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Do you ever start RPing with someone and they’re just so damn good at their character and you’re, like, a drunk llama pounding the keyboard and you have to physically restrain yourself from apologizing after every reply but you’re trying to play it cool like maybe they won’t notice how bad you are and
"no one loves the light like the blind man."
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"At least I’m better than dirt… well, most kinds of dirt. I mean, not that fancy, store-bought dirt. That stuff’s loaded with nutrients. I can’t compete with that."
♬ California Dorks ♬
He rolled his eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend, Lewis,” he said, hands on his hips. “More like a damn chihuahua that found himself in the body of a doberman.” Bucky ran a hand through his hair, sticking his tongue between his teeth. “Crazy man. Stupid, reckless punk.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Rave?” he asked, confused. “Uh. Sure?” he saved lamely, trying to look as though he understood. “Why don’tcha stay for the fireworks, dollface? That’s supposed to be the real magic, ain’t it? Fireworks at Disney.”
Darcy snorted at his posture and the clear exasperation and stuck her tongue out at him. “Chill pill, I was just teasing, I know you and tall blonde and boy scout aren’t a thing…even if that would be freaking hot.” She smirked, humming happily and making a brief show of closing her eyes to picture it.
She didn’t miss his confusion, which was fair enough. Not like rave parties were a thing in the forties, or exactly something she could picture him getting in to now. “You don’t wanna go watch the magic from your club? Fireworks can be totally romantic, you could probably seal the deal, get a good make out session going when they’re lighting up the sky.” She nudged him, grin a little too fixed. “But yeah, I’m staying. There’s something even better than the fireworks on beforehand anyway.”
He snorted. "Stevie? A boy scout? That boy ate boy scouts for breakfast back in the day," he told her, shaking his head slightly. "Hang on, are you imaginin'-- oh gross," Bucky pulled a face, and squirmed. "Why would you even-- ew. Just ew, Lewis."
Bucky shrugged. "Nothin' like standin' out in the crowd, watchin' fireworks," he mumbled, shuffling forwards in the queue. "Totally, dollface! I've already got a few lines all saved up, just in case a pretty little damn comes along." He cleared his throat, and winked at her. "D'you like fireworks, doll? Because you're bangin'," he teased, and waggled his eyebrows. "What's before, doll? Some sort'a secret party I'm missin'?"
angel's thesis
Bucky took down the English boy easily, striking twice at his feet and making him trip up. Steve winced. It was a dirty move, not against the rules but at the same time never played — Kieren Walker glared at him resentfully as he picked himself off the mat, saying nothing as he left the room.
Then — the brown haired girl with the red lipstick, Peggy. Down in two. The pretty blonde boy with the big grey eyes, down in one. The dark skinned girl with the shock of purple hair, down in three.
He locked eyes with the person next in line, the burly Irishman with the too-big jumper and the dead eyes. “Right,” he said, and slid back into position. “D’you actually think you might beat me, rookie?” Bucky asked, his relaxed shoulders and bright eyes screaming cockiness. Steve announced the guy’s name (Simon Monroe), and Bucky smirked.
He lunged forwards, and knocked Simon on the arm with the tip of his staff, barely a brush but enough to count. “One!” he cooed, and rocked back on his heels.
Watching each of the recruits get knocked on their asses is grim. Simon covers his mouth when Kieren gets knocked flat, though, finding himself unnecessarily tickled by it - they’d been drift partners for all of five minutes, once - but his humour dies by the time it’s his turn.
"It’s not about beating you," Simon answers, and in the back of his head he can hear Julian saying something about dialogue, about compatibility. He tries not to let the early point irritate him, but it does, so he answers hard through his movements - best foot forward and turning on the offensive.
They’re almost of a height, more closely of a build, so Simon has little physical advantage over Bucky - it crosses his mind, between hits of their staffs, that he could see their physical similarities could be an advantage when it comes to neural connections. He pushes it out of his mind, steps on harder - ends up with the tip of his staff just under Bucky’s chin. “But beating you would be nice. One all.”
He narrowed his eyes, and bit at the tip of Simon's stick (a small part of his mind laughed raucously at that thought), grinning in a way that was all teeth and no humour. "Oh, we're playing," he declared, and furrowed his brows. He wasn't going to get showed up by some fucking rookie. He was Bucky Barnes of the Howling Commando. Little kids had posters of him in their bedrooms. This was not happening.
"Yeah, sure, you'll beat me," he said, and jerked quickly to the left before swinging to the right and slapping the man right on his ass. "And then you wake up. Two-one," he announced, and fell back into ready position, looking over his shoulder.
"I don't like that look on your face, Stevie," he told his ex-partner, and the other man shrugged, nodding for Bucky to get back to the fight. He glanced back at the Irish one again, and took him in properly. One of the newer recruits, had barely been in a jaeger three minutes before someone had to pull him out. Young bloods, they couldn't take the drift. Pathetic.
He gave Simon a ragged look, baring his teeth in another false-smile. "C'mon."
Rosss voice is just asdhbajdhjadgudeglu and the guitar solo part the bass line the drum and harmonica I just can’t guys this is too perfect for a cover..
knocked hard enough to make the record skip
Bucky nodded, and gave Simon a cheeky smile. “You don’t do a whole load’a kissin’ because of your face,” he teased, prodding Simon in the cheek with his index finger. “You’d have to be very, very strange to want to kiss that mouth. And, lucky for you, you seem to be in surplus of the strange.” Bucky swivelled, and rested his head against Simon’s shoulder, sticking out his tongue. “Ain’tcha just a dream, Si?”
He frowned slightly. “I don’t like what you’re insinuatin’,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Aw, but you like me like this, don’tcha? Cocky,” he said, waggling his eyebrows and laughing. “Or, at least you will. Maybe. If you’re good,” he added, and twisted to look at Simon. “What’s, uh, Kieren like?” he asked. “If ya don’t mind.”
Simon frowns. “Wait, are you talkin about my face being ‘stiff’ or have we now moved onto just insulting my appearance?” He gives him a long look, but he’s only as serious as the mood, which isn’t very. ”If what you think I’m insinuating is that you’re a jerk - then, yeah. That’d be what I’m insinuating. But it’s part of your,” he wiggles his fingers, air quotes, “‘charm’, so, there’s that.”
Simon wonders what exactly to tell Bucky about Kieren, thinking on how exactly to describe him. It feels weird to talk about him, but it feels weirder not to. Bucky opened that door. “He’s good,” he starts, then gestures, tapping his thigh with his fingers. “Just a good person. But he doesn’t uh, lie down. Doesn’t take any of my shit. When I was part of the ULA,” Simon explains, “I’d try and preach at him and — he made it clear he didn’t care that he liked me. He hated what I did.” He smiles, a little sheepish, “Like I said. I like pushy.”
"Your appearance," Bucky said sagely, and prodded his finger into Simon's cheek, before groaning. "Simon," he complained, pressing his face to the sofa, "you have no idea the amount of self control I'm exercisin' to not make a 'stiff' joke," he muttered, shaking his head. "No idea. I can literally feel it burnin' up my insides. My pancreas has just exploded with the amount of stress I'm under right now."
He tilted his head to the side, and watched Simon carefully. "Right," he said, doing his best not to frown reproachfully, and rearranged his features into a teasing smile. "Doesn't lie down, huh? So that's what the funny stain on the wallpaper was," he quipped, and winked at Simon. "Nah, I know the type. Hey, when he gets disappointed with you, does he give you this face that makes you feel like you've just ripped the earth out from under him?" he asked. "Mine does that. Did that. I dunno."
"…Burnt it. Hopefully. Killed it with fire before it could lay eggs. It did not look good.”
"Clothes don’t lay eggs, Mr BootyShorts."
"And you know all about eggs, don'tcha, Mr. Birdyshorts?"
"Whatever, Blinky-boo," he repeated, grinning at her childishly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Hey, who’s bein’ a whiny bitch? I’m not the one miffed about me not wantin’ to do what I don’t wanna do. C’mon, get that stick outta your ass. Loosen up."
"I am loose enough. My mutation needs to be controlled, surely you can see why that is so." she replied a bit miffed.
"Nuh uh," he countered. "You're stiffer than Stevie on a February mornin'. You need to sit down. Let your hair out. Relax a little." He snorted. "You know it's a bad day when you're takin' relaxation tips from the Winter Soldier."
Avengers, Assemble!
You guys are the fucking best. I don’t even think I’ve hugged my own FAMILY the way I’ve hugged people out there today.
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#man at this speed it looks like fierce bitchslapping
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