#cutewarmachine

Because if so, can we talk about how people got hella unsettled by the fact that Bucky actually has constant ✨dialogue✨ and no one was used to that

Because me feels that’s just funny to mention

Also Hi, ily, wandavision killed me ✨emotionally✨

I did not see this until now, for some reason.

but yes we are, absolutely. John Walker can suck my nonexistent dick and Bucky has just made me want to hug him the whole damn time.

Wandavision has also killed me.

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It had been about a week now since Hoxmarch dropped out of school. He was throwing away many possibilities by doing this but he wanted to help his mother somehow since his deadbeat dad was an unemployed, abusive drunk.

He mentioned it to Gray earlier that afternoon before his shift since they had been best friends for years now and, other than his mother, he was the only other very close person in his life. Hox said it was because he was failing, which was a blatant lie; his grades were average, if not better. He felt like he had to lie about the reasoning, just like he felt he had to lie about all the bruises that kept appearing on his body, blaming them on clumsiness and nonexistent boxing classes. He hated lying to Gray like that but he couldn't stand the thought of dragging his best friend and long-time crush into the mess that was his home life.

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Anti and Dark weren't the best of friends but they did often work together, which forced them to get along. Their personalities were so different that they often clashed, Dark's way of thinking being much more organized and proper in comparison to Anti's spontaneity and recklessness. The two demons had spoken about personal matters once or twice and Anti noticed that Dark seemed rather lonely and was in need of a companion.

Luckily for him, Anti knew someome who was also in need of a companion; someone he was sure that Dark would just eat up.

After speaking with Chase and Dark individually, both agreed to meet up at Dark's manor. Anti was currently walking Chase to the location, his hands in his pockets. He was eager to see the reactions.

Say Goodbye times again… Could also be early 2017 too just a few short months later (Detention).

But listen... hear me out.

First he recognized Bones, then Max and Foxy. They hadn’tspotted him yet, and McCree thought he had time to divert away from the group.But then he saw Joe, Mal, Xia, Lina and a few other familiar faces he last hadseen the day before Deadlock was busted. It seems they survived the ambush, butnot only that, this bar, where McCree—under a cover name—got a meeting withtheir target, seem to be their new hideout. Or they were in cahoots withBlackwatch’s target.

“Deadlock’s remains are here,” Jesse says into his com as helooks over his shoulder when he feels eyes on him. As he thought, the group ofBones, Max and Foxy eye him curiously, and then it clicks on Foxy’s gaze whereshe knows him. Max moves away from the table as smoothly as he can and sharesthe news with Xia. “I’ve been spotted.”

“Shit,” his commander hisses in response.

“Unless I get called in the next 2 minutes, I don’t think it’sa good idea I stay here,” McCree leaves his glass at the counter of the bar andstarts moving.

“Abort, McCree,” Gabriel says. “We’ll deal with Mortimerlater.”

McCree tries to leave, but Deadlock makes a game out of it.They prowl around the bar with their eyes on Jesse for ten minutes, not lettinghim leave as they block the only entrance. Jesse tries to search for a new one,maybe the bathroom, but when he walks to the narrow hallway that leads to them,he faces three Deadlock guys. His hand goes to the handle of his revolver as heturns around. He can’t risk starting a fight here unless is the last option. Hecontinues to tip toe around the bar, act as normal as he can as the atmosphereshifts around him. He sees his days under the heated sun, dealing with drugsand guns. He remembers working with these men and women, moments he wishes toforget. His tongue knots and his stomach drops. His hand shakes as it goes backto the handle of his gun and Deadlock members start to walk closer. Time ticksby and he’s alone. At any moment, they will pounce on him.

Ten more minutes of the cats and mouse game and Jesse hespots his commander, almost misses him. He sits on one of the fancy couchesbehind a clear decorative fountain. His gaze penetrates the water and callsJesse to drown. The cowboy smiles and brushes his hand over his slicked back hairas he walks around to reach Reyes, who’s curls are messy and is wearing blackbutton up shirt, exposing his chest. It amazes Jesse how quickly he came in tohis rescue, and with a simple disguise that can easily work.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jesse says as he sits close to theman.

“Must be destiny,” Reyes answers while McCree tries tofigure out what’s the plan.

Then Gabriel’s hands are on his cheeks and he pulls thecowboy close for a kiss that only happens in dreams. Tender and fierce. It’sfamiliar even if their lips have never met. It’s a first meeting, a tender wakeup call, and a comforting goodnight kiss. It takes Jesse’s breath away, andbefore he can pull for more, before he realizes the fear his body carried slippedoff his shoulders with a simple act, a fire alarm goes off and the crowd aroundthem starts to talk louder, in panic and wonder.