making my way downtown, going fast

paperdxll:

speedyarrows:

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           < Eyes soften and mouth falls agape. >

              That was the sweetest thing 
              anyone’s said to me. See?
             
This is why you’re my favorite.
              
              That “super real kiss” sounds 
              “super really” tempting.

           < Cheeky grin. He’s gonna get slapped. >

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        I’m everyone’s favorite, Harper. Comes 
        naturally. 

  [ there’s a slight pink in her cheeks that 
    matches the shade of her hair, scratching
    at her nose piercing. 

    but then she just nudged him again. ] 

       Sure, it sounds great, but it’s sooooo
       
not as great as it sounds. Ever kiss 
       a girl with a tongue piercing? It’s messy. 

              Well aren’t you perfect.

           < It is said with no malice, but fondness. >

              No, I actually haven’t. You
              would’ve thought that I had,
             
knowing my teenage hormones.
              
              Which is all the more reason 
              I should try it.

           < The cheeky grin is accompanied by
           waggling eyebrows.
 >

callmeselina:

speedyarrows:

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         “I tend to do that in my free time.
          The people you get to meet.”

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        “Yeah, and how’s that
          been working out for
          you?”

         “Well for starters, I’ve been 
          attacked a couple times. 

          One bloke even tried to
          shoot me. Poor didn’t know
          what hit him.

Cheeky grin.

         “Asides from that— its just
          peachy.”

sassiesandsmark:

speedyarrows:

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              ”I missed you too. As always.

              He pulls back and brush some
               hair away from her eyes,
               smiling with a soft sadness. 

              ”I always leave and you know that.”         

"Yeah but that’d..

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Cassie was quiet for a few moments,
offering him a slight smile though it
echoed much of the same feeling. Her
hands moved to his coat.
                         ”Call more, okay? I worry about you..”             

              ”Of course.

              Its a pity he’s never been
              able to keep that promise.

              “So tell me about everything
              that’s happened. Update 
              me on all the gossip. “      

soldatzimy:

speedyarrows:

                       < The grin plastered on the redhead’s
                       freckled face grows all the more at the
                       other man’s reaction. A breathy chuckle
                       falls from his lips as Bucky speaks—
                       his left arm stretching out so the two
                       could compare their gleaming prosthetics. 
 >

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                A date already? And I haven’t
                   even caught your name.”

                  < The smile lifts to the right into a lazy
                      lopsided grin and he gives a small bow.
>

               "Roy Harper. ‘S a real pleasure."

          “—- a date?” 

          ( the chuckle pops from his lips, head shagging away. there’s a fine design to these arms, no question—- 
                              —- he raps his knuckles, clinking, at the other man’s shoulder, and rolls free with a shuffling scoff. )

          “only if you’re paying, pal.” 

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          “i just figured that the two of us’d put the rock ‘em, sock ‘em robots out of business. & that ain’t something you come by every day.” 

          ( his hand falls back to his side, laughter tumbling into something brighter. )

               ”—- call me bucky.” 

                       < His head tips back in response to
                       the remark and a light, hearty laugh
                       sounds from his chest.
                       ”Rock ‘em, sock ‘em?” Oh he likes 
                       this one. 
>

               Ah, roughhousing. The key to a man’s heart.”

                       < Taut arms fall back into place 
                   across the arsenal’s chest and
                       he throws Bucky a small,
                        
affirmative nod. >

               "Heh. Well then, Bucky. Sounds like its a date.”

spoileralxrt:

speedyarrows:

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              —Okay. Okay! Okay. I’ll get you
              your waffles. You can have as
              many as you want—for a week—
              as long as you stop looking at
              me like I’m a fuckin’ demon.
              And don’t punch me.

              Capiche?

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              did you just say I look like a demon? 

              —Nnnnnno. No, no. No.
              I’m a demon. A horrifying one,
              really. 

paperdxll:

speedyarrows:

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              A real kiss? As opposed
              to a fake kiss?

           < Cue the biggest eye-roll humanity has ever seen. >

              I was. That’s why I went.
              Its like the ugly-pretty theory
              or whatever its called—
 basically
              its when you put one pretty
              person next to an ugly one.
              Who looks better? The pretty
              one.

             That’s why I went, so I could
              feel better about myself.

              Honest.

           < He might have gotten distracted. >

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          A super real kiss. Like with tongue and 
          awkward “I don’t know where to put my hands” 
          moments. 

   [ she doesn’t really believe him for a second, but 
     that’s not too important right now. she’ll just roll with 
     it right now.

          I don’t think you needed to go to Idaho for
          that Harper. I think you’re the pretty one no 
          matter who you’re standing next to. 

          Unless it’s Ryan Gosling. I can’t betray the Gos. 

           < Eyes soften and mouth falls agape. >

              That was the sweetest thing 
              anyone’s said to me. See?
             
This is why you’re my favorite.
              
              That “super real kiss” sounds 
              “super really” tempting.

           < Cheeky grin. He’s gonna get slapped. >

callmeselina:

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        “You’re trespassing, honey.”

        “”I tend to do that in my free time.
          The people you get to meet.”

thenotsolittlearrow:

speedyarrows:

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             < Noncommittal grunting echoes from
              the kitchen table.
>

             ”That’s what you get for staying
              out so late.”

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"It’s not like I was partying dad. I was patrolling. Have you seen the Tylenol?”

             < Green eyes dulled in exhaustion
              look up from the half-haphazardly 
             opened newspaper.
>

             ”Top left cabinet.”

             < He tosses the paper to the side
              and rests his elbows on the table,
              all eyes on his daughter. 
>

             ”Anything exciting?

thread. we’ll be fine ?

gxthamprince:

          it’s been that kind of week; the kind that drains & leaves behind
          the husk of what once was, to carry on in damage’s wake.

          ( only recent in a LONG line of many ).

          strong shoulders have slumped back against the chair, one arm
          at rest between battered knees as the other pinches at the bridge
          of his nose; at phantom pains & a struggling mind.

          he isn’t sure he hears the door open. he isn’t sure he cares.

People can only lose so much before they break Roy knows this. You could say it comes with the job. It is a lonely feeling, no matter what is lost, and each person deals with it differently. As expected of humans. Roy? He’d been completely broken. He’d been as shattered as the glass of his bathroom mirror the day after his daughter died, and it took him years to recover. 

So he knows. He knows when someone is reaching that point of complete and total darkness in fact he’s so aware that he even tries to prevent it, be it in the form of simple, carefree jokes or in depth discussions. And thankfully, he’s managed to learn enough about Jason over the last few months to spot the growing fracture in his normally stoic personality.

The leather of his wrapped palms gently touches the shoulder of the Red Hood. Feeling just a tad childish for being so damned ‘soft’ (something he’s learned is frowned upon in the vigilante world) he gives him a couple more rough pats. Under…undesirable circumstances Roy’d always been able to pull out a smile, and so he does so. He partially in hopes that it would soothe his teammate and partially hopes it didn’t look as forced as it felt.

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