, or even Sam. I would deal with them another time. I slipped out the back into the bustling streets, getting lost in the scattered crowds and chatter, welcoming the bitter cold settling in my bones. Even though my heart still ached for the piece of it I left in that room, I felt like I could breathe again. I had finally gotten the closure that I needed. I was proud of myself for asserting my value to a man I never thought would take me for granted. For choosing the daunting task of creating a life on my own instead of falling back into the familiarity of a fantasy I had created with someone else. I knew the final encounter I shared with Bucky would sting for the coming days, and maybe it always would, but it wouldn’t paralyze me again.

As I gazed up at the midnight sky, admiring the glimmer of multi-colored flashing lights and welcoming the kiss of snowflakes as they landed across my cheeks, I felt strangely hopeful about the future. You never know when you’ll find magic in this city.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes fic #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fic #peter parker #sam wilson

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DREW + 4, 12, and 23

OKAY. TUMBLR'S LETTING ME ANSWER THIS ONE NOW. hellsite. Long post. I joked about being normal and hinged on the other ask about him I answered and CONGRATS, you get unhinged and long-winded thoughts! Curse of being my friend, I'm comfortable being unwell around you and now you get a dissertation <3.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I mean, here's the thing. Literally any answer is objectively going to be hilarious. He's absurd in whatever you throw him at. Off the top of my head. Skyrim. Any romcom ever. Red Dead Redemption. Zelda. Great British Bake-Off. Like. Literally anything is really funny to imagine kdjfhskjf. Real answer, though, I think he would THRIVE as a Stardew Valley townie. That seems genuinely up his alley. Little florist's shop with a greenhouse in the back, a small-town with plenty of wilderness around to explore, and damn it now I just want to make an SDV pokeani au.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Long section incoming. Lol. Sorry. I have.... thoughts. A couple of 'em, even. Not adding a read-more because at this rate tumblr's gonna auto-shorten this for me.

kdjfhdskjfhdsjfhdsj. okay. You, the one asking this, already know WAY TOO MANY OF MY HEADCANONS ABOUT HIM and you are complicit in all of them lmfao. Assuming the french-canadian thing doesn't count since it's arguably canon (?), here's a potentially ~controversial~ one that literally nobody is obligated to agree with, dw, but I can back it up (sort of) (as much as you can back up ANYTHING in AG): I do not think Drew stays in coordinating in the long-term. Here's the thing. Think about episodes where he's being annoying and high-strung (/affectionate). Now, think about episodes where he seems to actually have serotonin for once. In group one, high-strung, you're going to get a lot of contest (like, contests on stage, not shorthand for shipping)/competition themed episodes. I have my... OPINIONS (/derogatory) about the Absol scene in Thinning the Hoard!, but I can use that as an example of "Well. This can't be great for his emotional wellbeing." EVIDENTLY it stresses him the fuck out. He's never more moody and stressed than he is in grand festivals/contests. But, in group two where he's actually kinda chill (albeit still himself), we have episodes where he's out doing literally anything other than coordinating- Unbeatable Lightness, WWWWW (why is he more relaxed in the episode where he drowns than the episodes where he wins ribbons?), On Cloud Arcanine. Hell, even contest episodes where he's not the one competing! He seems genuinely happier outside of contests.

This isn't even getting into my thoughts on coordinating fame and canon's portrayal of it (which is actually interesting and consistent, if unelaborated on). Some people thrive in that attention. Others won't. I think Drew genuinely loves the ART of contests. The planning of it, the technical side, working out strategies and appeals. And he's good at it. But the other parts of coordinating are things he struggles with and is uneasy with (also seen briefly in Unbeatable Lightness, A Fan With A Plan, and Spontaneous Combusken, my beloved absolute dumpster fire of an episode).

Now, it's a real shame to headcanon him as someone driven out of a career he loves by the culture of it and to just leave it on that sour note, though- so, where does he go from there? I've spoken to friends about it and there's different schools of thought about this- the one I usually lean towards personally is a career change that still allows him to partake in the parts of coordinating that he loved without the parts he hated, like becoming a mentor of sorts for new coordinators. I can see him being, like, a coordinating professor of sorts. Something that still allows the artistic expression and self-challenge, but more contained and focused specifically on the parts he loves about it. I can see him finding more satisfaction through teaching and nurturing others' talents and watching THEM go off and win rather than putting himself through it.

And obviously, his entire canon character is about how he's good at coordinating! This is maybe a weird take that sort of takes canon and does a hard pivot, so absolutely no need to agree at all, and I LOOOOVE interpretations where he stays and thrives in it! Because honestly, on a selfish note, the less he does coordinating the less I have to worry about the rules of contest appeals and battles, so. Can't say I don't have a personal stake in this. Because dear god do not make me try to understand the gen 3 anime's contest point system or lack thereof, what the FUCK.

Anyways. Thoughts. I have them. Sometimes. On occasion.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

lmao. BUT also 1.) every single face he's ever made at Harley, and 2.) every single face he makes in Unbeatable Lightness, which I think this is the third time I've mentioned it here BUT IT'S A GOOD EPISODE AND I'M NOT TAKING ALTERNATE OPINIONS ON THAT! If the sunset scene rewired my brain chemistry as a kid for probably the worse, then that's everyone else's problem and not mine. insert Taylor Swift "Drew looks-" FUCK YEAH MAN HE SURE DOES!!!!!

#non pokeani mutuals . do not worry about this. we're all really normal here :)#taylor's tag #taylor talks #drew #THANK YOU TAYLOR. taylor^2

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RotT ranting ‘cause I need to express my unhappiness.

JIM YOU COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT!

There is a whole ass 20 min long ep in Trollhunters called ‘Unbecoming’ exploring the question/insecurity of “What if Jim wasn’t the Trollhunter?” The answer clearly shown in the episode is “The whole world will go to shit, and in the end Jim is the Trollhunter, Amulet or not.”

Ya hear that Jim? AMULET or NOT.

So why is it that the 1st thing young Jimmy does when the Amulet breaks is go, “Oh no but can i be a hero without the Amulet?😱” Bitch EXCUSE ME??

Where did all that character development go huh? Up Gunmar’s fat asshole? ‘Cause no way are the writers doing this arc again that they already did very well in a series explicitly dedicated to Jim alone, without the time limit of a movie and the need to include sixty million other main characters from the other shows and all their separate arcs.

But apparently, the writers collectively decided to have selective amnesia that day and completely forgot about the episode dedicated to Jim’s insecurities and doubts. Nice going writers.

And then. And THEN. They have the audacity to take Toby - ma boi TP - and make it so the only thing he can do to help is sacrifice himself for the cause, and then die. Yes, you heard that right. They kill off Toby for shock value.

What. The. Fuck.

Toby is so much more than just the support guy who dies to give the movie a dark edgy “deep” ending. He’s Jim’s best friend, the steady accepting rock that Jim is lost without. It’s not a happy ending if Toby’s not in it. Jim would be broken. But I guess that was probably the point, huh. “Oh no, one of the main chs died, this movie really does have consequences!”

Except it actually doesn’t, because they almost immediately scrap that. See, after Toby’s tragic death - which btw I legit didn’t see coming and was completely confused by. And this wasn’t shock or denial from grief, this was just plain scepticism and confusion. Huh? Ok so did Toby just… die? It’s not a fake-out for drama?

I just sat there for a few minutes waiting for the film to clarify. And then when I realised yes, they did actually kill Toby, I waited a bit more for the film to pull something out of its ass to retcon this. Which it did. And boy was it some retcon.

Time travel. Yep. You heard right, but I’m going to write it again anyway: They used time travel.

Now time travel on its own isn’t a show breaker. Hell, it’s used quite effectively in many stories and movies. Harry Potter PoA case in point. So time travel as a concept isn’t bad. It’s when the time travel breaks the timeline, already existing lore, character development, character integrity, stakes, suspension of disbelief, and makes you feel like nothing you watched mattered, that it becomes bad. Which RotT does. And it’s a dumpster fire.

Jim travels back in time, not to the moment before Toby’s sacrifice, which would have invalidated that sacrifice but might have been bearable. Not to the beginning of the movie, which would have been a bit weird but bearable. No. Go big or go home right? He goes all the way back to Trollhunters Season 1 Episode 1 ‘Becoming’. The beginning of the fucking series.

In case you don’t realise what a colossal screw up this is, let me lay out the situation for you.

So, y’know all those characters you know and love? Y’know how you love them because you’ve seen them grow from idealistic normal kids to responsible and dependable badasses? Y’know how you put your time into watching 88 episodes and 1 movie? Y’know how you witnessed 34 hours of these characters learning and growing and interacting together? Y’know all the highs and lows, the tears and the smiles, the laughs and the cringes, the heartbreak and wholesome? The journey these characters, and this world, has taken? The moments and episodes and people and places you know and have grown to care about?

Well. Take all that, wrap it up really nicely with a bow on top, sign ‘My Childhood’ on it, and then just kinda… throw it in the trash. And then crush it under a trash compactor. And then light the resulting piece of shit on fire.

According to the writers and world and lore and canon, those 88 episodes? They don’t exist. None of that has happened, except in Jim’s head. It’s kinda like the ‘it was all a dream’ stories, but almost worse because that dream is going to happen again.

We know what’s going to happen. Doing it again will feel cheap and boring and flat. Those characters we like ‘cause of character development? Not there anymore. We’re stuck with the simple boring normal versions of them again. And we’ll have to watch them go through the same things as if for the first time just to get to the characters we like. Only it won’t be for the first time. And we’ll know that.

Why would we want this? Writers? Hello? Someone answer me, because I don’t know the reason myself! Why in the everloving shit would we ever want to retcon 32 hours of viewing experience, just to do it all. Over. Again. There is no reason. Because we don’t want to.

Hell, even Jim probably doesn’t want to! The writers made it so he still remembers everything, so do you know how much trauma this guy probably has by now? Let’s see:

Bular trying to kill him, Draal trying to kill him, Goblins trying to kill him, Nomura trying to kill him, Gladys trying to kill him, the Stalkling trying to kill him, lightning trying to kill him, Strickler trying to kill him, lying to his Mom, Golems trying to kill him, Gato trying to kill him, Angor Rot trying to kill him, Pixies being pixies, his Mom almost being killed, Aaarrrgghh being killed.

The Darklands trying to kill him, Nyarlagroths trying to kill him, Gumm Gumms trying to kill him, Dictatious trying to kill him, Gunmar trying to kill him, the Gruesome trying to kill him, Usurna trying to kill him, the Deep trying to kill him, Vendal being killed, Otto trying to kill him, Trollmarket’s citizens being killed, Claire almost killing herself. Claire getting possessed and trying to kill him, Draal being killed, Merlin trying to kill him, Jim killing his humanity, the sun trying to kill him, Morgana trying to kill him.

The Green Knight trying to kill him, Arthur trying to kill him, Guards trying to kill him, Aaarrrgghh trying to kill him, the Arcane Order trying to kill him, Jim trying to kill his friends, Merlin being killed, Jim being killed. Nari trying to kill him, Numora being killed, Strickler being killed, Archie and Charlemagne being killed, the world being killed, Toby being killed.

Yeahhh. He’s got trauma. He’s got trauma for days. Hey, you know what’s great for someone who has trauma? Putting them back into the traumatic situation and doing it again! I’m sure their mental health won’t completely crumble under the stress. This is going to go great! Not.

And that’s not even the worst part. Haha ohhh no!

The worst part - by FAR - is that this stupid garbage excuse for a movie not only forgets about ‘Unbecoming’ once, but twice.

During the bulk of the movie, Jim struggles with feeling like he can’t be a hero without the Amulet. During the end of the movie though, after Jim’s successfully time travelled to the writers’ heart’s content, Jim forgets the other major lesson of Unbecoming, the part about what happens if Jim isn’t the Trollhunter. Don’t remember? Here’s a friendly reminder from before:

“The whole world will go to shit, and in the end Jim is the Trollhunter, Amulet or not.”

Did you catch that first part? Ahem.

“THE WHOLE WORLD WILL GO TO SHIT.”

If Jim is not the Trollhunter, if he does not pick up the Amulet and stop the Bridge from forming, and kill Bular and Gunmar and Angor Rot, the whole world goes to complete, absolute, no holds barred, shit. And what does Jim do at the end of the movie, having seen in terrifying detail exactly what that kind of future is? Why, he makes Toby the Trollhunter of course!

I- I can’t. I just can’t with this movie. How-? Why-? Just why. Why do this? Jim, you remember what happened last time you refused the call, right? You- you do remember, right??

Killahead opens. Bular is still alive. Gunmar and the whole Gumm Gumm army is free. Arcadia’s population of humans is eaten alive. Trollmarket is overrun. There are Changelings and Goblins and all kinds of Darklands creatures everywhere. No-one can kill Gunmar because the Amulet is broken, which means no Eclipse Armor.

Merlin’s staff is most likely taken by the bad guys, since the Amulet can’t lead any GGs to it first. Merlin is crushed to death without waking. Morgana is freed. The Eternal Night is upon us. Humanity is eaten. The Arcane Order turns everything back to the Stone Age with no one to stop them. The Arkiridians land on Earth and are probably killed. There goes Arkiridian-5’s royal family. General Morando becomes Gaylen and battles the Arcane Order for ultimate supremacy over the Universe.

This is the Bad Timeline. Everything sucks.

Jim. Jim buddy. Buddy ol’ pal. Jimbo. Why in the everloving fuck would you do this? It’s official, I think the writers have amnesia. They forgot that whole episode, apparently it wasn’t there.

And wait a minute- who ever said Jim could give the Amulet to Toby in the first place? It’s not, like, really his choice? Sure he rejected it in ‘Unbecoming,’ but that was mainly Merlin’s choice to make Draal the Trollhunter instead of Jim to teach Jim a lesson. Key word: Merlin’s choice. Because it’s Merlin’s Amulet, and he chooses who the next Trollhunter is.

Why would Merlin choose Toby just because he sacrificed himself in the future? Toby is, no offence Toby, not a logical choice to be Trollhunter. At this point in the story he’s not very fit, doesn’t seem to want the kind of adventure Jim does in the first episode, and he doesn’t have any fighting skills.

It’s only Jim’s expertise in cooking that lets him live in that first battle with Bular. Toby doesn’t have cooking skills. He will die on the first night, and then the Amulet will choose Jim again, but this time he’ll have even more added trauma.

And let's put aside the plot relevance of how much of a horrifying choice anyone who’s not Jim having the Amulet is for a sec. Plot aside, Jim as a character would never in his LIFE give Toby the Amulet. Because it’s not just a glowing amulet with cool armour and a sword for someone who’s worthy.

It’s a burden.

It’s a burden and a responsibility. It’s a lifelong commitment to putting others first. To making hard choices and having to live with the consequences of them in the aftermath. To giving every part of yourself, to sacrificing everything you are, so that someone else can be saved. Two worlds on the Trollhunter’s shoulders. Human and Troll.

That weight is something Jim has not wanted so many times. He’s admitted or complained or sighed or yelled that sometimes he wants to get to be a normal kid, live longer than high school, not worry about someone trying to kill him or someone else all the time.

The Trollhunter doesn’t get that luxury. Rule number one: Always be afraid. The Trollhunter can never stop being afraid. Their whole life from this point until DEATH is dedicated to this destiny of fear and hunting and protection.

Jim, who cares for and loves his best friend as a brother, would never ever push that kind of life and responsibility onto Toby and call it something good. The sole reason Jim went back in time at all was to save Toby. There is NO universe in which Jim willingly and happily then takes Toby’s life and shoves him into the path of Bular, and Strickler, and Angor Rot, and Gunmar.

And the icing on the fucked up cake is that the only way Jim managed to kill Gunmar was by turning into a troll. By giving up his life as a human teenager with a human family. By becoming a species with a lot of instincts and traits most others would label as monster. By giving up his life in the sun. By giving up part of his humanity.

Jim would NEVER force Toby into having to make that kind of choice. And I am ashamed of the writers who thought that he would.

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