#i think it'd be hilarious if someone calls him out like hey why did you lie abt that

[espectres]

I think it'd be very funny if someone called shou out on all the little white (?) lies he tells in perfectly normal conversations, unnecessarily too

[moodymisty]

Hey Misty, sorry for the incoming braindump. I read a theory on reddit that the primarchs were partly made from minor gods of the Warp and that the Loyalists were gods that Big E bargained with and who went willingly, while the Traitors were gods he subjugated/tricked somehow. I thought this was really cool and had it on my mind all day. Full-on neuron activation moment. But I don't have any friends who know about 40k to talk about it with so I suppose I will leave some thoughts here :) sorry if this is annoying/unwelcome.

This focuses on the Traitors mostly because I find them very interesting.

Like, what if reader is/was a devout and beloved high-priestess/follower of one of those gods(maybe it's a steadily declining religion, even?) And so when the specific primarch in question fleetingly lays eyes on her for the first time while taking over the world she lives on, there is just this instant feeling of desire/attachment/protectiveness that they don't understand. Maybe the primarch had some kind of silent subconscious urge to go to that planet specifically, because the god has/had worshippers there and it sort of calls out to them. Like divine homesickness lol.

For the Loyalists it would be mostly wholesome and cute tbh. It'd be like they found a piece of themselves that they didn't know was missing. Very meet-cute potential.

But for the Traitors it could be soooo spicy. You get snatched by Curze and it is just a shitshow. Mood swings galore and most of the time you have no idea what you even did to trigger them(your silent prayers for mercy made something in his head feel like it was crawling) I think your take on him being really obsessive and almost desperately clingy(in the most unnerving of ways) fits super well. Whatever entity got diced up and put in the Curze soup was probably a fucking scary one.

I think Perturabo would be really scary too. Although maybe finding someone like that would soothe him somehow? You'd definitely be walking on eggshells with him (at least at first) though. Another one with mood swings. Another scary god, but less "horrific torment to cleanse you of your sins" and more of a "You lesser creatures exist for worship and labor." Maybe that's why he's so pissy, the divine part of him was used to having constant praise and offerings and now he gets almost none.

Angron would be soo tragic. His whole thing was empathy so I think whatever god he has in him/was made from might have been a much more gentle one. He's got one side of him crying out desperately to be near you and the nails raking through him on the other.

Lorgar would be hilarious tbh. A guy made from the blended up remains of a minor Warp deity constantly crowing about you being a goddess (when you were just a humble priestess before lol). It's like this comedically backwards situation, the God worshipping the acolyte. Maybe the entity he was made from was literally a deity of worship? I dunno. Kinda stumped on this one lol.

I think Mortarion would be pretty normal tbh. Might even fight against the thing in his chest that tugs him towards your presence. Slow burn city. I think whatever god he was made from very much wanted to be left alone, but wasn't particularly scary. Just a bit cold, distant, and stern. Maybe something to do with resilience in the face of suffering/adversity?

Fulgrim is pretty obvious thematically. Another one that wouldn't be too scary. Whatever divine he was made from was some kind of god of perfection/pursuits (obvs). Something you'd pray to before you tried to paint a masterpiece, or maybe even as you tried to learn any skill at all. Praying in the hopes of becoming a master at whatever trade you do. As for why it didn't go willingly, maybe it saw the creations Big E intended to make as flawed, and found being placed in such a vessel as distasteful? Might be why he's so obsessed with achieving perfection, because that part of him is viscerally digusted by his imperfections.

Bonus: Guilliman was made from some kind of deity of order. Or even a god of plenty/growth? He always seems to leave places better than they were before he got there, after all. I know a lot of people see Sanguinius or Vulkan as Konrad's opposite, but I think maybe Guilliman is closer. Guilliman feels like true order. Curze feels like chaos grasping for stability (via his obsession with executing criminals) idk.

Apologies for how long this ended up being >_< I had a lot more thoughts than I'd expected lol. I hope your weekend goes well!

This is an interesting idea! I've not heard of this theory before but given the vagueness behind Emps dealings in creating the primarchs, anything is possible

[missautumn]

Andy lifted her hands with a teasing smile. "Hey, we all gotta sleep at night." She was joking of course, she had no idea what his family company did and honestly, she didn't care, similar to her previous comment, everyone had to eat. And one was supposed to do everything for the family, that was mainly why she worked her ass off instead of doing what she really wanted. The brunette fake gasped when Royce admitted never watching Suits and clicked her tongue at him. "Suits is the kind of program you watch because it's... fucking hilarious and genius. So maybe the law accuracy is not excellent but still. Like doctors watch Grey's anatomy even if it's way off in the accuracy." Andy explained.

As she was called back to work, Royce question caught her aback, she didn't really think he'd do more than flirt a little and then go find someone else. "Are you, really?" She challenged with a smirk. "I don't have a break but I finish here at 4. If you're here by then I'll make true what I said." It'd be a fun little bet with herself while she worked, because Andy was a woman of word and she wouldn't mind leaving tonight with a man like Royce but she didn't know if he had the patience to wait around for her. 4 came around, the bar had been cleared a while ago -and with that, Royce- and after cleaning everything in the bar Andy grabbed her bag from the backroom, re-applied her red lipstick just I'm case a certain lawyer was indeed waiting for her and walked out of the club, a cigarette between her fingers while she chatted with her co-workers about the night's events; when the brunette hit the sidewalk, she couldn't help but look left and right 

Royce laughed and shook his head slowly. She did have a point, but he wasn't going to openly admit that. "I prefer: I defend my family's company and help them grow" he said instead. "I have never seen Suits, or any lawyer show" he admitted. Most of them were wrong or just boring. Royce was not going to mention his family's company name unless she asked, mostly because they had quite a reputation.

"Either meaning sounds more than fun by me. I don't mind being objectified by beautiful women" he chuckled softly. "But, going with the 'down with anything' meaning... when is your break? Or when does your shift end?" He asked curiously. "Don't you worry... do what you have to do, I'll be here" he assured her. He was a patient man, he would wait until he got what he wanted. In this case, it was her. That's pretty much the reason why he was here anyways. @missautumn

[legend-of-binkus]

Three concepts i would love to see explored in the LU.

(if anyone knows of any fanfic with these themes please let me know!)

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1. Ballad of the Goddess is just Zelda’s Lullaby backwards.

This one is just kind of funny to me. How did the Melody of the Royal family come about? Was it just either Sun or Sky messing around on their harp and they just randomly decided to play the Ballad of the Goddess backwards and were like, "Hey, this is a bop!"

Ballad of the Goddess is a song that was passed down from ancient times [X], so I find it amusing that the reverse would become the staple Melody of the Royal Family

Having said that however, the song is called Zelda's Lullaby. It's possible that Sky will play it for Sun OR Sun will eventually compose it for her and Sky's future children. I think it could be really sweet to see the birth of the song. Or if the Zelda's are ever brought together I can just imagine Sun being like, "I wrote a song for everyone!" "Wait... What's wrong?" Cue every Zelda crying as they remember their own mothers singing them that exact song. ),:

Does anyone else have a theory about how the song came about?

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2. Legend is a Knight of Hyrule (slight spoilers for A Link to the Past)

Legend's distain for knights is also hilarious to me because he's arguably the Knight of all knights.

“Link...you must rescue Princess Zelda. Our people are fated to do so." - Link’s Uncle (A Link to the Past)

"Among the descendants of the Knights Of Hyrule a hero must appear." - Sahasrahla (A Link to the Past)

"Only a person of the Knights Of Hyrule, who protected the royalty of Hylia, can become the Hero... You are of their blood-line, aren't you? Then you must rescue Zelda without fail." - Maiden (A Link to the Past)

"You are perhaps the last one to carry on the blood-line of the Knights... It is ironic that the last one in the line has the potential to become the Hero of legend." - Maiden (A Link to the Past)

The Knights of Hyrule were a special clan of knights, but most of them died during the Imprisoning War [X] and in A Link to the Past it's shown that Legend is very likely the last one. Legend claiming to be an "Average nobody" couldn't be farther from the truth. I'd love to see/read about the others in the chain finding out about Legends heritage.

(It'd be too long for this post, but one day I do plan to write a more extensive theory as to why Legend wants to keep his lineage a secret, however I would love to see this idea tackled by other's as well!)

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3. For generations, it was said that a "great king" would be the one worthy of the Triforce.

Have you ever been bored and just randomly decided to read the game manual for a 35 year old game? No? Just me?

Well... It just so happens that I found the most interesting little tidbit.

And who is the one that obtains the Triforce in Zelda II: The Adventure of Link? Hyrule! You know... this guy.

Seems to me that he doesn't want anything to do with that prophecy and is actively trying to avoid it. To Hyrule, the type of person he pictures as fitting of the role of "great king" isn't him. (To my knowledge, legends and prophecies in Zelda games are usually quite literal, so I'm pretty sure this isn't like a figurative type of king, but who knows?)

But hey, if Tetra can be a Pirate Queen, then Hyrule can be a Nomad King. Rather then trying to fit himself into the narrow definition that he currently holds for someone deemed "great king", I'd like to see Hyrule redefine the role for himself and be the type of king he wants to be.

In his world, there's already a ruler in a castle— Dawn (probably Queen Dawn at this point). There's no need for another. I don't believe Hyrule should have to change who he is to be another great leader.

(plus I'm a sucker for old fairy tale tropes and I just want Hyrule and Aurora to live happily ever after by traveling around the kingdom and helping the people wherever they go)

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Any other LoZ concepts/plot points that you'd like to see brought into into the LU?

[aftersamu]

HEY LEAH THIS IS FOR YOUR ASK GAME (4) !!

three facts about me :

1. my love language is basically music HAHA for example, if it's your bday i'll make you a playlist of songs that remind me of you (the reason why i have 573984 playlists but anyways..)

2. i have such a low attention span, like it'd take me hours to finish an assignment because i'd be on my phone for a few minutes then watching this random bird outside the next

3. i'm SO BAD at cooking. my entire family thinks it's hilarious how disastrous i am in the kitchen. i'm the type of person to boil water, leave to do something, then totally forget about it until someone else calls me over and the bubbling water is spilling out of the pot

AS FOR YOU IM THINKING... SEMI? OK HEAR ME OUT:

- BAND AU.

- so i imagine he's the guitarist and you're the bassist (or drummer whatever you prefer!)

- now y'all don't really get along, i'm sensing that you guys have disagreements

- like idk, you might suggest one thing for the band but he'd disagree and want something completely different

- i feel like he'd also disagree with you on purpose to piss you off LOL

- maybe you guys realize your feelings at an end of the year celebration? or some sort of event that would have baked goods

- maybe you baked something and he really liked it? when he found out you made it, he stopped and was like "woah..??"

- dude fell in love because whatever you made that day was DELICIOUS

- oohh maybe you even tried teaching him (he'd probably fail miserably tbh)

- ID TOTALLY EXPAND BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG

- SO YEAH THATS WHAT I THINK !!

IH MY GO KJDSIFBEWIBFWEHJ – WHOA OKAY PLEASE EXPAND IF YOU WANT TO !! I'M LIKE SUPER CURIOUS.!!

okay okay! i'm really feeling iwaizumi,

it's all about the little things that make you two tick, BUT it's also the BEST example of the little things that make it work! it's one of those, grower situations.

at first, you two got assigned a group project, and he texts you one day wondering how everything is going to play out – and you accidentally leave him on read. he did not take that too kindly.

iwaizumi feels very time efficient to me, he's very... cardinal?? and likes things to be done, so he can come off very harsh or super passive. WHICH IS NOT IT!

so obvi, you're like... 🤨 so confused on why he's being so rude! not to mention he's really nit-picky, and will always remind you over and over again about this stupid project... because he doesn't trust you.

and for some reason you ALWAYS GOT PAIRED TOGETHER,

he'd always be on you for getting the work done, and you'd do it late at night.

sometimes you'd purposely do things to piss him off, like ask him if he's done the work yet cuz when you checked the doc – nothing was done.

little stuff like that.

BUT! one time you see his spotify open, and it's a complete game changer!

that is the turning point in the relationship. because then you're like: can i make you a playlist! and he gets so flustered.

so he's all like: i'll make one for you too then. (trying to be all fly and not dorky) but of course you notice he's red and tease him for it.

yeah, the point is – music became the foundation. and the one thing that he could never understand is how you can spend hours gathering songs that you think he'd like best, or trash him about the last song he listened to ten hours ago, but still not remember that you haven't replied to his messages.

game !!

[wickedpact]

I saw someone comment that if nicky and joe actually had a speed-run version of a romance it wouldn't be much better than rey/kylo (ie: nicky's redemption should be a *process* and not a single act; it'd take more than just "i'm switching sides and fighting with you" for joe to truly forgive him... which is ENTIRELY reasonable/understandable) - do you think the comparison is fair? (I mean, Nicky wasn't a space nazi but he WAS an indoctrinated religious radical)

well..... no, for a variety of reasons (allow me to say beforehand that i dont really... hate r*ylo or r*ylo in general but im.. hm, not a fan of the ship or the sequel trilogy)

edit: i am actually going to put this under a cut bc its longer than i thought it was when i wrote it

first of all i think theres something to be said abt the fact that ben (im just gonna call him ben so this post doesnt come up in search) is a space nazi. hes part of a fictional group of people who oppress a different fictional group of people, despite having some inspiration taken from rl. nicky was part of an invasion force that existed in real history, a part of a war that has had far-reaching effects in the real world to this day. as much as nicolo himself is fictional, neither the crusades nor the ideologies that had a part in fueling them are. so it feels a bit crass to compare the two.

(also like.. man, the sith blew up two (three?) planets. thats like several billion people each, how are you supposed to compare almost cartoonish villainy like that to real life?)

secondly ben had like... presumably more power over the situation than nicky did, idk what the situation is for ben’s backstory in canon terms rn, (its been more or less retconned a couple times i believe), but ben was the child of two powerful and privileged people and likely received all the education in the world on why Murder And Fascism Bad.

he was like? supposedly groomed by snoke, but what does that even mean? anakin went to the dark side bc he valued the life of his wife more than the lives of all the jedi. simple as that. he was manipulated but he still willingly assisted in a genocide to achieve his own personal goals, how can you just step back and say ‘ben was manipulated into it its not his fault’ when he no doubt knew better that Blowing Up Planets Bad. but then even on top of that.. .we dont really know nicky’s exact situation prior to the crusades which brings me to the next point,

what we know abt nicky’s mindset in the crusades era:

greg said once that ‘it was a time of religious hatred’ which is. vague.

one of the promo vids said nicky was ‘ a young knight who had left the priesthood behind to follow the crusade ‘ which is.. vague

nicky himself said ‘he was taught to hate’ joe’s ‘people’ which is... vague

the comics shows a dialogue-less couple of panels of joe and nicky killing each other which is..................... vague

we really dont know that much about nicky’s situation other than he was ‘taught to hate’, which is how all hatred works, hatred isnt a biologically ingrained behavior, its always taught. ‘taught to hate’ can mean everything from someone slapping him on the back one day and going ‘hey those muslims suck’ to full ass brainwashing, who tf knows. we can only guess based off historical information, and tog has proven itself to not be historically accurate several times over now. so you really cant compare nicky’s mindset to ben’s bc we dont know what nicky’s mindset was.

but even then theres a difference between ‘i was taught incorrect information and i formerly believed i was doing a good thing and i now am beginning to realize that i am not’ and ‘ive been knowingly evil (literally red lightsaber and all) for literal years but ive just decided to change my mind bc i had a vision of my father (whomst i murdered) asking me to be good again’

(i mean come on, ben was actively resisting his good impulses. ‘forgive me i feel the pull to the light again’. )

lastly i also dont think thats fair to tog bc i wouldnt count r*ylo as a ‘speedrun’. it was set up in tlj, the problem with r*ylo is that it was bounced between two directors who not only had different visions for the franchise, but conflicting visions for the franchise and? seemingly they didnt collaborate at all. so if it feels like ben and rey were ping pong-ing back and forth between being enemies and borderline-lovers, its bc they were created by two men with completely different ideas of what the relationship looked like + they were at the mercy of a company which has pretty singlemindedly dedicated itself to lowest-common-denominator media that offends Nobody and thus tried to pass them off as pseudo-canon so neither the shippers nor the antis would get Mad. tog doesnt have these problems.

i think the idea of joe and nicky blinking once at each other and just immediately falling in love is, while fun and hilarious, a bit silly realistically bc thats generally not how feelings Work (I Dont Believe In Love At First Sight). going on a 24hr murder-bender and immediately going ‘oh wait im actually in love with this person who just brutally murdered me’ isnt comparable to two people who have a couple hours’ worth of content focused around essentially being inside of eachother’s brains and learning why the other Is The Way They Are. r*ylo didnt come out of nowhere, it was lead up to (just really poorly)

realistically, i think joe and nicky would like. at least have to get to know each other a little before they could convincingly fall in love imo, but theres rlly nothing comparable there with ben and rey to me

[rogue-barnes-16]

THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part II/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back.

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

Tags:

The mysterious disappearance of Natasha Romanoff: @shirukitsune

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: language.

A/N: lucky me, when I told you guys to choose a number from 1 to 12, 12 was the second choice. 12 was also the second part of this fic. I wasn't planning on starting this series so soon but meh, here it goes.

Part I

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

The steering wheel gripped, my jaw clenched.

"it's Natasha. She... Dissappeared"

I drove at full speed until I reached my building, and, once I exited my car, I made a beeline through the lobby to reach the elevator.

"it's Natasha."

I entered in my apartment and tossed the bag I had been carrying all the goddamn way to there. My door wasn't even locked before I kicked off my heels and started to unbutton my blouse.

"she... dissappeared"

All my clothes, one by one, had been discarded all over the hall on the way to my bedroom.

I let my body fall over my soft mattress, warm blanket and cozy pillows. I was so tired and my bed was so comfy.

It had been a long ass day.

My boyfriend refused to talk to me after the fight we had had; I argued with my boss and Wanda, my secretary and bestfriend got caught in the crossfire; I had to do a whole tone of work, and when I got out of the building, those two fuckers were there.

They had the nerve to come to my work place.

They had the nerve to come to me.

Natasha dissappeared, they had said.

And I didn't know why I couldn't get it out of my mind, because it couldn't be the first time something like that happened in their gang. They hadn't needed my help before, therefore, they didn't really need my help now.

No, it was a lame excuse to... God knows what.

I really could use some sleep, so I closed my eyes and let my body relax as my mind drifted off.

It's Natasha.

She... dissappeared.

I woke up after around three or four hours of tossing and turning due to the redhead's face coming to me every single time I started to doze.

Her eyes, her laugh, her smirk, her ferocity when she defended someone she cared about, when she defended me. All those moments in the bar she listened to my problems, all those times she sided with me even if that meant argue with her friends.

"what the hell?" I rhetorically inquired to myself, taking my hands to the sides of my head. "they got this handled, for fucks sake." I reminded myself "Stop overthinking"

A moment of silence, in which it seemed to me as if I was going to finally resume my sleep.

"fuck."

I left the bed and grabbed a clean outfit from the chair in my besides my desk. Ten minutes later I was heading out with my car keys and my phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You planning on letting me in?"

"are you gonna come in or...?"

Bucky and I spoke at the same time, which created an even more awkward situation. He moved aside for me to enter before the vibes were unbearable.

Once I had gotten in, I turned left and went upstairs, where I knew the living room was. "I saw Sam in the balcony." I informed him. "are the rest here?"

"Some of them, yeah" the brunette replied, walking upstairs right behind me. "we've been trying to figure out a way to solve this."

To solve what exactly? I had no idea.

Just like I had no idea of how they could possibly need my help, and, most importantly, how the fuck I could help.

The first person I saw when I entered was Steve. He was sitting by the window in the largest couch, which wasn't that large. Besides him was Rhodey, who gave me a grateful smile that spoke by itself.

Sam got in the room accompanied by Clint who seemed to be complaining about something, until he saw me. "Holy fuck." He then stopped dead in his tracks, with disbelief in his gaze.

"Hey Barton" I greeted him with the most sincere smile that I could find in myself, which sure wasn't a great one.

But honestly, could they blame me?

"Hey Y/l/n" his voice spoke the astonishment he felt more than his words did. "Holy fuck." He repeated, which teared a chuckle from me.

"Okay" I spoke after a moment of uncomfortable silence, at least for me "so... is someone-"

Hesitant steps were heard coming from the third floor, and I turned around, waiting for whoever else was in the house. The rest turned to the stairs too, but they knew who was going downstairs.

"Buck, is that Y/n's car?" the brunette, green-eyed girl had been making her way to us until she saw me standing mid-way between the living room and the hall. "oh my God."

Rebecca, Bucky’s younger sister, didn't think twice before stalking into the room in my direction before crashing against me in a hug, which I instantly returned.

"I missed you so damn much" her whisper was muffled by my jacket. "oh my fucking God."

A smile tugged the corner of my lips "missed you too Becca" I pulled away, just to properly see her. "You look different"

"I chopped my hair off" she stated proudly, as if I hadn't noticed the most obvious thing of her change of style.

"looks great"

One of the boys cleared his throat and I remembered we weren't alone.

"okay" I spared Rebecca one last smile before walking towards the boys. "someone explain what happened. Like" I gave them all a warning look. "I want an actual explanation, not just one dramatic statement." My eyes landed on Steve, who had already his eyes shamefully fixed on the ground.

"C'mon Becs"

Becs.

No one would call Rebecca Becs apart from Bucky. No one was allowed too, because Rebecca hated it, except when Bucky said it.

When I first came to know about how it started with her older brother teasing her, it seemed so adorable to me, yet so hilarious.

I looked over my shoulder to peek at Bucky, whose hand was on Rebecca's back to guide her out of the room.

"I wanna know what happened too" she complained in lower voice, almost pleading her older brother with her jade eyes. "Nat's my family too."

Bucky denied "we talked 'bout it Becs. 'M sorry" what happened next, for some reason, shocked me and confused me at the same level.

Bucky glanced at Barton and gave him an almost imperceptible nod, right before leaving her sister and shutting the door behind him.

"Natasha was spying on someone" the dirty blonde man spoke. "She'd been for a while and-"

"who?"

"it's better if you don't know" I scoffed. "she would call us twice a day."

"until she didn't" I finished his explanation. "why was she spying on that someone"

"we owed a favor" Sam joined the conversation with that short and vague statement.

"to whom?" I questioned with my arms crossed over my chest.

"we can't tell you." Steve's words made me lose the one bit of patience that I had left in my body after a sleepless night and an stressful morning. "we really can't."

I tried to cool down before speaking, still, my words came out sharp and tense, and just a bit frustrated. "why am I here? Where's the rest?" they exchanged a couple of hesitant looks. "why. Am. I. Here."

"Y/n" Rhodey's voice was careful and worried as he meticulously measured his words. "we really need your help. We have nothing else, no one else, but we're gonna need you to trust us."

My humorless, sarcastic laugh was accompanied by a scoff, which made it sound even more dramatic. "that's not happening." shaking my head no, I turned around to leave.

I was rushing down stairs when I heard Bucky’s voice. "Y/n, wait" for some reason I didn't acknowledge, I did wait. "where are you going?"

"home." I bitterly stated. "I don't even know why I came in first place"

" 'cause you got a gut feeling" he walked downstairs when he was sure I wouldn't leave immediately. "and 'cause Nat's important to you."

He leaned against the corner of the wall, waiting for me to say something.

"why the hell did you leave the room?"

It was obvious that my question took him by surprise. "uhm" a frown made its way to his confused gaze. "I thought it'd be better if I wasn't there."

If you didn't have to see me, his blue eyes said.

"this is your house"

"I don't want to make it to make it more difficult than it already is" he shrugged, fidgeting with one of his rings. "I already fucked it up at the parking lot and--"

"Bucky" I pinched my nose, feeling the headache that would come sooner rather than later. "I didn't even know they were here" I clarified. "I came to see you"

His confusion grew in his face as he pushed himself off the wall with questioning eyes. "I mean-- why?"

"you said it." the car keys that I had picked out of my pocket while I traveled downstairs, returned to their original place. "I got a gut feeling. A bad one." I looked through the small window besides me. "You told me I was your only option. I came here 'cause I wanna help." he pressed his lips in a thin line. "I came for you to tell me what's happening, but no one tells me anything."

Silence.

"Bucky, I can't help if I don't know what's happening."

More silence.

"And y'all can't ask me to trust you." that was an actual warning, and he understood. "so either you tell me or--"

He walked towards me and reached behind my back to grab what I knew was his leather jacket and gloves, which he always kept on the hall besides the main door.

I spun ninety degrees and moved aside for him to have it easier to put his jacket on. "here" he handed me what used to be my bike helmet and grabbed his own.

"Where we going?" I inquired, making my way side by side with him towards his garage, already zipping up my leather jacket.

"Need a coffee." He replied climbing on the bike. "a good one. What 'bout you?"

He was already putting his helmet on, and I took it as a queue to hop on top of the back seat of his bike. "I could use one, yeah" I mimicked his previous action and, when I heard the engine, I secured myself by holding onto him.

"we'll talk while we have that coffee, okay?"

"Sure" I agreed, right before the bike took off at an insane speed, which made me hold onto him tighter.

Maybe, just maybe, I missed it a little.

[squaredancing-weston]

text || Brobastian (Week 2)

Bas: Yeah, mindset - I mean, you're right, thinking about someone teasing me like that - maybe tying me up, pressed right up against me and driving me crazy - that's gonna be super helpful with the whole sexual frustration thing. Then again, I did handle myself just fine with you, right? I mean, any time I caved it was because you were so desperate.

Bas:[unsent] And now I'm hard. Thanks, asshole.

Bas: When your humour is solely based /around/ my sexual frustration, you're hardly taking the focus off it, are you? Are you kidding? Not so long? Brodes, I haven't went two weeks without sex in /years/. First thing I'm doing when I'm feeling better is going out to get laid. God.

Bas: Hey, I need to build up some muscle strength. Maybe I could try riding you after all. That's some strong motivation to get me moving again right there. Please - like Blaine wouldn't enjoy the show.

Bas: [unsent] Blaine knows perfectly well how good I am in bed. He knew it before you did.

Bas: Like I said, I'd hardly need her to talk. But, hey, suit yourself. The more for me.

Bas: [unsent] Although in all honesty - I think I'm gonna stick to guys for a while. Less messy.

Bas: Clearly he underestimated how fast my body heals. Seriously, I'm fine - I'll be up and about in a few days time. Nah - you need to get sick to get that kind of privilege, Brodes. Fuck, I wouldn't be surprised if that's what they're watching in /class/. Real educational.

Brody: Exactly! like or if they just kind of pinned you up against the wall? Like tile, I mean-- or glass. Something cool to the touch and at least a little reflective. And I mean, arms above your head, hips grinding-- not quite aligned, because that would kind of ruin the image, since you don't have that sort of relief. But the idea of like just someone just like inches away from where you need them to be, fingernails digging into your skin, marking every inch they could reach with their mouth? I mean, your ear's right there, so not a bad time to just let you know how good it'll feel when you //finally// get to come, and how loud you're going to scream, and how the neighbors //might// have to call the cops. Oh yeah-- you did it for //my// sake. That's exactly what happened. Which is why this should be a snap for you. No problem at all for a guy with your will power.

Brody: [unsent] man it's a good thing this is an //emergency// or this would be an incredibly awkward thing to post on YouTube.

Brody: Well, I figured you were tired of jokes about bedpans and catheters-- what else can I joke about that's half as hilarious? I mean, besides sleeping, what are you even doing now? Are you serious? You haven't abstained for 14 days over the course of years? Now I'm as surprised as your students that Mono isn't an STD. Should I warn Blaine and Hunter that you're on the prowl, or is this less quality, more quantity kind of prowl?

Brody: Ooh- tempting. You know how those sickly types always get my blood pumping. Think I'm going to pass though, because I don't want to kill you right when you're so close to back on your feet. Also, I don't want to be responsible for sending Blaine to the mental institution because he can't handle your weird kinkiness. God, you'd probably try to convince him to help you have sex with dead people. I can't have that on my conscious, Bas.

Brody: Yeah, I figured it'd suit you better. Plus it might give you an idea of what a good ass //actually// looks like.

Brody: Of course-- your body wouldn't dare deprive you. Quack just doesn't get it. Glad to hear it. I thought you weren't //that// sick though? I mean, I can lay on my back for a couple weeks if that's what it takes to get a hot teacher's aide. Oh yeah-- or like Erin Brokovich. Because if it's based on a real story it totally is the same thing as educational, right?

[myvelouri]

Have I really changed that much? I thought I did, physically, but just thought it was noticeable only to me because it was all subtle.

All I can think of his how positive everyone treated me back then versus how terrible I'm being treated now, including some of the people who treated me well back then who treat me extremely poorly now.

I just remember my family, cousins, would reply to my selfies on my story and be like "hey stunner." I remember my cousin, she'd do that, she stopped caring about me or talking to me... Idk why... We were close and suddenly I'm just crap. The other cousin, she'd be like "yeah he was handsome before, but NOW look at him" and I felt sort of surprised but elated that I looked good to everyone.

One thing that breaks my heart is that friend I had, she was so, she liked me a whole lot. She'd message me randomly saying she thought she ran into me but it turned out to be someone else. Ya, she thought it was me and surprise-hugged the dude. That's how much she liked me that she's hug me. I used to text her a lot. She used to send me heart eye emojis on my Snapchat stories, my selfies. She used to give heart emojis. She thought I was hot af. I remember a post in a suit for a wedding and she just said "omg kill me, end my life" haha. I remember she'd be like "omg selfie of the year keep this one" to other ones. I remember texting her and I'd tell her I've got to go to work and she'd be like awww okay. I remember some funny crazy huge coincidence type shit happening and we'd flip out! We were friends man. I loved her. She was hilarious. Yeah well, suddenly she became extremely mean and she out of nowhere responded to me in a very crude and degrading way with f bombs and all. I haven't talked to her since then. It was weird. Like a different person. She's a total bitch. And I'm thinking she was only ever nice to me because she thought I was hot, and now that I'm apparently not, she treats me like subhuman crap. I guess.

I feel so much suffering from my bad health, bad luck and the scars I've mentioned, the situations I've mentioned. It's all serious. But this relationship and friendships issue is killing my mental health too. When did I become so ugly all of a sudden. I've been rejected by 900 girls, that doesn't happen if you're cute. You'd get a few girls. But I get 0. It shows that I'm not cute anymore. I feel conflicted. All that is putting me into a deep suicidal depression because of itself and all the extremely bad luck, bad health, freak accident-level type bullshit I'm going through. Nothing is normal. I have no one. No one talks to me. Like, not for real. I'm left ghosted. Girls leave me immediately. They only pity-add me on social media.

What is it about me physically now that makes me so atrocious that I didn't have just 3 years ago when so many girls hit on me. I remember working and all the girls wanted me. Some were open about it. I remember one, she was like, "look at his face, look at that beautiful face" and she'd say my GF was lucky. She'd be sweet to me. Cause I was pretty. Uh. Other girls would ask me if I had a brother because they wanted me but knew I had a GF and they couldn't. Customers would glare at me and girls would just say shit. Like, "mmm I like your beard" "it's so dark" and straight up tell me I'm hot.

There was such a big contrast from then to now. Like, how could I be hit on so much every where I went, and then suddenly in 3 years become so insanely ugly and atrocious that every single girl rejects me? Wtf?

I liked it better back then because I didn't have a lot of the health problems I have now. All I had back then was my irritation at my dick not fully getting hard, my issue with it's size, and the very real but bizarre condition in which sex and masturbation would cause break outs that in turn would leave permanent scars on my face. Hard to deal with, really hard, mentally, especially when you're just a 18 year old. But yeah. I mean I ain't counting my face being damaged via my condition, that's real too but, yeah. And I'm not counting my loose skin from fat loss, as well as not counting my depression. I was better off back then by a long shot. I've become awful now.

I wasn't really suicidal back then. But I am now. Hell I was even better at guitar back then but I can't muster up the will to play now and I'm losing my skill... But..

I'm so very unhappy. If maybe people still treated me kindly, lovingly, acceptingly, and thought I was cute as well as funny... Then it'd be much easier. I was funny too, I was fighting my depression. It was better back then.

Um

Wow yeah I can't believe I've got scars on my dick from a freak accident virus. Nor can I believe I've got hsv-1 out of nowhere. And I can't believe I keep getting sick over and over again. My chronic back pain is brutal too. My depression is worse. My life at home situation, financial situation is terrible too. All stability is gone.

I'm teetering

It's not looking good

I don't want this

Yo I'm still in shock that my dick is scarred, I'm shocked I got a virus there to begin with, and then shocked that a virus known to not scar ACTUALLY scarred my dick brutally. It makes me want to cry. I already did cry. But wow. This is all overkill. I'm cursed I swear.

I called out of work today. I'm still sick. I gave my shift to kassie. She's chill.

I um

I'm confused about what people see me as

I'm still acting like my goofy funny self. But

But no one is responding like they used to... I'm being rejected friendship as well as hookups. And I see my buddies getting hit on and laid constantly every week... So I'm the odd man out... I'm the ugly shit. And all the girls who rejected me. 900 isn't an exaggerating. That's literally how many girls rejected me in the past months. Hurt my ego. Whoever says I did it to myself is kind of ridiculous. I mean... You're not entirely wrong, but... Why the fuck would I stop hitting on girls if I haven't gotten one? Like, wtf, it's at 900 because I'm apparently UNLUCKY or ugly or BOTH. clearly it wouldn't be such a high number if I was actually cute and I'd be getting women like everyone else and therefore never bitching about being rejected. I'd not be saying my ego hurts and shit. What I'm saying is, is that it's not my fucking fault I got rejected that many times... Most guys aren't rejected that many times. It's not me hurting my own self by getting rejected so much because I keep hitting on girls. Why aren't we focused on what is actually wrong with me that's causing me to be rejected so much, cause that's not exactly normal. Instead of telling me to "just stop hitting on girls." Um yeah. Ok. And just be lonely while I watch all my friends fucking and getting into relationships and shit everyday as if I don't want the same things, and so you just want me to stop? It's annoying cause I actually did stop for a long time, half a year or more. But yeah. I don't know what is wrong.

[thehandsomeasshole]

thelatetimothylawrence​:

Ah…doesn’t surprise me, there were always something weird down in R&D…a mushroom that gives nasal frostbite probably is the chillest thing they have ever done.

Don’t worry I won’t call you nerd…out loud. It’ll remain inside my weasel brain… hehe.

Probably thinking like that would make it less sad. Like…wow I survived. All the others have been killed some by me for self-defense…yeah let’s go with self defense but hey I’m still alive! …no, it’s still mostly sad. I-… I saw enough corpses for my tastes from Elpis to the Casino, thank you. I like my empathy and I’m glad to still have it after all the shit that went down since I became your double.

I-…uh… yes? Kinda?

Yes. That. Ember is such an amazing woman that I’d only thank her if she sets me on fire but also I’m glad she never did after I uh- run away after a couple of dates because I didn’t want the lunatics hunting her too…and I may have a thing for women that freak me out. She was always so nice to me.

Trent…yep really nice legs and a nice ass, and… ehm- and I’m going to shut up now.

Probably that the little asshat offered him a better deal and decided to turn his back on me and the others. Even if we the Vault Hunters rescued his BUD Bot. Whatever.

I think…same? Like, I have no idea on how he survived all that craziness in the casino without getting killed by lunatics of by all that liquors that was downing.

Oh, he hated that nickname a lot. But- uh- everyone called him like that? It stuck, I guess. Maybe it fueled his wanting to take over and rule the casino. Dunno.

Atlas is…ehhh. I don’t have much to say, on the matter. Just stuff I saw on the ECHOnet in these days.

Shit- wait! Shitshitshit!

Please don’t? It’s- it’s not like I handed it to her! If- if it wasn’t for her that wanted the casino to like get back at you one last time, I’d be still stuck in there with all those creeps and lunatics and patrons-turned-bandits!

She wanted it and she took it. The casino I mean.

…oh, god. I feel so alone that I ended up chatting with you even if I freaking hate you. I should have smashed the Echo as soon as you appeared. I hate myself.

Pretty sure they were like the ones on Elpis that- Y'know, you'd shoot and it'd basically give you instant hypothermia. Like that, just... smaller and ground up.

I... really couldn't tell you why I thought it was a good idea.

You know what? You can call me a nerd, I'll take it as a compliment considering you're an English major. 'Hehe'.

What? Y'all think I give you nicknames for you to enjoy? No, they're for me. I think they're funny and- Well, they help me remember who people are.

Atlas is gonna go the same way it did last time. History repeats itself, kiddo. First it's gonna start with slashing their employees salaries to fund their military, and then they're gonna start a war with someone equally as dumb. Can't be Dahl, really, maybe Hyperion now that I'm not there. People are gonna get killed in the crossfire, kids are gonna grow up to resent Atlas and voilà! The cycle repeats.

Just wait and see.

God damn, you freak out easy! That's hilarious. That note's getting saved.

Nah, kid. I mean-...

If anyone deserves it, it's her. It was supposed to be her's but, uh... Kinda lost it a bit. It being my mind and any sense of self I had left, but...

I'm not mad, I don't think.

Still do love freaking you out, though.

Yeah... You probably should've smashed your echo.

You are kinda a basket case, though, you can't really pin all your issues on me. Several of them, yeah. But, y'know, not all of 'em.